Ming Zhengzhi, I am Zheng Kezang

Sun Youlao crossed his arms and was standing with a group of people on the outer corridor on the second floor of the Yingguili Merchant Building on Beishanwei Island, looking at the four armed British, Guilian and Liberian merchant ships that were docking one after another, but his eyes were different from those of the rest of the people , his expression was indifferent.Yes, that's right, Sun Youlao has objections to Zheng Kezang's attempt to use black slaves as a backup force.

"I heard that these black slaves have big arms and round waists, and each of them is eight feet tall." A voice rang out abruptly, and Sun Youlao glanced out of the corner of his eye. "One meal can feed two people, and when you are full, you can do the work of three people"

"Gentlemen, the goods ordered by Your Highness on behalf of all of you have already landed," the voice of the owner of the store, Stevenson, interrupted someone's interest. Speaking of which, Zheng Kezang had approached him several times for this business. Here, at this moment, he just wanted to finish this matter as soon as possible. "Should I go and pick up the goods now?"

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When several people came to the pier, they saw that the black slaves strung together were driven off the deck by the British sailors with whips like walking dead.Several family members of the Bofu family clicked their tongues, but there was a scene that was more memorable to them. Among the group of black slaves on the lower deck, suddenly one of the legs went limp and the whole body withered.

"Dead? Fainted?" Zhao Amber's third steward yelled in surprise, but the staggering team didn't stop, and dragged the man down the deck step by step, while the sailors on the shore immediately Untie the rope buckle tied around the neck of the team of slaves, drag the unconscious or dead from the team to the edge of the berth, without looking at it, and throw it into the sea with four hands. "Ah!" Zhao Anbo's third steward exclaimed again. "Hong Yi is really ruthless!"

"Your Excellency, you misunderstood." The reporter of the Yingguili Business Office explained in strange Hokkien dialect. "This is to prevent the corpse from spreading the plague." The british man with a sheepskin wig shrugged. "Only fire and salt can cut off the path of the plague, and the watermen are also for the safety of the survivors."

"What kind of plague, what kind of spread, I don't ask any questions." Sun Youlao looked back from the side of the Hongyi boat, looking at the reporter who was already familiar with the slave trade, he spoke coldly. "But the amount you promised cannot be reduced, otherwise, I will have no way to explain to the prison."

"Your Excellency, don't worry." The clerk slightly raised the book in his hand to signal. "The list of goods provided by several captains shows that when they landed in Morris (Note: Madagascar, the largest slave trading station of the Netherlands in East Africa at that time), the four ships carried a total of 400 black slaves, of which more than 200 More than [-] people died during the voyage, and there are more than [-] left, which already exceeds [-]% of your receivable goods."

Upon hearing this, Sun Youlao immediately questioned: "What do you mean, does this feudal clan have to pay for the extra [-]% black slaves?"

The reporter laughed dryly, of course it would be best to pay, but he didn't want to offend this senior officer who was said to represent the Crown Prince of Dongning, so he could only use tactful words: "Your Excellency, after all, such a long transportation The route, the wind and waves along the way are strong, if it is not for the money, why would the ship take such risks."

"This servant can't handle it," Sun Youlao said rascally. "In this way, servants only need to order the quantity, and you can ask them to ship back the excess." The clerk's face was as ugly as if he had swallowed a stool. "Or you can ask them to find other buyers, such as Beihe, Cochin, Ryukyu, Siam or Japan."

"No, no," the reporter of the commercial office shook his head repeatedly. Black slaves are not very popular in East Asian countries with infinite manpower, and when these useless black slaves are transported back, they have to be fed. It is absolutely not in the interests of British merchant ship owners to occupy precious shipping space when returning to the voyage. "Your Excellency, for the sake of the friendship between the two parties, I am the master, and I can give this batch of extra black slaves to you for free."

"This is the best." Sun Youlao managed to squeeze a smile from his stiff face, but before the smile dissipated, he said to several family members in the uncle's house. "What are the stewards waiting for? There are 100 people in one mansion. Hurry up and pick them!" The family members of the uncle's mansion looked at him with strange expressions, and Sun Youlao seemed to realize that he had said something wrong. "Wrong, wrong, Jian Guo said 100 people last year, but this year it promised 100 more people, 200 people per government, if each government doesn't choose, the servants will take the lead."

Zheng Kezang sent away a few boy scouts whom he had summoned to talk, and then motioned for Sun Youlao to sit down and answer: "The black slaves have been brought back?"

"Come back, it's just that people have been tortured beyond recognition." Sun Youlao kept his courtiers and bowed to report. "People from several uncle's residences are clamoring, saying that the prison country has made them suffer."

"What's wrong with you, are you reluctant to give someone a few mouthfuls of food?" It's true that the dog is like the owner. Zheng Kezang may give Zheng Cong and Zheng Ming a little face, but he only knows about these He doesn't have a good look at the evil slave who barks and flatters in front of his master. "The ancients said that if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your weapon. It's really going back." After a few words, Zheng Kezang was unwilling to continue this topic. "By the way, how much did you get back this time?"

