Daming Yinghua

"Akun, go and have a look."

Although Grandma Wen's complexion changed, when she commanded her granddaughter, her posture and tone were still calm.

A Kun called a guard and hurried to the back of the house.

It was obviously the wail of the man, and it rang out intermittently.

Grandma Wen turned her side slightly, lowering her eyes to listen.

Tilting slightly, the place seemed to be calm, 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 15 years old, and he was able to go to sea with the villagers. Fishing. Unexpectedly, they were taken away by those people with high noses and sunken eyes. I thought I would never see Ah Peng again, but fortunately, thanks to the God of the Pot, he came back. I didn’t know that he was He was captured and sent to Managa Island to mine.”

Malacca is Malacca.

During the reign of Emperor Yongle of the Ming Empire, Zheng He sailed to the west and led a fleet to Manga. After obtaining the permission of the local sultan, he set up an ocean-going supply station for the Ming fleet in Manga.From then on, Manga and the Ming Empire established a close relationship both in diplomacy and private trade.

Liu Shimin, who came from the court, and Yan Siqi, who is familiar with maritime trade, are naturally no strangers to Manlajia.

Zheng Haizhu is more sensitive to this name.

Malacca is at the junction of the Indian Ocean and the South China Sea, choking the main traffic route from Europe to East Asia via the Indian Ocean.At the beginning, relying on the strong national power of the Ming Empire, Zheng He wiped out all the pirate forces near Malacca, and even stationed troops at the port of Malacca.It is definitely not colonial aggression, but to protect the commercial order of this international seaport.

At that time, the Ming Empire should take advantage of such a good situation to take the initiative to establish a maritime trade order from Canton to Champa, Siam, and then to the Malacca Islands.

However, after Yongle, the Ming Empire had no interest in, and had no achievements in participating in the maritime trade along the Indian Ocean as a state, except for accepting the routine tribute from the Southeast Asian countries.

Finally, 100 years later, the Portuguese occupied Malacca.

The colonists who came from the west not only robbed the rich resources of the Nanyang Islands, but also charged heavy taxes on the fleets, including the Ming Dynasty merchants, and oppressed and even slaughtered the Chinese merchants who had long been doing business in Malacca.

At this moment, Zheng Haizhu saw that Grandma Wen had no intention of abstaining from suffering, so she asked inquiringly, "Ah Peng screamed like this, did he suffer trauma or was he frightened?"

"It's all. When he came home, there was no good place on his body, and he often bumped his head around, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit. Thinking about it today, it happened again. My daughter and son-in-law left early, and Ah Peng was his father since he was a child." If my sister brought it up, Ah Kun will go and appease him."

Yan Siqi revealed an angry look on his face and said, "Grandma, the robbers with high noses and sunken eyes you mentioned, we Ming people call them Frankies. Among us maritime merchants, we have long heard that they kidnapped people in Macau and went to the Nanyang Islands to work as coolies." , mining, planting sugar cane, building roads and building ships, I never thought that they would stretch their claws to this place and directly plunder Dingkou."

Just at this point, Wen Akun came back with a young woman of similar age.

The woman's stature was slender, but her abdomen was swollen and high, obviously pregnant.

When they got closer, the three outsiders could see clearly that although the woman also had black hair, her facial features were neither like Han people nor Siraya people.

Zheng Haizhu felt at a glance that it was a face of mixed race of yellow and white.

Sure enough, as soon as the woman opened her mouth to chat with Grandma Wen, Yan Siqi, who had lived in Japan for many years and knew Portuguese, asked her a question in Portuguese with a surprised expression.

The woman was taken aback, and looked at Yan Siqi in a daze, but didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Grandma Wen put her palms together and said joyfully, "It turns out that your husband can speak her native dialect."

Yan Siqi said with some embarrassment: "Uh, what she said was Frankie's."

Grandma Wen nodded understandingly: "Yes, I know, my grandson told me as soon as she came back that she was born of the Malaca people and the Frankies you mentioned, and she was a maid for the mine owner's family. She fell in love with A Peng and followed him. The two children escaped from the mine and hid in the merchant ship to escape from Malaga. If this girl could not speak Frankie, how would A Peng do when she asked the boat coming to Bengang? Can you come back?"

Bengang is the port on the north side of Taiwan Island. At this time, seagoing ships from various countries are indeed berthing to replenish fresh water and trade goods.

"She is a brave and loving child. It doesn't matter if she speaks Frankie's words." Grandma Wen patted the back of the mixed-race woman's hand, made her sit down, pointed to Yan Siqi and said, "Son, you and this Tell me, sir, grandma still can't understand what you're saying."

The woman wiped her tears and glanced at Yan Siqi, but felt a little embarrassed.

Yan Siqi then asked her a few words about Ah Peng's experience in Manlajia. It sounded like Coptis chinensis. It's home."

Then he said to the woman in Portuguese: "Your husband's home is also your home. Look at his family, how much he likes you."

