Chapter 140 Zhu Yuanzhang’s attitude towards his family [please vote]

Quanzhou, a tall and brand-new gate tower.

Like a towering mountain, it appeared in front of the Persian Maru Ali.

Since the Ming Dynasty killed the local descendants of the Pu Shougeng family.

A larger and more magnificent Quanzhou City was rebuilt.

Especially outside the city of Quanzhou, a Jingguan built with the heads of Pu Shougeng and others was built, which further demonstrated the martial ethics of the Ming Dynasty!

Malu Ali was greatly shocked by this martial virtue.

Malu Ali looked at the Beijing Temple and the inscriptions, knowing what had happened here, and the curly beard on his face became trembling.

His lips were already trembling with excitement, and he managed to calm down after swallowing hard.

"Maru, come here quickly!"

Suddenly, a shout with a Quanzhou accent made the Persian Maru Ali recover from his shock.

The Persian Maru Ali immediately put on the kind smile inherent in businessmen and walked over with small steps.

"Master Zhang, what are your orders?" Persian Maru Ali smiled with a smile on his face.

This Ming official was already used to flattering lustful merchants.

He pointed his finger at the Persian Malu Ali and said to a Ming army leader on guard duty at the gate of the city.

"Master Jun, look at it, he can still say what we say!"

“So what if I can speak Chinese?”

The Ming army officer stared at Malu Ali seriously, as if looking at a military medal.

"The Semu people before could all speak Chinese, so they were not just beasts!"

After Malu Ali heard this, he was so frightened that he broke into cold sweat.

He had a better understanding of the killing of Semu people in Quanzhou.

The Semu people in Quanzhou were completely wiped out by the Ming Dynasty.

Those Quanzhou Semu people actually have the same ancestor as Maru Ali, and their appearance is exactly the same.

Malu Ali did not want to be killed by the Ming army as a result of military exploits.

"This military lord, I am not a Semu, I am a Persian, a good businessman, and a good citizen." Maru Ali said with a strange accent.

As Maru Ali finished speaking, a pocket full of silver coins was thrust into the hands of the Han army leader.

The Han officer measured it lightly with his hand, and he had an idea in mind.

Seeing that this curly-haired foreigner from the Western Regions was so knowledgeable, the Han officer decided to let him go.

"Then what goods did you bring?" the Ming army officer asked.

The Quanzhou official surnamed Zhang did not want to answer, but Malu Ali next to him spoke first.

"Master Jun, our country of Kang is rich in gems and horses. What we brought here this time are all gems and horses, as well as a large amount of spices and furs. They are all legal trades!"

"Legal sale? I'm afraid that the things you bring are legal, but the things you want to take away are not!"

The Han military officers sneered at this statement.

"May I ask Master Jun, are there any forbidden things that cannot be taken away?" Maru Ali asked immediately.

"My Ming Dynasty's books, horses, cattle, sheep, and dogs are all prohibited from being sold!"

This officer kept saying a lot of things that were not allowed to be sold.

Finally, he pointed at the dozen corpses on the city wall and continued.

"Did you see that these bastards from the Western Regions just wanted to leave with contraband. After we discovered it, this was the result!"

Maru Ali glanced again, and immediately nodded tremblingly to express his submission.

Since the opening of the Quanzhou maritime trade route, Zhu Hanke did not relax his vigilance and implemented strict embargoes on many goods.

Zhu Han ordered the Ming army in the City Shipping Department to strictly investigate all kinds of smuggling!

Especially for smuggling books, potatoes, sweet potatoes and other fine varieties, the death penalty was imposed.

If there is an accomplice, regardless of whether he is a Han Chinese or a Semu person, whether he is a civilian or an official, he will all be considered guilty.

"You don't dare, you don't dare. We Persians are all good people and we would never dare to do such things that violate discipline." Maru Ali immediately offered him another bag of silver coins.

After a while, several Han soldiers inspected the goods and waved their hands for Maru Ali and others to enter the city.

After entering Quanzhou City, Malu Ali finally felt a little more relaxed.

The streets are crowded with people, and the east and west markets are packed with goods.

