With complicated feelings, Zhong Sanri continued to embark on a journey back to his hometown, Tianzhu returned to the emperor, this topic filled everyone's minds, and everyone was discussing how the country would govern Tianzhu along the way, and the journey was no longer boring and difficult.

"Are you crazy? Do it like the locals? There are still most of the poor people in our country waiting to be taken care of, and now they still have to take care of Tianzhu? How many poor people are in Tianzhu? Nine out of ten! Either Shudra tenant farmers or untouchables, they can't even rely on the standard of 'extreme poverty' in our country......"

Zhong Sanri and Xu Gui thought that Yinghua should swallow all Tianzhu, imitate the local system, and set up government offices in different provinces. Xu Shan really couldn't listen to it, and refuted it excitedly.

"As long as the noble lord of Tianzhu is enveloped and ensured that Tianzhu does not collapse, how can he squeeze from Tianzhu to great profits! Tianzhu is by no means our own son of Huaxia, he is used to suck blood and eat meat......"

In order to enhance his persuasiveness, Xu Shan made the most superficial analogy, and as soon as the words came out, he realized that it was bad, and sure enough, Zhong Sanri and Xu Gui changed color at the same time, and their own son ...... Isn't that just poking them in the heart? Both of them, one of known half-breeds and the other of possible mongrels, felt excluded from their families and not treated as their own sons.

All the way to Colombo in Ceylon, Zhong Sanri and Xu Gui didn't give Xu Shan a good face, if Xu Shan was not the boss of the boat, the two were afraid of being thrown off the boat, and Xu Shan would have been beaten into a pig's head.

docked at the port of Colombo for supplies, which was British territory. After the Third Battle of Ceylon, the Anglo-Chinese made peace with Britain. The whole of Ceylon was divided into two parts, with the French based on Jaffna in the north, bringing together the French from the former Pondicherry and other Tenzhu strongholds. The British, on the other hand, ceded control over Colombo by the Dutch. It became a British and Dutch settlement.

When the ship entered the port, the British pilot, as always, squinted his eyes and spread his palms when he got on board. The middle finger is constantly dangling, which is an unofficial gesture that is now common in seaports around the world, meaning "take the money" or, yes, ask for a bribe.

Soliciting bribes is regulated by the country's legal system and public opinion, and it is not so blatant among Chinese people, but it is not so polite to foreigners. So it doesn't matter if it's Anglo-Chinese or Britannica. It is also an "international practice" that all seaport clerks regard foreign merchant ships as fat.

Xu Shan had already gotten used to it, and subconsciously stretched his hand to his waist bag, while Zhong Sanri and Xu Gui looked at the arrogant white-skinned baboon, and a vicious breath went straight to the Tianling Gai. Leave Xu Shan's unhappiness behind, and if your compatriots are bullied, you are bullied. Almost simultaneously, the two shouted in Britannica: "Falck - oil!" ”

The British pilot was stunned for a moment, and before he realized that he was being scolded, Zhong Sanri raised his middle finger, Xu Shan clenched his fist, and the two made persistent efforts: "Sang Oh Fu Beach!" "Amsol Gollop Faith!" "Waitmank!"

As the two scolded. A red flower bloomed on the Britanny's face, and the guy shouted in fluent Mandarin, "Are you crazy!?" Dare to insult the pilots of the port? This is the place of Britain, and you are not afraid of being punished by British law!? ”

Zhong Sanri pushed away Xu Shan, who persuaded him, raised his arms and shouted: "Here is our Seris charity for you!" Not only are you not grateful, but you are also a blessing to us Seris, so you are not afraid of Seris descending from heaven! ”

Xu Gui also shouted: "Tianzhu is already ours, if you still want to eat our leftovers here, you should be honest and good grandson!" ”

India is Seris's? What does this mean? Didn't Seris always hold only Bengal?

The news of the Agra battle had not yet reached here, and the Britons did not understand where the confidence of the two came from, and there was a slight panic in their hearts, and they looked at Xu Shan suspiciously. …,

Xu Shan also cheered up at this time. When he was in Bombay, he was full of resentment because of the exploitation of the British East India Company, and in this Colombo, in addition to the filial piety of the pilot, he also had to pay the filial piety to the port master, otherwise the food he bought would be moldy, and the fresh water did not know how much urine and saliva was mixed with, and he was hurting his own profits.

