Chapter 1426 Ningbo, Ningbo!

"God bless you! These two large ships of the Japanese people are so light and agile, which is really good! However, the sailors of the kingdom are still not very familiar with the operation of the vertical sails, and they need to slowly explore. If I had known earlier, I should have exchanged a few senior sailors from the Japanese fleet..."

"Well, when we arrive at the sacred port of Karafuto, we have to ask the Japanese captives and immigrants. There are also two Korean sailors on the ocean-viewing ship who have not been sent back to the kingdom. They should also know how to operate this vertical 'Tang ship vertical sail'. Strange, the name revealed by your majesty is clearly 'Da Ming Han Tribal Alliance'. Why do the Japanese call them 'Tang'? In addition to 'Tang ships', there is also 'Tang books'?"

The river is surging, and the tide is falling. The night covers the earth, with only the stars in the sky. Zuvaro stood at the bow, looking up at the sky full of stars, and felt that it was far away and clear, reflecting the high, beautiful, and difficult to reach Kingdom of God. He was silent and looked out for a long time, sketching the magnificent north in his mind and planning the next arrangements.

"Next, have a good gathering with the clan chieftains of the various tribes in Beiyu, my wife's brother-in-law, and my father-in-law. Give them some long spears and short swords, some heavy rattan bows, and dozens of stones of rice. Arrange a few kingdom warriors to intermarry with local tribes and continue to train tribal soldiers... At the same time, arrange a fleet to transport craftsmen and goods to Shenhuata Port. It is estimated that it will take two round trips. Especially these cows and horses that take up space need to be carefully taken care of, which is much more troublesome than transporting people!..."

"After all this is done, we have to go north to the port of the dense forest and the big river, to the Nurgan ruins occupied by the Maha tribe... Well, you can bring the man who can build a city... Let's call him Azhu! Bring him to help the Maha tribe design the fortress, repair it well, and make it stronger. Don't be inadvertently destroyed by other tribes!... Well, Aguda, that guy, is fierce and cunning. Even if he encounters a large group of enemies, he probably won't be destroyed, but he may escape into the vast old I can't find him in the forest anymore... No, I have to protect him and the opportunity to recruit fish-skin warriors!"

"Get some more powerful fish-skin warriors from the Maha tribe. Then find a guide from the dog tribe and try to gather some of the dog tribe to make them move south... With this batch of food from the people, the scale of Shenhuatai Port can be expanded again! The potato fields in the port have been planted and there should be some harvest in October, but I don't know how high the yield is... I have already told Sen Fox that next time we trade, bring more food and take as much as you can! ..."

"Edible food, warriors who can fight, craftsmen who can make things, cattle and horses that can reproduce... As long as this trade circle is driven by gold and Shenhuatai Port continues to grow... The foundation of the kingdom in the West Sea Continent will be established, and it will be more and more stable!"

At this moment, Zuvaro saw the "Big Dipper", a string of bright stars, which is the symbol of "war and protection" in Nahua mythology. From Kamchatka to Ezo, the kingdom's foothold in Northeast Asia was so tortuous and difficult! Only by experiencing "wars" of collisions can we "guard" the original beliefs and ideals. And what is the original ideal?

"Bring back the skilled craftsmen of the West Sea Continent, bring back the crops and livestock of the West Sea Continent, and unite all possible Jiao people. Let the Jiao people learn and develop from the friendly West Sea Continent, and resist the century-old invasion of the white-skinned evil demons of the East Sea!..."

Zuwaro murmured, never forgetting this original ideal. Even though he has experienced countless storms and waves, experienced various dangers and hardships, and brushed shoulders with death countless times in the cold. Even though, in the process of pursuing his ideals, he had to sacrifice his "color", harvested ten "wings", and dedicated too much to the Lord God... Even though he was firmly bound by the shackles of the West Sea Continent and could no longer return to his hometown in the Kingdom of the Lake, he never regretted it!

"Lord God bless you! Your Majesty, I have never forgotten my original mission and will do my best to complete it... And you, please believe and support me as you did at the beginning, and give me more rights! I need to gather more tribes, master more power, and create a broader union for the Jiao people..."

