Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 722 Jealousy

The world is so big, and when the American colony of Ming Dynasty was still under the hostility and suspicion of neighbors on all sides, stubbornly holding on to the long night, India in the east was already bustling with people in the middle of the day.

Delhi, the capital of the Mughal Empire.

Westerners always like to advertise that they are the center of civilization, but when Yingtian has a population of over 200 million, Baghdad has a population of one million, and Alexandria and Cairo have a population of hundreds of thousands, London has a population of just over 5, and Paris has no population. With a population of more than 10, there are also Vienna, the capital of the Holy Roman Empire, and many famous cities on the Italian peninsula. Song Qingshu once thought the West was too modern, but in fact, the British still have great privileges for the nobility. However, France is still a century away from the Great Revolution, and it is the Holy See and the feudal aristocracy that rule the vast European continent.

Delhi still has a population of more than 50. In terms of civilization, they can't even keep up with the Mughal Empire of India.

At this time, it was the heyday of the Mughal Empire, that is, when Shah Jahan, the later builder of the Taj Mahal, was in power, and the cityscape of Delhi reached a complete victory. The entire street was crowded with people, wrapped in headscarves. A Sikh with a big beard, a Persian from Central Asia with a camel, and a snake charmer who plays a flute, seems to be flying in the air while holding a cane, but actually hides iron under his sleeve, sitting on a big iron block The master is deceiving, and the commercial shops are also very hot.

However, the hottest among them were still Chinese merchants. At this time, the Mughal Empire had become Song Qingshu's largest dumping ground, far surpassing Japan, and even suppressed a large part of Southeast Asia. The trade originally handled by Westerners was pushed forward by Daming For one thing, the bright goods purchased by Westerners from Guangdong and Fujian were directly sold to India by more than ten times, and then transported to the Mediterranean port near Constantinople by Yilian merchants and Western merchants along the ancient Silk Road, radiating the whole world. Western Europe, but most of it is still digested by India, who makes there are so many people here.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of downtown Delhi, Li Laobai yawned and slowly got up from the soft bed, first went to rinse his mouth with a cup of West Lake Longjing, then put on his beautiful robes, and went to the opposite side for morning tea The shop ordered an exquisite breakfast, and started a new day slowly.

Now everything is really different. The old food chief who used to be a poor peasant for several generations has finally become a member of the staff. Indians on the street have to respectfully call Mr. Li from the East. He has dozens of places in Southeast Asia. The plantation, however, has benefited the most. It is the more than 20 shops that have been pulled up after the West India Company sent him here to make him so rich.

After the cargo ships departing from the east arrived at Calcutta, a colony of the British ally, they were all handed over to these special commissioners for sale, and the prices were set by a committee formed by them. However, even after leaving enough profits for Song Qingshu and the major shareholders of the West India Company, Ming goods still have a price advantage over native goods, and can open up the market better. This price difference supports Li Laobai to buy more than [-] plantations, hire thousands of natives and national workers, and it is enough to support food production. Unaccustomed to Indian curry, he extravagantly imported local ingredients from China and hired Yangzhou famous chefs to make breakfast.

Although this early is still a bit not to Li Laobai's appetite.

Puba~ A mouthful of tofu nao sprayed half the table, looking at Li Laobai who was drinking tea, the chef Lao Kang rubbed his hands helplessly.

"Boss, if you don't know why this tofu nao should be sweetened with sugar!"

"No way! Our handsome eats salted tofu nao, and we, Lao Bai, don't believe that we can't get used to it!"

Seeing that his boss took a big gulp of fresh tofu brain again with a grim face, Lao Kang had no choice but to shake his head resentfully, and went back to the back kitchen to get busy again.

In a while, many Chinese businessmen will come to eat breakfast.

Lao Kang left, and Li Laobai, who poured down a big bowl desperately, looked at the bowl of tofu nao, but shook his head helplessly. Now he and Song Qingshu are just like this tofu nao, happy and distressed.

Following Marshal Song, he, Li Laobai, made a fortune that he would not be able to make in a few lifetimes, and became a master respected by everyone. This is like the tofu nao that he didn't dare to eat before. The salt added to the tofu brain became his heart disease.

His son, Li Xiaohei, is still serving in the army because of Song Qingshu. His old Li’s family has only one seedling. , What did he use to meet the ancestors under Jiuquan?
"This little bastard!"

After another mouthful of soy milk, he found the letter from Li Xiaohei, and Li Laobai opened his mouth to curse.

Now that Li Xiaohei has become a colonel and division deputy, he independently commands the artillery and a third of the non-barracks, so he is worthy of Nurse Chen. After being a star member of the former Qinhuai Orchestra, he still has to work hard to climb up so that he can marry him. Li Laobai was so anxious that he felt like a cat scratching his head. After reading the letter sent by his son, he stretched out his hand to throw it away. , but in the end he was still reluctant, and put it back in his arms.

Originally in a bad mood this morning, just as he walked out of the breakfast shop, an Indian shopkeeper under his command came to the door again, shaking his big turban, his tongue curled up, which made Li Laobai uncomfortable and hastily reported.

"Respected Master Li, who is as holy as the water of the Ganges River, Chief Jax wants to see you!"

"Damn it, the money-seekers are here again!"

His face twitched, Li Laobai shouted angrily.

