Beijing, Xiyuan.
Zheng Zhilong's brother Zheng Zhihu, the Royal Navy Admiral Hans Putsmann, and the boss of the Dutch East India Company Anthony Van Diemen, as well as a handsome boy of twelve or thirteen years old, are waiting for introduction.
They had just arrived in Beijing the day before. As soon as they settled down, eunuchs came to announce that they should go to Xiyuan to see the emperor on the tenth day of April in the ninth year of Chongzhen.
Among the four, only Hans Putsman, the great Ming dynasty, had seen the wealth of the Tian family in Xiyuan. The other three had actually entered the palace for the first time. Under the guidance of the guards, after entering the Xi'an Gate, they all felt a little dazzled by the grandeur and magnificence in front of them. They just looked around and passed through several portals before they came to a place with dizziness. Located in front of the large house next to Taiye Pond. At the entrance of the house, four hooded beauties holding scimitars were guarding there. There were several imperial guards wearing flying fish uniforms at the door, but they didn't even look at the four Mongolian women.
The person who introduced Zheng Zhihu, Van Diemen, Putsmann and the young man was a serviceable young nobleman. He was wearing a python robe, carrying a sword at his waist, and the corner of his mouth was curled up, looking indescribably arrogant. Seeing these four Mongolian women guarding the door, they immediately smiled like a flower. They stepped forward and said with a smile: "Sisters! Lord Pu, Governor Fan, and Deputy General Zheng passed down by Long Live Lord, as well as those of Admiral Zheng of Shanghai." Young Master, my brothers have been brought here. Are the sisters a little tired..."
These four masked women are all from the Golden Family, their fathers are all leaders of various Mongolian tribes, and they are all young and beautiful widows... Even though they are just the female bodyguards of the noble concubine now, what will they be in the future? It’s really hard to say.
Zheng Zhihu had already prepared the door bag and before sending it up, one of the Mongolian women had already turned around and entered the house to inform them.
The young nobleman turned around and smiled at Zheng Zhihu, "None of the Mongolian women here in Jiale Hall know such bad rules."
Zheng Zhihu had no choice but to put away the door bag and continue to stand there waiting. He didn't wait too long before the Mongolian woman came back and said in stiff Chinese: "The Great Khan has announced that you are here to see me, so come as you please!"
"Profusely sweating?" Zheng Zhihu was stunned again. Did he come to the wrong place? Why are you sweating profusely? What dynasty is it now?
The noble man explained: "Our Long Live Lord also serves as the Great Khan of Mongolia, so these Mongolian women call him Great Khan."
Oh, fortunately, it’s still in the Ming Dynasty.
Zheng Zhihu breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the Jiale Hall together with Hans Putsmann, Anthony Van Diemen, and Zheng Sen.
However, the place where Zhu Youjian summoned Zheng Zhihu and others was not in Jiale Hall, but in the inner teaching field to the north of Jiale Hall.
The inner training ground was a place for the emperor and princes to ride horses and shoot arrows. When Zhu Youjian's Mongolians settled in Xiyuan, they would continue to ride and shoot there.
When Zheng Zhihu and others arrived, Zhu Youjian had just finished exercising and got off a Persian war horse. In the racecourse, there were several hooded women galloping on their horses, and they were lined up in a row, each holding a spear, forming a wall-like charge formation.
"My ministers Zheng Zhihu, Zheng Sen, and Putsman, and the foreign envoy Dimen, respectfully greet you."
The four of them bowed together. Zhu Youjian smiled and said: "I bow and be safe."
Because Zhu Youjian was now in the school grounds and standing himself, he didn't give anyone a seat. He watched the four people straighten up, and then recognized Nizi's "elder brother" Zheng Sen and Zheng Damu at a glance.
"Damu," Zhu Youjian smiled and talked to Zheng Sen first, "How old are you this year? Have you learned how to bow and horse? How many years have you studied?"
Zheng Sen seemed a little embarrassed, and replied timidly: "Report to the Lord, my dear minister (Zheng Zhilong was also made a count by Zhu Youjian because of the great victory in Luzon, so Zheng Sen is the heir apparent). He is 13 years old this year, and he is studying at the age of 6. He started practicing martial arts at the age of 7, and now he is proficient in writing, bowing and horsemanship."
