Ji Han Grand Commander

Chapter 447 441. Planning for Naturalization
Pang Lin was a little surprised by the obedience of this old man Cui, and he almost suspected that there was some conspiracy. After all, he had lived here for half his life, and now that the Han army had just arrived, this old man couldn't wait to help the Han army unify these natives. Could it be that he had no feelings at all?

But Old Man Cui had his own calculations. Now the Han army would definitely not be able to find another person like him in Yizhou to serve as an interpreter, so his power would be unlimited under the Han army.

By then, being an interpreter for the Han army would surely be better than lying in a simple wooden house and being occasionally pointed at by those people, right?

After all, in today's Izu Island, which still maintains an almost primitive settlement-style civilization, children need to be protected, but the status of the elderly is relatively embarrassing. As an eyewitness, Old Man Cui cursed these savages countless times in his heart for not knowing etiquette and having no morals.

Old Man Cui led Pang Lin and a group of soldiers directly into the village. The young and strong hunters were naturally confused and started talking to Old Man Cui. Pang Lin naturally didn't understand, but seeing that the two sides seemed to be arguing angrily, he could probably guess the reason.

Whether it was a primitive tribe or the relatively civilized Han Dynasty, power was the most likely point of conflict between people. The arrival of the Han army was undoubtedly subverting the social order that had existed on Izu Island for thousands of years, so it would not be so easy to be accepted.

"Elder Cui, what happened?"

Pang Lin put aside his doubts and asked Old Man Cui directly.

"Alas, the most powerful hunter in this village expressed his unwillingness on behalf of the other hunters. They probably think that our Han army is just another more powerful tribe. They are naturally unwilling to join another tribe for no reason."

Old Man Cui shook his head. As he communicated with Pang Lin more and more, his Chinese became more coherent and clearer. It was obvious that his body had remembered.

"Haha, no problem, let them be. By the way, since these young and strong ones are unwilling, are there any of the old and weak ones who are willing?"

Pang Lin smiled silently. As an old man who had followed Feng Xi for a long time, he was also familiar with some of Feng Xi's methods. He knew that there would definitely be a way to deal with this stubborn native commander without bloodshed, so there was no need for him to turn against them. He should first win over those who could be won over.

Old Man Cui nodded and continued talking to the sturdy hunter. This time the hunter was not so excited. Instead, he hesitated for a few seconds and nodded, seeming to agree.

"General, he agreed. I will go to the village later to gather the old and weak people who are willing to go with me."

Old Man Cui smiled happily and ran towards the village without saying anything else.

In the end, all Pang Lin got were two or three hundred trembling old men or men and women who were missing limbs due to injuries. However, Pang Lin still asked his soldiers to take care of them and headed towards the place he had agreed on with the other two generals.

After getting the response from Ding Feng, Pang Lin also knew that Zhuge Zhi had gone to prepare to build a city. According to the information and terrain he had learned before, Zhuge Zhi had now discovered a plain with a good harbor in the northwest of Izu Island, which was just right for building a city by the sea.

The remaining Han troops also began to prepare for the task of building the city after returning to the team. At least they would not have to sleep in the open tonight.

A few days later, Feng Xi, who was still busy supervising the development of tools and weapons at the arsenal in Jiangling, was rushed back to the governor's mansion in Jiangling due to urgent military intelligence.

"Gong Heng, what happened?" Feng Xi has become a hands-off boss now. Even if there are carrier pigeons to send messages, he lets King Mulu send them to the governor's mansion first. After all, people like Huang Quan, Ma Liang, and Xu Shu are all extremely talented, and he does not have the time to worry about many trivial matters. He stays at home with his wife and children every day, hangs out in the arsenal when he has nothing to do, or makes secret visits to inspect each unit to see how their training discipline is. His life is quite fulfilling.

"According to Li Zhengfang, a simple wooden fortress has been built on Izu Island, and as you said, there are also native savages there. But according to Pang Lin, they met a person who drifted over from Xuzhou and can act as an interpreter..."

Huang Quan handed Pang Lin's report to Feng Xi. With the widespread use of carrier pigeons, news was spreading faster and faster in the Han Dynasty. Even news from Yizhou could reach him within a few days.

Feng Xi thought about it, this kind of society that respects power is too easy to deal with. He thought about it, took the paper and pen on Huang Quan's desk, wrote a few words, and then threw it to Huang Quan.

"Let Governor Li find a way to spread this method to Yizhou. It won't take too long to attract most of the natives. Even if it doesn't work, they will be jealous sooner or later."

Feng Xi explained a few words. This kind of primitive settlement with low productivity does not need any means. When the immigrants and the Han army start to cultivate land and build cities, they will realize how ridiculous they are. Every day, they rely on their personal abilities to hunt prey, which is not worth mentioning in front of the output of collective labor.

Humans have the desire to learn from the strong. Even if they are jealous, it is because they cannot become you. The Han army can naturally give the green light to the barbarians to learn. What is the most terrifying thing about the Han people? If you learn from me, you will become me.

After a few generations, the entire island of Yizhou will probably be full of people who speak Chinese, and there will be no distinction between natives. Just like today in Jiaozhou, the Cham people have begun to be proud of their status as Han Chinese, and increasingly look down on those of their own ethnic group who still speak the Cham dialect.

"By the way, is there any news from Nanzhong?"

Feng Xi suddenly remembered something and asked Huang Quan if he had any news about Jiaozhou or Yizhou. He didn't believe that the mines he had laid before had no effect.

"Well...Guizhou Governor Li did mention it in a letter, saying that since you, Xiu Yuan, pacified Nanzhong, more and more people have followed Yang Feng and others and moved to Jiaozhou. Now there are nearly 100,000 people."

Huang Quan was stunned for a moment, not understanding the connection between them, but since Feng Xi asked this, he must have his own plans.

"Haha, 100,000 people... It seems that the loophole in the South Central Council has been discovered."

Feng Xi smiled. The trap he had set earlier had come into being within half a year, which surprised him a little.

As for Nanzhong, Meng Jie is so eager to quit his job that whoever wants to be the chairman of the Nanzhong Parliament can take it.

The reason is naturally because Nanzhong is now divided into multiple factions that are hindering each other. In the six months since the Han army left, except for the first month when they did something, they have achieved nothing since then.

(End of this chapter)