The woman nodded frequently and poured tea for the guests.

In front of the simple stone table, amidst the rich aroma of wild tea, Chinese, Portuguese, and Siraya dialects rang alternately, and I didn't feel strangely separated for a while.

After taking a sip of tea, Grandma Wen said to Liu Shimin, "Mr. Sir, is your ship passing by here to return to Daming, or is it going to Stupid Port for business?"

Liu Shimin looked meaningfully at Zheng Haizhu, then at Yan Siqi.

Grandma Wen's eyes were bright, and she immediately followed up: "Oh, if there is anything inappropriate to say, I will not ask. People from the old country, it is fate to meet each other. You should spend a few days in the village to cultivate. If you want to repair the boat, the village My sons and daughters can also help."

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At night, Zheng Haizhu was arranged to live with Wen Akun.

This young indigenous woman, whether she was giving orders to the villagers during the day or socializing with foreign guests, her demeanor was either majestic or calm, reminiscent of a grandmother, and she was obviously ready to take over as the next tribal female chief.

But when he returned to his hut, Ah Kun finally recovered a little bit of the relaxed attitude of the little girl in the boudoir, and felt that Zheng Haizhu was kind and friendly, 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 medicine wafted out immediately.

It is not a medicine box, but a book box.

A Kun took out the books inside and spread them on the lid of the box.

Zheng Haizhu took advantage of the faint light of animal oil to look closely, and couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

Those books are the "Four Books" of the Confucian classics, and a copy of "Zhuangzi" annotated by Jin people, which must have been brought by Wen's survivor of the Song Dynasty who came across the sea.

Although the books have been worn and worn over the years, the overall appearance is present, which shows how carefully the owners of several generations have preserved them.

A Kun saw that Zheng Haizhu's eyes were full of surprise, but he shrank his hands and did not dare to move, so he took the initiative to open "Zhuangzi", pointed to the word "Kun" in "A Happy Journey" and said: "Grandma, give me a name. , big fish."

Then handed over the book.

Zheng Haizhu hurriedly moved the animal oil lamp farther away, then held the book in awe, sat on the mud floor in the house, and carefully placed the book on his lap.

The characters are large and pleasing to the eye, and the style is broad and wide. Compared with the Ming engraved books that can be seen everywhere nowadays, it is more like a calligraphy work, but the page design has a lonely air, which should undoubtedly be a Song block edition.

Even the Ming Empire in this world is also a Song block edition with one or two gold pages.

But the few books in front of me are not limited to the word "valuable".

Dynasties have changed, countries have changed hands, but the inheritance of civilization cannot be broken.

No matter how rough the sea is, it can't be separated, it can't be cut off.

Zheng Haizhu gently stroked the hard spine of the book, momentarily bewildered and sometimes emotional.

A modern person sitting on an island in the Ming Dynasty wanted to shed tears because of this book from the Song Dynasty.

She hurriedly wiped her eyes with her sleeve, changed her pondering expression, pointed to the "Peng" in "A Happy Journey", and asked A Kun, "Brother?"

A Kun nodded happily, leaned over and stared at it for a while, pointed to a word "cloud", and crossed his hands in the shape of holding a ball on his abdomen.

Zheng Haizhu instantly understood that this aunt wanted to give her future nephew or niece a Han family name.

Seeing Zheng Haizhu agreeing with a smile, Ah Kun became more interested and got up to take a jar from the top of the wooden shelf.

Zheng Haizhu took it over and saw that it was a gray tin can with a smooth appearance and a full shape. On the matching lid, there was a pattern of a sea boat engraved on it like a withered bamboo.

A Kun's eyes were shining brightly, I don't know if they were reflected by the lights, or they were slightly teary.

She patted the jar and said, "A Peng, come back."

As he spoke, he flushed the tin can and made a gesture of worshiping God.

Zheng Haizhu understood that this was brought back by his brother from Malacca to his sister.

During the day, Grandma Wen said that the people of Siraya believe that the gods who protect the living beings live in pots, so when people see pot-shaped objects, they will feel very auspicious.This is why when Zheng Haizhu sent the Dehua white porcelain teapot, the warrior in the tribe immediately eliminated most of the hostility.

Similarly, Ah Peng, who loves his siblings deeply, did not forget to bring this exquisite tin pot with him when he escaped from Malacca.

Zheng Haizhu rubbed the tin pot thoughtfully.

Modern travelers who do not have a system equipped by the author come to this parallel time and space, most of the time they can only try their best to recall the knowledge accumulated in previous lives like a chicken blood.

However, in the late Ming Dynasty when all the people had not yet opened their eyes to see the world, the illiteracy rate was still high, and information transmission was not smooth, a businessman who could know the world structure after the great geographical discovery and the situation of the countries outside the region in the next ten or twenty years Military strength and commercial needs can be regarded as gold-plated fingers for the time being.

Zheng Haizhu said softly to A Kun: "Tomorrow, show me your wild tea, okay?"