The governor of New Spain, in principle, managed all Spanish overseas territories.
The first governor of New Spain was Antonio Mendoza, a nobleman of Spanish royal descent.
Historically, this guy was appointed in 1529, but he felt that America was too desolate and boring. So he lingered in Europe and set out slowly, then stopped when he arrived in Cuba, unwilling to go to the inhospitable Mexico.
It wasn't until 1535 that Mendoza finally arrived in Mexico, and then frantically amassed money and embezzled money.
Now, Spain was defeated in Guatemala, and the news spread back to Europe several years ago. Mendoza was severely reprimanded by the king, and finally took office a few years earlier than the original time and space. He also brought a troupe and stayed in Mexico City all day long.
Enjoy the opera.
A few days ago, Guatemala was attacked again, and the military news that the silver mine was lost came, and Governor Mendoza finally became a little sober.
Then, continue listening to the opera.
He is a member of the royal family, so how can he want to stay in Mexico? He just wants time to pass quickly, and he can take his money back to Europe to enjoy his life. America is really too desolate here.
When he heard that the Chinese envoy was visiting, Mendoza became immediately interested, took out his gorgeous dress and looked forward to it.
After waiting for several days, the Chinese envoy finally arrived. Mendoza went out to greet him personally. He wanted to see what the people in the distant Silk Country looked like.
I saw a group of people in the distance coming from the channel between the lakes. Walking a little closer, Mendoza finally saw the situation clearly.
The leader of the mission was dressed in luxurious silk clothing and an exotic little hat (a small crown for hair), and walked towards him with a confident step. The military attache next to him had fish scales all over his body reflecting the sun, which was obvious at a glance.
He is a noble and mighty Chinese knight.
As expected of the Silk Nation of the East, Mendoza was so impressed by his appearance alone that he wanted to invite him to the opera immediately.
Both parties revealed their identities, and Huang Liang clasped his fists and bowed, saying: "Huang Liang, the envoy of the Ming Dynasty, has met His Excellency the Governor of the Western Kingdom."
After hearing the Qin and Han translation, Mendoza also pressed his chest with one hand and saluted: "XXXX·XX·XXX·XXX·XXXX·XXXX·XXXX·XX Antonio Mendoza, Governor of New Spain, is very happy to meet with the Chinese envoy."
Huang Liang looked puzzled and asked the translator: "With so many people, who is the governor?"
The Western traitor to the Qin and Han Dynasties could only explain: "In Spain, the longer the name, the nobler the bloodline."
Huang Liang smiled disdainfully: "Princes, generals and prime ministers, would you rather have the right kind?"
Mendoza looked at Qin Han curiously and asked, "What did Mr. Messenger say?"
The Qin and Han Dynasties were able to communicate in Chinese on a daily basis. They understood this sentence and said bravely: "The Chinese envoy said that the blood of your Excellency the Governor is very noble."
Mendoza said happily: "What is Mr. Messenger's full name?"
Qin and Han replied: "Chinese people's surnames only have one or two characters. But their nobles, in addition to their surnames, also have a character and a nickname. The envoy's surname is Huang, his name is Liang, his courtesy name is Tongming, and his name is Xihai Jushi
."
A long string of Chinese characters was spoken, which made Mendoza confused. The messenger in front of him was indeed a Chinese noble!
Huang Liang asked: "What did you tell him?"
Qin Han replied: "The governor thought that he was a great nobleman. The Spaniards pay attention to blood, and the nobles will not negotiate with the common people."
Huang Liang smiled and said: "Okay, then I will be a noble. Present the gift!"
A soldier came up with the box and handed it to Mendoza's adjutant.
Qin Han said: "Your Majesty the Governor, this is a meeting gift given to you by Mr. Envoy."
Mendoza opened it immediately, held it in his hand and took a look, his eyes immediately widened.
There is a vase in the box, which looks like gold but not gold, looks like copper but not copper, looks like porcelain but not porcelain, it is graceful and luxurious, gorgeous and colorful.
Europeans admire Chinese culture very much. Even during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, European aristocrats liked to use Chinese utensils and would wear Hanfu for cosplay parties. Anyone who had a piece of top-quality porcelain would definitely be the most beautiful in the aristocratic circle.
That thing is equivalent to a limited edition Hermès, LV.
Mendoza, a Spanish nobleman, was so excited about a bottle that he asked, "Is this porcelain?"
Huang Liang smiled and said: "Cloisonne."
Cloisonné is an artistic treasure that combines Chinese and Western styles. At first, it was only available in royal palaces, but gradually wealthy people also kept it privately for fun.
The price of this thing was very expensive, and Chen Li only bought three pieces. This time he spent a lot of money.
Mendoza couldn't put it down while holding the cloisonné bottle, and then he began to worry about what he should give as a gift in return. If he didn't give a gift that was up to the mark, he would inevitably be looked down upon by this Chinese nobleman, and it would also seriously affect the status of his own royal family.
face.
After much thought, Mendoza gave up because even if he returned to Spain, he didn't know what gift he would get in return.
This bottle is worth a castle in Europe!
This is not an exaggeration or a metaphor. Top-quality porcelain can really be exchanged for castles in Europe. Historically, nobles did trade castles for porcelain, but the original owners of the porcelain were not happy.
Mendoza became more respectful and enthusiastic, constantly thanking Huang Liang for the greeting.
