Luzon, Manila Port, at the port, Spanish flags are flying everywhere...

A Spaniard wearing a black hat with feathers on the hat, metal armor on his body, leather boots on his feet, and a musket on his waist stood with his hands on his hips on a high platform built with boxes by the port.

He was looking proudly at the dark crowd around him.

Behind this man was a group of Spanish musketeers wearing armor and holding rifles.

A short man with a stature as small as a mouse, two whiskers, and a slightly strange pronunciation of Chinese. With a flattering smile on his face, he stood in front of the Spaniard with a pretentious look and was reading aloud from a book in his hand.

piece of paper.

"... I have sent an order to the chief of the Franco Kingdom that the Luzon tribe knows... The Luzon tribe killed me without any reason, and more than 10,000 Zhangquan merchants... Luzon is a desert island, a land of enchanted dragons and snakes.

For more than ten years, the small people of our sea country have been selling their domestic goods to other countries and trading with barbarians. Over the past ten years, we have established a general assembly. We have also taught our people the art of farming and managed their cities and buildings, thus becoming a imperial district.

A Zhuhai Kingdom... How can this person fail you, and how can he be so enraged that he kills ten thousand people?"

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"The culprit of the overseas battles is unknown. Among the four Chinese people, merchants are the lowest. How can they start a military revolution because they are untouchables? Also, among the merchants, they abandon their homes and travel to the sea, never to return until the winter. They are despised by their fathers, brothers and relatives, and there is no regret in abandoning them.

The army is turned against the enemy by laboring the army."

…

Surrounding these people were densely packed Chinese people living in Manila and maritime merchants at the port.

As soon as Xia Pingan opened his eyes, he found himself among the crowd and saw the Spanish flag flying on the port.

The atmosphere here is a little depressing...

Xia Pingan looked at the Chinese people around him. Every Chinese person had a look of sadness and indignation on his face, and many young people clenched their fists tightly.

…

Listening to the little man reading the contents of the paper in a strange voice, Xia Pingan was stunned, and four words immediately came to his mind, "Edict to Luzon", which was written by the Spanish colonists in 1603.

After the massacre of Chinese in Manila, Emperor Wanli of the Ming Dynasty responded to the Spanish in 1605.

In fact, after the Spaniards massacred tens of thousands of Chinese in Manila, the Spaniards were also frightened, fearing the Ming Dynasty's military retaliation, and then sent envoys to the Ming Dynasty to "apologize" in the hope of gaining the Ming Dynasty's understanding.

But in the end, the Spaniards did not wait for the Ming Dynasty's army, but for the "Edict to Lu Song" from Emperor Wanli.

——"The culprit of overseas battles is unknown. Among the four Chinese people, merchants are the lowest. How can we use untouchables to initiate military revolution..." It is this sentence in the "Edict to Lu Song" that laid the foundation for hundreds of years of Chinese war in Southeast Asia.

The tragic fate of being massacred for many years.

From then on, all the invaders and natives in Southeast Asia knew one thing - kill the Chinese, nothing will happen!

For China, this is really a great tragedy. The entire Ming Dynasty, until now, still regards the Spaniards who invaded Luzon as Francons, and they don't even understand who massacred tens of thousands of Chinese in Manila.

The so-called Francois were also the first to misname the Portuguese.

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Finally, the little man finally finished reading what was on the piece of paper in his hand. The Spanish man next to him waved his hand. With a humble smile on his face, the little man said a habitual Japanese sentence, humble.

He bowed and retreated.

"This is the letter written by Emperor Wanli of your Ming Dynasty to our governor. The letter is in the hands of our governor. You have all heard the content of the letter. This is not forged by us..."

The Spaniard could also speak Chinese, but his accent was even weirder. He raised the piece of paper in his hand proudly and said loudly, "From now on, Luzon belongs to Spain. Your emperor has abandoned you, and it is even more impossible."

I will avenge you and send troops here. You are just untouchables of Ming Dynasty. What happened in the past is over. You don’t have to think about it anymore. Ming Dynasty’s army will not come. You just do business honestly. That is the best thing.

OK……"

Having said this, a cruel smile appeared on the Spaniard's face. He waved his hand, and a group of Spanish soldiers on the dock appeared with more than thirty tied up Chinese.

Each of those Chinese had scars on their bodies and had been tortured beyond human form.

"We hope that you are doing the business that we allow you to do, not the business that is not allowed. Sweet potatoes are something we strictly prohibit you from bringing to the Ming Dynasty from here. Once discovered by us, it will be a death penalty!" The Spaniard pointed to those who were

The Chinese who were escorted out said, "They are the people who wanted to bring sweet potatoes from Luzon to Ming Dynasty in the past year. Today, I will let you know the fate of these people. I hope you will not imitate them..."

As the Spaniard's face turned cold and he waved his hand, the Chinese who were brought to the crowd were brought to the beach next to them by the Spanish musketeers and lined up in a row. The Spanish musketeers stood in a row.

Those who were several meters away raised their muskets...

"boom……"

The muskets were activated, gunpowder smoke rose, and all the Chinese lined up on the beach were shot.

Just shooting was not enough. After shooting, the Spanish musketeers also checked one by one to see if any of the people who had been shot were alive. If they encountered anyone who was not dead, they would add another blow.

The smell of blood and gunpowder mixed together reminded many people present of the Spanish massacre two years ago, and their faces turned pale.

After finishing the shooting, the Spaniard waved his hand, indicating that everyone could disperse.

Today's rally is the Spaniards' killing of chickens and monkeys, making the Chinese in Manila completely give up on the Ming Dynasty.

Most of the Chinese people dispersed, and only a few short Japanese people followed the Spaniards and left together with the Spaniards...