"Our Buddha Tutu defeated the Mughal Empire at Agra, the Emperor gave the crown to our Emperor Majesty, and now our army should have recovered Delhi and quickly driven the Persians out of Tianzhu, is this news the first one we brought?"

Xu Shan raised his head and looked at the British, the blush on the other party's face that bloomed from the humiliation withered like an epiphany, and the flesh of his face stiffened from the strenuous exercise.

After a long silence, the Briton said brightly: "What a good day, isn't it?" For the sake of His Majesty Emperor Seris, today I offer a free service......"

"Could he have deliberately put the boat on the reef?"

"Since Tianzhu is ours, the foreigners of Ceylon, whether French or British, are thorns in the side of Your Majesty and the generals, maybe they are looking for an excuse to go to war. Xu Shan, it doesn't matter if you lose this ship, send a good excuse to start a war, and the country will definitely compensate you for a bigger and faster steamboat! ”

Xu Gui and Zhong Sanri were still muttering on the side, making the British's body a little stiff when a trace of evil thoughts flashed in their hearts.

Damn yellow-skinned monkeys! Damn Cyris! When our Lord comes, and the Day of Judgment comes, you heretics will be put on the gallows!

The devout believer cursed in his heart, but he did not dare to say anything more, so he thought of bringing the Cyrisian merchant ship into the port as soon as possible, and then went to report the matter. Emperor Seris became Emperor Tianzhu again, and for Crombo and even Ceylon in Britain, they had to think seriously about what to do in the future.

Xu Shan looked at the two gratefully, and was about to say something, Zhong Sanri smiled and said, "We are all a family, so there is no need to say those words." ”

Xu Shan nodded, and then said arrogantly: "Wait a minute, I have to check the things sold by the Britons, and look at the buckets!" If something is wrong, I will even smash something on their heads with a bucket to see if they dare to say more! ”

The Britons didn't dare to say much, Xu Shan and the others just arrived early, and it didn't take long for the British merchant ships to bring news, and in the past few days, the British and Chinese merchant ships calling at the port in Crombo have become VIPs. Received the meticulous care of the British.

The next stop was supposed to be to go to Malacca, but Xu Shan was commissioned by Zhong Yinan when he set off. If you want to pick up Zhong Yinan's family, you have to go to Chittagong.

It has been nearly a year since he arrived in Chittagong, and Zhong San also wants to go to Fangzhong County, the eldest brother. Originally known as the Trust Territory of Gulinglam County, it is now under the direct administration of the Anglo-Chinese Kingdom of Bengal.

The reason why Jia Hao wanted to get the Tianzhu crown for the emperor again was because he had already gained experience in using foreign monarchs to obtain foreign powers. Bengal, which originally belonged to the trusteeship of the Western Company, was reorganized into a kingdom in the 33rd year of the Holy Dao, when the titular Bengali Native King dedicated the throne to the Holy Dao Emperor. Emperor Anglo-Chinese took over the throne of Bengal and appointed the Prime Minister of the Kingdom as Head of Government. The current prime minister of the kingdom is the former third governor of Bangladesh, Qiu Rixiu. In other words, Bangladesh has separated from Tianzhu and is a separate country.

Although the Mandate has been recovered by the Kingdom. However, Fang Wu and Zhong Shang's rights and interests in the local area have not been violated, of course, not only by their surnames. The royal government only sent legal officials, and the magistrates were hereditary from their families, and the local Brahmins and Kshatriyas formed the county councils as foils.

The Zhong family, the Fang family and other colonists now own 20 percent of the land and 80 percent of the industry and commerce in the county. But just like Zhong Shang, Fang Wu and other older generations, who have earned enough money, will lose their family business to the younger generations. They all returned to their hometowns to recuperate. The younger generations may take root in Bangladesh, and those who have crossed the old and the new generations will still have their roots in the mountains and rivers of their hometown. …,

The Zhong family of the Fang family is rich, not only has a county hall in Dhaka, but also raises a small steam clipper to transport personnel and goods. This kind of steam flat-bottomed clipper, developed by the navy, is no more than a hundred tons. Relying on steam engines and propellers, 800 miles a day and night, the Ganges and other Bengal rivers were unimpeded. I got on a clipper and arrived in Fangzhong County three days later.