Maru Ali and his party barely had enough eyes.

"Maru Ali, this is a place for business, which is also our Quanzhou Chamber of Commerce Inn. You can stay here."

The official surnamed Zhang from the Shibo Department stopped, pointed to a wide courtyard on the roadside and said.

As soon as Maru Ali saw it, he knew he had reached his destination.

The Persian caravan went in. As soon as they entered, Malu Ali immediately asked to see the local Quanzhou City Shipping Department official.

The manager of the Municipal Shipping Department was named Zhang Ju. After some inquiries, he gave Malu Ali a thirty-day trade visa.

Without this visa, no foreigner can do business in Quanzhou.

"Dear Steward, I am willing to offer you another gold coin to ask for your protection," Malu Ali said.

"Asylum? What protection?" Zhang Ju was slightly stunned.

It turned out that the semen Jingguan outside Quanzhou City had frightened Malu Ali, a Persian businessman, to death. Without the protection of Ming officials, he felt uneasy.

And he knew that Ming Dynasty's laws stipulated that private trade was allowed, but there was only one prohibition on illegal transactions.

This rule is like a red line that no one can touch.

Malu Ali knew it, but Malu Ali was a businessman who was good at human trafficking. If the Ming Dynasty did not allow human trafficking, he would suffer a big loss.

The only way is to seek refuge from Zhang Ju.

As long as he can save his life, he is willing to pay a huge amount of wealth.

After all, life is the most important thing, and as for money, it is all external things.

"Dear Steward, you may not be aware that we Persians have a traditional trade."

"It took us fifty or sixty days to arrive at Quanzhou City, and we walked more than four thousand miles..."

"We have gone through many dangers to bring these goods here. Please allow us to trade our goods in Quanzhou."

"What kind of goods are you transporting?" Zhang Ju, the manager of the city's parking department, asked.

Maru Ali said carefully: "Slave!"

Zhang Ju frowned and then said: "No, this is against my Ming law!"

Zhang Ju is very smart. He knows that he should not accept the products of Malu Ali and his gang now.

Because he knew that once he accepted the goods from Persian merchants, he must bear corresponding responsibilities.

"The law of the Ming Dynasty stipulates that you are not allowed to buy or sell your beloved as a slave privately, otherwise you will be punished!" Zhang Ju added.

"Sir, you can't do this!" Malu Ali suddenly panicked.

"Our goods, our goods are all high-quality Slavic female slaves, regardless of gender, they are of high quality and low price!" Maruali shouted eagerly.

If this batch of slaves cannot be sold in Quanzhou, they will go bankrupt.

Zhang Ju shook his head and smiled bitterly. These Persian goods were quite good, but the key point was that he could not accept them, nor did he have the right to accept them, let alone sell them privately.

Although Zhang Ju wanted the filial piety of this Persian businessman, buying and selling people was not something he, a small steward, could make the decision about.

"We in the Ming Dynasty don't need goods like yours, you'd better leave as soon as possible!" After Zhang Ju said this, he turned around and prepared to leave.

When Malu Ali saw this, he felt like the world was spinning.

He knew that his hope was dashed, so he immediately grabbed Zhang Ju and said, "Master Zhang, please tell me, who in the Ming Dynasty can make the decision to buy these slaves? I am willing to give you a 20% discount!"

Maru Ali said anxiously.

Zhang Ju saw how pitiful he looked, so he sighed and said, "His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Empire! Or His Royal Highness the King of England!"

After Zhang Ju finished speaking, he turned around and left.

After hearing this, Malu Ali was heartbroken. He knew he had to give it a try.

After he left, he immediately led his fleet to Yingtianfu, the capital of the Ming Dynasty, hoping to find the emperor of the Ming Empire in the capital of the Ming Dynasty and negotiate with him to let him purchase the slaves in his hands.

On the sea outside Quanzhou City, Malu Ali's merchant ships sailed towards the north.

"Our Persian goods are the best in the world. The Emperor of Ming Dynasty and the King of England will definitely like it!" Maru Ali showed a confident smile on his face.

In Yingtian City, an urgent message was delivered to Zhu Han's palace.
To be continued...