And what Daming has done should be more accurately expressed: maximum protection and resettlement for poverty alleviation.

Including the aborigines of Australia, all kinds of primitive people who have been differentiated for more than 50,000 years are objectively unable to integrate into modern society because of various physiological structure limitations.

Watson, the father of DNA, defended the world in his old age when he was dying, and talked about many topics about race and intelligence, which eventually led to his disrepute in Western society and deprived him of all honor.

But in reality, he didn't actually talk directly about black people.

Of course, whether there are insinuations or not, this is a matter of opinion.

In an interview, Professor Watson was talking about these ancient races that diverged very early.

He said that "he could not adapt to modern life", "there is no job for which he can do anything but sweep garbage, and it is very difficult to even become a qualified cleaner", referring to these primitive people.

And because of geographical reasons, the Ming Dynasty, which took Nanyang and Australia, has a large number of such tribes in the country.

Obviously, the best protection for them is to stay in seclusion and maintain traditional fishing and hunting.

Now, these primitive people have also been oppressed by other advanced races in various places, and they are huddled in the deep mountains and old forests.

All of their land combined, far less than Australia's largest island and Tasmania, which is larger than Taiwan.

Tasmania is located at the southern tip of the Australian mainland and has an area of more than 1T.

It is so lonely that it is called "the end of the world" and "the loneliest place".

Tasmania is isolated, the natural features are well preserved, and the vegetation, flora and fauna resources are very rich, the climate is also mild, very livable, and there are precious Tasmanian tigers and platypus.

In a sense, the platypus, the oldest fossil species of mammals, does get along well with those fossil humans.

Overall, Tasmania is very good as a tourist island or a private holiday destination for the royal family.

His Majesty Zhu Fugui was willing to take out such a treasure island to settle the primitive people, and it was undoubtedly a good deed to replace the barren land that dotted them in the territory of the Ming Kingdom.

Of course, like the group of primitive people on the most remote island of the Andaman who are particularly primitive, completely unable to communicate, and may be killed by the virus, Zhu Fugui can only let it go.

All in all, there will definitely be bloodshed and even casualties, but compared to what any great power in modern history did, Zhu Fugui could pat his chest and say that he had done his best and had a clear conscience.

Of course, these primitive people are basically incapable of building a modern organizational structure.

But the Ming will still speak for them, treating the whole of Tasmania as an emirate.

This Emirate of Tasmania will also be protected by the Ming Dynasty as a protectorate of the Ming Dynasty.

In the future, if there is an organization such as the League of Nations, Ta Chiefs can also vote.

In addition, in the future, if there is a little bourgeois in the Ming Dynasty who is overflowing with kindness, he can also fly to the island to drop some materials in exchange for the dopamine generated by the satisfaction of his sense of morality.

It's better to do this than to throw things like Brazilian turtles and snapping turtles all over the pond.

In short, the arrangement of the Ming Dynasty can be regarded as the best destination for these remnants of the old era who have no chance of winning in the competition among the world's nations.

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Just when Zhu Fugui signed the holy decree and ordered the Ming Empire's Tuao Xuanwei Division to transfer five barges and send 300 troops to attack the British Tasmanian colony, a news that was not bad news came.

That is, among the first generation of cadres of the Ming Dynasty, someone died.

The crockpot will not be broken from Inoue, and the general will inevitably die in battle.

To tell the truth, Zhu Fugui had already prepared for a reckless man like Mo Baisen who was shot on a horse.

However, these guys are very hard-hitting.

The couplets prepared in the morning at the Martyrs' Shrine never came in handy.

So far, there are really no Wenchen military generals above the third rank in the Ming Dynasty who have sacrificed their lives for the country.

Of course, this may also be due to the progress of military and medical standards, which has led to a significant reduction in the mortality rate of generals.

In particular, the Ming Dynasty has the advantage of technology and equipment and air supremacy, which ensures the safety of the generals' lives.

After all, it is almost impossible for the entire division of the Ming Dynasty to be surrounded and annihilated by the enemy in a movement war.

Of course, like Walton Walker, the only four-star general who died on the Korean battlefield in the Americans, who went to the front line to inspect and was hit and killed by the fleeing South Korean puppet army driving a jeep, then he can only consider himself unlucky.

Even so, when Zhu Fugui saw this obituary, he still felt a little in his heart, and he didn't know which old subordinate was so unlucky.

I don't know if I don't see this, but when I look at it, Zhu Fugui was stunned for a long time.

It turned out that the one who died was not a general at all, but the first generation of diplomats of the Ming Empire, and at the same time, second only to Tang Sangui, the second Westerner to obtain the Ming Zhuka, Qiao Jingzhong.

Seeing this name, Zhu Fugui vaguely remembered an old face that was drooping.

The guy who always dozed off in meetings was recruited by Tang Sangui as a puppet to fool the Pacific Railway Company, and played a role in sheltering the Ming Empire from the wind and rain in the mountains. (See Chapter 101 "Driving Again" and other chapters)

Because of his excellent work, he, like Tang Sangui, was given the name of the Great Tomorrow, changed his name to Qiao Jingzhong, and went to the Far East to preside over the work of the "American Concession" in Shanghai.

Although, most of the time, Qiao Jingzhong is just a puppet, there is no doubt that he has made a great contribution to Da Ming and helped Da Ming gradually develop and grow.

Over the years, as Daming returned to the Asia-Pacific region and revealed his identity, Qiao Jingzhong's role has become smaller and smaller.

Also because he was too old, the Ministry of Rites approved his emeritus retirement, and Zhu Fugui named him the Baron of Jingnantong.

Although it is only a two-character baron, ranking the lowest among all titles, after all, it was the first person with a title in the Ming Dynasty to die, so his obituary was still in front of Zhu Fugui's case.

"I didn't expect that a small ice cream would also make Qiao Aiqing die!

Woo hoo wail, I have lost my loyalty, like losing an arm...... Hair......

Tang Sangui, Qiao Jingzhong, Fan Wencheng...... I'm one of the three heroes of the Ming Dynasty and the West, and now one of them is dead! ”

Zhu Fugui put down the obituary, pondered for a long time, and finally ordered someone to send Qiao Jingzhong to the couplet, and burned ten bags of old man's diapers in front of his spirit to comfort Jingzhong's soul in the sky!

At the same time, Zhu Fugui also realized that because he was too young when he ascended the throne, as the torrent of history rolls forward, there will be more and more black-haired people to send white-haired people.

And himself, even if he becomes the first emperor of the ages, a hundred years later, he will just be a handful of loess.

For a while, Zhu Fugui suddenly understood the mood of Qin Shi Huang when he was facing the sea in the east.

Of course, this was only for a moment.

Soon, Ming Liangzong lay on the sofa and closed his eyes to recuperate, but in fact, he secretly opened the system, clicked on the special folder, and was ready to enjoy a one-person afternoon.