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Seventeen days later, dressed in cool shirts, the fleet finally arrived in Australia. Yang Fan did not act rashly, he understood that a large area of land in Australia is inhabited by indigenous people. To conquer this land, the original British Empire relied on guns, but Yang Fan did not want to do this. Such a massacre is too cruel and inhumane. Leading five hundred brocade guards, Yang Fan and the others finally set foot on this long-coveted land.

Zhang Yao was wearing a thin shirt and said, "Sir, why is the weather so hot?" ”

"This is a long story, if it is according to the solar terms of our Ming Dynasty, it is not yet past the autumn equinox here, and it is estimated that it is the season of mango planting."

"Oh, sir, I still know the days on the sea. We sailed all the way, only two or three months, at most it was the vernal equinox, how could it be the autumnal equinox? ”

"I didn't understand it after telling you, and I'll explain it to you later. If you don't believe it, in a few months, the weather will be cold. When the time comes, the cotton clothes you have just taken off can be used again. Yang Fan, who has a solid knowledge of geography, knows that this side is already tropical, and as early as the South Seas, the fleet was already too hot to stand, so he put away the cotton clothes and something, so as not to get sick from the heat.

"Sir, look there's someone there!" Zhang Yao vigilantly pressed his hand on the embroidered spring knife. Yang Fan looked over, and several dark-skinned, scantily clad natives with spears in their hands were staring at them curiously. Yang Fan said: "Don't draw your knife. "Zhang Yao and Liu Hui followed me forward, and the rest of the people pushed back.

There are more than 500 people on Yang Fan's side, so many people come forward, it is very likely that there will be unnecessary conflicts, once there is a conflict with these indigenous people, it is likely to be the kind of unending racial consciousness, which Yang Fan does not want to see. Some fine glass vases on board, as well as porcelain. People are not naturally easy to reject beautiful things, otherwise the difference between porcelain and Chinese English names is only a matter of capitalization. It can be seen that in the minds of Westerners, the representative of the eastern country is the white porcelain.

A few natives saw some strangers coming ashore, and when they saw that there were so many people, they did not dare to come up. But when he saw that there were three people who had come over, and that they were holding something in their hands, not weapons, they let their guard down. There they are babbling in the language of the indigenous people.

"Sir, what do they say?"

"I don't know." Yang Fan held back a few words with a smile on his face. The two Zhang Yao and Liu Hui, who saw such a barbarian for the first time, were hairy in their hearts, in case these natives came up and gave them a shuttle, it would not be fun, and they would have to touch the knife again. Yang Fan walked over, and the indigenous people took a few steps back. Yang Fan pointed to the exquisite bottles, then pointed at them, and put them down.

"Come back with me."

Seeing Yang Fan so cautious, Zhang Yao and Liu Hui didn't dare to slack off, and even walked backwards in a backward posture, for fear that something would go wrong. After retreating to almost the shore, Yang Fan turned around to see what the reaction of the aborigines was. Seeing Yang Fan and a few people walking away, those people approached those bottles, touched them with their hands a few times, and were attracted by the blue and white flowers on the top, as well as the painted patterns, and hurriedly picked up those porcelains and ran inland.

"Sir, are those monkeys just now?" Sun Yi was in a trance on the shore, and vaguely saw a black, bouncing figure, thinking it was a giant monkey. "Well, you're a monkey too."

Sun Yi's face was a little unhappy, and he said, "Sir, don't scold people like this." Yang Fan didn't scold, he looked at Sun Yi seriously, and said, "But you are indeed a monkey." ”

"......" Sun Yi was speechless, and could only curse Yang Fan silently in his heart, you are a monkey, your whole family is a monkey.

Not long after, a group of black natives rushed over, and hundreds of brocade guards retreated in fright. Yang Fan said: "Don't be afraid, they didn't come to drive us away." Don't you see that the spears and spears in their hands are gone? When Yang Fan said this, Jinyiwei, who was about to draw his sword just now, relaxed his vigilance slightly, some aborigines had some tropical fruits on their heads, and some people came up with a clay pot on their faces with a smile on their faces. Yang Fan's sharp eyes saw the eldest person with the appearance of an elder with white braids. It is estimated that he is the chief of this tribe. What he had in his hand was really two bottles sent by Yang Fan. A glass vase, a blue and white vase. An old woman on the side also held two bottles sent by Yang Fan in her hands, one pastel and one blue and white. They walked up slowly surrounded by a group of people and chattered a lot.

That's when body language becomes so important. Yang Fan gestured with his hand a few times to the big boat behind him, which meant that he came over as a big boat. The chief looked at the big ship behind him, his eyes full of shock, and he said a lot of things.

"Sir, did he mean to ask for our ship?"

"Probably not." Yang Fan looked at the chieftain's excited look, not like he was trying to occupy their ship. Although the words were incomprehensible, the enthusiasm was undiminished, and under the enthusiasm of the chief, hundreds of brocade guards, including Yang Fan, went directly to the land. Yang Fan understood that they were welcoming themselves. Sun Yi in the back was supported by two strong men, constantly jumping up and down, and the two strong men thought that Sun Yi was really excited to dance, and they also jumped up and down with Sun Yi.

"They are welcoming us, don't resist." Yang Fan commanded. Walking through a jungle, Yang Fan saw a tribe of no small size. Some of the women were not very well dressed, sitting on the stones grinding something, and some of the children with colored stripes on their faces squatted on the trees, looking curiously at the group of strangers.

The tribal chief "hmm Then, the chief spoke a series of indigenous languages, anyway, there was not a word that Yang Fan could understand, looking at the way the chief's eyebrows danced, Yang Fan was thinking that he was giving a welcome speech. After the old chief finished speaking, he waved the wooden staff in his hand a few times, and then turned around Yang Fan's head a few times.

Then there was a cheer. The white-haired old man then lifted the crystal bottle above his head, and the cheers were louder than ever. Sun Yi smiled and said softly: "Sir, how can it be like singing a big opera?" Yang Fan knows that in this Australian mainland, some islanders also immigrated up, and they are in a state of isolation, unlike the Chinese nation, which has passed on the torch from generation to generation, continuing the civilization from generation to generation. The population here is estimated to be less than one million, and it is impossible to have a more advanced civilization, a qiē, like our ancestors, who worships the gods and worships nature.