Huang Liang pointed to the syphilitic prisoners of war behind him and said: "These Spanish soldiers were captured by us on the battlefield. The Ming Dynasty is a country of etiquette, not a country of barbarians. We are here to return your prisoners."
After hearing Qin and Han's translation, Mendoza was even more convinced.
Sure enough, it is a great and mysterious Eastern civilization. Even in desolate colonies, it still retains such gentlemanly demeanor. If it were Europe, it would be okay to return prisoners of war, but they must be redeemed with money.
You see, China is very civilized. Not only do they give away priceless bottles, but they also send captives without taking any money.
Mendoza enthusiastically invited Huang Liang into the city and asked his subordinates to prepare the most sumptuous food for the reception. The meal time had not yet come, and there were no diplomatic negotiations, so Huang Liang was dragged to enjoy the opera.
After an opera performance, Mendoza introduced him like a treasure: "Mr. Messenger, I hired these opera singers from Milan at a high price. They originally didn't want to come to Mexico with me, so I paid gold coins to settle their families.
.Mr. Messenger, are you satisfied with this opera?"
Huang Liangliang nodded and said: "A very powerful troupe, they can sing so high-pitched without even breathing."
Qin Han translated: "Mr. Messenger said that the Governor's troupe is very perfect."
Mendoza said happily: "Is there such an opera in China?"
Huang Liang secretly called him a country bumpkin and said, "In China, even ordinary people can go to the theater to watch social performances."
Qin Han translated: "In China, civilians can also enjoy opera."
Mendoza exclaimed: "Marco Polo is indeed right. China is a paradise full of gold. Even the common people are so rich."
Mendoza took Huang Liang and played in Mexico City for half a month.
In fact, there is nothing interesting, except for the governor's troupe which is not bad. Apart from brothels, casinos and taverns, there are no decent entertainment facilities in the city.
Mendoza probably also felt embarrassed and finally took the initiative to initiate diplomatic negotiations.
The two sides chatted a lot, and Huang Liang finally said: "I already know that the southernmost town in Spain is called Gutierrez. Our two sides use Gutierrez as the boundary, and the north is the land of Spain.
, the south is the land of the Ming Dynasty. How about it?"
Mendoza called his deputy and asked, "Are there any gold or silver mines over there in Gutierrez Town?"
The adjutant replied: "Nothing has been found yet."
Mendoza immediately said: "Well, the three miles south of Gutierrez are all Chinese colonial territory."
Fari?
The Western traitor Qin Han was stupid. He didn't know how to translate it, nor how to convert it.
The two sides simply made gestures on the table, first determining how long a foot was, and then converting how far a foot was. Finally, Huang Liang figured out that the 3 miles mentioned by Mendoza was roughly equivalent to more than 20 miles in the Ming Dynasty.
Ten miles south of the town are all Ming colonies?
This has exceeded Huang Liang's expectations, but Mendoza said it so easily that people can't help but want to rip him off.
Huang Liang shook his head with a serious expression: "Your Majesty the Governor, what I mean is that Gutierrez Town belongs to the Ming Dynasty."
Mendoza was stunned for a moment, and then felt extremely ashamed. He was given a priceless piece of art as a gift, but he could not even part with a colonial town. Mendoza changed his words in embarrassment: "Three miles north of the town belongs to Spain. Of course.
, the Spaniards in this small town will not be handed over to China, they can move north."
Huang Liang had some doubts about life and felt that he was too kind-hearted, so he quickly said: "It's 10 miles north of the town."
"Okay." Mendoza nodded readily.
Huang Liang pinched his thigh secretly. If he had known it, he would have said 100 miles!
The adjutant said anxiously: "Your Excellency, Governor, you cannot negotiate like this!"
Mendoza asked back: "Don't you know that that cloisonné bottle is enough to buy countless lands? This is a colony with infinitely vast land. Even if the Chinese want the south, we can develop north, and the north is still there.
There are endless lands and countless natives waiting for us to conquer. I am the governor and I have the final say. There are no gold or silver mines there anyway."
The two parties immediately signed the treaty, in Chinese and Spanish, in duplicate.
No one has any geographical concepts or detailed maps of Central America. Neither Mendoza nor Huang Liang knew that this nonsense treaty also assigned the Yucatan Peninsula to China. There are also Spanish ports there, and China
The gold and silver dug out of the Americas were shipped from that port to Cuba, and from Cuba back to Spain.
Of course, it doesn't matter. When a new governor comes, he will definitely not recognize this treaty, and he will definitely not be willing to hand over the port.
But at least during Mendoza's term, the Spaniards in Gutierrez Town must move north collectively and hand over the mature land they have cultivated to Chen Li.
They are all land, but there is a difference between raw land and mature land. It takes a lot of manpower and time to cultivate raw land.
As a result, a third town in Shengzhou also existed, named "Tongming Town" to commemorate Huang Liang's contribution.
Huang Liang felt that he had cheated Mendoza, and Mendoza also felt that he was sorry for Huang Liang.
In Mendoza's mind, that cloisonné bottle could buy many small towns in the colony.
In order to show his noble demeanor, Mendoza took off his sword and solemnly presented it to Huang Liang as a return gift.
Six months later, the contents of this treaty were reported back to Spain. The king was so angry that he wanted to swim across the Atlantic Ocean himself and strangle Mendoza to death with his bare hands.