New Shun 1730

As for when to enter the market, it really depends on the strength of the buttocks, that is, you have to be able to sit still.

If you can't sit still in advance, it is very likely that Britain will not kill France.

Before Dupleix came to Du Feng, this matter was actually Britain trying to make a move.

If Dashun had the intention to take action, then Britain would keep its promise and maintain peace in India, so that Ma Chaoerte's idea of ​​using Dupleix to exchange for the non-expansion of the war could be realized.

If Dashun had no intention to take action, then Britain would certainly not keep its promise. When Dupleix was there, Britain was still a little timid. Once Dupleix left, Dashun's buttocks were heavy, and it would naturally take action against France.

This has nothing to do with the "justice" of who took action first. They are all fucking colonists and invaders. Who has any justice?

The main reason is that Dashun was very unhappy with Britain's unwillingness to replace the Netherlands as a comprador and to buy goods in India to replace it. If you want to do it, do it to the death, or don't fight.

But in Europe, they must rely on the power of France. At least, even if Dashun pulls the navy to the Atlantic, it must have logistics, ports, berthing, and artillery protection.

Now the several forces on the table are all as shrewd as monkeys.

The prince of Bengal wants to kill two birds with one stone, the British want to have enough space for advancement and retreat, and the French want to appease and avoid war. Dashun needs to find the right opportunity among the various thoughts of these forces.

Du Feng's brain is still okay. He rejected Dupleix's suggestion that Dashun should stand up for France.

The prince of Bengal hopes that he can provide a Chinese mercenary, and Du Feng directly refuses.

Chinese mercenaries are easy to say. Dashun has a bunch of retired "bad boys" and the price offered by the other side is high. Moreover, due to religious factors, they don't like European Christian mercenaries very much. After all, the father of the prince of Bengal is said to be a "Sayed", a descendant of Fatima. Although it may be fake, the religious belief is there, and they definitely don't trust Christian mercenaries.

Du Feng was very sure about the combat effectiveness of Chinese mercenaries. He was afraid that if he really got some retired mercenaries from the navy and army, he would push the British in one wave and purge the internal opposition with foreign mercenaries such as Mamluks or Varangian Guards. That would be troublesome.

After all, Dashun was still waiting for this young prince to commit suicide.

Besides, mercenaries... they could really offer a small battalion-level mercenary officer a fief of three or five counties and a tax of 600,000 or 700,000 taels of silver a year. If you go to be a mercenary, who would recognize you as the emperor of Dashun? You must be very loyal to the emperor and patriotic. You give up being a feudal lord with 600,000 or 700,000 taels a year and go back to Dashun to farm and work, and be bullied like a dog by the gentry and factory owners?

From the perspective of personal fame, helping the young prince of Bengal to get a group of Chinese mercenaries is a serious obstacle to Du Feng's personal pursuit of a title.

Since he wanted to be a marquis, and he also knew what kind of power he had to rely on if he wanted to be a marquis, Du Feng was very strict in the training of the army and the payment of military pay.

The army was not his private army, but it was the ladder for him to climb up. Not many people could understand this truth, but since he was recommended and selected as the governor of Ceylon, it was obvious that many people believed that he could basically understand this truth.

If he did well, he would be a low-profile version of Xue Rengui who conquered Tianshan with three arrows and India with three battles. It was also famous for the emperor's personal expedition to the north to climb the castle of Rakshasa.

If he did not do well, he would be Feng Changqing who was killed, and he had to bear the reputation of "embezzling military pay and stealing and selling food and grass" before his death. He really didn't want this.

Knowing the overall situation, he knew that it was not certain when the fight might break out; he also understood personal struggle and should not lose the big picture for the small. He had everything after being made a marquis.

Therefore, he strictly abided by the training of soldiers, military law, military rules, and not being partial to others. He was sincere when he told Zhao Liben that the military law was strict.

People who came to Ceylon on their own initiative basically had stories. Those who were forced to move here or were sent here as laborers did not count.

Or maybe it was just out of curiosity. After all, the combination of a seemingly ordinary citizen and a small Korean noble, plus Liu Yu's letter, was a bit strange.

After Du Feng finished talking about the strictness of military law, he asked again: "How did your brother get here? In this day and age, the money for a boat ticket here, food, drink, defecation, and daily expenses, can buy a few acres of land. If you have a few acres of land, how can you come here to work?"

Zhao Liben's mouth twitched, and finally replied calmly: "I am a salt worker in Huainan."

When he said this, Du Feng clapped his hands and laughed: "Oh, this is a fortune. Did he go to be a pirate? Or go to Borneo to dig gold? Or go to Kanto to collect ginseng and dig gold? In this day and age, you are so poor that you can't do it. At this level, those who want to get rich and get the first pot of gold can only steal, deceive, kill and burn. "

"You are capable. The amnesty a while ago must have cleared your name. When I was a frontier soldier, I also robbed the Duke of Xingguo. You are really capable. Look, there are many salt soldiers in Ceylon after the salt reform. Now they are either rubbing bark or digging stones. You have only been around for a few years and you can even take a boat to Ceylon. It's amazing, it's amazing."

Du Feng's praise was sincere. After all, he was still a bad boy in the frontier. It's nonsense to expect a person who has been thinking about robbery and getting rich since he was a child to recognize the sanctity of the law.

Now there are many such people in the frontier areas of Dashun, and each depends on his ability.

If you do well, you will get the first pot of gold; if you do not do well, you will die, or be hanged on the mast of a pirate ship, or be beaten to death for hiding gold, or be killed by robbers.

