The wind blows from the South Sea

Chapter 4 A large number of adults (The new book has been signed, please vote for me, please recommend.)
  In a fishing village not far from Surabaya Pier, there is a small square paved with stone slabs. There are several dimly lit wind lanterns hanging around it, and the light is dim and erratic.

in small square
  Bamboo baskets filled with catches are stacked several high, and the caught sea fish are spread out everywhere in the square. Many fishermen squat among the fish to sort and pack them into baskets according to size and variety.

On this side of the square, more than twenty fishermen were busy waving their knives, scraping off the fish scales, breaking open the fish's belly to remove the internal organs, and then propped it up with a small wooden stick and threw it into a bamboo basket.

Later, someone will carry the bamboo basket away and send the salted fish to be pickled and dried in the sun.

The small square included the entire fishing village, and there was a strong fishy smell from a distance that made people feel sick. These fishermen, men and women, were working hard together, but no one felt anything strange.

"It stinks to shame his mother."

Feng Guohui suppressed his nausea and frowned as he walked to the crowd on the side of the square where the fish were being killed. The two dozen men were skillfully killing and disemboweling the fish while actively greeting them.

"Brother Feng, I'm done with the work at hand. Please wait a moment."

"Feng Tuanzuo, you are blessed."

"Master Commander, you are finally willing to show your face. We thought you had forgotten all about your brothers and were just enjoying yourself."

"Lin Laowu, keep your mouth shut if you don't know how to speak. You are a fool who only has meat but no brains. Brother Feng, don't be angry. He is such a good guy."

"It's okay, brothers have no taboos in what they say, Lin Ada, I won't take it seriously." Feng Guohui said this, walked over casually, and suddenly slapped a big and strong man like Lin Laowu. Staggering, he opened his mouth to reprimand;

"I'm going to attack your mother. What's the skill of the street servant?"

What do I want you to do to arrange it?

If I hadn't brought you bastards out of the mainland, the grass on the graves would have grown over ten feet high. You are such ungrateful bastards. "

Saying that he was not relieved, he went up and kicked Lin Laowu, a strong man, to the ground. He followed up and kicked him a few more times.

The two dozen strong men who were busy were scared into silence, pretending not to notice and immersed themselves in what they were doing.

Lin Ah, who was standing aside, was about thirty years old, with a rough beard. He was a short, middle-aged man. He looked a little ugly when he saw his fifth brother being beaten and huddled on the ground with his head in his hands.

He wanted to say something, opened his mouth and then closed it.

Feng Guohui kicked his legs twice more, then turned around and walked over to Lin Ada. He pointed his finger at his chest and stabbed Lin Ada hard several times, pushing Lin Ada's strong body back a few steps.

Then he said arrogantly;
  "Brother Feng, right?

It's only been half a month, but the young master has stopped shouting and the commanding officer has disappeared. He has become Brother Feng.

What's going on, should I call him Brother Lin?

I don’t know that so-called dog things cannot be put on the stage.

Lin Ada, please remember it clearly. The lives of you bastards are all rewarded by me. I can take them back at any time when I want them.

If you have any other little thoughts, I will cut you into pieces in minutes and throw you into the sea to feed the bastards.

Did you hear that clearly? "

"I heard clearly, Commander, it's the little ones who deserve to die. Your Excellency, please treat us like a fart and let us be spared this time." Lin Ada bowed down with a humble expression and slapped him with his hands.

"Stop calling them random names. We are no longer in the military camp of the Shenzhou Continent, nor are we in the Kingdom of Heaven. From now on, we will all call them Master Feng." Feng Guohui waved his hand in disgust and said.

To deal with these uncultured soldiers and ruffians, it is useless to talk softly and reason with them. They must be suppressed with vigorous and resolute means so that they cannot even think of resisting.

Don't talk about anything as brothers, it will only mess up the hierarchy.

Of course

If you want to maintain your prestige among the people under your command, you still have to find a suitable job so that you can win over people.

Otherwise, if they are scattered everywhere, people’s hearts will be scattered over time.

After some beating, the effect was very good. Feng Guohui walked aside with satisfaction and said, "Zheng Xiucai, please gather the brothers together after you finish the work at hand. I have something to say."

"I understand, Mr. Feng, I'll do it as soon as I finish killing these fish."

"Well, how many brothers are there in the fishing village now?"

"Going back to the master, there are still 31 brothers. There is not so much work in the fishing village. Seven brothers went to the dock to carry bags, and 7 brothers went to the plantation to help collect cinnamon. Hu Laohu and the three of them went to catch the big fish. It's time to get out." Zheng Xiucai was very skillful in killing fish, his hands and feet were constantly busy, and he didn't waste time talking. He said again as if he suddenly thought of something;

"By the way, Mr. Feng, our man Ma Ganqiang, who can read and write, applied for a job as a patrol officer. The brothers pooled some money together. Unexpectedly, the patrol room was short of people, so they actually filled it."