When he arrived in Fangzhong County, he didn't have time to express his emotion at the career that his father had created here, he was angry at his eldest brother's power here, and he was frightened by the thrilling alarm bell.

"Damn the Zhou family, this has completely annoyed the Brookeba people, they can't find the Zhou family to ask for the guilt, so they come to us for trouble!"

Fang Wu's son, the current magistrate Fang Zhongxiao, was busy gathering Sikh soldiers, so he replied to Zhong Sanri.

This is a long story, when Fang Wuzhong came here to pan for gold, Zhou Kunlai, who was alias Zhou Yiren, also came. Zhou Kunlai was not interested in getting rich by farming in the colony, but started a business. With his back to Fangzhong County, he imported Bengali and Anglo-Chinese goods to Nepal, Sikkim, and Brookpa (Bhutan) to the north, and then resold the specialties and even the population of the three places, especially the Gurkha mercenaries. Over the years, it has accumulated a good reputation, and even became a special supplier of the Anglo-Chinese army, and the Gurkha mercenaries have become a sought-after source of soldiers for the Anglo-Chinese Foreign Legion and various overseas protectorates.

If he continues to work honestly, Zhou Kunlai will not have a chance to wash his name, and An Guoyuan has been staring at him for a long time. But I didn't expect this guy to relapse into his old ways, and felt that it was too slow to make money like this, so he simply turned his heart sideways, closed his eyes, planted opium, and sold it to the three countries and Beitianzhu in the west.

After the establishment of the Kingdom of Bengal, the Anglo-Chinese control over the opium business of Western companies was also tightened, and the opium cultivation industry was declining due to the sharp decline in profits and the shrinking market. But Zhou Kunlai suddenly opened up emerging markets, and even imported Persia and Ottomans through the relationship of the Persians, which made a big fuss. In particular, Nepal, Sikkim and Bulukba have an ambiguous attitude towards Britain and China because of the Us-Tibet issue. At this time, the Zhou family sold opium, which they regarded as a conspiracy by the British and Chinese to poison the Three Kingdoms, and their position gradually became hostile.

The Us-Tibet problem is another big problem, as Prince Burukba was assassinated last year for opium interests, and the murderer was planted on the Zhou family by someone with a heart in Bhutan, and the crusade against the Chinese in Bangladesh gradually rose.

As far as Fangzhong County is concerned, the Zhou family said that they would run, and as the next family of the Zhou family, they had a family and a business, so they had no way to run. Their county is only 300 miles away from Bhutan, and it is no joke that the Bhutanese army has been suppressed.

"Hurry up, just help me bring a letter to the Dhaka military department, and ask them to send troops to support quickly!"

Fang Zhongxiao stuffed the letter to Zhong Sanri, and almost used a charge to catch Zhong Sanri onto the steamboat. Fang Zhong County's troops are still enough to protect themselves, but it is difficult to say how long they can hold out. Thanks to Zhou Kunlai, although the Brookeba people did not have cannons, they did not lack muskets.

"Wait. This news should be useful to you, so that the local brahmin can talk to the invading Brukba......"

Zhong Sanri hurriedly presented the news that the Tianzhu Crown had been obtained by the Holy Dao Emperor, and Fang Zhong was filial for a moment. And then overjoyed.

Fang Zhongxiao gritted his teeth and said: "Our Yinghua's light shines on the world, just a barbarian, see if they dare to offend Tianwei!" ”

Then he added: "Of course." Those guys of the Zhou family who damage the reputation of the Celestial Empire also deserve death! ”

When Zhong Sanri and the others took Zhong Yinan's family on the steamboat, they vaguely heard Fang Zhongxiao instructing his subordinates: "Hurry up and spread the news to the Zhou family, saying that as long as he gives up the monopoly of these things, I will not only help him block the Brukeba people, but also help him solve this great disaster." ”…,

From Fang Zhongxiao, he could think of what his eldest brother Zhong Yinan was doing on weekdays, Zhong Sanri shook his head more than once, he was the master of helping people. I really don't know how many layers of the underworld the soul will sink to after death.

