The situation is as expected by Cohen, the old Dutch fox, and Beiming is constantly increasing its strength in India! The fleet that set out from Hangzhou early in the morning was to march towards the subcontinent. The Pangu double-ten mast supply ship at the level of more than 200 meters was loaded with immigration, weapons, drugs, cement, tools and daily necessities, and spent countless East India Company's strength, and this is the third supply fleet set out this year.

The political tendencies of the Beiming began to tilt towards the subcontinent.

The East India Company is willing to invest so much, naturally because the returns from the subcontinent are so generous that even these shareholders are crazy about it. Eliminating the land, climate factors, and civilized productivity is a huge asset to the Ming Empire.

To be honest, Mao Jue's stall is a bit too big. After the war, the Ming Dynasty itself had many resources to restore. Then Southeast Asia needs population development overseas, and the vast Liaodong needs population cultivation. Now the New World Expedition Team has also discovered the main grain production area of ​​the United States in later generations and the vast Great Lakes Plain, which also needs people to develop! Even the more than 65 million people in the Beiming that have been growing like snowballing, Mao Jue is a bit inadequate to play.

In order to make up for the population shortage, Mao Jue has used the method of giving Ming dynasties to recruit people from the North Korea of ​​Li, who was influenced by the Chinese civilization circle, called himself a small Chinese, and this time, Japan, which recognized the identity of the Ming Dynasty and Greater China, recruited the population to reclaim.

Later generations of the United States built it with the hard work of black slaves and Chinese workers. To be honest, Mao Jue was not a saint. If he hadn't been too far from Africa, he might have had the idea of ​​beating the big black brothers! After all, only when the development continues, he is qualified to point to the corpse pits and repent, and accuse his ancestors of how inhumane they were. If he had not occupied this land, he would not even have the qualification to confess. In an ancient poem, he would have nothing to do with admiration.

Now there are no big black brothers, let the third brothers take the lead first!

At the port of Kolkata, the huge and heavy Pangu No. 1 had arrived at the harbor. This was a native laborer who shouted to carry the box down. On the other end, teams of immigrants shouted Simida down from the boarding ladder and looked at the hot subcontinent curiously. This scene always liked to stand on the city wall and look down in a lord-dominated manner. Wu Sangui, who looked down at the world, couldn't help but ask the counselor, Hewlett-Packard.

"Master, why are the recent immigrants all big-bread-faced?"

"Uh, this... maybe they all come from the three sides of Shaanxi, so you are willing to eat noodles!"

This was just a joke, a small episode. After the embarrassment, the HP monk lowered his voice again and asked dullly.

"What are you thinking about the proposal of the Lord, the person coming from the west?"

This suddenly emerged problem also pulled Wu Sangui's thoughts back from the immigrants who were rolling under him, making him lower his head with a headache and muttered involuntarily.

"If you succeed, you plan for the country; if you fail, you have nothing!"

...........

For some reason, Wu Sangui frowned, but he was pretty good. Nearly ten thousand kilometers away from him, Shanxi Datong, the dignified police chief is going crazy!

What does it mean to be self-deprecating? Changping is like this!

Good guy, it’s fine to become a nanny. At least, you can play some normal things. You can enjoy the first few days. Then Zhu Dao started to go to the gambling house like a female gambling ghost, playing nightclubs. During the day, he went to the messy gambling houses outside the city, followed a group of erratic and stinky sweat. At night, he transformed himself into a socialite, went to various high-end clubs, flirted with these rich second-generation young men.

Zhang Junrong is Mao Jue's veteran. Mao Jue's young wife Changping looks like he has a kind feeling of his daughter. However, it would be fine if he was Zhang Junrong's biological daughter. He dared to fall so depraved. He slapped and kicked her home with two big slaps and tears. Unlike now, he could only watch her.

Following him, his eyes were straightened, and there were two male and female guards. Several empty wine bottles had been placed in front of Chen Yun. Lin Wanru's face turned pale and shook his head with a heart-wrenching twitch.

"Your Highness's appearance will not be ruined when you go back, right?"

The more she thought about it, the more terrifying she became, her face turned a little whiter, she turned her head and asked Chen Yunjian, "Old Shen, if Your Highness is deposed, can Your Majesty spread the fire on us again? If you castrate yourself into the palace, I will be exiled to the sect and courtesy?"

"drink wine!"

Chen Yun raised his head and poured half a bottle of burning knife into his stomach with a rumbling sound. Then he poured himself on the table with a bang. With a thud, his head smashed a large piece of empty bottle.

He fell, Zhang Junrong had a rigid face and no one was talking. Lin Wanru talked to herself, but instead opened her mouth and muttered herself endlessly.

"I heard from them that they were sent to the Jiaofangsi and had strong martial arts to tie up and train. They had to pick up six or seven big men a day, the big men in Liaodong, the kind of big men in their bodies, the six-pack abdomen were hard like stones, and the strong biceps, wow, it was so scary!"

Haha! It's so terrible! The terrifying little face of Lin Wanru was flushed, holding her little heart intoxicatedly. Zhang Junrong finally snorted helplessly.

