One day passed, although some twists and turns occurred.
At that time, Fang Zheng quickly regained his composure.
Suddenly there is a lot of trouble, now it’s just a matter of procrastination!
After settling down the Chu sisters, he rushed to the prison early the next day.
The four foreigners still had to be interrogated carefully.
In the prison, Lufa has started to stare at the small eyes.
He didn't speak to the four foreigners, he just tried to observe.
When Fang Zheng arrived, he came back to his senses and said hello, and then said: "Master, the language of these four people is very strange. I asked at Honglu Temple yesterday, and no one has ever heard this kind of language."
Fang Zheng nodded: "It doesn't matter, take your time. You try to teach them some simple daily expressions..."
While they were talking, suddenly one of the foreigners got excited and shouted to Fang Zhengyi.
Fang Zheng looked at Lufa: "What did he say?"
Rufa thought carefully for a moment, carefully observed the foreigner's eyes, and guessed: "It seems... that he wants to surrender. If you give me some time, I can guess it correctly."
surrender?
Fang Zheng stared at the leading foreigner and said tentatively: "BOniOUr!"
The foreigners had no reaction.
Not French either... Fang Zheng was disappointed.
It seems that I have a misunderstanding in my thinking. What little foreign language knowledge I had in my previous life can't be applied at all!
"In that case, I'll leave these people to you. Find a place for them to live normally and take good care of them. Don't let them run away."
"After they are settled, let them take a good bath and rub them with alcohol."
"In addition, let them learn to speak human language as soon as possible. Ask them where their hometown is and what they do as soon as possible."
"If you don't have enough money, ask the boss to give it to you."
After that, Fang Zheng turned around and was about to leave, but Rufa quickly called him from behind.
"Master, they can't speak now, and they don't have names. Why don't you give them a number so they can be identified easily."
serial number?
Fang Zheng touched his chin, then nodded at the four foreigners: "Hmm..."
"Da Zhuang, Xiao Shuai, Fo Bo Le, Kalemi. That's it, I'm leaving."
"Fo Bole, Kalemi...what's the weird name?" Looking at Fang Zhengyi's leaving figure, Lufa wondered for a while.
...
"The ship arrived...and four foreigners were captured?" Emperor Jing put down the memorial in his hand, with a little surprise on his face.
"Yes, the ship is built. The Chu family and the local court have contributed a lot, so we can achieve this speed."
"I think the Navy is in training and has a half-year running-in period with the new ships. In just one year at most, our fleet will be able to go to sea and explore the West!"
"The capture of those four foreigners was purely accidental, and they are still unable to communicate with them."
Emperor Jing smiled, stood up and walked to the window, clasping his hands behind his back and sighing: "Wow. Originally, it would take several years for the imperial court to build a ship. Only in wartime could it be so fast. By the way, what about those four foreigners? Didn’t you bring him to see me?”
Of course it was very fast. I had already arranged to build it for several months before you gave the order, Fang Zheng said with one heart.
Then he said: "Your Majesty, it's better not to see them for now... They are not in good health yet. It would be bad if they brought some dirty things from overseas and contracted a strange disease."
"When they can communicate briefly, I will send them to see His Majesty."
Emperor Jing nodded: "Forget it, you can arrange this matter."
"Then I will retire."
"Wait a moment."
Emperor Jing stopped Fang Zhengyi and picked up a few memorials from the table: "This is the battle report from Yishun, as well as the memorial from the prince and me. Have you two discussed it in private?"
"Ah? I don't know, but His Highness did say a few words to me. His Highness said that the current style of play... is difficult to win."
Emperor Jing said: "Ah, this traitor! He has been thinking about fighting all day long, and he actually said that he will lose next time. Go back and tell him, so that he will stop thinking wrongly!"
Fang Zheng nodded in agreement, and then asked curiously: "Your Majesty, is this battle really what His Highness said?"
Emperor Jing nodded first, then shook his head: "The native rebellion will not last long. This battle cannot be won by killing the enemy, otherwise the losses will be too great."
"But that traitor is right. Regardless of victory or defeat, the court's face will be lost this time."
"What do you think about this matter?"
Fang Zheng rolled his eyes and thought about it.
"I have two strategies: to discipline the natives, to turn against them, to surrender, and to retreat without a fight!"
"Oh, there are two other strategies? Tell me about it?" Emperor Jing became interested.
"The best solution is to set the mountain on fire!"
"..." Emperor Jing glanced at him with disdain: "Set fire to the mountains, is this your best plan? If you really want to do this, how will the surrounding small countries treat our great scenery! If you don't show kindness, what prestige will you have? Save? If there is a mountain fire, we can't escape! What nonsense are you talking about? I thought you had some great ideas!"
Fang Zheng twitched the corners of his lips and continued, "Do you have any other ideas?"
This is the best policy, but the worst policy is probably even more unacceptable.
Emperor Jing took a deep breath and said patiently: "Go ahead."
"The next step is to change the situation and return to the current situation."
"Um!?"
As soon as the words "gaituguiliu" came out, Emperor Jing suddenly began to think.
When Fang Zheng saw this, he secretly laughed in his heart. This idea of returning from the old to a new life was not a new thing. He had seen it to death in his previous life.
Therefore, it can only be used as a last resort. There is no pleasure in setting fire to the mountain and eradicating the disaster.
"Elaborate!"
"The power structure of the native people in this place must be extremely simple. The so-called clan chiefs are probably passed down from generation to generation. The imperial court can issue an edict to recognize their status, and then appoint officials to govern, using the barbarians to control the barbarians, and using the native officials to rule the native people."
"The actual power holders of each tribe initially adapted, and then gradually changed to official positions, dividing their power, and finally weakening the local color."
"In this way, local border control can be stabilized. This is my humble opinion. Please correct me."
"Okay! Well said! This is the best choice!" Emperor Jing's eyes showed a sparkle.
This was the first time he had heard of the idea of changing his native land and returning to his hometown.
Nine out of ten of the memorials handed over below discuss the strategy of advancing the army and how to defend against the enemy.
It's not that no one has thought about contextualizing it through political means, but this is the first time that Fang Zhengyi has said it so thoroughly.
It was as if a hazy window paper had been pierced.
Emperor Jing didn't expect that he would get a surprise from his casual question.
He couldn't help but pace and murmured: "This method is very wonderful... but now is not the time. It needs to be suppressed and appeased before further implementation."
"Zhengyi, you can draw up a plan for me and submit it to the cabinet for discussion. This matter requires a detailed plan."
"It's your Majesty, uh... but what if the suppression fails?" Fang Zheng asked.
Emperor Jing stopped and said with a smile: "Failed to suppress? Impossible! The local area has sent nearly 20,000 additional troops, and Yishun still can't suppress them. Then I have raised a bunch of losers."
"You don't have to worry about this anymore, just do your thing."
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