Originally, when registering the population, the local people were very uninterested in registering as Han people, and the Han people who were responsible for registration were helpless, but rumors soon came out in the city: Zheng Zhilong, commander of the Daming South China Sea Fleet, is a descendant of Zheng Sanbao, and this year is the 200th anniversary of Zheng Sanbao's death.

Although Zheng Sanbao's fleet has passed for 200 years, the local people have passed the word of mouth, as if it happened yesterday, and under the encouragement of the local Han people, the number of people who went to worship with Zheng Zhilong suddenly reached 10,000 people, and almost every household had a male to participate.

Sanbao Mountain is in the southeast of Malacca City, although the mountain is not high, only more than 600 zhang, but the mountain is beautiful, the mountain peaks are undulating, when Zheng He went to the West, he established the "official warehouse" here, exchanged silk, porcelain for ivory, pearls, etc., and the fleet headquarters was also stationed here.

Under the guidance of the local Han people, Zheng Zhilong prepared the incense utensils for the memorial and came to Sanbao Mountain.

Coming to the foot of the mountain, the first thing that catches your eye is a temple, above the temple door is three big black characters: Baoshan Temple, red wall glazed tiles, after more than 200 years, the color does not retreat, it seems that it has just been built, on the eaves of the house dǐng, there is a pattern of colorful dragons playing with pearls, which is also lifelike.

Zheng Zhilong took his head and stepped into the temple, where a statue was enshrined, wearing an official hat, wearing a pale yellow python robe and jade belt, a black cloak behind his back, holding the long sword at his waist with his left hand, looking into the distance, as if looking at the sea.

Zheng Zhilong diǎn burned three sandalwood sticks, bowed down and bowed three times, and then handed the sandalwood to the soldiers and inserted it into the incense burner on the left, but he knelt down in front of the statue of Zheng Sanbao, knocked three times in a row, and recited words in his mouth.

Then Zheng Xing paid homage, and then the pro-soldier guards, who offered incense to Zheng Sanbao one by one.

Zheng Zhilong and others went out of the Baoshan Temple, and the local people who followed behind them also spontaneously worshipped, because there were too many people, the temple was crowded, and the people just hurriedly kowtowed, and many people were still annoyed, and did not prepare incense and candles early.

The people who worshiped Zheng Sanbao, followed behind Zheng Zhilong, walked to the southwest, Sanbao Mountain is full of tombs, but the grass and trees are neatly built, whether it is a path or a tomb, there are no weeds and thorns, it is like a natural garden.

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At the southwest foot of Sanbao Mountain, there is a Buddhist temple, and above the main gate are three gilded characters: Sanbao Temple, the only three monks in the temple, greeted the temple gate early, folded their hands, bowed to Zheng Zhilong, "Welcome Commander Zheng, Master Zheng!" ”

Zheng Zhilong and Zheng Xing also bowed and returned the salute: "I've seen the master." ”

"Commander, division commander, please!" The monks let Zheng Zhilong and Zheng Xing into the temple to worship, because the temple was too small, the soldiers could only wait outside the temple.

After the worship was completed, out of the temple gate, Zheng Zhilong turned around and looked, the local people shuttled through the green bushes of the Sanbao Mountain peak, in an endless stream, if it was not for the worship, he was worried that there would be a stampede.

"Commander, division commander, please here!" The monk automatically acted as a guide and led Zheng Zhilong and Zheng Xing to the left side of the temple, where there was an old well.

"This is Sanbaojing?" Zheng Zhilong looked at it carefully and felt that there was nothing special about the old well except for the smooth wall of the well.

"This is the 'Sanbao Well' dug by the Sanbao officials themselves, and the water in the well has never been cut off for hundreds of years." The monk accompanied Zheng Zhilong, and when he talked about the origin of Sanbaojing, his face was very solemn, as if it was the treasure of Sanbao Temple.

"Thank you, Master, for referring to Diǎn." Zheng Zhilong took Zheng Xing, worshiped three times, and put out the chicken, duck and fish meat for worship, because there was no incense case, the monk dismantled a wooden bed in the temple and temporarily used it as an incense case.

It was not until the local people finished worshipping that Zheng Zhilong and his entourage began to turn back, and they did not return to the city until the afternoon.

In the afternoon of the same day, several Han Chinese who registered the population for the South China Sea Fleet found that a large number of people were gathered outside, and at first they thought that the local people were going to riot, but they found that they were wrong, and these people did not come to riot, but to participate in the registration.

Because of the memory of Zheng Sanbao, and the current commander of the South China Sea Fleet, Zheng Zhilong, is the descendant of Zheng Sanbao, a large number of people took the initiative to ask to register as Han Chinese.

When the people in charge of registration saw that there were too many people, they asked them to line up, so that the order on the scene was still extremely chaotic, and it seemed that they would lose the opportunity to become Han Chinese if they missed today.

In the end, the Han people in charge of registration asked each household to send a representative to register for the whole family, and the number of onlookers was fewer, but the feelings of the people who came over were still different.

The people in charge of registration all seemed to have been fished up from the Malacca waterway, not only did the intensity of their work suddenly increase several times, but they were surrounded by thousands of people, working in an impermeable and stuffy environment, and they didn't even have time to drink tea, so it was strange that they didn't sweat.