On the 10th day of the first month of the 43rd year of the Holy Road, Zhong 3rd and the Xu brothers returned to Chittagong, and the ship continued to set off and entered the Strait of Malacca at the end of the month.

At this time, in the regional view of the Chinese, the Strait of Malacca is almost the gate of the country, and when I think of crossing this strait, I am in the territory of the motherland. Zhong Sanri, the Xu brothers and the Chinese crew couldn't help but burst into tears, and their hearts were full of homesickness.

Before that, the black slaves had to be sold in Malacca, and the ship approached Malacca and was about to call at the port. However, it was stopped by a sail frigate, flying the blood-red twin dragon flag and the blue flying dragon rain flag, which was the battleship of the British South Ocean Fleet.

"Malacca...... Fighting, stop Temasek ......"

Xu Shan read out the flag on the battleship, and then looked at Zhong Sanri and the others, Malacca is fighting!?

Looking through the binoculars, black smoke billowed over Malacca, making everyone's hearts tighten, what happened in Malacca?

At this time, the port of Malacca was full of warships, and a steady stream of blue-clothed Fubo troops were pouring into the port, and the city was in flames, and the sound of gunfire was like a chaotic raindrop, coming from every corner of the city.

Viewed from above, the governor's palace, armory and other important places in the city are being besieged by countless people in disorganized clothes. They are all civilians, all of them are carrying muskets and scimitars, most of them are wearing white hats, and they are all locals in brown and black clothes.

Compared with the Governor's Palace and the Armory, the Heavenly Temple in the city is the focus of the siege, at least 10,000 people crowded at the gate of the Heavenly Temple to set fire to the guns, and they cursed incessantly.

The thick walls not only blocked the bullets and flames, but also made the noise seem so distant. On the walls of the temple are vivid and vivid pictures of the ancestors, comforting the thousands of Chinese women and children gathered here.

"It can't go on like this! The powder magazine is in the north of the city, in case they occupy it, when they get gunpowder, it will be impossible to stop it here! ”

"yes, you can't sit still! Although there are not many of us, we can go out and rush for a while, at least until reinforcements arrive! ”

"Well said! In terms of courage, our Fubo army is far superior to the red clothes! ”

"What is the red coat, can it be compared to our sailors?"

There are also more than 100 blue-clothed officers and soldiers gathered in the Heavenly Temple, who should have been urgently transferred to defend the Heavenly Temple at the time of the incident. After some discussion, the sailors and marines made a decision that they had to go out and fight for a while.

There are also many fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenagers among these people, which is also the practice of the navy, and they all come from the school attached to the naval academy and intern on the ship early.

"Hong Kong Naval Academy, Forty Realms, Fu Kang'an ......"

"Wu Song, the Four One Realm, Chang and Shen ......"

The two junior academies from different training ships introduced themselves and said their names to each other, and they were both stunned.

"Yes...... Fu of the Fucha family? ”

"Yes...... Niu Co Lu's family? ”

Listening to the accent, looking at the eyebrows, and then knowing the surname, the two have a feeling for each other's origins.

"Don't mention Fucha again, our surname is only Fu!"

"I don't know what Niu Colu is, I only know the surname Chang!"

"What kind of grudge does our family seem to have?"

"It has something to do with us!"

The two of them invariably raised their voices in unison, emphasizing that they were no longer the Manchurians of the previous generation, and they did not want to pay attention to the feelings and hatreds of the previous generation. Fu Kang'an, Fu Heng's son, Chang Heshen, Chang Bao's son, met in the Malacca rebellion.

"For my emperor!"

"For Huaxia!"

The two young men, whose lips were still full of fluff, smiled at each other, clenched their muskets, and followed everyone with a deep shout.

"Wansheng ——!"

The gate opened, and the blue-clothed people poured out in a line, hundreds of people, facing the surging crowd, raising their guns against each other.

The guns roared, the shouts shook the sky, and the bloodshed of Malacca, just like Yinghua's decades of history in the world, there was no peaceful year. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )