Chapter 772: Fuqingfang

  Chapter 772 Fuqingfang

  The kings on Liuqiu Island neither paid tribute to the Sui Dynasty nor surrendered to the Tang Dynasty. They are happy and carefree on the island.

   "So if we want to go to Liuqiu Island, there won't be any hidden danger?" Cheng Chumo pinched the beard of his chin and laughed.

  Before playing Beisha Island, he made a lot of money, but it also caused Qin Lang to be punished by the emperor. He was fined just now, so he can't do it again and again.

"The governor of Fuzhou once sent people to the island to appease them, but unfortunately no one paid any attention to it. Even the Guangzhou Municipal Bureau of Shipping had previously sent people to the island to invite them to pay tribute to Chang'an, and told them that there would be many rewards for paying tribute, but these fans did not I still remember how the Sui army attacked them back then, so I was very taboo towards the Central Plains, and I didn’t want to have official contacts at all, saying that I was afraid of being deceived.”

Once bitten, twice shy.

When Chen Ling and Zhang Zhenzhou led troops to the island, they sent people to the various departments at the beginning, saying that they brought a lot of goods to trade, and deceived many people to come down the mountain, but they were ambushed by the Sui army. Several fan kings.

  After that big loss, no one is willing to believe in the so-called Central Plains court anymore, they are only willing to trade with merchants.

  Cheng Chumo and others are all a group of bold people, and the recruits of the Navy also made a fortune after experiencing the First Battle of Beisha. But getting rich is addictive.

In the Battle of Beisha City, in fact, there was no battle at all, and the casualties were very small, but the benefits were extremely high. Tens of thousands of people were robbed and sold as slaves, and there were countless livestock, money and food, etc. Even if these were distributed cheaply Selling to merchants, the final rewards are also extremely rich.

  Now there is a chance, everyone wants to do it again.

  Sail along the coast and continue to go south, receiving many new ships one after another along the way, practicing marching while going down the coast.

  Most of the boats are Jianghuai sailors. These people are originally fishermen, and many of them have run sea ships. The captains are also veterans. It is rare to be able to drive these new warships, and they are all very excited.

Qin Lang practiced very strictly, but he was also very generous and generous to his fellow sailors. He had three regular meals a day, plus two additional breakfasts and supper. Every meal is fish.

Sailing along the coast, stop every two or three days for big purchases, live pigs, sheep, chickens, ducks, fresh vegetables, anyway, there is money, Qin Lang confessed, no matter the price, no matter how high or low, just purchase according to the list, the quantity is enough .

Although this kind of drill is hard, everyone is very energetic, especially Qin Lang also organized a training competition. The three major fleets and six squadrons, the results of the daily competitions are among the ships, among the teams on each ship, There are also rankings and points everywhere, and there are rewards for good results, not only extra wine, meat and fruits, but even rewards.

   In this boring sea march, with these incentives, everyone can concentrate on training.

By the time the fleet sailed all the way to Fulushan Port (Fuqing) in Fuzhou, whether it was Cheng Chumo, Niu Jianhu, or Shenjiying and other soldiers from Guanlong, they had all been able to adapt to the wind and waves at sea, and they could stand on the deck. Take root and can swing with the wind without falling down.

  The sailors from Jianghuai have grown stronger.

The battleships of the fleet have also been basically received, and the basic formation has been completed. Three major fleets and six squadrons. twenty.

  More than a hundred large and small warships sailed into Fuqing Port with white sails.

   "The location of this port is good!" Yuchi Baolin looked at this bay, traveling all the way from the north to the south, and saw all kinds of bays, big and small, such as Hangzhou Bay. Fuqing Bay can only be regarded as a small bay, about eighteen miles wide from east to west, and about thirty miles long from north to south.

  A small boat came from the mouth of the Longjiang River, and a few people got out of the small boat.

This is the steward of the caravan that the Qin family used to specialize in selling camphor incense. This was just a small fishing village. The Qin family built a port here and recruited people to process camphor incense here. Lively little port.

"Sirs, Fuqing Bay is small, but the situation is good. To the north of the bay are mountains and hills, the mountains are more than a hundred feet high, and to the southwest is the alluvial plain of rivers and seas. We can recruit people to do business here, reclaim wasteland and grow grain. Self-sufficient, and even have a lot of surplus food.”

"The northwest corner of the top of the bay is the mouth of the Longjiang River. The mouth of the bay is connected to the strait to the east. There are Yutou Island and Jidiao Island at the entrance. These two islands are the main passages for entering the Fuqing Bay from Longjiangkou Port. We are here. There is a lighthouse on the island, which can not only guide the navigation, but also prevent pirates."

   "How far is it from our workshop?"

   "It is only 20 miles away from Fuqingfang, and 240 miles away from Mawei Port in Fuzhou."

  The stewards are very fond of these things. This place was originally named Fulao Mountain. After the Qin family came, they established workshops and commercial settlements here, transported slaves to reclaim wasteland and farmland, and processed camphor, etc., making this small fishing village into a small town.

