Chapter One Thousand Seven Hundred and Eighty-Three: Someone Wanted
"My nephew, Zhu Zhanji, pays homage to the Emperor. Long live the Emperor. Long live the Emperor." The handsome Zhu Zhanji knelt three times and knelt down on the gold brick.
Zhu Yunye did not use the etiquette of summoning Fan Guo to greet Zhu Zhanji today, but summoned Zhu Zhanji in the Palace of Qianqing.
If Zhu Zhanji was summoned with formal etiquette, he would be regarded as an envoy from a foreign country, which would make Zhu Yunye seem a little unkind.
Therefore, Zhu Yunye specially arranged to meet Zhu Zhanji in Qianqing Palace.
Seeing Zhu Zhanji bowing down, Zhu Yunye stood up immediately, laughed and walked down, holding Zhu Zhanji's shoulders with both hands, and said with a smile, "We are all descendants of Emperor Gaozu, why is my nephew so polite?"
"Come here, please sit down!"
Zhu Zhanji returned the greeting with a smile, feeling Zhu Yunye on his shoulders trying to force him down to sit on the Jin pier, but he sat down without resisting.
Zhu Yunye nodded with satisfaction, and then sighed, "How have you been doing since your fourth uncle went to America for so many years?"
Zhu Zhanji quickly stood up again, bowed with a wry smile and said, "In reply to the emperor, Xinming's life has not been good these years."
"Oh? It is said that Central America is not a land rich in products, so how can life be difficult?" After hearing Zhu Zhanji's words, Zhu Yunye felt relieved.
This is not because he has any malicious intentions, but because it was considered by Da Ming and Xin Ming.
If Xinming could stabilize his position and live well after just a few years in America, then Zhu Yunye would have to re-estimate Xinming's potential.
Although Da Ming and Xin Ming are not hostile to each other now, it is foreseeable that the two sides will definitely compete in the future. Now there is an opportunity to test Xin Ming's potential, and Zhu Yunye will not let it go.
After hearing this, Zhu Zhanji looked bitter and couldn't help but lower his head and said, "The American products are not bad, but there are too many natives. In recent years, most of Xinming's energy has been restrained by the natives, and he cannot use his hands and feet at all."
Zhu Yunye was very curious about Xinming, and almost every conversation was filled with him asking questions and Zhu Zhanji answering.
Through Zhu Zhanji's description, Xinming's situation is very bad.
It's not that they can't defeat the natives. In Xinming's eyes, the natives are just a bunch of native chickens and can be destroyed in one blow. But the number of people in Xinming is too small, and America is too big. Even if I work hard to survive, it is difficult to change this situation.
"Then why is my nephew coming to Ming Dynasty this time?" Zhu Yunye asked with a smile.
Zhu Zhanji quickly handed over his hand and said, "Back to the emperor, my nephew would like to ask the emperor if he can give a new group of people to the people."
Want the people?
The smile on Zhu Yunye's face quickly faded, and he looked at Zhu Zhanji with a cold face.
After a pause, he suddenly smiled and said, "My dear nephew, do you know what you are talking about?"
"Your Majesty, please calm down. Please listen to my nephew's explanation." Zhu Zhanji expected that the Emperor would be angry and said quickly.
Zhu Yunye suppressed the anger in his heart and stared into Zhu Zhanji's eyes. After a few breaths, he said expressionlessly, "Explain? Is there anything to explain? The people are the foundation of Ming Dynasty, how can I give it to you?"
"Your Majesty," Zhu Zhanji smiled bitterly and quickly changed his words, "If the people of the Ming Dynasty can't do it, then I wonder if the slaves from the overseas governor's offices of the Ming Dynasty can give us some?"
Zhu Yunye looked at him strangely and asked puzzledly, "Since there are so many Native Americans, you should have no shortage of talents. Why do you still need those slaves?"
With Zhu Zhanji's explanation, Zhu Yunye slowly understood
what happened.
Yes, there are many natives on the American continent. But these natives are also extremely xenophobic and completely hostile to the arrival of Xinming. They believe that people like Xinming have occupied the land and rivers that originally belonged to them, and they have been attacking Xinming from the beginning.
.
When Zhu Di first started, he still wanted to live in harmony with the surrounding indigenous people. After all, in his opinion, the Americas were so big that the indigenous people only occupied a little bit of land, and the rest of the country was a vast tract of unclaimed land.
Of course, whoever occupies the Borderlands belongs to the person who occupies it.
But Zhu Di did not expect that the terra incognita in his eyes was a territory regarded as inviolable by the indigenous people. Even if these indigenous people would never step into such terra incognita in their lives, they also believed that it belonged to
Their.
For this reason, he also took the initiative to attack Xinming, hoping to wash away the shame with the blood of Xinming people.
How could Zhu Di endure this?
