Chapter 1645

The fleet had sailed to xiaoryukyu and saw a wooden house on the shore. Everyone tacitly didn't see it.

In the early Ming Dynasty, in order to prevent the attack of Japanese pirates, Zhu Yuanzhang simply moved all the people on the island to the mainland, but today, those who smuggled out are still gradually becoming the climate.

In the telescope, a group of people ran out of the wooden houses. They pointed to the fleet and screamed. Then they turned back and entered the house. Soon they came out with their baggage and began to run away.

Fang Xing put down his telescope, frowned and said, "put the boat, Benbo is going to go ashore."

Fu Xian was worried about Fang Xing's safety, so he said, "uncle, many of the fertile fields in fu * land are in the hands of temples. The people have no land and can only escape. But there are many fu * mountains, and most of the people flee to the sea... First, xiaoryukyu, and then Luzon..."

Fu * has been a paradise for temples since the Five Dynasties. It was still prosperous in the two Song dynasties. There were more than 1000 temples in Fuzhou Prefecture alone.

Moreover, these temples are also magnificent, with many monks and nuns, which can be called the best in the country. The land occupation of temples is a long-standing tradition, so there are bursts of Sanskrit on this land, but many people have no land to grow and have to flee overseas to live.

Fang Xing's eyes moved slightly and said, "Taoism lived in seclusion in the prosperous times, and came out of the mountain in troubled times to help the world..."

Fu Xian patted the side of the boat and said, "uncle, you can't be more right. The lower officer invited a Taoist to do things at home, that is, eat a few meals and give as much as you like. Then the Taoist went back to the mountain and didn't see him on weekdays. He's really a high priest!"

Fang woke up and nodded. Ignoring Fu Xian's advice, he called Xiao Guwei and a sergeant and servant of the small flag Department to get on board.

The boat landed, but the small village on the bank was empty, and even the dog ran away with its owner.

Fang woke up to the land and said, "go and have a look."

So the sergeants went door to door to check, but in the end they couldn't find anyone.

Fang Xing frowned and looked at the messy village like a devil entering the village. He said, "call someone to shout. Just say we're here to appease and don't catch people. They live here. Someone will bully them in the future, and the Navy will make decisions for them."

So the boat went back again and found a few lucky sailors on board to shout.

The crew members were shouting with earth speakers. Fang Xing stood in the village, looked at the living utensils made by the villagers and said, "we Han people can survive wherever we go. No matter how difficult it is, this is proof."

Xiao Guwei sent people out to protect the shouting crew. At the moment, he was staring at the jungle in the distance. He smelled the speech and said, "uncle, the older generation said it was bitter before. They ate leaves and soil."

Fang woke up and nodded: "yes, that's why we don't know to expand outside, look for the land to survive and live with the door closed. It's strange that the day can last long!"

After shouting for a long time, Fang woke up and asked someone to get a tent and decided to fight a protracted war.

"Uncle, why don't you get on the boat and sit here."

Xiao Guwei advised with a playful smile.

"That's not good."

Fang Xing sat on a rough wooden chair and said, "they won't believe me if I'm not here. This is concerned about the development of xiaoryukyu in the future, so we can't ignore it."

In Fang Xing's vision, xiaoryukyu should be developed slowly in the future. At this time, the people here are very key, and their experience is very important.

Along with the tent came a sergeant from a hundred households. Fang woke up helpless and had to let them stay away. Don't scare the people.

"They must be watching. Past experience tells them that the government's words are not credible, so put your murderous spirit away."

Black thorn's Sergeants are murderers, even now they haven't changed at all.

"Laugh, laugh!"

Xiao Guwei was the first to take the lead in laughing. Fang Xing frowned and said, "this skin laughs and meat doesn't smile. It's just seeping people. You'd better be free!"

……

In the early morning, the sleeping Fang woke up.

When he got out of the tent, a thin man had been taken outside the tent.

"Uncle, this man just sneaked back to get something and was caught by his brothers."

"Take a fart! Untie!"

Fang woke up and yawned, "don't be afraid. We're not here to catch people. No one will catch you in the future."

