Red lanterns were hung in heaven and earth, and a new person appeared on the stage.

But many people have noticed that this red lantern is different from usual, this is not a red pure red lantern, but a new type of red and white lantern, so what does this lantern represent?

Out of curiosity, there are also many people who are willing to come and see the fun.

Zhong Ming is far from a good thing, but he is loyal, he knows that he is a dog, and only by listening to his master can he eat meat and continue to live. Therefore, he can be said to be absolutely dedicated to the task ordered by the white crane.

A month ago, after he got the cook lady in the original Sun family's mansion, he lived a life like a gentle township for three days. He turned his cold courtyard into a home, and three days later, he took some undignified warriors and boarded a boat to Wajima.

And on the same boat, there were more than 50 young Japanese women.

"Master Zhong, our Lord Bai has wanted to change his taste recently......" A swordsman sat on the deck, and after seeing Zhong Mingyuan also on the deck, he said half-jokingly.

Zhong Mingyuan's face was black, and it was a slap in the face, but the swordsman didn't dare to resist at all, and quickly lowered his head.

"You, and your ......" Zhong Mingyuan stretched out his hand and pointed at these martial artists: "I'm tired of being alive." The young master's gossip also dares to talk nonsense, these low-grade goods are not afraid of spoiling the young master's eyes, if you really want to change the taste, at least ......" Zhong Ming was far from continuing, with an expression that you understand.

"Yes, yes!" A group of warriors hurriedly replied.

The cold killing intent on Zhong Mingyuan's face disappeared, and he was replaced by a smiling face: "You people, dare to compare with the Hua brothers in terms of martial arts." It's still about intelligence and comparing with Fu Ye or General Fan. On the ruthless ......, hehe! Zhong Ming didn't go any further, and these third-rate martial artists also understood that the real masters of the ruthless Dongchang were ruthless characters who skinned people alive.

"Remember what my master taught you. When you arrive at Wajima, you are the uncle, and you are not allowed to do so. Remember? ”

"Remember, one is not allowed to rob, two is not allowed to harm a good family, and three is not allowed to default on money!" A group of third-rate martial artists replied in unison.

Zhong Mingyuan nodded with satisfaction: "Just remember, you are going to do things." Seriously! ”

"Master Zhong, don't you know if our young master has a number?"

"Yes!" Zhong Mingyuan's face also changed slightly, which made him feel a little empty in his heart: "Hearing this number, I am also scared little old, the number given by the young master is, if it can exceed 50,000 this year, I will give you a reward, and if it can exceed 100,000, it will be a very heavy reward!" ”

Lakh!

Hearing this number, the faces of the third-rate martial artists also changed. What is the number of 100,000, this number is really terrifying.

All eyes were on the entrance to the cabin. There are more than 50 Japanese women in this cabin, although they are carefully selected, these people will help many young Japanese women who are willing to come to Daming to build a line, but these 50 people, can they not rob without knowing it, not kidnapping people with local forces, and only convince 100,000 people by voluntarily?

Zhong Mingyuan also thought that the number of Bai Minghe was a bit arbitrary, but after all, Bai Minghe said it. He will do it if he fights hard.

In fact, the white crane is sure enough for 100,000 people.

A few days later. Zhong Mingyuan and his entourage came to Wajima, entered a port in the westernmost part, and then borrowed the Wa people's house boat here and let these people act separately.

An ordinary village, with hundreds of families here, when it comes to the identity of these people, they are in fact the slaves of the lord. It's just that on Wajima, they are not called slaves. but it is called the people.

Those who come from the Ming Dynasty, the daimyo will also send a family to greet them in the future, and some city lords will even entertain them personally.

Zhong Mingyuan, as a guest, naturally received excellent hospitality, and after Zhong Mingyuan gave a gift at the banquet. It's very straightforward to say what I mean. The daimyo also replied directly, as long as it is voluntary, he can tax all the income in proportion, or forty percent to those who go voluntarily, and sixty percent to him.

In the village, a Japanese girl dressed in a fine white linen cloth returned to her home.

She was sold as a slave and sold for only half a stone of rice.

At this time, she appeared in clothes no less than the noblewoman of the lord's castle after being sold as a slave, attracting the attention of the entire village. And the gifts she brought, no one has ever seen.

This former poor woman, after returning to the home she had been thinking about for a long time, looked at the meal carefully prepared by her family, but she couldn't eat a bite, not because of her mood, but because the food was really unpalatable.

For ordinary Japanese people, such meals can be said to be eaten only during festivals. A bowl of rice is definitely not new rice, and the poor people eat old rice. What you usually eat may be brown rice, or even worse. A soup with a few slices of kelp on it, then a few pickles, and then half an inch of dried fish.

"I've been on the boat for a long time, and I've had a good rest."

"I don't want to eat it." After all, he is not too old, and there is nothing to hide when he speaks.

