Well?

According to your thinking of the Ming people, isn't it okay to say the next sentence but say it?

Why don't you play according to the routine?

Franco was choked for a long time and did not recover.

"This, that, silver..."

"The silver has been shipped back to the capital."

"What? How can it be so fast?"

"This is Your Majesty's silver, I can't sleep if I let it go."

"That's... Have you gone far?"

"Didn't go far."

"Yes..."

"I can't."

Yes? I haven't said what I can do.

"I mean..."

"I can't say anything. This is Your Majesty's money."

"I'm not talking about anyone's money, it's whether this money can be..."

"Nope!"

"Mr. Zheng, I haven't finished my sentence yet," Franco said weakly.

"I can't finish speaking." Zheng Zhilong rolled his eyes.

What do you want to do? With so much silver, isn't it faster than doing business? If you want Your Majesty to take it out again, it is better for him to order the fleet to go to the open sea to fight the Spanish fleet.

"But the money is gone, and they will not go back. What should I do?" Franco was about to cry.

"I don't care about this, you see, everyone is here, you can take them away."

"But aren't they leaving?"

"So what can I do? I can't go against their will, can I? Although they are captives, they are also flesh and blood! Besides, we never treated them as prisoners."

"But if they don't go back, I won't be able to live if I go back."

"Then don't go back. Just work here, I will give you ten acres of land, the rice here is three crops a year, to ensure that you have no worries about food and clothing~"

What?

Let me work here too?

Franco looked at the group of people who were still kowtowing and shook his head quickly.

Farming and planting like this, if the six relatives don't recognize and can't go home, it's better to die.

Hey?

He had an idea.

"Mr. Zheng, I don't have to go back, but don't I have more important things to do?"

"What's the matter?"

"Am I not allowed to go back and talk about cooperation? If I don't go back, His Majesty won't trust others."

"Huh? That's right."

Zheng Zhilong touched his beard and groaned.

"Why don't I figure it out?"

"Think about it! Come to think of it, we'd better get them all back." Franco said excitedly.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Zheng Zhilong glanced at him unhappily.

"Don't dare, don't dare. Zheng Zongbing thought slowly."

"Gone. I'll be notified of the letter."

After speaking, Zheng Zhilong turned around and left with steps.

Leaving Franco alone to look at the group of kneeling ***, he looked at Zheng Zhilong, who was walking farther and farther, and stomped his feet and turned around and walked towards his residence.

Anyway, if you can't persuade you, kneel down, it's better not to get up.

Since these captives are unwilling to go home, it is natural that they will come from where they came from.

Where they live, it's a farm.

A farm carved out specifically for them.

Unlike other places, there are not only houses and land, but also instructors.

That's right, the instructor sent by Zhu Youzhen.

The farm is basically isolated from the outside world and is managed in a closed manner.

In addition to the daily work, the instructor's responsibilities include a series of team building training.

On top of that, these captives had to attend classes every day.

In a room, whether it is sunny or rainy, there is a full-time instructor to wash and sigh for them, and tell them the philosophy of life.

At first, they struggled,

Resist and curse, but time passes day by day, physical fatigue, coupled with continuous spiritual "redemption", so that they quickly mature, and become a good comrade in the pure sense of the word with ideals, ambitions, and responsibilities.

And Cerezo is the best of them.

As soon as they walked into the farm with neat steps, the farm dog barked happily and ran towards them with their heads and tails.

"Blackie, did you miss me?" Cerezo squatted down and hugged the Chinese pastoral dog named Xiao Hei, touched its head and asked affectionately.

"Wang."

Xiao Hei screamed twice, which counted as an answer. Then he broke free from his embrace and ran off into the distance.

"Why did you get back?" A voice came from the classroom door.

When they looked over, they saw their evening instructor standing in the doorway looking at them.

"Teacher Zhang, let's not leave!"

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, we can't bear you! If you don't leave, you'll be on the farm for the rest of your life!"

"Teacher Zhang, you won't bother us, will you?"

The crowd was gossiping, and the young man known as Teacher Zhang smiled and pointed to the farm gate in the distance.

"See that door? Always open to you!"

Oh~

Teacher Zhang's words detonated the audience, and a kind of captives rushed forward, picked up Teacher Zhang, and threw them into the sky.

Then, the other teachers came out and were forced to join the party.

When they returned, the deserted farm was bustling again.

Everyone was doing their own thing according to the tasks assigned by the instructors, and they were more serious than ever. It seems that everyone cherishes this lost farm work.

In the evening, it was still the same dinner as before.

It's not hearty, but there are also meat and vegetarian dishes, and everyone eats them very deliciously.

After eating, it was time for evening class.

As usual, I will continue with the previous lectures.

The classroom was not large, and the prisoners were crowded, but the atmosphere was unusually warm.

From time to time, the captives shouted in unison, as if they were about to break through the roof.

Zhang Ke, who was standing on the podium, raised his hand and looked at his watch, his right hand was pressed. The captives understood, and slowly fell silent.

A pair of brown eyes looking at Zhang Ke were filled with reverence.

"Students. That's the end of today's lesson. However, I would like to say a few more words. About you, about the future. First of all, thank you for accompanying me through this unforgettable time, and I feel extremely happy in this nearly a year of being together. At the same time, I am extremely proud of your growth.

I remember a sentence that often came to your lips when you first came: We are nobles, how can we do such a vulgar job.

I remember that every student who said such a thing received a punishment of varying severity. Slowly, you don't talk about it. But I know you still think so in your hearts.

When did this start to change? Actually, I can't remember exactly, maybe, it was a certain class? Or maybe it was the bumper harvest of rice?

But either way, you've changed. Change from the inside out. Your bodies begin to grow stronger, your minds become broader, and your spirits are sublimated.

Today, in fact, is a day of separation. I know you're reluctant to leave, but it's just as hard for me. We Ming people have an old saying, called "the feast that will not be dispersed in the world". After all, your vast world cannot be bound by this small farm.

So, after tonight, let's leave.

Go back to where you belong and do what you want to do.

Use the knowledge you have learned here to benefit more people, so that more people can appreciate the field training of our farm.

Now, open your mouths and shout out!"

"Let the light of the Great Ming shine into any dark corner of the world!"

This time, the cramped classroom can no longer stand in the way

Hold back the shouts of the captives!