  Fuqing is the name Qin Lang personally gave this place, Fuqingfang, not Fuqing County or Fuqing Township, and it still belongs to Fuzhou in the north.

  Although this place is far from the Minjiang Plain in Fuzhou, and the Longjiang Port is not as good as Mawei Port, but for the Qin family, this place is still very good, and it is a treasure land worth developing.

   "Are those Liuqiu people honest?"

  Qin Lang asked.

"Honestly, of course, before we came, these people were so old and miserable that they couldn't live anymore. After we came, we hired them to reclaim wasteland, plant sugarcane and rice, and hired them to work in workshops. Now one by one They get a monthly salary, and we even give them two sets of clothes, shoes and socks every season, as well as meals in a large cafeteria, which solves all food and clothing at once.”

"When we came, many people lived in the dilapidated shacks. They were barefoot all year round. The children were hungry and big, but their hands and feet were as thin as sticks. They liked to give birth, but they couldn't afford to give birth. , so babies who defecate, especially female babies, seven or eight out of ten will be drowned, it's pitiful."

   When the manager mentioned this, he sighed.

   "There are still Liuqiu people here?" Cheng Chumo was a little surprised.

  Qin Lang told him that there are not only Liuqiu people here, but many others.

"Back then, Zhang Zhenzhou and Chen Ling crossed the sea to conquer Liuqiu and brought back thousands of Liuqiu people, and they were placed here in Fulao Mountain. Since then, they have sent troops across the sea several times to capture foreign people, but the scale is not as large as that of Chen Leng and the others. , but also brought back many islanders.

  During the fall of the Sui Dynasty, 5,000 Fan households brought back from Liuqiu had been placed in this Fulao Mountain. However, because these people belonged to the raw family, they were resettled thereafter and were not included in the official household registration. "

  The people who moved to Liuqiu Island were all black households, especially after Yang Guang died in Jiangdu, no one paid any attention to them.

  Let them fend for themselves here.

Fujian is originally a place with many mountains and little farmland. The few good lands are all concentrated in the coastal areas, but there are many storms in the coastal areas. After those Liuqiu people were brought here, they could not return to Liuqiu. If there is no land, it was indeed a difficult day.

   Relying on the little Susukida, plus hunting and fishing, I barely survived.

  After the Tang Dynasty was established, no one still paid attention to them. Officials in Fuzhou even pretended that there were no such people, for fear that if they were burdened with these burdens, they would discredit their achievements and make it difficult to be promoted.

   These people are bottomless pits, and they can't get rid of them even if they get stained.

  These Fanyi have lived here for more than 20 years, and what they have done here is also a black smoke barrier. It is like a land outside the land, and they have completely returned to their tribal life on the island.

  Over the past twenty years, the Fan people here have actually been divided into several tribal alliances. In order to compete for limited fields, hunting grounds, and fishing grounds, they also began to clash with each other just like they did on the island before.

They are equipped with traditional antler spears, ground bluestones to make arrowheads, stone knives and axes, bragging horns as trumpets, and beating cowhide drums as commands. Hang it on the wall in the house to dry and store it, and even take the enemy's head back to remove the flesh, leaving only the skeleton, and then glue it with dog hair as eyebrows and beards, and inlaid shells on it as teeth. Wearing this skull helmet not only intimidates the enemy, but also serves as armor.

  For more than 20 years, the various ministries have drafted each other, controlled the population development through this cruel struggle, barely maintained the balance, and did not all starve to death here.

  However, given the choice, who wants to live this kind of life?

A few years ago, when the merchant ships of the Qin family appeared here, they entered this abandoned harbor for the first time, landed on that cursed land, and brought all kinds of food, rice, flour, cloth, and clothing to those fans. When they bought the first piece of land, they began to change these people little by little.

A few years later, under the attack of the Qin family's sugar-coated shells, almost all the tens of thousands of people here have been recruited. They have become hired workers for the Qin family's Shangbao, rowing boats for the Qin family, leading the way, and plowing and farming for the Qin family. Production.

  They no longer depend on the sky to eat, they don’t need to go hungry, they don’t need to drown after giving birth to a baby girl, they don’t even blow buffalo horns, beat cowhide drums, and pick up antler spears and bluestone knives to fight.

There is no need to worry about their heads being cut off by hostile tribes one day, and their wives and children will be taken into slavery. The stable life, comfortable dormitories, and delicious canteens all make them surrender to In front of the Qin family.

  Of course, there are always some more traditional and old-fashioned fans, but these people are ultimately no match for the Qin family's swords and armor. Now, except for a few fans who hide and flee in the mountains, most of them are already workers of the Qin family.

  Cheng Chu was dumbfounded as he listened silently. He didn't expect that there would be such a group of people by the sea.

   "No wonder Saburo insists on coming to this small bay."

   "Well, I plan to recruit 1,800 people from these fans as guides." Qin Lang didn't hide his intention at all.

  Know the enemy and know the enemy before you can win every battle!

  (end of this chapter)