"Oh, this is a good thing." Feng Guohui was happy when he heard this. He walked to the woods far away from the fishing ground, took off the bag on his left shoulder and placed it at his feet. He found a stone and sat down to wait.

When he came, the work in the fishing village here had come to an end and would be completed soon.

There is no need to pickle some palm-sized fish and shrimps. They are sold in the market for just a few copper coins. Most poor people in Surabaya City like to buy these cheap seafood.

The fresh catch can be sold in the market tomorrow morning. Depending on the species, the price is much higher. It is also the main fresh dish on the tables of local residents in Surabaya.

The remaining mackerel, red fish, hairtail and the like need to be made into salted fish. This is a common practice in seaside fishing villages in the world today. After drying, the salted fish is easy to preserve and can be sold to towns in the hinterland.

Due to the hot weather, the fresh seafood caught by fishing boats must be processed on the same day, otherwise it will become smelly the next day.

Fortunately, hundreds of men and women in the entire fishing village worked together to sort, kill, pickle, and put the fish into baskets. The process was done very quickly, and it was almost done soon after dark.

After the Tianjing Incident

Tens of thousands of the subordinates and family members of the Eastern King Yang Xiuqing were brutally massacred. More than 400 people from the Dafeng Camp of the Northern Puppet Army stationed at Taihu Lake in Suzhou Prefecture were not killed immediately because of their remote location.

Dafeng camp was originally a camp for guarding grain and grass supplies. There were more than 20 small wooden boats in the camp.

Feng Guohui's original body also had a good head. When faced with a desperate situation, he neither wanted to surrender to the Qing Yao, but was also disliked by all the Long-haired Army. He always thought of "death" wherever he went.

The world is so big that there is no place for it.

He simply did nothing and dismissed other subordinates. He only led more than 20 people under his command, loaded more than ships with valuable cloth, soybeans, grain and other items from the baggage camp, and set sail for Shanghai.

There, Feng Guohui sold all the supplies on the ship to foreign merchants in exchange for 120 shipping tickets, and took everyone to Nanyang to seek a way out.

Some tribesmen who had difficulty leaving their homeland could only leave some money with them, bid farewell with tears in Shanghai, and went their separate ways.

A total of 113 people risked their lives to sail to Southeast Asia. Due to the harsh environment on the ship, more than 28 people died of illness in the rough waves along the way, and people stayed in Manila during the journey.

Most of these people are physically weak and suffer from severe dizziness and vomiting. They are unable to continue their sea journey and can only be left in Manila to fend for themselves.

There were 55 people who finally arrived at the Surabaya Port. After arriving, many of them had not had rice for several days and were carried off the boat by the brothers. Wu Zhengxian, the weakest Cangcao official at that time, could only breathe out but not in. Although he urgently sought treatment from his husband, he still passed away.

Before he died, Wu Zhengxian trembled and knelt down on the ground, facing the north and shouting with all his strength: "Zhengxian is unfilial. I will not be able to be filial to my parents in life, and I will not be able to be buried in my homeland after death. I will not accept it!"

After shouting this sentence with all his strength, he was exhausted.

Thought of here
  Feng Guohui let out a long sigh. The useful ones will die and the others will be scattered. However, those savage men with muddy heads can live long and can withstand the baptism of violent winds and waves, just like Lin Ada and Lin Laowu. Consolidate goods.

Leaving his mother alone is nothing to worry about.

In Feng Guohui's hands, only Zheng Xiucai, Ma Ganqiang, and Hu Laohuo could read and write, as well as Shi Chang Lin Ada, Wu Siwen, He Qiang, Mai Laowang, Chen Yong, and Wang Erzhu. The manpower is still relatively lively.

The others are all illiterate soldiers and ruffians. They will definitely not be merciful in killing people. If they want to plot something, it will be too difficult for them.

It didn't take long
  The work in the fishing village has come to an end. In the night, there are shouts one after another, calling children and daughters to go home. From time to time, people look over with wary and fearful eyes.

Fortunately, no unsightly people came to disturb him. Feng Guohui was already surrounded by a dozen strong men, and others were coming one after another.

Under the dim light, Feng Guohui threw the big cloth bag in his hand to Zheng Xiucai and said, "See if you like what I brought to you? Share it with everyone."

"Wow, cloth shoes, these are good things." Zheng Xiucai opened the cloth bag and saw that it was filled with dozens of pairs of espadrilles. He looked surprised and happy, and said quickly, "I would like to thank Master Feng for the reward on behalf of everyone."

"Thank you Master Feng for the reward. I'm so grateful."