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"Bah, those Japanese slaves are bastards!" A man next to Xia Pingan spat at the backs of the Japanese, "My boss, these Japanese slaves are the worst. Two years ago, these Japanese slaves led the way and cooperated.

These red-haired devils killed many people in Manila..."

"Go back to the warehouse first..."

Xia Pingan said.

The warehouse was where maritime merchants like Chen Zhenlong settled when they came to Manila.

The sea trade between the Ming Dynasty and Luzon was very developed. The porcelain, silk and other items exported from the Ming Dynasty were the favorites of the Spanish colonists, while the various spices, copper, iron, tin and various furs and tortoise shells produced in Luzon

Coral, precious wood, and even some Western commodities were also hot sellers in the Ming Dynasty.

Chen Zhenlong was a maritime merchant traveling between Fujian and Luzon.

…

The merchants and sailors in the warehouse all experienced the scene on the dock just now, and the atmosphere was a bit depressing.

"Tens of thousands of people of the Ming Dynasty were massacred by these red-haired ghosts in Manila. The Ming Dynasty was indifferent and called us untouchables. Why did they call us untouchables and start a military revolution? This Ming Dynasty is going to die..." An older man

The maritime merchant drank wine and complained in the warehouse, shaking his head with a bitter look on his face, "I think back when Grandpa Sanbao went to the West, how majestic I was in the Ming Dynasty, but now I am being bullied by those red-haired ghosts in Luzon...

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"I have traveled thousands of miles to go to sea for trade. Every time I go back, the officials at the port are like wolves and tigers. They are always exploiting me. I have to pay a penny in taxes, but I am always a pariah!" Some people sighed, "The king treats his ministers like wolves.

Damn it, I treat you like a bandit!"

Emperor Yongli's "Message to Lu Song" indeed chilled the hearts of all Ming maritime merchants and Lu Song Chinese.

"I heard that Franji is also a small country in Europa, just like my province of Ming Dynasty. I didn't expect..."

"Everyone, sweet potatoes are good, but you should stop carrying them. It's a matter of losing your head!" The owner of the warehouse came out, smiled bitterly, and said to everyone, "Those red-haired ghosts inspected very strictly, so everyone left.

The cargo on the ships at the port will be carefully inspected, and if any sweet potatoes are found, they will lose their heads..."

"I won't take it with me, I won't take it with me anymore. So what if I take the sweet potatoes back? I'm not a pariah yet. Even if I can take them back, the court won't think highly of me. I might lose my head just because of this. It's not worth it.

!" The merchants all shook their heads.

The owner of the warehouse saw Xia Pingan and thought of the last two times that Chen Zhenlong often asked him about sweet potatoes. The owner of the warehouse quickly reminded him, "Zhenlong, you have to remind the crew and sailors on your ship that if someone brings sweet potatoes,

If you get on the boat, it will be bad, everyone on the boat will suffer..."

"Okay, thank you for reminding me, I understand..." Xia Pingan said calmly, shaking his head regretfully, "I can't take the sweet potatoes back, so I can only eat more here. I want to eat more today.

Fried sweet potatoes, Mr. Wang, please ask the kitchen to prepare them..."

“No problem, no problem, sweet potatoes are everywhere in Manila, you can eat as many sweet potatoes as you want!”

"It's a pity. The sweet potato is drought-resistant and easy to grow. It can be eaten raw or cooked. It has six benefits and eight benefits. It has the same effect as the five grains. This thing will be brought back to the Ming Dynasty. If the Ming Dynasty encounters a famine in the future, this sweet potato can save many people!

"Xia Pingan shook his head pretending to be regretful, "It's just that this thing is really not something that untouchables like us should worry about!"

At this time, if you want to take the sweet potatoes away from Manila, in addition to the courage and courage to fear death, you also need wisdom.

…

Before dinner in the evening, Xia Pingan left the warehouse for a while and came back in less than half an hour. When Xia Pingan came back, he had a sweet potato vine that was more than one meter long.

After dinner in the warehouse, Xia Ping'an returned to his cargo ship, then inspected the cargo ship and twisted the sweet potato vine into the cargo ship. Inside the water-soaked cable, there was nothing unusual about the cable's appearance.

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Two days later, a group of Spaniards boarded Chen Zhenlong's Fuan merchant ship in the city and carefully inspected all the goods, every corner and every person on the merchant ship. No sweet potatoes or other prohibited items were found, so Xia Ping'an was allowed to leave.

cargo ship departs.

After the ship completely left the Manila port, an old sailor on the ship came to Xia Pingan with trepidation and said, "My boss, why are you doing this?"

Xia Ping'an smiled slightly, "I am a failed scholar who abandoned Confucianism and became a businessman. I have no control over national affairs and it is useless to say anything. But I know that the people cannot live without food. I have read books for half my life. I don't know anything else, but I

Knowing that there are words of sages and Confucian principles in that sweet potato vine, I will do what I should do, even if I lose my head!"

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Xia Ping'an returned to Fujian with sweet potato vines and successfully tried planting them in his hometown. As a result, the next year, there was a severe drought in southern Fujian, the weeds were no longer green, the crops were not harvested, and hungry people were everywhere.

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"Fu ordered him to quickly find land to cultivate it, and it took four months to achieve success. Fu then ordered various places to plant it widely according to the law. The fruits were abundant, drought and hunger were relieved, and the soldiers and the people were happy. There were famines in Jiawu and Yiwei, and other crops were harvested.

But sweet potatoes are the only sweet potato, and 78 out of 10 villagers live on sweet potatoes.”

——"Xianshu Pavilion"

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The third world bead was successfully fused. Xia Pingan left the secret room and saw Jing Lao.
Chapter completed!