The back door of my house can last until the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 222 The Sea Threat Comes Slowly
After eating and paying the bill, Sun Jie drove away.

The stall owner looked at the car going away with a smile on his face that almost squeezed his eyes.

With the autumn wind blowing, Chang'an City is more prosperous than in previous years.

People are always the cornerstone of the prosperity of a society.

Just give them peace, stability, and they will unleash a lot of energy.

The car was parked outside the palace, and today's place is a huge square.

In this square, there is one person at five steps, one post at ten steps, and there are a large number of soldiers.

This is Sun Jie's safe place, no one is allowed to approach.

After so many years of fighting, the gentry in the south hated Sun Jie deeply, and it is possible that they went to Shaanxi to assassinate Sun Jie.

Therefore, people like Sun Chuanting forbid any unknown person from approaching the palace.

When Sun Jie's car just arrived here, it attracted the attention of the surrounding soldiers.

Several guards walked towards Sun Jie, and when they saw Sun Jie clearly in the driver's cab, their apprehensive expressions disappeared instantly.

"His Majesty!"

A soldier hurriedly saluted Sun Jie.

Sun Jie nodded and said, "Okay, you guys go do your work, I'll just go in by myself!"

After finishing the words, he kicked the gas pedal, and Sun Jie headed towards the palace.

Not long after, Sun Jie's car parked in the parking lot of the palace.

There is a parking lot inside the palace, which was specially built by Sun Jie.

Parked the car and returned to the imperial study.

Political affairs are still handled, and being an emperor does not mean that you can enjoy it.

The burden on the shoulders is also heavier, and there are more things to do.

The future of the entire country rests on Sun Jie alone, and he cannot relax at any time.

The moon outside was hanging on the zenith, and the imperial study room was brightly lit.

Tang Ruowang walked along the streets of Chang'an City with a few followers.

Looking at the bustling scene on the street, he kept sighing.

"The difference is far, the difference is far!"

Tang Ruowang recalled the motherland in his memory, and couldn't help comparing it with it.

However, whether it is the land area or the prosperity and prosperity, it is far inferior.

In the inner city of Chang'an, tall buildings are not allowed, and all buildings must be lower than the imperial palace.

This has been a rule since ancient times. In an imperial society, the imperial palace is a symbol of this country, and it is also a representative of this country.

In today's Chang'an City, this rule has also been inherited.

Although Sun Jie abolished this statement a long time ago, the people in the city still stuck to the rules and continued to use this method.

The inner city is the prefectural city of Xi'an. Today, the streets have already been filled with cement roads, and the buildings in the city have also taken on a new look.

The outer city is a re-expanded city along the old city.

The area is very large, and the newly built buildings all use cement materials.

Now outside the city, there are a large number of cement factories, coupled with good quality and low price, the construction of Chang'an City today basically uses cement as a building material.

The wide concrete road spreads into the distance, and tall buildings rise from the ground.

There are even tall buildings with more than ten floors in the outer city, which is unprecedented in this era.

Tang Ruowang came to the outer city and ordered a bowl of food from a vendor at the gate of the city.

The taste is delicious, the price is affordable, and he eats to his heart's content.

Wiping his mouth, he took a long breath, and then came under a tall building.

This is the tallest building in Chang'an City, called Zhaixing Tower, with a total of eighteen floors.

If there are no accidents, it is probably the tallest man-made building in this era.

The building has already been completed, and there is a building outside that can directly go from the first floor to the top floor. Before it is officially put into use, the people in the city can go up to the top floor through the stairs outside to experience the magnificent scenery of Chang'an City.

Tang Ruowang climbed the stairs outside, step by step.

Not young, but physically strong.

With the entourage, it didn't take long to arrive at the top floor.

Standing here, you can overlook the entire Chang'an City.

Standing on the edge of the viewing platform, Tang Ruowang was filled with emotion.

The scent and laughter in the air contrasted sharply with the smelly streets he remembered.

He couldn't help but wonder if this land is really blessed by heaven.

"The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and the stars can be picked by hand. Don't dare to speak loudly, frightening the heavenly beings."

With turmoil in my heart, I read out this poem by Li Bai.