"Perhaps, in the end, in this cold north, I will establish a city-state vassal state of the Lake Kingdom for my descendants! But no matter what, I am pious and loyal to the Lord God and you!..."

At this moment, after seeing the true power of gold, Zuwaro also completely understood what the two thousand kilograms of gold in his hand meant in this West Sea Continent! And once more kingdom gold is continuously transported, the infinite possibilities in the future and the opportunities after the power is gathered are enough to make people tremble!

"From north to south, the Yamaga tribe, the Fishskin tribe, the Ainu tribe, and the Japanese tribe... just like the four stars in the line of the seven stars, they are all connected by the power of the Lord God and gold... and what are the last three stars in the south?..."

"Presumably, they can only be the Korean tribe, the Mongolian tribe, and the Ming tribe... that is, the three powerful alliances predicted by your majesty! ... And the three letters, no, four letters pressed on the bottom of the ship! When can they be delivered to the Great Tratoani of these four powerful alliances? Unfortunately! The strength of the kingdom here is still too weak..."

Zuvaro has no answer to this question. He knows too little, and the world of East Asia is too vast. However, he now has another way to gain knowledge, which allows him to know more! Even if it is just those past inherited epics, remembering the West Sea tens or hundreds of years ago...

"Tang Books!...Books from the Ming-Han Tribal Alliance...Books that I can barely recognize!..."

"Lord God bless! Seven stars gather to form the wisdom of turquoise! ​​Please enlighten me with your omnipotent wisdom!..."

Zuvarro prayed devoutly for a moment to the starry sky. Then, he finally returned to the captain's cabin and lit a whale oil lamp. Next to the lamp, there was a stack of "Tang Books" that he had finally exchanged for, all of which were carefully selected by Morino Kiyoshi.

"Well...let me take a good look! What magnificent epics and poems are recorded on these paper inheritance boards! Which one should I read first?...Oh! Just this one! Sen Fox was reluctant to give it to me, and the one he almost didn't give me must be the most precious one!..."

With this thought in mind, Zuvarro opened the "New Words by the Lamp" with great anticipation. Then, he read it vertically from top to bottom with great effort, trying to break sentences bit by bit, and recited.

"I have compiled all the strange and bizarre events of the past and present into "Jian Deng Lu", which has 40 volumes. Those who are interested in it often tell me about recent events, which are no more than a hundred years old, and only a few years old... On the first day of the sixth month of the eleventh year of Hongwu, Qu You from Shanyang wrote this in Dayin Hall, Wushan..."

"The eleventh year of Hongwu? This should be another chronology of the Ming tribe, just like the eleventh year of Yongle on the stone tablet before! I just don't know, which one is earlier, Hongwu or Yongle?... As for this Shanyang and Wushan, where are they?"

Zuwa Luo pondered for a while, and wrote down another year and two place names. Then, he eagerly turned over the preface and came to the main text at the back. As he read it, his eyes widened in surprise! A distant country slowly unfolds from the book, describing the magnificence and charm of the south, and the prosperity and wealth of the south of the Yangtze River, like an untouchable heaven on earth...

"Such a good book is banned. So I have to buy it from foreign ships to see it... What a pity! Just like the Zhejiang Maritime Customs, it prohibits Zhejiang people from going to sea... The laws are much stricter than those in Fujian and Guangdong... So I have to try every means to borrow the name of foreign ships to go to sea for business... And how can the rise of my Chongming Shi family be separated from the word "sea trade"? "

The moon sets in the sky, and the sun rises on earth. In the Ming Dynasty, six or seven thousand miles away, a man wearing a square scarf put down the "Jian Deng Lu" in his hand and sighed faintly. He blew out the candle on the table, watched the sky gradually brighten, and then called out in a low voice to the courtyard of blue bricks and white tiles.

"Come here, take my invitation and go to the governor's mansion to pay your respects! Just say that I am Sicheng, the student, and would like to see you in three days. I am presenting this invitation as a courtesy... Then hand over the gift and the letter respectfully, and give the gatekeeper a big envelope!..."

"Yes! Master!..."

The servant bowed respectfully and backed out of the courtyard of the study. When he walked out of the elegant courtyard, walked through the two-entry mansion, came to the open front yard, and pushed open the dark red door... the prosperous Ningbo Port instantly unfolded before his eyes!

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