I thought that Xinming's foothold was not stable and he wanted to take the initiative to build a good relationship with the natives, but he didn't expect that these natives would dare to attack him by kicking his nose and face.
So what else could Zhu Di be so polite about? He directly used his troops to kill the natives, their blood flowed into rivers, and they were completely defeated.
Although the natives were easily defeated, they did not give up. They made a sneak attack when Xinming was negligent in taking precautions, which greatly annoyed Zhu Di.
In the end, they simply sent out large armies to attack the surrounding natives. Each battle was a complete victory and many natives were captured.
Although they were able to easily defeat the indigenous attacks every time, Xinming's side had to lose some people every time.
Zhu Di didn't care at first. In the battle between the two armies, there were no undead people. As long as the losses were less than those of the natives, it would be a victory.
Zhu Di soon realized that something was wrong. Although the losses each time were not large, there were too many battles, and he couldn't stand it when they accumulated.
Although there were millions of people who followed him to America, placing these people in America was like sprinkling a few sesame seeds on a pancake as big as a pot.
There were only a few people there, so of course Zhu Di couldn't bear such continuous losses.
"Didn't you capture some natives as slaves?" Zhu Yunye didn't believe it.
Zhu Zhanji smiled bitterly, lowered his head and said, "Why not? At the beginning, we just pushed back the natives. Unexpectedly, they continued to harass them relentlessly. Later, we captured the invading natives and used them as slaves.
.”
"Firstly, it can prevent them from intruding after they return, and secondly, it can also be used to build the city."
Zhu Yunye nodded as he listened, with a smile on his face, and asked doubtfully, "Then you don't lack slaves, so why do you still need me to give you slaves?"
Listening, the bitterness on Zhu Zhanji's face became even stronger, and he nodded and said, "Your Majesty does not know that the natives speak a different language from ours, and they also advocate brutal violence. If they are not careful, they will riot and make sneak attacks. It is very difficult to manage them."
"As for why we need to ask the emperor to give some slaves, it's because the slaves in each governor's mansion can speak Mandarin."
I know how to speak Mandarin, and the reason is that simple.
The Xin Ming Dynasty needs slaves, but they are not really used as slaves for consumption. Such slaves can be captured directly from the indigenous people, so why do they need to travel thousands of miles to the Ming Dynasty to get them?
What Xinming really values is people who can speak Mandarin and communicate. Of course, the people of the Ming Dynasty are the best, but obviously Zhu Yunye will not agree to give the people of the Ming Dynasty to him. So Zhu Zhanji can only settle for the second best and choose such a slave. "My nephew, Zhu Zhanji, pays homage to the Emperor. Long live the Emperor. Long live the Emperor." The handsome Zhu Zhanji knelt three times and knelt down on the gold brick.
Zhu Yunye did not use the etiquette of summoning Fan Guo to greet Zhu Zhanji today, but summoned Zhu Zhanji in the Palace of Qianqing.
If Zhu Zhanji was summoned with formal etiquette, he would be regarded as an envoy from a foreign country, which would make Zhu Yunye seem a little unkind.
Therefore, Zhu Yunye specially arranged to meet Zhu Zhanji in Qianqing Palace.
Seeing Zhu Zhanji bowing down, Zhu Yunye stood up immediately, laughed and walked down, holding Zhu Zhanji's shoulders with both hands, and said with a smile, "We are all descendants of Emperor Gaozu, why is my nephew so polite?"
"Come here, please sit down!"
Zhu Zhanji returned the greeting with a smile, feeling Zhu Yunye on his shoulders trying to force him down to sit on the Jin pier, but he sat down without resisting.
Zhu Yunye nodded with satisfaction, and then sighed, "How have you been doing since your fourth uncle went to America for so many years?"
Zhu Zhanji quickly stood up again, bowed with a wry smile and said, "In reply to the emperor, Xinming's life has not been good these years."
"Oh? It is said that Central America is not a land rich in products, so how can life be difficult?" After hearing Zhu Zhanji's words, Zhu Yunye felt relieved.
This is not because he has any malicious intentions, but because it was considered by Da Ming and Xin Ming.
If Xinming could stabilize his position and live well after just a few years in America, then Zhu Yunye would have to re-estimate Xinming's potential.
Although Da Ming and Xin Ming are not hostile to each other now, it is foreseeable that the two sides will definitely compete in the future. Now there is an opportunity to test Xin Ming's potential, and Zhu Yunye will not let it go.
After hearing this, Zhu Zhanji looked bitter and couldn't help but lower his head and said, "The American products are not bad, but there are too many natives. In recent years, most of Xinming's energy has been restrained by the natives, and he cannot use his hands and feet at all."
Zhu Yunye was very curious about Xinming, and almost every conversation was filled with him asking questions and Zhu Zhanji answering.
Through Zhu Zhanji's description, Xinming's situation is very bad.