"Okay," Zhu Youjian nodded, "then I will rest in Beijing for a few months, then strengthen my bow and horse, and learn some Latin when I have time. After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month next year, I will join the Youth Guards, and Let the emperor’s nephew be a classmate.”
It turned out that Zheng Sen came to accompany his great-nephew to serve in the army and study - Zhu Cixiang was really busy! Not only do I have to learn business, but I also have to learn military and cultural studies, so I basically have no time to play.
After arranging a "big brother" for Zhu Cihong, Zhu Youjian talked about business with Zheng Zhihu, Putsman, Dimen and others.
"Long live the Lord," Zheng Zhihu first took out a memorial and handed it to Zhu Youjian, "This is what we gained in Luzon Island...except for the three Spanish Galen ships, other floating wealth, They have all been replaced by rice, with a total of 2 million stones, which will be shipped to the country one after another, and the freight has been offset by the loot."
"Okay!" Zhu Youjian smiled and nodded. Sure enough, it's better to grab money!
Zheng Zhihu continued: "In addition, the population and land on Luzon Island have also been calculated. Excluding the part allocated to the United East India Company, our Ming Dynasty can still get more than 60,000 households and more than 200,000 people, which have been cultivated There are no less than 2 million acres of fertile farmland.”
"Is there such a large population?" Zhu Youjian was startled. This number was obviously much higher than expected!
"Long live my Lord," Zheng Zhihu said, "most of these people are indigenous people, and there are only about 60,000 Han people."
In fact, there are more than 60,000 Chinese on Luzon Island, but a considerable part of them live in Cavite controlled by the Dutch.
"That's a lot!" Zhu Youjian laughed, "This number is equivalent to 20,000 to 30,000 households immigrating from the Central Plains, right?"
"That's true," Zheng Zhihu said, "Those immigrants are used to the climate of Luzon Island. If 20,000 to 30,000 new households were moved from Daming, not necessarily 60,000 people would survive."
"That's right!" Zhu Youjian laughed, "And the natives on the island also know the power of the Ming Dynasty, right?"
"I understand," Zheng Zhihu said, "I will never dare to rebel."
"Then I'll go back and move tens of thousands more people over," Zhu Youjian thought thoughtfully. "First, let's gather the number of Han people in Luzon to 100,000... This will be enough to support a big country."
Zhu Youjian suffered a lot of losses in Luzon in his previous life, but the situation in Luzon in this life is obviously much better. Because Luzon was stolen by the Ming army, the Chinese did not withdraw. And the natives were afraid of being killed by the Yamada Party, and they did not dare to rebel again within ten years. Ten years later, the Han people on Luzon Island should be the largest ethnic group.
"Long live my Lord," Putsman also took out a memorial, "This is my memorial."
Zhu Youjian took the memorial, opened it and saw that it was written in Latin. The content was to propose war against Champa and to prepare for intervention in the Siamese usurpation incident.
"We can give Champa a try..." Zhu Youjian thought, "Siam cannot be touched for the time being."
Champa is a small country and can be defeated quickly. And Siam is a big country and can easily fall into a long-lasting state. In addition, Siam is a grain-producing country and has rice that Zhu Youjian inherited. If it falls into war, it will obviously be detrimental to the Ming Dynasty's purchase of grain. Finally, Zhu Yougao's plan to attack Burma also required the cooperation of Siam. There was no need to start a war simply for the sake of the internal power struggle between the Yamada Party and Siam.
Zhu Youjian closed the memorial and said with a smile: "The imperial navy is still responsible for the attack on Champa. I will turn around and issue an edict... When Champa is obtained, we will consider the next target in the direction of Nanyang." Bar.
But I still want to discuss with you today the Great Mongolia’s Western Expedition! "
What? Mongol Western Expedition?
Zheng Zhihu, Putsman, and Dimen were all stunned. What does this matter have to do with them?
Zhu Youjian saw the looks of the three people and said with a smile: "Because I can't afford the military expenses, I want to ask the East India Company and the Zheng family to borrow a sum of money... Just two or three million will be enough." .”
Of course, two to three million can be obtained, but... will the Ming Emperor pay back the money?
Zhu Youjian seemed to be able to guess the thoughts of the three people, and said with a smile: "I don't have to pay back this money, because the Indians will pay it back for me."
