Chongzhen's open life

Chapter 302
"Your Majesty, what is the use of those Jurchen captives? Bai Polu asked the doubts in his heart.

Zhu Youjian replied: "Although road construction can create jobs, it is inevitable that some places are dangerous. Let these captives do what is dangerous. Our people in Ming Dynasty only need to do things that are not life-threatening.

Furthermore, to build roads, the materials for road construction need to be mined, especially the cement that I took out, and it is necessary to mine enough lime and other things manually.

I don’t want to let the people of Ming Dynasty do these dangerous jobs. These Jurchen captives can also be done. In this way, the dangerous things are done by these foreigners, and the safe things are done by people from my own country. , is the best of both worlds. "

After listening to Zhu Youjian's explanation, Bai Polu suddenly realized, and he looked at Zhu Youjian with a lot of emotion and admiration.

What a good Majesty!
Your Majesty's love and love for the people of Ming Dynasty can be seen from this.

I, Bai Polu, will definitely protect such a Holy Son of Heaven for the people of the Ming Dynasty, so that more people of the Ming Dynasty can live a happy life under the protection of the Holy Son of Heaven!

Suddenly Zhu Youjian raised his hand and rubbed his chin, thoughtfully said: "By the way, the Huangming Chamber of Commerce opened a coal mine in Shanxi a few days ago, and I heard that they bought a lot of Japanese from Dongying. You work very hard, and you still worship me, Daming?"

Bai Polu looked blankly at the back of His Majesty in front of him. He had never heard of Japanese people in the north, so he didn't understand what His Majesty said just now.

……

Shanxi, an unknown coal mine.

The originally peaceful barren hills are no longer what they used to be. The crowds coming and going make it lively. The entire barren hills have become a bustling construction site. All kinds of ores are being transported out of the dark holes. sent to the next process location.

Countless black sun and moon flags are flying everywhere. This is the flag of the Huangming Chamber of Commerce.

Countless shirtless sweaters on the construction site are sweating and processing the ore that has been shipped out.

A middle-aged man wearing a robe with a black silver border and a silver and white crescent moon pattern embroidered on his chest stood on the top of the barren hill with his hands behind his back. Looking at the busy scene below, he slowly asked: "The ones that were sent a few days ago Is the Japanese slave still honest?"

Behind the middle-aged man, a big man wearing the same uniform but with a yellow five-pointed star pattern on his chest immediately replied: "My lord, they are all very honest. It is strange to say that these Japanese slaves were obviously bought by us as slaves." Yes, but everyone is grateful to us, as if wishing to die for us.

And when feeding them, they all folded their hands together and faced the direction of the capital while shouting to thank the Holy Son of Heaven for the food, while kowtowing desperately, as if it was a great kindness for us to buy them back as slaves. They are all desperate, rushing to go when they encounter danger, more honest and hardworking than the slaves in the subordinate's family!
Hey, these Japanese slaves are simply born slaves, sir, why don't we buy some more? "

The middle-aged man nodded slightly after listening to the big man's words, and then said: "No hurry, these Japanese slaves are just used now, maybe their current appearance is just a disguise, looking for a chance to escape.

In this way, you inform, the patrol team should pay close attention these days, don't let these Japanese slaves make trouble, and when it is confirmed that they are really honest, the steward will naturally apply to the above to buy more Japanese slaves. "

"Yes, the subordinate understands, and I will order it later."

"Well, okay, let's go to work."

"Subordinates retire."

……

"Ichiro, dinner is ready, come and eat!"

"Ah? Dinner is ready, wait for me, I'll be here right away!"

In the deep mine shaft, a short, gray-faced man looked up with surprise on his face.

His name is Ming Inu Ichiro, and he was originally an ordinary farmer in Nagasaki Port, but he has no land, that's right!

Although he is a farmer, he has no land. He originally had it, but was snatched away by those samurai adults with swords. The reason is that the samurai adults think he is too ugly, so he is not worthy of owning land!

Oh, what a ridiculous reason, but as the lowest level in Japan, he has no ability to resist. He can only watch helplessly as the unknown samurai sells his family's land to some blond foreign devils. Which foreign devils wanted to build a lotus house on his property, he couldn't remember exactly what it was.

But since then he has lost the land on which he lived, and has become a landless refugee who lives by working as a porter in Nagasaki Port. Eat half full.

Just two months ago, a fleet of Ming people came to Nagasaki. Their ships had flags with a black background and gold borders embroidered with golden sun and moon patterns. There was quite a stir.

It was finally discovered that this was the fleet of a chamber of commerce in the Ming Dynasty, but they were able to use the sun and moon pattern that symbolizes the Ming Dynasty as a flag, which still shocked and puzzled everyone.

But none of this has anything to do with Ichiro. He continues to do his own work and earns a meager salary by selling his strength. Excluding the money handed over to the Lifu Guild and the management of his workplace, what he has left is only enough for him. Not dead.

However, what happened next exceeded his expectations, and it also made him cross the ocean to come to the Great Tomorrow Dynasty, where gold is everywhere and everyone can eat rice on the other side of the sea!

He had just finished working that day, and he dragged his exhausted body along the quiet country lane, heading back to the only dilapidated thatched cottage he could call home.

Suddenly, the noisy insects around stopped, and strange rustling sounds came from around. The weak Ichiro didn't notice anything wrong and continued to walk forward.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of breaking through the air, and before Ichiro could react, his eyes went dark, and the back of his head was hit hard by a hard object.

He who was already weak suddenly saw stars in his eyes and then passed out.

The salty smell surrounds the tip of the nose. Ichiro, who usually carries goods at the pier, is familiar with this smell. It is the smell in the cabin of a seagoing ship.

It's where he usually works.

Ichiro opened his eyes with difficulty, and in front of his eyes, a large number of unconscious people passed out in this rather spacious cabin.

An old man with a cigarette stick that only those big men in Nagasaki could have in his hand walked over slowly when he saw him wake up, and came in front of him.

The old man squatted down, with a strange expression of unknown meaning on his wrinkled face, looked at Ichiro and said in broken Japanese: "Little devil is awake?"

Ichiro looked at him suspiciously, but his body was still very weak, so he didn't struggle at all, and asked with difficulty: "I... Where am I...?"

The old man grinned and said: "On board the Huangming Chamber of Commerce, I know you must have a lot of questions now, but you don't have to ask anything. You just need to know that from today onwards you are my slave of the Huangming Chamber of Commerce. Gold, silver, and silk porcelain were slaves bought from Japan."

After Ichiro heard this, his mind instantly went blank.

"I... have become a slave!"

(End of this chapter)