However, even the trained personal guards are so scattered to this level, with alcoholic alcoholism and random thoughts. Changping has not written a report for three months, and Shanxi newspapers have not been there for a day. Daming seems to have forgotten her, the sharp and vicious female editor.

Naturally, there was no trouble for her.

A few candles show a romantic and glittering hazy light and shadow. The Western steak that I don’t know where to copy it, the high-quality wines of Liaodong specialties are as rosy as blood, and the sweetness of the autumn frost. The half-intoxicated Thirteenth Princess leaned on the handrail, but she still held the wine glass with charming eyes.

"Mr. Cao, let's have another drink!"

Looking at the little face with a long red face under a silk evening dress, sitting opposite her, who was extremely inconsistent with the atmosphere, wearing a Yuanbao outer jacket and top scholar robe, and was almost flowing down like a Yuanbao. She was busy holding a wine glass and lit her chin shell.

"What the beauty said is! Let's drink, haha, it's all in the wine, drink!"

Nothing tasted was revealed. The 100 taels of Chongzhen's ten-year victory was poured into his stomach by him. However, Changping seemed to be more interested in this generous look. His provocative fingers were hooked in front of him, full of confusion. Her red lips opened and closed, and she joked in a daze.

"Young Master Cao is also the back of everyone. The ones you dug out in the Ketu coal mine in your house are gold, but you are really stingy. You are unwilling to buy a jade bracelet. It is said that the richer the person is, the stingy!"

He giggled, pointed his finger forward, Changping was carrying a naughty little nose with a 70-minute drunkenness, but laughed out loud with disrespect and mocking, and said with a nasal voice: "It turns out that your family's money is saved in this way!"

When he thought of Changping's fancy to the price of the bracelet, Young Master Yuanbao's old face turned pale. He picked up the wine glass and slurped it all over. This guy was not as good as the domineering president. He set off two atomic bombs to watch for the beauty as fireworks, and he started to hum sourly.

"What kind of money is it! It seems that I am glorious, but in fact I am a damn showcase for a chores, and I have 1,000 taels of silver a month. Beauty, don't make things difficult for me!"

"I don't believe you are the nephew of Cao Sanxi and the shopkeeper Cao! So much coal is produced in the mine, and you can feed people by dividing the Chengdu stocks!"

When this mentioned, it aroused the little fat man's anger. He slapped his thigh even more sourly: "Come on! All the silver produced in the mine was fed to the Tartars! The mine has not started working for two or three months, and the dog Tartars are not satisfied. They will increase every day! If you deduct it, I can't save that little money!"

"Fortunately, three months ago, the female editor-in-chief smashed her signature and scared those bastards who were slaves outside the pass. Otherwise, something might happen!"

Zhu Ma's little face twitched obviously, but after a smirk flashed across the corner of her mouth, the next second, she suddenly stood up and held her forehead and fell towards Master Yuanbao.

"Ha, it's so dizzy!"

"I'll help you!"

He was drinking and shopping, and he was waiting for it at this moment. The fat young master was drooling and reached out to support him, but before his hand touched Changping's delicate skin, he felt a piercing pain coming to his face.

"Oh, you broke, let go!"

His mouth was twitching. He finally pulled out the pig's hooves from Zhang Rongjun's hand and knelt on the ground with his swollen slap. Mr. Cao didn't recover for a long time. When he reached the duck, the editor-in-chief Zhu shook his body straight with an unnatural gravity, and staggered his hand at him.

"Mr. Cao, let's drink it again, and see you again next day!"

"Hey, hey! Miss, I've opened the room. Stay for one night before leaving!"

He was blocked by Zhang Junrong's strong shoulders and jumped high from behind. Master Cao shouted sadly.

.........

I was really drunk. Shen Yunjian, a full-time coachman, couldn't even climb up the carriage. He was thrown on the horse by Lin Wanru, while taking him with him, while the girl pulled her fingers and calculated that if she was sent to the Jiaofangsi, she would be trained by several tall and mighty men a day. Fortunately, she was an omnipotent soldier and rushed through artillery trucks in Liaodong in her early years. Seeing Changping wandering into the carriage by himself, Zhang Junrong was depressed. As soon as he turned over, he sat in the rushing position and waved his whip.

Under the moonlight, the carriage jogged, and while rushing, the old guy was still muttering in his heart, how could he persuade Changping? Who knew that when he was chanting lyrics, Changping's red face suddenly appeared from him, scaring him.

"Miss?"

Seeing Changping actually crawling out of the carriage, sitting next to him, he was confused for a moment, and gritted his teeth, Zhang Junrong still said unfavorably: "Your Highness, don't blame us for being straight-mouthed. Although he was not like Lao Zhang when he was young, the big girl didn't go out of the door, you have a good attitude at least! You are Concubine Ming, so indulging in this way, the empire face is spread..."

"Can I trust you?"

Suddenly, she was choked back by Zhu Mei's words. Looking at her flushed face, her eyes were filled with brilliance under the moonlight, so how could she feel drunk? Zhang Junrong was stunned on the spot!
Chapter completed!