His Majesty!
I was actually standing with the emperor for punishment!
Under the scorching sun, Sun Erxi and others all looked a little dazed.
The people in the audience were astonished and more in awe.
It is well known that people who speak in tongues must stand in a standing position and have a sign hung up.
But they did not expect that one day they would see the emperor being made to stand for speaking in tongues... No, it was not made to stand, it was made to write.
"I like to speak Mandarin, not dialects."
Standing in front of the table, Zhu Xianhai wrote the signs with his pen. After writing each piece, he handed it to the waiting soldiers.
"Thank you, Lord Long Live, for the reward!"
When he took the sign, Sun Erxi was extremely excited. This was a sign written by the emperor!
What happened to the foreign emperor?
That's the emperor too!
Stained with imperial aura, that is the incense burned in eight lifetimes!
"Don't thank me, Erxi, remember, in the future, if you want to speak Mandarin, you must not only speak Mandarin, but also write Mandarin, and learn to read. Only in this way can you be successful!"
Zhu Xianhai said seriously.
"Yes, yes, grassroots... No, no, it's me, I understand."
Holding his chest high, Sun Erxi nodded repeatedly.
To put it in official terms, this is the rule he made. If you break it... accept the punishment!
Of course, this is also a manifestation of leading by example.
The most important thing is that after this incident, "Be a Chinese, speak Chinese, and write Chinese" will be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. When faced with the resistance of new immigrants, this is a living example of persuading others.
Perhaps the way of "displaying" a sign is a bit simple and crude, but it is effective.
At least time will tell.
In the next few days, Zhu Xianhai stayed in Saavedra Bay. With Nanhua's planning experience, he quickly had a certain plan for the bay, from the port to the city. In his plan, this
The future of this city will be the west gate of Nanhua, just like Los Angeles of Nanhua.
"Your Majesty, will this city be called Saavedra Bay from now on, or will it be named something else?"
"Linhai!"
After thinking about it, Zhu Xianhai said.
"From now on, let's call this place Linhai! The bay will be called Linhaiwan."
Linhai, a simple place name that is easy to understand. To hell with European names like "Saavedra Bay"!
Even Araucania, Zhu Xianhai decided to change its name to Shanxi! Shanxi in South China, Patagonia is Shandong in South China.
This is the naming method of China. Just like during the "Five Husties" in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the place names of the overseas Chinese states, counties, and counties where the Han people lived in the south were generally the same as the place names of the states, counties, and counties of origin.
Why are only British immigrants allowed to use names such as Cambridge and Victoria to remember their ancestral homeland? Why can’t the Chinese people remember their hometown by renaming it?
From beginning to end, during the few days near the bay, Maria looked at everything in front of her thoughtfully. Although she had just started to learn the "language of flowers", she still understood some of the words.
Finally, when she and Zhu Xianhai left, she looked at Zhu Xianhai and said in a somewhat puzzled tone.
"You are chinese!"
"You just know it!"
Zhu Xianhai laughed loudly.
"The orchid?"
"It's Nanhua! Hua means Huaxia!"
"Is it the language of flowers?"
"It's Chinese, your pronunciation is not standard!"
A critical attack silenced Maria.
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After leaving Linhai, Zhu Xianhai went to several Mapuche tribes. As a king, of course he had to inspect his territory. Before leaving Arauca... no, before leaving Shanxi, he had to comfort each tribe.
Tribe, show your presence.
This is true for large tribes, and it is no exception for small tribes.
In this way, it took Zhu Xianhai and his party nearly a month to set foot on the return journey. Unlike before, this time Zhu Xianhai took another mountain road. In the valley along the way, there was also a Mapuche tribe living in it. Only
A tribe of more than two thousand people.
Along the way, Zhu Xianhai just regarded it as a sightseeing tour. Sometimes he even jumped into the lake and swam for a while. Of course, it was a feast for the eyes. After all, Maria's figure was indeed very attractive, but that was it.
Already.
Perhaps it was because of the beautiful scenery along the way that they did not feel that the road was long. By the evening of the same day, the Mapuche people's tents had already appeared in their sight. After hearing the news, Chief Bakari and others arrived early.
Waiting for their arrival near the valley.
As the chief and his entourage entered the valley, the full picture of the tribe appeared in front of Zhu Xianhai. On the pastures in the mountains, the Mapuche people were grazing large groups of dairy cows, beef cattle, sheep and horses. There were cattle, sheep, and sheep everywhere on the pastures.
The group is like white clouds floating on the mountains.
"Maybe this is what the book says: "The wind blows through the grass and the cattle and sheep are seen."
While sighing, Zhu Xianhai seemed to understand why the Chileans wanted to conquer this place - every area in the Central Valley is so rich and fertile land, who wouldn't want to conquer it?
Like many Mapuche people, there are many people here who look a bit like mixed races, and there are also many European women dressed as Mapuche people. Their expressions are dull, and they just stand quietly in front of the tent.
Sometimes you will encounter some white slaves whose necks are chained together. They are also in ragged clothes, their eyes are dull, and there is no hope in their expressions...
These Europeans, both men and women, were the spoils of Mapuche raids on settlements.
"My master, in order to welcome you, I have specially prepared a small gift for you."
Chief Bakari's tone was flattering. On the way to the valley, he occasionally cast his eyes on the white woman traveling with the king, which convinced him that his choice was not wrong. Who doesn't like beautiful white women?
What about women?
Among tribes, beautiful white women have always been the best gifts, and the white women around the king made him believe that his gift would definitely please the king.
"Oh, really? You are interested!"
Zhu Guoqiang smiled slightly and looked towards a tent on the hillside, where someone seemed to be watching him.
The woman standing by the tent looked at the Europeans traveling with the Mapuche people in surprise. No, they were just wearing European-style military uniforms. It seemed that the Mapuche people respected these strangers very much.
Suddenly, the woman's eyes were filled with surprise, and even more so, she shouted to her sister urgently.
"Sister, look, it's him, it's him!"
The haggard-looking woman sitting in the tent heard her sister's cry, got up and walked over.
"Who are you talking about?"
Before she could reach the door, she heard her sister standing by the door shouting,
"Zhu, Zhu, I'm here, I'm here, Zhu, come and save me, save me..."
This chapter has been completed!