The wind blows from the South Sea

Chapter 5 Find a way out for brothers
  "Okay, okay, if you don't make mistakes, just have a longer memory." Feng Guohui felt that it was almost done, so he interrupted everyone's punches and kicks at Lin Laowu and continued;
  "Quiet, we are going to talk about business now."

After everyone heard this, they stopped "punishing" Lin Laowu, and everyone looked at Feng Guohui expectantly, waiting for him to reveal the answer.

Feng Guohui looked around, then took a deep breath and said, "I have thought about it for a long time and think what we want to do is a mule and horse caravan,"

"Mule and horse caravan?" Everyone was stunned, obviously not expecting Feng Guohui to propose such a plan.

"Yes, it's the mule and horse caravan." Feng Guohui nodded affirmatively, "Think about it, there are many mines around here, but only a few can be opened. Our current strength is far from enough.

Furthermore, it is impossible to run a plantation every ten or eight years, and it will also be exploited at all levels.

But the mule and horse caravan is different. As long as we act carefully, get the goods from the plantation and resell them, we can make a lot of profits! "

After everyone heard this, a glimmer of excitement flashed in their eyes. This plan is indeed very attractive. After all, smuggling is very profitable and there is plenty of oil and water.

There are so many bandits and robbers in Java that the mule and horse caravan must have a strong escort force. This is a prerequisite.

As for the huge risks this brings, ahem, what risk is greater than rebellion? That's a deal that can turn heads in seconds.

After hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

Each of them is a bold master. I feel that this plan is feasible and has a lot of room for development, and the risks are completely ignored.

Who would have to dig through the soil to eat when you can use a knife to eat?

Mai Laowei hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "Master Feng, I'm afraid we don't have enough money to buy mules and horses! Moreover, after the brothers got on the ship, all the guns and knives on their bodies were taken away by the ghost guy. Now even one There’s not even a piece of iron.”

"Since everyone eats with me, I'll take care of this. We don't need many mules, horses or big animals at first. Well, it's just harder for people to carry it on their backs." Feng Guohui has thought about these problems for a long time. What should he do if he doesn't have money?

That would only treat people like animals. Anyway, the unit price of spices is high and the weight is light. Anyway, it will not kill people.

What to do without weapons?
  Of course it was a broadsword or a spear. It didn't cost much to make an iron spear head from a blacksmith shop. It was easy to use and cheap.

In the initial stage, everything is as simple as possible.

Anyway, the bandits blocking the road didn't have any good weapons, not to mention their combat prowess, they were just a bunch of noobs.

Zheng Xiucai raised a question at this time, which attracted everyone's attention: "Master Feng, we can hide these things from the white people, but over time, we can't hide it from the Chinese around us."

"This is indeed a big problem. There is no better way now, but no matter what, we must give it a try and continue this business." Feng Guohui said through gritted teeth.

After arriving in Nanyang, everyone was mostly aware of the local situation.

Although the local Chinese have a high social status, they are not united. Many of them are the ears and ears of the Dutch white people, and they are banana people with yellow skin and white hearts.

The number of Dutch colonists was too small. Most of the time, they had to control the indigenous people through the local Chinese and implement the policy of "ruling the foreigners with the barbarians", including military police, taxation and many other aspects.

The Chinese were second only to whites in the entire East Indies colony and were at the second level, controlling most commercial activities except the spice trade.

Freer, richer, and with a higher social status.

The Chinese leaders in Batavia called it "Kapitan", which means leader and leader in Dutch. It was a title officially awarded by the colonial governor's office.

Generally speaking

Kapitan could manage all social affairs. As a tax collector, Kapitan collected taxes from all walks of life and paid them to the colonial government.

You can set up your own court to decide cases. Generally speaking, Kapitan can decide all kinds of cases that occur in Chinese or indigenous communities, even causing death or injury.

If you have any grievances, report them to the Governor's Palace and the Dutch will ignore them.

In the eyes of these white colonists, the lives and even the demands of ordinary people did not have any weight. As long as they did not trouble the foreigners, it would not matter no matter how many people died.

Therefore, Chinese leaders across the island of Java, including business families, generally have varying numbers of private armed forces under their command. They set up patrol rooms under the parliament and no one will hold them accountable for anything they do that causes resentment.

Interestingly
  The Kapitan Lord appointed by the Dutch only had a title, or was given the authority to manage ordinary people (excluding white people), but he had neither an office location nor funding, nor did he have any medals or official uniforms.