"It would be great if our church could be so magnificent! When a [-]-meter-tall building appeared on the land of Europa, who would dare to disrespect us in the future?!
At that time, the four directions will come to worship, and the heathen will completely surrender at our feet! "

Tang Ruowang's eyes were all over the place, and he was looking forward to it.

"Ugh!"

Heavy sighs sounded again, he knew that the things he thought were all vain.

During such a long time in Chang'an City, he was not allowed to go to many places. Sometimes, he didn't even have basic personal freedom.

Even if he knows the construction method of this building, how can he pass it back?
After staying in Zhaixing Building for a short time, he returned to his place of residence in a dispirited mood.

Sitting in the dark room, Tang Ruowang took out a few sheets of white paper, a quill pen and ink, and wrote the words "Records of the Great Qin Empire" on them.

Then, write again on a clean piece of paper:
"This is a vigorous empire, and it has been 4000 years since their first emperor, the Yellow Emperor, established his regime.

After experiencing countless hardships, now, under the leadership of Emperor Daqin, it will once again go to glory.

I heard that the emperor has an almost stubborn desire for land, and I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse.”

Naturally, these dignitaries in the western world did not hear Tang Ruowang's worries. They were still immersed in the huge profits brought by the great voyage.

After Spain, Portugal, and the Netherlands plundered countless wealth on the sea, more and more countries set their sights on the sea.

Today's maritime overlord is the Netherlands, known as the "sea coachman".

Silver from America and spices from East Asia made the nobles of the Netherlands immerse themselves in sweet dreams.

The developed banking industry and the budding of finance have given birth to countless greedy businessmen with scarlet eyes.

They formed various "companies" and swept back all the wealth from all over the world.

In the Far East, though, there were several things that fascinated them.

Silk, porcelain and tea.

These three things are the highlight of the East-West trade.

The nobles in the West have been poor for a long time. When the shabby local rich men became rich, they wanted to enjoy all the things they had never enjoyed, especially those noble and valuable items.

On the ruined walls of the fallen Roman Empire, there are still faded and messy murals, showing the graceful figure of their great emperor in oriental veil.

It is a noble item, infinitely more noble than the cotton cloth worn by ordinary people.

This is a godsend from the mysterious Eastern Empire, and only the most powerful people, only the most noble blood can have it.

The entire West is extremely sought after by the Roman Empire, and even the silk that the Roman Empire likes has become their sought after object.

Western aristocrats opened Marco Polo's "Oriental Experience Records", looking at the glorious scene above, full of longing.

Quanzhou Prefecture, here is the earliest foreign trade organization - Quanzhou Shipping Department.

It began in the Southern Dynasties, flourished in the Tang and Song Dynasties, and finally became Chenghua.

However, after the middle and late Ming Dynasty, it became a prosperous place again.

Although the sea ban is severe, it cannot compare with the huge profits of smuggling.

The port here, not only has not become decayed because of the sea ban, it has even become lush.

Huge ships docked here, and workers loaded the silk, tea and porcelain purchased by merchants.

Zheng Zhilong, Marquis of Zhenhai, was standing on the port, looking at the goods being loaded in front of him, the smile on his face became wider.

This is the place of his rise and also his hometown.

These merchant ships on the port are all his property.

These merchant ships will depart from Quanzhou to Batavia, Java.

These goods will go to the far west and become the clothes of the rich and powerful, the tea soup in the cup and the exquisite dinner plate.

Zheng Zhilong's merchant ships will trade in Batavia and Hongyi, that is, the Netherlands, in exchange for the silver they got from America or other places, and by the way, buy some spices that are not available in the Central Plains.

The Netherlands is not a good thing. Over the years, Zheng Zhilong has often fought against them.

Relying on local advantages, Zheng Zhilong's strength here is much higher than that of the Netherlands.

Therefore, trade can be carried out normally and smoothly.

However, the Netherlands has been coveting the East for a long time. If Zheng Zhilong's strength is weakened, I am afraid that their troops will reach the southeast coast.

The night passed, and the dawn came.

In the dawn of dawn, Zheng Zhilong's merchant ship was escorted by the fleet in his hand, heading towards Batavia.

