"Gajile, a small Western country also. In the sixth year of Yongle, Zheng He sent an edict to give Jinqi and Saro. In the ninth year, its chieftain Ge Bu Ma sent an envoy to pay tribute to the table. Feast of life, crowns, coins, and banknotes. Ten years, and then make the country, after three tribute. Xuande for five years, and restored the country. In the eighth year, he accompanied Adan and other eleven countries to pay tribute. ”

——"History of the Ming Dynasty, Volume 326, Biography 204"

The southeastern port of Javoli, known as Kajyl in ancient times, believes in Hinduism and has its own independent language, Telugu.

It can be said that Andhra Pradesh has been a tributary state of the Ming Dynasty since ancient times, and it was a clean and hygienic dog that Zheng He received when he went to the West.

In later generations, it was also one of the main areas of activity of the mysterious force in India, which is inextricably linked to China.

If there is any hope for India, a country plagued by its problems, Andhra Pradesh may barely be a seed of hope.

Today, of course, in 1876, everything is very different.

With the passage of time, except for some princes in Andhra Pradesh, who may still have a collection of porcelain brought by Zheng He, the vast majority of locals no longer remember the huge Chinese fleet.

For centuries, the Andhra people lost their independence and freedom under the rule of the Mughal Empire and then the British, and today it is one of the most famine-ravaged areas.

From the perspective of the Chinese people, this is a heaven-sent land.

There are two rivers in the state, the Arc Da Frog River and the Hei River, and the coastal plain area has fertile soil, heavy rainfall, developed agriculture, and abundant rice.

The inland plateau region has less rainfall, poor soil, and a sparse population, but animal husbandry is well developed.

Tobacco is also abundant here.

This is where Churchill & Sons' favorite Trichinopoly cigars are produced.

It stands to reason that there is no famine in such a treasure of feng shui, and even in the event of a temporary drought, the grain stored in the government's granary is enough to alleviate the urgent need.

However, those who are covered in clothes are not silkworm farmers.

Andhra Pradesh was plundered by the British and princely landlords, and the peasants lived in extreme poverty.

Even in later generations, Andhra Pradesh remained one of the poorest regions in all of India.

You know, India's per capita GDP is only a little more than $1,900.

What is the concept of GDP1900 dollar, ordinary Chinese, especially the new generation, is already very unfamiliar.

But as long as you understand that the per capita GDP of Congo, which is known for its population explosion and economic backwardness, is 2,200 US dollars, the per capita GDP of Ghana, which is carried by black people, is 2,222 US dollars, and Laos, a mountainous country with the worst natural conditions in Southeast Asia and no opening, has a per capita GDP of 2,626 US dollars.

It is clear how poor India really is.

Andhra Pradesh is also at the bottom of such a poor India.

To put it bluntly, the lives of the people here are not much different from those in places like Burkina Faso and Zimbabwe.

It is this extreme poverty, as well as the natural endowments and extremely unfair distribution that make Andhra Pradesh a fertile ground for the growth of the mysterious red power.

And now, there is also a red with a very opposite meaning that controls here, and that is the red of the British lobster soldiers.

Like the British troops in the Cape Town colony in South Africa, the British troops stationed in Andhra Pradesh also did not change their uniforms, and were still dressed in a striking red.

In fact, the grassroots British army prefers this lobster suit.

Because it was the pride that was handed down when the British Empire entered the Victorian era and reached the peak of relative power among all empires in human history.

A couple of arrogant lobster soldiers escort Mr. Boris from Kolkata.

Mr. Boris, on the other hand, commanded Indian security officers and forcibly recruited coolies from Andhra Pradesh to transport truckloads of tobacco.

Boris said to a man in a turban beside him: "Singh, we must hurry up, Her Majesty's coronation is about to take place, and without these tobacco, the guests from London and Persia would not be able to enjoy the happy hour to the fullest!" ”

"Mr. Boris, too many people are starving to death, and the famine has left us unable to find enough labour, and, of course, not enough livestock."

In curry-flavored English, Singh said embarrassedly, "Haven't the boys who went to the war come back yet?" Isn't that Chinese emperor already gone? ”

"Operation Dragon Hunt is also part of our gift to Her Majesty the Empress, how can we be hasty with it?"

Boris spread his hands, "at least make the way we've done our best......"

There is another point that Boris did not say explicitly.

Now that there is a famine of this magnitude, how dare the gentlemen of Calcutta bring back the Indian army?

These mud-legged pariahs starved to death, and those Indian colonial troops had guns in their hands after all.

If it is instigated by some careerist again, won't the large-scale uproar more than ten years ago be staged again?

Shaking his head, Boris would not say this kind of thing to this guy next to him.

Although Singh was a brave Sikh loyal to the British Empire, although Singer's family had died under the iron hooves of the Tatars, and he had a blood feud with the Tatars and the Ming, he was only an Indian.

You are loyal to the Empire, but is the Empire loyal to you?

This is a threshold that all naturalized people must face.

Singh's Indian origins were predestined, and although his loyalty was impeccable, the English gentlemen still did not consider him their own.

Just as Boris was sitting in the carriage, taking out a cigarette paper and trying to roll a cigarette to relieve his fatigue, a loud bang suddenly exploded in his ears.

The huge shock wave overturned the carriage, and Boris was swept out five or six meters.

He was horrified to see Indians in uniform emerge from the dry and withered woods on both sides.

This costume Boris is all too familiar!

A white shirt, khaki bib pants, a yellow hat, a red scarf, and a schoolbag with that damn red-skinned pig painted on it!

If it weren't for the fact that these guys were obviously Indians with brown skin, Boris would almost have thought that the servant army of those Ming people in North America was coming!

But no matter who came, Boris knew very well that the people who came were not good.

He hurriedly ran behind Singh.

The authentic Ansa lobster soldiers he brought with him were actually only five people.

Because according to common sense, it is just to go to India to collect agricultural goods, and counting that he has six noble English gentlemen, it is enough to deter these brown pariahs.

But now it's clear that things have changed.

These docile, peaceful Indians were as irritable as they were when they saw a woman walking alone.

The situation is precarious!