"Take your people down and tell these natives that those who are willing to surrender can come forward, and those who surrender will have porridge to drink. But you must let them recognize those who have your blood on their hands, and these people must be killed. Kill them all and leave no one behind." Han Du said to Zhao Xian forcefully.
Zhao Xian's expression was equally solemn, and he also harbored hatred for the natives who had massacred them. Therefore, Han Du's idea was exactly the same as his, so Zhao Xian nodded directly and turned around to make arrangements.
Then things became simple. When the natives heard that there was porridge to drink, they walked onto the beach without hesitation. They even pointed out the natives who had blood on their hands without hesitation.
The navy of the Ming Dynasty led the people and directly shackled the people who walked on the beach and slipped them aside to drink porridge. Those who were identified were taken aside by soldiers of the Ming Navy and executed on the spot.
On one side was the thick white porridge in the pot, and on the other side was the head falling to the ground, spewing bright red blood. When all the natives walked onto the beach, the Ming navy's work of beheading ended.
"With a bowl of white porridge and a butcher's knife, all the backbone of these natives was wiped out. How amazing!" Tang He couldn't help but be shocked by Han Du's clean and neat techniques after watching them from beginning to end.
How old is this boy? How come you can do things so easily?
"My father-in-law has told me that this is because these natives have no courage at all, so they can be so easily subdued by the boy. This is also an advantage for the boy." Han Du did not feel complacent at all. The number of these natives is too small, and their ancestors have lived on this island for generations. As the saying goes, a small country with few people, they don't even have a country, so naturally there is no national will or national consciousness.
Zhao Xian is back, and today is the happiest day for him in a while. Even the father-in-law and uncle of the Ming Dynasty, as well as the navy of the Ming Dynasty, were working hard for him in disguise, how could he be unhappy?
"The common people pay their respects to the uncle, uncle. Thank you uncle..."
Han Du quickly stopped his actions and said, "Don't rush to thank me, settle the account first."
"Account? What account." For some reason, Zhao Xian had a bad premonition in his heart.
Han Duwei
He pointed at the group of natives with a smile and said: "So many people have been arrested by Uncle Ben. Since you want it, you have to show something, right? You can't just be a bachelor and get nothing, right?"
Zhao Xian immediately understood what Han Du meant, which was to make him bleed. But Zhao Xian obviously didn't want this blood to come out, so he murmured: "But uncle, these natives were arrested by ordinary people."
When Han Du heard this, he even laughed out loud. After laughing enough, he said: "Without my uncle leading people to suppress it, how can you catch the natives? So, your role in this matter is actually Not big, but even without you, Uncle Ben can catch all these natives, it just takes more time. Now, if you want these natives, it is very simple, just spend money to buy them."
The joy on Zhao Xian's face suddenly disappeared, but in the face of a situation where the other party was strong and he was weak, he had no good solution. After pondering for a long time, he still couldn't bear to let go, so he asked: "May I ask my uncle, what price do you want?"
Han Du thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, stretched out a finger, and said: "One person, one tael." Han Du originally thought about the lion opening his mouth and preparing to raise the price and pay back the money.
Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Zhao Xian nodded directly and said, "Uncle, this price is quite fair. I will do it according to uncle's wishes."
Han Du was stunned when he heard this and swallowed. He knew that he had lowered the price without being reminded. So, Han Du shook his head and said, "Maybe you don't understand what I mean. I mean one tael of gold per person."
I thought that making such a request would stump Zhao Xian.
But he didn't expect that Zhao Xian was stunned when he heard this. He looked at Han Du inexplicably and said, "Of course it's gold. Does your uncle look down on the people?"
After hearing this, Han Du was so angry that he almost stamped his feet on the spot. I kept yelling in my heart, I lost money and the price was lowered. But the matter has come to this, even with Han Du's face, he can't change his words.
His heart was obviously bleeding with heartache, but he still had a look of satisfaction on his face.
The reason why Han Du asked for one tael of silver per person was because he didn't know the market price of the slave trade. In Daming, you can’t see it
Slave trade. Only in places like Luzon could slaves be bought and sold.
Although the Ming Dynasty has low-ranking people like Le Ji, no matter how low-ranking they are, they are still the people of the Ming Dynasty, not slaves. Therefore, I had never seen human trafficking in Handu, Ming Dynasty. I naturally turned a blind eye to this and had no idea what the situation was.
As soon as I say it now, I will suffer the loss of being dumb.
"Okay, then you can offer one hundred thousand taels of gold to buy all these natives." Han Du just wanted to be out of sight and out of mind, and was too lazy to talk to Zhao Xian anymore.
But Han Du didn't want to talk to Zhao Xian, but Zhao Xian was very interested in the Ming Navy's waist sword.
"Uncle, don't blame me. Common people have no choice but to disturb me."
"Say something quickly." Han Du was a little impatient.
Zhao Xian stopped beating around the bush and said straight to the point: "If my uncle hadn't come to the rescue in time this time, Cao Min and others would have been buried in the sea. Therefore, Cao Min and others also want to have some ability to protect themselves. Cao Min sees the water. The waist knives of the division officers and soldiers look like they are made of fine steel, I wonder if I can sell some to the common people?"
Want to buy a knife? How can this be.
"This is ordnance..." Han Du shook his head, with a look of rejection on his face.
"Twelve a dozen, what do you think, uncle?" Zhao Xian's understatement fixed the look of rejection on Han Du's face, and then quickly dissipated completely.
"Is it also gold?" Han Du swallowed and asked quickly.
"Of course." Zhao Xian smiled and nodded.
Han Du looked at Zhao Xian and scolded the rich man in his heart for his attitude of treating money as dirt. "Damn it, Uncle Ben really wants to be so generous."
"In that case...Mr. Zhao, please wait for a moment." Han Du pondered for a moment. The waist knife is of little use to the current naval officers. Battles at sea mainly rely on cannons to destroy enemy ships from a distance. Even in close combat, there is still a revolver. The revolver is much better than the waist knife in terms of lethality and sharpness. The waist knife can only come in handy when chasing down natives who only have scimitars in their hands, but how many cases can this happen?