"Why?" The elders of the family asked. "You know, this kind of meal is a noble person of the lord's family, and it is difficult to eat it in ordinary times. Are you physically fit to take it? ”

The Japanese girl shook her head: "In Daming, the worst rice also has three dishes, and the rice is also bright white rice, or white noodles. However, the Ming people did not have kelp soup, and they did not eat pickles, and almost did not eat salted dried fish. The girl took her baggage, opened it, and took out a thick stack of papers.

Her family looked at the stack of papers in bewilderment. "This is called a Japanese vote, but people who return to their hometowns can exchange it. Before I came back, I asked that after paying taxes to the lord, I could exchange many things from the lord, and these were all shipped from Daming. These Japanese votes, if exchanged for new rice, will cost at least 300 koku! ”

"Sister, I'll go to Daming with you too......

The white crane naturally knew about this qiē that happened on Wajima, and after the continuous Japanese people were transported back to Nanjing, the white crane knew this similar story.

For this reason, Sun Yuanjun specially found the white crane.

"Husband, a large number of Japanese women have come to Daming, this matter will damage the reputation of the husband! Besides, if it arouses the hatred of the Japanese people for the husband, the future plans for the husband will definitely be affected. Sun Yuanjun is naturally most concerned about the white crane, and anything that makes her feel that it will be bad for the white crane will make her nervous.

Shira-nathan did not answer, because he was very confident that the Japanese would not hate him.

In real history, half of the navy of the Wa Kingdom in the middle of the Qing Dynasty was exported by their raw silk, and the other half relied on the women of the Wa Kingdom in exchange for their bodies.

This period of history was absolutely not recognized by the Wa Kingdom in the modern era of later generations. But in fact, the fifty years that began in 1870 were the fifty years before World War I. Hundreds of thousands of young women in the Wa Kingdom spread throughout Asia. Especially in those years, Nanyang was quite prosperous due to the mining of rubber and tin ore. The beauty and gentleness of Japanese prostitutes soon overwhelmed other entertainment programs throughout the South Seas, and vigorously constituted a new hot entertainment service industry. With their weak bodies, Japanese prostitutes launched a powerful offensive against the uncivilized indigenous people and men from all walks of life, writing an unforgettable "history of selling prostitution".

According to statistics from Western scholars, in the 33rd year of the Meiji era, one million yuan was remitted to Japan in Siberia alone, which was an important channel for the Japanese to earn foreign exchange, and seventy percent of the people who remitted money were exchanged for their bodies.

Seeing that the white crane didn't speak for a long time, Sun Yuanjun thought that the white crane was thinking.

But after Bai Minghe opened his mouth, he said something that surprised Sun Yuanjun: "Yuanjun, I have studied the Japanese people for my husband. For the whole country, this matter is not ashamed, but proud. ”

"Why?" Sun Yuanjun doesn't understand, don't women have a good name?

There were 100,000 people who came and sold themselves voluntarily.

The white crane sneered a few times.

Some things can't be said, think about the history you have read, don't say 100,000, there are 1 million, 2 million white cranes don't care, since the young women of the Japanese people like this kind of business, the white cranes don't mind cultivating the noble thoughts of the Ming women, and stay away from this profession forever.

Of course, this business still has to be run well.

"Husband, when I was in the capital, although I didn't have a deep relationship with several ladies of the Emperor's Order, they all wanted to ask me intentionally or unintentionally, maybe their family wanted to know."

"Know what?"

"I wonder if the husband has any hatred with the Japanese people, because the husband's behavior towards the Japanese island is terrible." Sun Yuanjun said that at this time, he felt that his husband was very scary.

Bai Minghe approached Sun Yuanjun and said in Sun Yuanjun's ear: "Don't spread it, there is no hatred between Fujun and the Wa Kingdom." But he wanted to destroy them. ”

"Why?" Sun Yuanjun was taken aback.

She already knew that the country of Wajima had a population of more than 14 million people.

Is his husband going to kill all these people?

Bai Minghe's smile was a little stiff, could he still tell Sun Yuanjun about modern history.

It definitely can't be said, and Bai Minghe didn't want to tell Sun Yuanjun a lie, so he just said: "You have to believe me in this matter." But I can't tell the reason, because I don't want to lie to you. I can only say that I have a solid reason to let me do this, once Lord Yu Qian also asked me, what I told him is not the truth, only here in the world knows! ”

Shiramei Crane pointed to his heart. Sun Yuanjun is not good to ask anymore, according to her thoughts, her husband is virtue, since her husband has decided, then she can't doubt it, and she can't ask any more.

"Go back and rest, and then send someone to call Wan Xue'er, and then ask someone to call Mo Chou over."

"Husband, I can also help you share your worries." Sun Yuanjun really wanted to do something.

Bai Minghe gently took Sun Yuanjun in his arms: "Yuanjun, you are my wife." Some things are too dirty, and I don't want you to stick to your hands. If you want to know, if you have the opportunity to let Wan Xue'er and Mo Chou tell you in private, don't let me say it, so that you don't think that your husband is an extremely evil person. (To be continued......)

PS: The period of the 33rd year of the Meiji era is definitely true history.