The sky is gradually darkening, but there are still many people who have not registered, and they are surrounded by registration diǎn and refuse to leave, and there is a great posture that they will not be allowed to leave if they do not register.

The scene of registration diǎn in full swing finally reached Zheng Xing's ears, he laughed a few times, and then took a few personal soldiers to personally go to register diǎn to inspect.

In the twilight, a large number of people gathered around the registration diǎn and refused to disperse, and the noisy sound was like two armies fighting.

Zheng Xing was overjoyed, and he asked his soldiers to immediately find the local Han people again, and temporarily opened two registration diǎn, so that the original registration personnel got out and went home to take a bath and eat.

The crowd in line was almost in the middle of nowhere, and they all went satisfied.

Early the next morning, the streets were full of notices, and there were many Marine soldiers to help the crowd interpret them, and the content of the notices was mainly the preferential treatment that the people who registered as Han Chinese would receive, such as the safety of all Han people who would be guaranteed by the South China Sea Fleet, the farmers would redistribute farmland, the merchants would be taxed according to the low standards of the Ming Dynasty, and those who could not speak Chinese would be arranged for free instructor training, etc.

In the afternoon, the Population Registry was again bursting with people, but the soldiers in charge of maintaining order on the scene found that many people were sluggish, and the soldiers wondered: Why are you hesitating in this good form?

When they asked, the soldiers realized that these people had already been registered as other nationalities, and they did not know if they could change them.

The soldiers couldn't answer their questions either, so the questions were reflected all the way to Zheng Zhilong.

Zheng Zhilong was originally reluctant to deal with these wall grasses, but considering that this place is too far away from the Ming Dynasty, when the South China Sea Fleet is stationed here in the future, it will need the assistance of the people here, and the more Han people, the greater their choice.

More importantly, if the number of Han Chinese is large enough, the imperial court is likely to consider establishing a province here, then recovering this fast land South China Sea Fleet and opening up the territory for the Ming Dynasty again.

Zheng Zhilong thought about it for a long time, and finally came up with a solution, which is to put several population registration offices together, and if they were originally registered as other ethnic groups, but now they need to be changed to Han Chinese, they must first cancel the previous registration before they can be re-registered as Han Chinese.

It's not troublesome to change to Han Chinese, now the registration offices are together, and if it is revoked here, it can be re-registered there.

Two days later, the population registration of Malacca City was basically completed, and more than 12,000 of the 16,000 households in the city were registered as Han Chinese, accounting for 70% of the total population.

Zheng Zhilong looked up to the sky and laughed, this number is probably higher than the proportion of Han people in Yungui and Liangguang, if Zhu Youzhen hears such information, it will be difficult for the Malacca region to establish a province.

"Commander, this is just a Malacca city, I'm afraid it's hard to be so high in other places." Zheng Xing was pleasantly surprised, but he was still a little worried, there were monuments like Sanbaoshan near Malacca City, which had a unique advantage.

Zheng Zhilong thought for a while, "It's okay, let's start with some pro-people activities, such as immediately checking the nearby land, opening up the posture of redistributing land, inviting the local Han people to visit the army's training, issuing notices, and preparing to set up a temporary local government. ”

"The commander is really thoughtful, so that the naturalized population is definitely not a minority." Zheng Xing admired this uncle commander in his heart.

Zheng Zhilong continued to teach Zheng Xing: "The key is to let the people know widely that we are building an official government to protect them. ”

Three days later, Zheng Xing arranged for the local Han Chinese, under the protection of the Marine Corps, to begin population registration in Pungaran, Qiangpo, Seremban, and Xinsheng near Malacca.

These places were all large villages, except for a small castle in Pungaran, the rest of the place was completely unfortified, and the local people were mainly farming, and they heard that the army had redistributed land to them, and they warmly welcomed the arrival of the South China Sea Fleet, and the naturalized Han Chinese were more than half of the local population.

Zheng Xing naturalized the local people from south to north, and it has been smooth sailing.

Wherever the Ming army went, the population registered as Han Chinese was crowded with thousands of heads, whether it was a town or a village, there was no more than half.

It wasn't until he met a village called Raub that Zheng Xing discovered the accident.

There were no Han people here at all, and the local people, for unknown reasons, all did not agree to register as Han Chinese, in fact, they simply refused to register as Han Chinese.

The population registration office opened by the Ming army only had a square table, and a few boring registrars, not even the people who came to watch.

Zheng Xing felt strange, he found the same Han people who knew the local area, and went deep into the villagers, and then found the clue.

The Han people who inquired about the situation reported: This is already the middle of the Malay Peninsula, deep inland, and the southern foot of the Jibao Mountains, and there are no Han people at all, so the local people do not know the Han people at all, nor do they know the Ming Dynasty.

Zheng Xing was speechless, the Han people came to Nanyang to make a living, mainly in business, most of them lived in the rich areas along the coast and the river, so the poor countryside, the ghost was willing to stay.

The Han Chinese, who spies on the situation, also told Zheng Xing that this was originally the world of the local chiefs, and even the Portuguese forces had not penetrated in.

Zheng Xing couldn't do it, although he had soldiers in his hands, he didn't dare to use them lightly, Zheng Zhilong repeatedly warned him: You must not use force, in case of provoking a civil uprising, it will be difficult to establish a local government in the future.

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