Chapter 1911 This Is the Strength of Mingren

Bastian didn't expect Fang Xing to be so direct, he said in astonishment: "Yes, we are here to seek the friendship of the great eastern country."

Fang Xing frowned and said: "If you want to seek friendship, then I don't care about this matter. Supervisor, you come."

Fang Xing turned around and entered the palace. Wang He smiled and said sinisterly, "What friendship? What kind of friendship did you talk about when we met for the first time? Who knows if you guys are thinking about getting some benefits from Daming."

Seeing Fang waking up, Bastian said dissatisfiedly: "This is not in line with diplomatic etiquette! I heard that Ming Dynasty is a state of etiquette, but what I saw was not. You will all be disappointed because you have rejected our hand."

Wang He said disdainfully: "Don't mess with this, those civil officials in Daming are more fake than you, so go live first, and take you back later."

Bastian still wanted to argue, but Wang He acted like an extravagant father-in-law, and ordered: "Take them in and resettle them, arrange someone to watch them, and don't run around."

"It's not fair!"

Bastian yelled, and then several saber sergeants came over and pointed to the palace.

...

"They should be messengers."

Fang Xing was eating grilled chicken, the chicken here tastes really good, no matter it is fried or grilled, it is good.

Sitting opposite him, Wang He unceremoniously twisted a chicken leg and bit it.

Fang Xing took a sip of the local wine, looked at Bastian and the others who were escorted in from a distance, and said with a sneer, "It's just a shabby household, do you dare to compare it with Daming?"

Wang He chewed the chicken and said vaguely, "So you did it on purpose?"

"certainly."

Fang Xing wiped his hands with a towel, and said, "Taixi is in chaos at the moment, but she has always been pregnant with the seeds of innovation. It only takes one chance, and they will become wild wolves, so why should I give them face?"

Wang He thought about it, and felt that this was wrong, so he said: "At that time, they will say in the court that you humiliated the envoys of foreign feudal vassals. And... Eh! They actually use sheepskin, no paper?"

"It's just a habit."

Fang Xing doesn't know what Frank is like now, but the Hundred Years War should still be going on, but they still have the intention to send envoys when the country is about to be destroyed, which makes Fang Xing very puzzled.

But the missions who were brought into the two wooden houses were discussing.

"Bastian, that earl is really wise? But he looks so young. Could it be that he is a prince? He must be the emperor's favorite."

A man looked outside the door and then analyzed Fang Xing's identity, but Bastian shook his head and did not approve of this analysis.

"Didn't you pay attention just now? Those natives are being driven, and the buildings here should be the original ones, which means that they haven't occupied this place for long."

Bastian said reservedly: "What does this mean? It means that they are expanding, and Meat Charming is also..."

He stopped talking suddenly, and then pointed out the door.

There was no one guarding the door, but Bastian believed that someone must be watching them secretly.

A man quietly touched the door,

Then he looked around sharply, turned around and shook his head.

Bastian felt relieved, and said in a low voice, "Be careful what you say in the future, and don't let Ming people overhear."

Everyone nodded knowingly, and Bastian said: "The charming woman is restless, Ming people will feel the pressure sooner or later, and we, we will be honored guests, you may be able to have some... wonderful with the passionate Ming women happened."

A muffled laugh echoed in the room...

...

The knife on the roof quietly touched the side, then turned over and fell to the ground.

"My lord, I don't understand what they are saying."

Xiaodao went to report his discovery to Fang Xing with a sad face. As a scout, language is the greatest enemy, and what Bastian and the others said was nonsense to Xiaodao, and he couldn't understand.

"It's okay, no need to pay attention."

Fang Xing was also very troubled by this problem, but no one in Ming Dynasty could understand Frank's language.

"How about... torture?"

Wang He swung his finger like a knife, and suggested viciously.

"No need, we will leave here when the people from Old Port arrive."

...

Half of the people Shi Jinqing brought were from Ming Dynasty, and the other half were natives who had returned to Ming Dynasty. Everyone was fully armed.

"It's settled like that?"

Shi Jinqing went all the way to the palace, and Fang Xing received the news that he was already packing his things with his people and was ready to leave.

"It's just a bunch of chickens and dogs."

Fang Xing picked up his long knife casually, and said: "My methods are a little tougher, you can relax a little bit, and then watch them build the road. In a word, build the road, understand? I want to build a road through Sumatra all the way. path of."

Shi Jinqing nodded subconsciously, and murmured: "The people here used to be vicious, but now seeing them so obedient, I can't believe it!"

The sergeants around were watching the prisoners carrying things, mostly food and water.

When a group of natives came out carrying the boxes, Shi Jinqing couldn't help but take a few extra glances at their strenuous steps.

"It's gold and silver."

Fang Xing finally warned: "Remember, what Ben wants is the road, without the road we can't do anything!"

Shi Jinqing nodded, watching teams of natives carry the boxes out of the palace, and then sent them to

to the bullock cart.

There are a lot of cattle raised here in Sumatra, and there are also a lot of cheese.

Rows of ox carts set off slowly, escorted by the Ming army armed with live ammunition.

This is a trophy, and it will be returned to Daming with the fleet as the most powerful proof of the great wealth overseas.

The last one came out was the Frankish mission. Fang Xing glanced at them, then got on his horse and said, "Benbo is going to look for His Highness the King of Han. Keep an eye on Sumatra and prepare more food to provide supplies for the return journey of Zheng He's fleet."

After speaking, Fang Xing rode out of the palace, followed by the servants behind him.

"We're going to Daming."

Although he was under house arrest for a day, Bastian didn't panic. He felt that Fang Xing didn't give him a chance to communicate, otherwise he would tell the other party how great Frank was.

"Get in the car!"

The Ming army shouted from behind, and the interpreter felt that he had boarded a pirate ship. If he had known that the Ming people despised the Frankish mission, he would not take risks for money.

After everyone got into the bullock cart, the interpreter was still regretting.

They have experienced too much suffering along the way, escaped from death many times, and have to use money to buy the road. But even so, there were still heavy casualties.

The bullock cart staggered all the way to the beach, and saw that the natives had resumed their normal work along the way, and when they saw the Ming army, they just stood on the side of the road and bowed their heads.

"No one dares to take a second look, these natives are really cowardly."

Someone in the mission muttered, Bastian nodded, he also felt that these natives were too weak.

Someone dawdled behind him, then approached Bastian.

"Bastian, this place is really rich, and these natives are weak..."

There was greed and bewitchment in this voice, Bastian's heart was hot, and he whispered: "This place has been conquered by the Ming people, yes, it has already been conquered."

The companion behind said regretfully: "Yes, such a wonderful place..."

wonderful place...

Bastian felt that this metaphor was correct, until when he got to the seaside and saw the huge treasure ship, he felt the heat in his heart meet the ice.

"This is Mingren's strength..."