"Master Feng is mighty. I'm here to thank you for your reward."

"Thank you Master Feng for the reward. I have wanted a pair of cloth shoes for a long time, hahaha... I finally got them today."

"Thank you Master Feng for the reward."

Everyone thanked her with all their thanks, and soon divided up most of the cloth shoes in the bag, and everyone was smiling from ear to ear.

Feng Guohui waved everyone to sit down and said;

"Everyone, sit down. I worry about you all day and night. I owed you a debt in my last life. I have to pay it back in this life."

Are everyone here? "

"We're all here, Mr. Feng. We'll send someone to notify the other guys in the evening. We don't dare to delay your business." Zheng Xiucai replied with a wink.

Feng Guohui raised his foot and kicked Lin Ada beside him, and cursed;
  "Did you hear that?
  I worked so hard to pull you bastards out of the Jedi. I am your benefactor. You all owe me your life.

No matter at any time, please remember your superiority and inferiority clearly to me. Don't scream indiscriminately, or I will slap you in the face. "

"After hearing this, Mr. Feng, I don't dare to give in to another timid person." Lin Ada smiled flatteringly, touched her butt and sat over again, saying, "If I don't have a long memory, you can chop me up with a knife." Feed the dogs, you sir are generous, don’t be as knowledgeable as us rough guys.”

"Hmph..." Feng Guohui snorted, then turned his head and said to everyone;

"It's true that I owed you everything in my previous life. I've been thinking a lot these days about finding a good career.

Who are we?

After all, we can be regarded as the old Kingdom of Heaven under the command of King Dong. We cannot do those immoral things such as selling opium, setting up gambling stalls, and tricking people into selling their children and daughters. We must retain our dignity no matter what.

We people are good at killing people and selling goods, but it is unrealistic to expect to dig for food from the soil, catch and sell fish to make a living and support our families. We can do it in a month or two, but as time goes by, we will definitely get tired of it.

Don't laugh... I mean it. "

Seeing everyone burst into laughter, Feng Guohui also laughed, and then pressed down with his hands to stop everyone's excitement.

These killers made their fortunes by revolting, and they traveled around and experienced a lot. If they want to go back to being honest farmers or fishermen, it is very unrealistic to live those hard lives.

I'm so wild, how can I take it back?
  When it was quiet, Feng Guohui continued;
  "Just thinking about this meal plan gives me a headache.

It is not an easy task to bring all our 53 clerks to have enough to eat, to marry a wife in the future, and to live happily on this land.

Judging from what I’ve learned in the past half month,
  There are indeed many mines nearby, but the ones that can be opened are only a few like Qiao Laoer. They not only need strong capital, but also have strong connections with the red ghost guy.

We can't do this yet.

As for the land, most of it is in the hands of white people and local indigenous nobles. If you want to run a plantation, you can't do it in 10 years or even 8 years, and you have to be exploited at all levels.

There are so many of us, how big of a plantation do we need so that we can have enough food, marry wives, and live a good life?
  Spices are more expensive than gold in Europe, but they cannot be sold at a high price here. The spice trade is completely monopolized by the white Dutch, and others are strictly prohibited from intervening.

In this case, only by finding another way can we find a way out for our brothers. "

"Master Feng, tell me, what should we do? Brothers have no other abilities. This life is sold to you, so what do you say?" Wu Siwen shouted loudly.

His words resonated with everyone, and they all emotionally expressed their intention to follow Feng Guohui all the way to the dark side.

"Well, Blind Wu is quite discerning and knows that there is a future in following me." Feng Guohui nodded appreciatively.

This Wu Siwen has some kind of magical power in the military camp. He often tells people's fortunes when he has nothing to do. It is said that he is the true inheritance of Mai Yi's fortune-telling.

I won’t say whether it’s true or not, but I got the nickname “Blind Wu” anyway.

There's nothing wrong with a blind man telling fortunes.

"So I thought about it and went to Surabaya City to get a general understanding of the situation. I worked hard for more than half a month. I felt that there was a job worth doing and it had a bright future." Feng Guohui smiled and expressed his plans. , but he didn’t explain it clearly and deliberately let it slip.

This made everyone feel itchy, and they were anxious to ask questions.

Feng Guohui's face straightened up at this time, and he said to Lin Laowu: "I am a popular drinker in the city, and I have long forgotten about you brothers. Let me think about who said this?"

Wow, are you waiting here?
  Not to mention being short-sighted, everyone thought he had forgotten about Lin Laowu, but who knew that Feng Guohui hadn't turned the page yet!
  What else is there to say?
  Everyone immediately kicked Lin Laowu to the ground and beat him hard, making the tall and strong man cry for his father and almost knocking his shit out.

I offended Mr. Feng by calling you a bitch, now you deserve retribution, right?

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