Unlike the other three oceans of the world, the Indian Ocean's special monsoon pattern produced the unique rhythm of sea navigation in the Age of Discovery. Sailboats across the northern Indian Ocean between Europe and Asia, whether eastward or westward, belong to two different time periods of the year.

From October to April of the following year, the northeast monsoon and ocean currents prevailing in the North Indian Ocean, like the Hercules of nature pushing sailboats to reach the south of East Africa easily, and from May to September of the following year, the gradually strong southwest monsoon and ocean currents quietly come to the stage, and the sailing ships from the ports of South East Africa can comfortably reach the ports of India and even Malacca in Southeast Asia.

The seasonal consistency of wind direction and ocean currents makes the average speed of sailboats in the Indian Ocean much higher than that of sailboats in other oceans.

Chang Kun, who was holding a wooden bowl and drinking porridge, had no image at this time, and kept sighing in his heart. Seeing that the porridge had bottomed out, Chang Kun planned to scrape some more to eat while the pot had not been removed.

As soon as I walked to the pot, I saw a man and a woman walking in the distance, one of them was a young lady with Chinese makeup who was constantly persuading other people's merchant ships in the camp during the day today, and beside him was a young Chinese man dressed strangely, looking at the short hair and short clothes, it seemed to be similar to Taixi Fanyi.

Is he the one who those people call Yan Da and a good man? Chang Kun's mind turned for a while, and when he looked at his current wolf appearance, his eyes lit up, so he hurriedly threw away the wooden bowl and tidied up his clothes.

"Yan, or I'll persuade them tomorrow." Caterina looked cautiously at her fiancé's iron-blue face. My heart softened again.

"No need. Maybe I was wrong in the first place, and I should have let them make a choice before they left. Yan Xiaosong had already made up his mind at this time.

"This brother is ......"

Suddenly, a crepe greeting sounded beside him, which sounded like a Huaibei accent, Yan Xiaosong turned his head, and saw a middle-aged scholar who was neatly dressed despite many tears and stains on his clothes standing beside him.

Under the light of the nearby bonfire, the middle-aged man in front of him was at most 1.6 meters tall, with a slightly chubby body and a short beard. He looked like he was in his thirties, and he had a strong scholarly atmosphere.

After glancing at Katarina, Yan Xiaosong frowned slightly, and Yan Siqi didn't sift through it this time. The situation of getting all the scholars of the Ming Dynasty on the ship shows a kind of dissatisfaction.

"Oh, in Xiahejian Mansion Chang Jia Zhuang Ren clan, Chang Kun, the word Boyu. I don't know your surname? The middle-aged scholar was full of smiles, and he looked more like the big housekeeper of a landlord's family.

"What's the matter, Mr. Chang?" Yan Xiaosong's affection is not very good, and he is even more absent-minded in the face of this Ming Dynasty scholar, "My surname is Yan, Yan Xiaosong." ”

The scholar's eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly surrendered his hand: "It turns out that Mr. is the Yan Dashan person who recites from the mouths of the Haizhou refugees?" Help the people. Helping the weak and helping orphans is really the great benevolence and kindness of the world! I can see it today, I am really young and beautiful, and I have the style of the ancient 'sub-road'! This Francois is close to Mr., which shows that Mr. is righteous and mighty, and even the people of Taixi are willing to bow down! Tsk, that's amazing,"

This sour rot actually compared me and Confucius student Zilu, and I am not a slave. I'm a real human trafficker! Messy allusions!

As soon as I listened to it strictly, I was happy, and I also became interested in the Ming Dynasty scholar in front of me, who opened his mouth and misused allusions.

"Chang...... What does Mr. Chang have to say to me? Yan Xiaosong's expression returned to normal, and he pointed slightly to the wooden bench on the next side, motioning for the other party to sit down.

Chang Kun didn't dare to ...... See here. It should be Tianzhu, right? I don't know where Mr. Yan wants to take me this time, and how long will it take? Chang Kun looked at the Portuguese soldiers around him. Secretly swallowed his saliva, and bowed his hand again and again without smiling. …,

"I am a remnant of the former Song Dynasty who went to sea, my ancestors have already established a national business in America, and I plan to move you there when I see so many displaced people in the homeland of the Ming Dynasty. It's a long way to go, so you can only take a break here. Yan Xiaosong also let go at this time, because the other party has no way out now, but the scholar in front of him still has a little knowledge, and he can still know that this is India.

"Ahh Former Song Dynasty relics? But after Yashan, he did not yield to the Yuan Tartar and the Han family who crossed the South Seas? Chang Kun saw it today, and he was lucky to have three lives! ”

Chang Kun was full of the sound of running the train very loudly, and some Ming Dynasty refugees around him leaned over slightly. Seeing that he had attracted everyone's attention, Chang Kun became even more energetic: "My grandfather once said that the former Song Dynasty was my Huaxia Zhengshuo, but it is a pity that the Mengyuan alien race stole the Middle Earth and caused the dust of Huaxia...... Later, the Great Zhou Zhang raised volunteers to expel the Tartars, so that the Han style was re-glorified, but it is a pity that Zhu Ming stole the treasure ding, arrogant and lascivious, did not govern the people's livelihood, and the evil officials were complicit, and the sky was angry and resentful, so we had today's difficulties. ”

Depend on! This guy is really eloquent, and he can talk better than Su Zining! Yan Xiaosong was stunned for a moment, and his eyes widened.

Hearing such a scholar, he shook his head for a moment, even though most of the obscure sentences were difficult to understand, he still understood the basic content, and there were more and more refugees from the Ming Dynasty who surrounded him.

