"Akun, go take a look."
Although Grandma Wen's expression changed, her posture and tone were still calm when she was giving instructions to her granddaughter.
Ah Kun called a guard and walked quickly to the back of the house.
It was obviously the man's wailing, and it sounded intermittently.
Grandma Wen turned slightly sideways, lowered her eyes and listened.
After leaning a little, the place seemed to have calmed down, and then she sighed to the guests who were looking at each other at the stone table, and said slowly: "It's my grandson A Peng. A few years ago, he just turned fifteen and was able to communicate with the villagers. Went out to sea to fish. Unexpectedly, they were kidnapped by those people with tall noses and sunken eyes soon. I thought I would never see Apeng again, but fortunately, with the blessing of the Pot God, he came back, and I realized that he He was captured and taken to Malacca Island to mine."
Malacca is Malacca.
During the reign of Emperor Yongle of the Ming Empire, Zheng He sailed to the Western Ocean and led his fleet to Manraka. With the permission of the local Sultan, he established an ocean-going supply station for the Ming Dynasty fleet in Manga. From then on, Manchuria and the Ming Empire established close relations in both diplomacy and private trade.
Liu Shimin, who came from the imperial court, and Yan Siqi, who was familiar with sea trade, were naturally no strangers to Manlajia.
Zheng Haizhu is even more sensitive to this name.
Malacca is located at the junction of the Indian Ocean and the South China Sea, blocking the trade route from Europe to East Asia via the Indian Ocean. At the beginning, Zheng He relied on the strong national power of the Ming Empire to wipe out all pirate forces near Malacca, and even stationed troops at the port of Malacca for a time. It is by no means a colonial invasion, but to protect the commercial order of this international seaport.
At that time, the Ming Empire should take advantage of such a good situation and take the initiative to establish a maritime trade order from Guangdong to Champa, Siam, and then to the Malacca Islands.
However, after Yongle, apart from accepting routine tributes from Southeast Asian countries, the Ming Empire had no interest in participating in maritime trade along the Indian Ocean as a country and had no achievements.
Finally, a hundred years later, the Portuguese occupied Malacca.
The colonists who came from the west not only robbed the rich resources of the Nanyang Islands, not only levied heavy taxes on the shipping fleet, including the Ming Dynasty maritime merchants, but also oppressed and even massacred Chinese merchants who had long come to Malacca to do business.
Come and try it quickly. 】
At this moment, Zheng Haizhu saw that Grandma Wen had no intention of tabooing the suffering, so she asked inquiringly: "Apeng was screaming like this, was he injured or frightened?"
"It's all. When he came home, there was nothing good about him, and he often banged his head against his head, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit. Thinking about it today, he had another attack. My daughter and son-in-law passed away early, and A Peng has been his father since he was a child. My sister raised her, and Akun can just go and comfort her."
Yan Siqi said with an angry look on his face: "Grandma, the bandits with high noses and sunken eyes you are talking about, we Ming people call them Frankies. Among us maritime merchants, we have long heard that they abducted people in Macau to work as coolies on the Nanyang Islands. , mining, growing sugar cane, building roads and ships, but I didn’t expect that they would extend their claws here and directly rob Dingkou.”
Just as he was talking about this, Wen Akun came back with a young woman of similar age.
The woman was slim and slim, but her belly had swelled so high that she was obviously pregnant.
When they got closer, the three foreigners saw clearly that although the woman also had black hair, the outline of her facial features did not look like that of a Han or a Siraya.
Zheng Haizhu felt at a glance that it was a face of mixed yellow and white race.
Sure enough, as soon as the woman started chatting a few words with Grandma Wen, Yan Siqi, who had lived in Japan for many years and knew Portuguese, asked her questions in Portuguese with an expression of surprise.
The woman was stunned and looked at Yan Siqi, not knowing how to respond.
Grandma Wen clasped her hands and said happily: "It turns out that Mr. Lang can speak her hometown dialect."
Yan Siqi said with some embarrassment: "Well, what she said was Frankie."
Grandma Wen nodded understandingly: "Yes, I know. My grandson told me as soon as she came back that she was born from the Manchurian and the Frankie people you mentioned, and she worked as a maid for the mine owner's family. She fell in love with Apeng and followed him. The two children escaped from the mine, hid in a merchant ship and escaped from Manlacca. If this girl hadn't learned Frankie's language and asked about the ship coming to Ben Port, what would happen to Apeng? Can you come back?"
Bengang is the port on the north side of Taiwan Island. At this time, ships from various countries have indeed docked, replenishing the water and trading goods.
"She is a brave and kind-hearted good child. It doesn't matter what Frankie said." Grandma Wen patted the back of the mixed-race woman's hand, asked her to sit down, pointed to Yan Siqi and said: "Child, you and this Sir, please tell me, grandma doesn’t understand you yet.”
The woman wiped her tears and glanced at Yan Siqi, but she felt a little embarrassed.
Yan Siqi asked her a few questions about Apeng's experience in Manlajia. He heard the pain was as painful as coptis, and felt quite sad. He didn't want to translate it to Grandma Wen, so he just sighed heavily and said, "Fortunately, Apeng It’s time to go home.”