It's not that they can't defeat the natives. In Xinming's eyes, the natives are just a bunch of native chickens and can be destroyed in one blow. But the number of people in Xinming is too small, and America is too big. Even if I work hard to survive, it is difficult to change this situation.
"Then why is my nephew coming to Ming Dynasty this time?" Zhu Yunye asked with a smile.
Zhu Zhanji quickly handed over his hand and said, "Back to the emperor, my nephew would like to ask the emperor if he can give a new group of people to the people."
Want the people?
The smile on Zhu Yunye's face quickly faded, and he looked at Zhu Zhanji with a cold face.
After a pause, he suddenly smiled and said, "My dear nephew, do you know what you are talking about?"
"Your Majesty, please calm down. Please listen to my nephew's explanation." Zhu Zhanji expected that the Emperor would be angry and said quickly.
Zhu Yunye suppressed the anger in his heart and stared into Zhu Zhanji's eyes. After a few breaths, he said expressionlessly, "Explain? Is there anything to explain? The people are the foundation of Ming Dynasty, how can I give it to you?"
"Your Majesty," Zhu Zhanji smiled bitterly and quickly changed his words, "If the people of the Ming Dynasty can't do it, then I wonder if the slaves from the overseas governor's offices of the Ming Dynasty can give us some?"
Zhu Yunye looked at him strangely and asked puzzledly, "Since there are so many Native Americans, you should have no shortage of talents. Why do you still need those slaves?"
With Zhu Zhanji's explanation, Zhu Yunye slowly understood
what happened.
Yes, there are many natives on the American continent. But these natives are also extremely xenophobic and completely hostile to the arrival of Xinming. They believe that people like Xinming have occupied the land and rivers that originally belonged to them, and they have been attacking Xinming from the beginning.
.
When Zhu Di first started, he still wanted to live in harmony with the surrounding indigenous people. After all, in his opinion, the Americas were so big that the indigenous people only occupied a little bit of land, and the rest of the country was a vast tract of unclaimed land.
Of course, whoever occupies the Borderlands belongs to the person who occupies it.
But Zhu Di did not expect that the terra incognita in his eyes was a territory regarded as inviolable by the indigenous people. Even if these indigenous people would never step into such terra incognita in their lives, they also believed that it belonged to
Their.
For this reason, he also took the initiative to attack Xinming, hoping to wash away the shame with the blood of Xinming people.
How could Zhu Di endure this?
I thought that Xinming's foothold was not stable and he wanted to take the initiative to build a good relationship with the natives, but he didn't expect that these natives would dare to attack him by kicking his nose and face.
So what else could Zhu Di be so polite about? He directly used his troops to kill the natives, their blood flowed into rivers, and they were completely defeated.
Although the natives were easily defeated, they did not give up. They made a sneak attack when Xinming was negligent in taking precautions, which greatly annoyed Zhu Di.
In the end, they simply sent out large armies to attack the surrounding natives. Each battle was a complete victory and many natives were captured.
Although they were able to easily defeat the indigenous attacks every time, Xinming's side had to lose some people every time.
Zhu Di didn't care at first. In the battle between the two armies, there were no undead people. As long as the losses were less than those of the natives, it would be a victory.
Zhu Di soon realized that something was wrong. Although the losses each time were not large, there were too many battles, and he couldn't stand it when they accumulated.
Although there were millions of people who followed him to America, placing these people in America was like sprinkling a few sesame seeds on a pancake as big as a pot.
There were only a few people there, so of course Zhu Di couldn't bear such continuous losses.
"Didn't you capture some natives as slaves?" Zhu Yunye didn't believe it.
Zhu Zhanji smiled bitterly, lowered his head and said, "Why not? At the beginning, we just pushed back the natives. Unexpectedly, they continued to harass them relentlessly. Later, we captured the invading natives and used them as slaves.
.”
"Firstly, it can prevent them from intruding after they return, and secondly, it can also be used to build the city."
Zhu Yunye nodded as he listened, with a smile on his face, and asked doubtfully, "Then you don't lack slaves, so why do you still need me to give you slaves?"
Listening, the bitterness on Zhu Zhanji's face became even stronger, and he nodded and said, "Your Majesty does not know that the natives speak a different language from ours, and they also advocate brutal violence. If they are not careful, they will riot and make sneak attacks. It is very difficult to manage them."
"As for why we need to ask the emperor to give some slaves, it's because the slaves in each governor's mansion can speak Mandarin."
I know how to speak Mandarin, and the reason is that simple.
The Xin Ming Dynasty needs slaves, but they are not really used as slaves for consumption. Such slaves can be captured directly from the natives, so why do they need to travel thousands of miles to the Ming Dynasty to get them?
What Xinming really values is people who can speak Mandarin and communicate. Of course, the people of the Ming Dynasty are the best, but obviously Zhu Yunye will not agree to give the people of the Ming Dynasty to him. So Zhu Zhanji can only settle for the second best and choose such a slave.