"Mr. Yan's ancestors, it is the remnants of the former Song Dynasty, unbearable Tartar to go abroad, now I heard that my fellow people in China are in trouble, specially not far away, from the newly established country, our compatriots are grateful, please Mr. accept my Chang Kun worship!"

As he spoke, he bent his legs, and the whole person fell to the ground with his hands like a prawn, and then he actually cried.

A scholar actually knelt down, even in the Ming Dynasty, unless the guilty person who removed his fame, it was rare to see it. As if they were infected by something, some of the Ming Dynasty refugees who heard it half-understood actually knelt down.

One, two, three...... More and more peripheral Ming refugees knelt down and spread out like a low tide.

A gust of summer heat blew through, and Yan Xiaosong felt that he was standing very stupid.

"It should." Yan Xiaosong's tongue turned for a long time, and finally spit out a sentence.

"Fellow villagers, Chang Kun has read the book of sages for a long time, and he always has the four words of gratitude in his heart, and Mr. Yan saving me is equal to fire and water. in order to survive the hunger and breathe so far. There is also the grace of bringing all the fathers and elders to go overseas to the Pure Land of China, which is really unprecedented benevolence, how can we doubt each other with vulgar hearts and evil manners! Where is the conscience? ”

Chang Kun took the hot iron, stood up and bowed his hands again, and finally knelt down again in front of Yan Xiaosong, with tears on his face: "Chang Kun is not talented, I am willing to help Mr. take the old and the young, and go to the Pure Land together!" ”

The weak echo finally appeared in the crowd behind Chang Kun, and there was one. There were only two, and soon many of the refugees shouted with frightened expressions.

"Mr. Chang, you can ask Mr. Yan. Do we really have a way to live? A voice said timidly in the crowd, and many people looked at Yan Xiaosong closely.

It seems that he is going to complete the last step, otherwise this wonderful drama will be all in vain. Yan Xiaosong thought for a while, then took a step forward, first helped Chang Kun up, and then said to the crowd with a resolute expression: "I was entrusted by the Chinese and American fathers to come to pick up everyone. No longer afraid of government ping, no longer have to go hungry! ”

"Every family has a house, everyone has a field!"

"What Mr. Yan said is still reasonable, people run so far and eat so well all the way, they really want to sell us, where is it not for sale?"

"Third child, go and tell everyone to disperse, pack up your things, and listen to the two gentlemen!"

A piece of chicken flying and dog jumping. All kinds of wooden sticks were thrown to the ground, and in an instant, crowds of people poured into all directions. …,

This guy doesn't know what the situation is, he's just fooling around, and he really has a future! Yan Xiaosong nodded slightly. With an approving gaze, he patted the reader in front of him.

I had been secretly observing for a long time, and I learned that the strangely dressed young man in front of me was the head of this big family. Chang Kuncai decisively pressed the treasure, and at present, he is completely right! After being slapped like this by the other party, Chang Kun felt that the bones in his whole body seemed to be lighter.

"Chang Kun is not talented, I am willing to do my best for Mr. Yan, I just ask Mr. to let Chang Kun always follow him!" With another deep bow, Chang Kun's tone at this time was unusually calm, like the humility of a famous scholar and a Confucian meeting the master.

"Good! You're going to be the appeasement of this emigration, well, just follow me! Yan Xiaosong saw the incredulous expression of his fiancée, who had not interjected, and quickly made a silent movement, and then raised his official hat at Chang Kun.

Appeasement?! This is a great official! Chang Kun's whole body was shocked, and tears and snot came down again.

But then, Chang Kun very shyly raised the issue of his wife and concubine children, and Yan Xiaosong, who was very affectionate, almost didn't think about it, and agreed that the other party would take the family to live in his flagship VIP room, anyway, there were not too many people.

Considering that there will be various situations at sea, in order to prevent accidents, all men and women of the Ming Dynasty immigrants will be transported separately, which is the rule formulated by Yan Xiaosong when he set sail. Therefore, Chang Kun had to go to the women's rest point to find his own family under the guidance of a Portuguese soldier.

The next day, when Chang Kun's family stood on the flagship deck with a smile, Yan Xiaosong couldn't stop crying and laughing.

In addition to Chang Kun himself, one wife and three concubines, there are seven female babies from teenagers to a few years old, and even one concubine's belly is slightly bulging.

So Katarina, who originally lived in the flagship VIP room, had to give up to such a big family, and Caterina was forced to live in another room with Yan Xiaosong with a red face, which can be regarded as another "harvest" for Yan Xiaosong.

On April 14, 1621, after a delay of nearly a week, the emigrant fleet finally set sail again, but in the end nearly 100 men could not move and settled in the port of Caricaut.

The local Portuguese governor couldn't ask for it, and the hard-working Orientals were the favorite of the Portuguese. After ensuring proper resettlement, these Ming immigrants took root in Calicut, but for now they only exist as helpers in the Calicut resettlement camp.

In order to catch the last train of the northeast monsoon current, the plan to stop in the port of Mozambique, a Portuguese East African colony, was changed, and the fleet was to move at full speed and go directly to the port of Sofala to rest.

The fleet will then slowly move south along the East African coastline around the Cape of Good Hope in South Africa and into the Benjira Current, where it will sail downstream, arriving at the Portuguese port of Luanda in early July.

It will then continue northward with the current into the Gulf of Guinea, connect with the south-equatorial current to the west, and cross the South Atlantic in a counterclockwise arc, arriving at the port of Recife in the Pernambuco region of Brazil in early August! (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. )