Then he said to the woman in Portuguese: "Your husband's home is also your home. Look how much his family likes you."
The woman nodded frequently and took the initiative to pour tea for the guests.
In front of the simple stone table, amid the fragrant aroma of wild tea, Chinese, Portuguese, and Siraya dialects alternately sounded, and for a moment I didn't feel strange and alienated.
After taking a sip of tea, Grandma Wen said to Liu Shimin: "Mr. Lang, is your ship passing by here to return to the Ming Dynasty, or is it going to Bengang for business?"
Liu Shimin looked meaningfully at Zheng Haizhu and then at Yan Siqi.
Grandma Wen's eyes were bright and she immediately said, "Oh, if there's anything I shouldn't say, I won't ask. People from the motherland are destined to meet each other. You can rest in the village for a few days. If you want to repair the boat, the village will Our sons and daughters can also lend a helping hand.”
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At night, Zheng Haizhu was arranged to live with Wen Akun.
This young indigenous woman, whether giving orders to the villagers or socializing with foreign guests during the day, behaves majestically or calmly, quite like a grandmother. She is obviously ready to take over as the next female chief of the tribe.
But after returning to his hut, Ah Kun finally regained some of the relaxed demeanor of his little daughter. In addition, he felt that Zheng Haizhu was friendly and kind, so he smiled and led her to a simple wooden frame to watch his babies.
First, a quaint wooden box was opened, and a few wisps of herbal scent immediately came out.
But it's not a medicine box, but a book box.
Akun took out the books inside and spread them on the lid of the box.
Zheng Haizhu took a closer look under the faint animal oil light and couldn't help but feel excited.
Those books are the "Four Books" of Confucian classics and a copy of "Zhuangzi" annotated by Jin people. They must have been brought by Wen, a remnant of the Song Dynasty who came across the sea.
Although the books have traces of wear and tear from being read over the years, the overall condition is still intact, which shows how carefully generations of owners have preserved them.
Seeing the surprise in Zheng Haizhu's eyes, Ah Kun shrank his hands and dared not move, so he took the initiative to open "Zhuangzi", pointed to the word "Kun" in "Xiaoyaoyou" and said: "Grandma, give me a name. , big fish.”
Then he handed the book over.
Zheng Haizhu quickly moved the animal oil lamp further away, then held the book in awe, sat on the dirt floor in the room, and carefully placed the book on his knees.
The calligraphy is large and pleasing to the eye, and the lines are clear and broad. It is more like a calligraphy work than the plain-engraved books that can be seen everywhere nowadays, but the page design has a solitary atmosphere. It must be a Song Dynasty engraving.
Even the Ming Empire in this world has one or two golden pages of the Song Dynasty edition.
But these few books in front of me are not limited to the word "valuable".
Dynasties change, and the country changes hands, but the inheritance of civilization cannot be interrupted.
Even if the sea is turbulent, it cannot be separated or cut off.
Zheng Haizhu gently stroked the hard ridge of the book, feeling confused and sighing for a while.
A modern man sitting on an island in the Ming Dynasty would shed tears because of this book from the Song Dynasty.
She quickly wiped her eyes with her sleeves, changed her expression to look thoughtful, pointed at the "Peng" in "Xiaoyaoyou", and asked Akun: "Brother?"
Ah Kun nodded happily, came over and stared at it for a while, pointed at the word "cloud", and crossed his hands to make a ball hug on his abdomen.
Zheng Haizhu understood instantly that this aunt wanted to give her future nephew or niece a Han family name.
Seeing Zheng Haizhu smiling and agreeing, Ah Kun became even more interested. He stood up and took down a jar from the top of the wooden shelf.
Zheng Haizhu took it and saw that it was a gray tin can with a smooth appearance and a full shape. The lid that came with it was actually carved with a picture of a sea ship like a bamboo leaf.
Akun's eyes were sparkling, whether it was reflected by the light or slightly filled with tears.
She patted the jar and said word by word: "Apeng, come back."
As he spoke, he made a worshiping gesture towards the tin can again.
Zheng Haizhu understood that his brother brought it back from Malacca to his sister.
During the day, Grandma Wen said that the Siraya people believe that the gods who protect all living beings live in pots, so the tribesmen will feel very auspicious when they see pot-shaped objects. This is why when Zheng Haizhu presented the Dehua white porcelain teapot, the warrior in the tribe immediately eliminated most of the hostility.
Similarly, Ah Peng, who has a deep love for brother and sister, did not forget to take this exquisite tin pot with him when he escaped from Malacca.
Zheng Haizhu stroked the tin pot, thoughtfully.
There is no system provided by the author for modern time travellers, who come to this parallel time and space to wander around. Most of the time, they can only try to recall the knowledge accumulated in previous lives like a chicken blood.
In the late Ming Dynasty, when all the people had not yet opened their eyes to the world, the illiteracy rate was still very high, and the transmission of information was not smooth, any businessman who could understand the world pattern after the great geographical discovery and the situation of foreign countries in the next ten or twenty years could The military strength and commercial needs of China can be regarded as gold-plated for the time being.
Zheng Haizhu then said softly to A Kun: "Tomorrow, show me your wild tea, okay?"
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