The man was stunned. His hands were still tied. He knelt down and asked, "who is your adult?"

"Rude!"

Xiao Guwei drank, and then Fang woke up.

Fang Xing kicked him away, then went to untie the man himself and said, "I woke up and mixed the title of xinghebo in the court."

"Uncle?"

The man was a little excited. Fang woke up and pressed his hand and said, "I didn't catch you. I won't catch you in the future. Japan is gone, and the fart sea is forbidden!"

This aroused the resonance of the man. He complained: "a few years ago, officers and soldiers came here to catch people and all moved back to their hometown, but the young people came out only when they couldn't live in their hometown."

Fang woke up and looked at the unhappy Xiao Guwei and said, "ask someone to get a bowl of noodles and warm up the brother."

After driving away Xiao Guwei, the man dared to tell the truth: "uncle, we were not afraid when Duke Zheng went to sea, but we couldn't see the fleet in the past two years. Everyone was worried about whether it had changed again and wanted to take us back to our hometown. Uncle, our hometown really can't live! There's no land!

Hey!

Fang Xing picked up the man who knelt down again and felt heavy in his heart.

"It won't change again."

Fang Xing solemnly said, "go and let them come back. Benbo guarantees that Daming will not give up the sea, never!

Tears instantly fell from the man's thin black face. He hurriedly wiped them off and said with a smile: "little, this is joy and ruthlessness. Uncle forgive me. I'll call them right away."

No one dares to pretend to be an uncle, especially those in the government. This is the confidence given to men by the deep-rooted concept of hierarchy.

"Uncle, do you want to send someone to follow?"

"No need."

Fang Xing knows the thoughts of ordinary people: they don't want to leave their hometown. They are grateful for the opportunity to live a stable life.

Sure enough, when it was dawn that day, flames lit up in the distance, and those flames came slowly towards this side.

"Is the porridge ready?"

After the man left, Fang woke up and asked someone to cook a large pot of meat porridge.

"Sir, it's cooked."

The servants have already had meat porridge, which seems to taste good.

"Welcome with me."

Fang Xing greeted them first. When he saw the torches, he also saw the men, women, old and young.

The frightened faces made Fang wake up a little sad. He arched his hands and said, "you must have known the previous words. Go home."

An old man came out, looked warily at the servant behind Fang Xing, and suddenly knelt down, "dare you ask Uncle, is your majesty kind now?"

Fang xingben wanted to help him up. When he heard the speech, he said, "Your Majesty is Renjun now. All the people in the central plains are happy."

The old man asked again, "uncle, dare you ask if the Mongolian Yuan people in the north are still raging?"

This is a man who has read a book. Fang woke up and said solemnly: "it's good to teach you. You know that the Mongolian Yuan people have been extinguished by the emperor's several northern expeditions in the year of Yongle. Daming has no great enemy in the north and has lived and worked in peace and contentment!"

The old man kowtowed to the West and said, "peace! Peace! Your majesty is wise!"

Fang woke up and avoided, watching those people kowtow and FRET in their hearts. When they got up, they asked, "listen to your accent with the smell of the north. Why?"

The old man said, "little uncle Fu."

Fang woke up and nodded. The old man said, "the young man was originally from the north, but he was a craftsman. Later, he was called to Fujian to work. He married and had children here. Later..."

The old man's face was a little gloomy and said, "the upper official exploited too much. The little one couldn't support his wife and children. He took them with him, and some of his fellow villagers from the North risked going to sea. Fortunately, they didn't die, so they settled down here. In the future, the little one will naturally be willing to pay taxes, but he just begged uncle not to take us back."

"Are you afraid of descendants and still have to be the registered residence of the artisans?"

When Fang woke up, he pointed out the old man's worry, and then the old man nodded with a deathly gray face.

Craftsman households are generally miserable and miserable as the former military households. As long as they are normal people, they are not willing to do it.

Fang woke up and turned his eyes. He couldn't bear to say, "you'll be here in the future. When the court sends someone to manage it, most of the craftsman households are gradually different. Naturally, whatever you want."