"A total of 230 black slaves were transported by the British, Guilian, and the remaining 400 slaves were all brought back to the Boys' Camp."

"Seven people in 830, didn't the British Guilian people charge more money?" Zheng Kezang got affirmative news. "This is enough to save 4000 taels of silver for the feudal clan. Well done! Change your clothes in a few days." Sun Youlao was ecstatic. Wanting to thank you, Zheng Kezang waved his hand. "Master Sun has been in the boy camp for four years. I have seen all the credit and hard work. This promotion is already too late."

Zheng Kezang didn't say what he said, but when he said it, Sun Youlao immediately turned over and knelt on the ground with one leg, and respectfully gave Zheng Kezang a military visit: "What did the supervisor say? It's the so-called Thunder, rain and dew are all the favor of the king, and the grandchildren treat the ministers kindly, and the ministers are terrified, and I wish to be the pioneers of Your Highness."

Zheng Kezang watched Sun Youlao's performance calmly, and nodded slowly: "Let's get up and talk first."

Sun Youlao got up, and Zheng Kezang also stood up from the chair, with his hands behind his back, and slowly stomped in front of Sun Yourao: "Since Qing is so hardworking, I will give Qing a chance."

Before Sun Youlao understood what opportunity Zheng Kezang was talking about, he heard Zheng Kezang continue: "Your Majesty, hand over the position of the chief instructor of the Boys' Camp and transfer to the post of the guard of the Boys' Camp Biao Biao."

mark?At present, Zheng Junzhong does not have a first-level organizational system, but Sun Youlao understands that this must be Zheng Kezang's ingenuity again.

"One standard governs three battalions and one team. The battalion is based on the organization of the Boy Scouts. Three of the battalions are combat battalions and one team is the luggage." Zheng Kezang explained. "It is standard to set up one member of the standard leader to be the fourth-rank commander and envoy, and another supervisor and one Sima. The supervisor will be awarded the sixth-rank judge, and the Sima will be the governor of the sixth-rank office. However, Mr. Sun is now the fourth-rank official. , to be promoted to a higher level is from the third rank, and I feel aggrieved by taking the position of the fourth rank from the third rank."

"Your servant is not wronged." Sun Youlao immediately expressed his opinion. In his opinion, apart from the fact that this guard mark is composed of black slaves as the main force, which makes him uncomfortable, the position of leading the mark and the position of the third rank are enough to show that he is in Zheng Kezang's heart at the moment. With a real job and the trust of Zheng Kezang, a mere downgrade is nothing.

"It's fine if you don't feel wronged." Zheng Kezang nodded in satisfaction. "The battalion officer and deputy battalion officer are up to you to choose. For Sima and the team leader, the boy scouts from the A-character battalion will be used. As for the prison camp, Yu Ping is going to be brought up, and if he is missing, you will arrange another person to fill it. "Sun Youlao listened quietly, he knew that Zheng Kezang was balancing the relationship in all aspects, so he didn't dare to intervene in favor. "As for the name of the guard mark, black slaves were called Kunlun slaves in the Tang and Song Dynasties, so we named it Kunlun mark."

After Zheng Kezang gave the guard Biao a name, Sun Youlao inquired and asked, "Shisun, is Kunlun Biao going to be included in the firecracker team?"

"No need," Zheng Kezang shook his head. "Not only do not include firecrackers and artillery, but even bows and arrows are not included." In this way, Kunlunbiao has become a purely meat shield force. "This year, the Jiazi Battalion has been expanded to six teams per squad. In this way, the swords and shields, firecrackers, artillery and luggage teams are all ready, and there are two spear teams. The riding sentry squad has also been tried to form." Zheng Kezang said. Sun Youlao's words seemed to be diametrically opposed, and as expected, Zheng Kezang continued. "As for going to battle in the future, Yu will arrange for the boy battalion to go out together."

"Jianguo, let's not talk about whether black slaves can train a strong army." After understanding Zheng Kezang's intentions, Sun Youlao dismissed his worries. "The so-called non-my race will have a different heart, if there is any change in these black slaves"

"There is a change? What are you doing?" Zheng Kezang turned Sun Youlao into the army. "The black slave who came from a foreign land was tormented, and his heart must be terrified. If you wait with sincerity, can't you take back this kind of heart?" Sun Youlao was taken aback for a moment, and then Zheng Kezang sighed suddenly. "Dongning's land is small and there are few people, so how many manpower are there to use? Using black slaves as soldiers is really a last resort! Master Sun must remember to take good care of them for Yu."

"The painstaking minister of the grandson understands." Sun Youlao naturally understood the truth that more people were soldiers and fewer people were farming, so he immediately understood Zheng Kezang's intentions. However, understanding is understanding, but not It shows that he must approve of Zheng Kezang's approach. "But blindly manipulating the slave soldiers, I'm afraid that in the future it will be too bad!"

"Tai Ah downside?" Zheng Kezang chuckled. "Your concern is too much. There are hundreds of people in the district who want to turn against customers. How can it be so easy? As for the future? I also have a sense of propriety, and I will not give others a blame."

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