To change your fate, you can only gamble with your fate and accept the loss.

This is normal.

Since you are not dead, you are a hero regardless of your origin.

After all, during the heyday of the Han Empire and the expansion of the Tang Empire, there were groups of evil teenagers, good family children, criminals, and prisoners on the border.

Zhao Liben also smiled and said, "The governor has a good idea. Now that I have some money, I want to find my brother, go home to be a good citizen, and live a good life. I think my brother is also for the military merits to grant the three hundred acres of four-season reversed fields south of Nanyang, and also look forward to a good life with his family in the future."

Du Feng hummed. The good news brought by Dupleix a few days ago, plus the accident today broke the boredom of the usual days, he was in a very good mood, so he said a few more words.

"It's a good thing to look forward to a good life. The best soldiers in the court are still good citizens. But the good citizens in the Han and Tang dynasties are different from the good citizens now. At that time, a good citizen's family needed to have a hundred acres of land, be able to afford a sword, saddle, leather armor, and sometimes even a war horse, to be called a good citizen and qualified to join the army. Now the world has changed. Those who can afford a sword, saddle, leather armor, and war horse only study and do not join the army."

"People like you should actually go to the frontier. When you see your brother, you can either stay in Ceylon or go to Fuso. In short, don't go back."

"The world outside is different. The world is very big, don't go back to the village to grab those three or five acres of land. "

After saying that, he didn't care whether the other party listened or not, and stood up and said: "Okay, in this case, you go and look for it yourself. This little brother named Quan, since the Duke of Xingguo wrote to him to see more and hear more, he will stay first. You go to find your brother, since he is recruiting soldiers in the gem mine, you go out of the city and go north along the road by the sea, thirty or fifty miles, there is a place called Niganbo. The military camp is there, and you can't get into the military camp after you go there. But outside the military camp, it has become a town, you will know after you go there and ask around. "

Zhao Liben thanked him repeatedly, and went out, and Quan Zheshen also saw him off.

After all, the two were not on the same path, but just went together. It is estimated that it will be difficult to see each other again in the future, so there is no more farewell. Just say that we will meet again in the future, and wish each other a safe journey.

After that, Quan Zhe visited the hydraulic cinnamon factory in Ceylon and witnessed the hydraulically driven circular saw defeating the cinnamon factory that the British had invested in before with a guillotine.

He visited the equal-field village, the grant-field village, the original caste village, and the different villages that redeemed the private ownership of land.

He went to see how the pearl catchers, the untouchable class that was once forced to work, raised their heads in the face of the former high-caste small farmers under the world trade system.

He traveled to the fortress on the boundary between the Dashun and Kandy Kingdoms.

He experienced a high-caste riot caused by the Dashun Governor's Office because a low-caste Ceylonese was appointed as the captain of the elephant catching team, and how Dashun efficiently suppressed the high-caste rebellion.

He recorded the religious "war" between the Gray and Red Monks, and the detailed process of the monks on both sides working hard.

I copied and rubbed the inscriptions erected by the Ming Emperor in the seventh year of Yongle, when he sent eunuchs Zheng He, Wang Guitong and others to Ceylon. In addition to Chinese, I also recorded the Tamil and Persian words on the inscriptions that I didn't recognize.

By the way, I also calculated how long it has been since the first day of the second month of the seventh year of Yongle, the year of Ji Chou.

After that, I followed the team to the Kandy Dynasty, visited the Temple of the Tooth Relic, and saw the tooth relic of Sakyamuni with my own eyes.

I participated in the open and secret struggles in Kandy between the Dashun colonists and the British, French, Portuguese and other colonists over the Trincomalee issue.

I understood the ugliness of the struggle for power and profit between the king, the nobles, and the religions.

I hate the large amount of land owned by the unproductive monks and temples, and I am sober that after the fall of the Goryeo Dynasty, it chose to promote Confucianism and destroy Buddhism. I regret that the Korean country compromised too much in the dispute between Confucianism and tradition, leaving too many problems.

Gradually, he really understood what Liu Yu said before he left, understood the similarities between the caste system and the nobles, commoners, slaves and servants, and gradually understood what Liu Yu asked him to see.

Indeed, there are some things that you can't understand if you travel to Dashun. Because the people of Dashun have long forgotten what the royal land system is, what it means that the land of good people cannot be sold, and they really don't understand what a strict identity caste occupation system is.

On the contrary, it is easier to see through the mirror and think clearly about the biggest and solvable problem of the Joseon Kingdom with a bystander's mentality. Is it the forced opening of Dashun? Or is it the Joseon king, nobles, slaves and commoners caste system?

Dashun's forced opening of ports is of course a problem, but is it a solvable problem?

During the years, Quan Zheshen actually had a strange idea... If you can't resist, and can't change those things that can't be changed, why not accept this unchangeable change and change those things that can be changed?

So, like the Japanese Confucian scholars many years ago, he began to think about the question that had troubled Japanese Confucian scholars for a long time - if Confucius was the commander and Mencius was his deputy, and they came to attack Japan, what would we Confucian scholars do? If the Emperor of Zhou raised an army to attack Lu, would Confucius fight? Should he surrender? Should he rise up and welcome the Emperor? Should he fight to the death to repay Lu's kindness?

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On the other side, Zhao Liben, who couldn't think so much, was walking along a canal two or three feet wide, heading to the location of the barracks, Niganbo.

Most of Dashun's military camps in the Nanyang direction were on the seashore. It was convenient for transportation and for eating fish, fresh fish.