Now in the Ming Dynasty, Song Qingshu has extremely strict requirements on the whole company, and the West India Company he started is even more so, clean and efficient!All the unqualified and those who made mistakes were shaved off and went to Southeast Asia to cut sugar cane, but this Mughal Empire is different. The empire with aristocratic privileges is simply more corrupt than Ming Dynasty. If you want to continue to operate here, you must gain business and public relations. Less.

This Jax is an external member of the Mughal royal family, the military chief of Delhi, and he is also the umbrella of the Chinese businessmen like Li Laobai. He has to provide him with a lot of money every year to keep the Chinese businessmen in peace.

Every time this guy finds himself, there is nothing good. It’s not that there is a disaster here, where there is a disaster, or that his soldiers have diarrhea and wear clothes. Of course, this is just a pretext. The thin soldiers took a few more mouthfuls of medicine.

Now that the Jiaduobao Bank is also operating in Delhi, and with another handful of banknotes, Li Laobai lazily went to the Cuoyunlou near the temple in Delhi, which is the largest restaurant of Chinese businessmen, and is also the military chief. The place I would most like to come to.

Upstairs at [-], as soon as he entered the door, Li Laobai had already put his reluctance to the wind, went up and gave him a big hug, and greeted him in a familiar Persian with a compliment.

"The Prophet guides you, my friend! What wind brings you here so early in the morning?"

Jax, who was wearing a long silk shirt, still had such a sad face, but Li Laobai was used to his behavior, and sat in the chair opposite him unsuspectingly, but unexpectedly, he rushed out from the curtain next to him. He caught two Mughal soldiers and slammed his shoulders, making him tremble.

"Old friend, there is something to talk about. Our Mingmo friendship has a long history, and there is no need to use knives and guns! Is it true that those cloth guys are going to make trouble again? Your eyes are sharp!"

The dumping of textiles and daily necessities in the Ming Dynasty was a devastating blow to the local handicraft industry of the Mughal Empire. I don’t know how many local cloth houses went bankrupt, so these people made a lot of trouble, but they were all suppressed by the relationship managed by Chinese businessmen. Li Laobai was already used to this, so he directly touched his sleeves.

But looking at the stack of bank notes that Li Laobai put on the table from his sleeve, surprisingly, this Jax didn't immediately put it into his arms like a dog with meaty bones, but sighed and shook his head instead.

"Old friend, it's not that I don't take care of you! His Majesty Shah Jahan ordered that you Ming merchants are pagans who don't believe in God and are not worthy of living in this world. I came to see you first because of our friendship. You, tomorrow a group of prisoners will be escorted to the east, and the rest will depend on your brother's luck!"

Li Laobai couldn't help being surprised when he heard this, this Jax lamented all over his face, so it wasn't fake, and of course it wasn't some bullshit friendship.

Similarly, the bank note with the ticket number is useless!
But at this time, Li Laobai was no longer the honest farmer he used to be. After so many years, he had become a lot more slick, so he didn't panic, but took out another small map from his sleeve.

"Brother Jax, I've taken care of you for so many years. We Lao Li will remember it in our hearts, but we have come here in a good way, and we will go in a good time. Here is what Lao Li buried on the bank of the Ganges. Derry City, I want to take some people away." .”

Money is easy to do. Looking at the address of the warehouse, he hesitated for a moment before Jax said in a hoarse voice.

"Today, Shah Jahan's order was transmitted to the Eastern Province. Tomorrow, large-scale arrests will begin. By Allah, the governor inspected Hushanke Fortress today, and he never saw any Chinese!"

"Thank you!"

His shoulders were loosened, and he hugged his fists heavily, Li Laobai turned around and went out neatly.

Early the next morning, the whole of Delhi seemed to be boiling. While wealth was accumulating, it was also envied and resented by others. Suddenly, it received an order from Shah Jahan, the ruler of the world, that all Chinese are illegal and can be attacked at will. Killing and looting, 10,000+ thugs are extremely excited

Everywhere you can see Chinese businessmen's shops being smashed open, crowds rushing in to loot the goods, shop assistants being beaten, and even houses being set ablaze. , streets and alleys, riots and thick smoke everywhere, all evils emerged.

But at this time, Li Laobai and the main members of the Delhi Chinese Chamber of Commerce were already more than 100 kilometers away from Delhi, and dozens of two or four horse-drawn carriages hurriedly competed with Shah Jahan's messengers, and most of the towns along the way Mingren informed to evacuate.

After something happened in Japan, any expatriate businessman would be full of vigilance, and his sensitivity to danger made the overseas Chinese businessmen surprisingly unite.

On September [-], before Shah Jahan's order was passed to West Bengal, thousands of merchants and British merchants had already evacuated to Calcutta, the third largest city in India in later generations, which is now a British colony and fortress.

On the battlements, groups of British mercenaries from the East India Company hurriedly pushed their cannons onto the fortress. In the port, Ming army merchant ships, warships, and British warships were also mobilized urgently. Most of them escaped, but the economic loss was at least 2000 to [-] million taels.

His heart was completely filled with flames of anger, and when he picked up the pen, Li Laobai began to write furiously.

"Honorable Chief Minister of the Cabinet, Mr. Li, Special Commissioner of the West India Company, I would like to report to you that the people of Ming Dynasty have suffered extremely unfair treatment in Tianzhu..."

(End of this chapter)