Lord Kapitan in the city of Batavia wore the official uniform of the Qing Dynasty. The trial court was located in his own property. He even provided his own handcuffs and shackles for prison and torture. The yamen were also served by his own servants. In Surabaya City, Mr. Qiao Yunnan Qiao Er is a local tax collector, but he is not even a Kapitan. He only carries the title of official committee member.

The white colonists chose Grandpa Qiao as a tax collector because of his rich family fortune and great influence. His tentacles extended to almost all walks of life in Surabaya City, and he still had a lot of power in his hands.

This includes Anxi Hall and the thugs and servants raised privately, which are enough to influence the local situation.

Feng Guohui and his group want to run a mule and horse caravan. To put it bluntly, they are smuggling spices. They can hide it from the white people, but they can't hide it from the all-pervasive Mr. Qiao who lives in Surabaya City.

This is indeed a big problem that needs to be solved urgently, but we can only put it aside for now.

After Feng Guohui discussed with everyone, he determined a few steps, and everyone spread out to execute them.

He took out five pounds in cash and some scattered silver, and asked Mai Laowen to lead the people into the city. They then went to the blacksmith shop to make some long knives and iron spearheads.

These are all veterans who have been in the military for many years, so there is no difficulty in doing this.

Feng Guohui gave another three pounds in cash to Boss Lin and arranged for him to buy some necessities such as ropes, backpacks, salted fish and food. This amount of money was enough.

One pound can buy 650 pounds of rice locally, or thousands of pounds of salted fish (different types of fish have different prices), or a young or old mule. The purchasing power is quite amazing.

The remaining Zheng Xiucai will bring more than ten people to meet in the city tomorrow, planning to buy mules, horses and other large livestock, and also rent a larger house to use as a stronghold.

The rest of the people can be recruited nearby. The trustworthy Chinese are young and strong, so it is imperative to expand the team.

Feng Guohui patted his chest and assured;

As long as we can recruit strong young Chinese who are willing to follow, five people can be the corps leader, and ten people can be the chief. In any case, he is a small leader.

As for the higher level, he would have to appoint him personally.

After arranging all this, Feng Guohui gave everyone another burst of chicken soup for the soul, making everyone scream in excitement, and then returned to his residence in the city with satisfaction.

For this group of people under his command, all the promises made are empty. Only having enough food and being able to marry a woman is the most realistic thing, which is enough to make them excited for a long time.

It's a pity that these guys have been working in a small fishing village since they landed. They have been doing nothing but salted fish every day, their faces are turning green, and they haven't earned a lot of money.

Although Liangyuan is good, it is not my hometown.

There are indeed many wealthy Chinese businessmen who are prosperous here, and there are also many small business owners who live a pleasant life, but they are not these gangsters living in Nanyang.

They didn't know how to do anything but fight and kill, and they were unwilling to live a hard life digging in the soil, so they pinned all their hopes on Feng Guohui.

Feng Guohui felt happy when he thought of this.

This is probably my biggest reliance since my rebirth and time travel. As long as I control this group of people, I can continue to develop and expand.

After all, running a power depends on people.

Dafengying’s men come from all the provinces in the southeastern half of the country. What do they rely on to live overseas?
  Of course, we rely on fellow villagers. As long as we have the thought of having enough to eat and hope for, plus setting an example by setting an example, are we still afraid that we won't be able to attract people?

Feng Guohui is now full of confidence. He walked six or seven miles from the small fishing village to Sishui City in the night as if he had divine help under his feet, and he did not feel tired despite the turbulence along the way.

We were almost reaching the outskirts of Surabaya City. In the distance, under the bright moonlight, we could see the black silhouette of the tall church steeple in Surabaya City. Then something suddenly changed.

Several black figures flashed out from the woods in front and behind, blocking the way. Only a strange laugh was heard, and the black figure in front of him showed the shining long knife in his hand and said in a sinister voice;
  "Heh heh heh... You blind brat, I can only blame you for your bad fate. You fell into the hands of this man. Just keep these 100 kilograms of meat. You can sell it for a lot of money if you make it into bacon." .”

Sister Ni, these words made Feng Guohui feel sick to his stomach.

He had just fucked a big piece of delicious bacon tonight, his mouth was full of oil after eating it, and the rest was still hidden in the rice bag on the roof.

This short-circuited bastard is really disgusting. He has a bit of a psychological shadow. Should he eat the remaining piece of bacon or not? Is the origin serious?
  Not with such disgusting people.

If you don't understand this issue clearly, you won't want to sleep tonight.

(End of this chapter)