Looking at the sails covering the sky and the sun on the sea, Zheng Zhilong laughed out loud.

Zheng Zhilong laughed loudly, and someone laughed louder than him.

The north wind blows from south to north, and when it comes to the sea in the south, the cold has disappeared.

The warm sea breeze blowing from the Indian Ocean keeps the port of Batavia warm and pleasant all year round.

Anthony van Diemen, governor of Batavia and the Dutch East India Company, who had just finished enjoying the spring, walked out of the governor's mansion, smoking a pipe, and stood on a small hill outside the gate of the governor's mansion.

In that not so stalwart body, a bold plan was brewing.

Thinking that he would become the most powerful governor and the richest man in the entire East, his mustache kept trembling.

Under the moonlight, he looked towards the east, and the red lip marks on his face were clearly discernible.

The smoke is lingering and rising slowly.

"Zheng Zhilong will be defeated by us sooner or later, and the rich Eastern Empire will become a colony of our great country.

Their wealth and women will be our slaves, kill their men and plunder their wealth! "

Under the moonlight, his eyes were full of greedy light.

After a long time, he looked at the Old Port again.

The Old Port is not far from the northwest of Batavia Port.

"Ougang, these disgusting yellow-skinned monkeys really don't know how to name them. Sooner or later, we will kill all the yellow-skinned monkeys there!" The ferocity in the eyes was clearly discernible.

The Xuanwei Department of the Old Port was once a supply point set up by Zheng He when he went to the West.

But with the weakening of Daming, this place was finally lost.

There are a large number of people living here, some of them escaped from the late Song and early Yuan and early Yuan and early Ming Dynasties, some were brought here by Zheng He during his voyages to the West, and some were people who could not survive in coastal areas such as Fujian.

In short, there are a large number of Han Chinese living here.

In a foreign country, where would anyone care about their feelings?
It's just cheap labor, which has lost its value, and the only thing waiting for them is death.

In addition to the Old Port, there are also many Han Chinese in Batavia.

This is the cheap labor that the Red Barbarians have used all means to get them from Daming.

The local aboriginal monkeys are not easy to discipline and are wild and unruly, but the people of Ming Dynasty are excellent laborers.

Sometimes, though, hard work is a mistake.

In the fifth year of Qianlong's reign, the strength of the Netherlands on the sea declined, and the local Han people began to rebel.

The camel was so thin that it was bigger than the horse, and the "Hongxi tragedy" broke out.

The monkeys in this land were all disobedient. In the future, when the colonists withdrew, they envied the wealth of the local Han people and slaughtered them several times.

Some grudges, even if separated by thousands of years, still have to be avenged.

Is it possible to avenge the hatred of nine generations?Although it can last forever!

However, Van Diemen did not know these things.

Now he has outlined a "great" plan.

"A while ago, those dirty yellow-skinned monkeys came to buy guns, saying that a powerful enemy had appeared north of them.

Thinking about it, this enemy shouldn't be too bad. If we can join forces with him, we can launch a fatal blow to these yellow-skinned monkeys from the inland and the sea at that time, and occupy there.

At that time, if we find a way to get rid of this ignorant person, then this rich Eastern Empire will completely become our colony.

Ah, the rich eastern empire, ah, the mountains of gold, ah, the smell of money is in the air! "

Van Diemen danced in the moonlight.

Zheng Zhilong's weapons are basically bought from Fan Dimen.

His subordinates are all bandit-like characters.

Therefore, when buying weapons, a lot of information was leaked out.

Fan Dimen also knew of Sun Jie's existence, and even knew where Sun Jie was and what he had done.

Operating here for many years, Van Diemen even has detailed maps of the interior.

This is a group of robbers who are crazy about money and will not flinch even if they lose their heads.

The night fled under the dawn, and finally disappeared.

On the port of Batavia, several "merchant ships" set sail, heading east.

A middle-aged bearded man named Delser stood on the deck of the merchant ship, his face full of sarcasm.

"The Yellow Peril was a disaster for decades, and the nations that were whipped by God's whip trembled.

But now, the situation is reversed. For an old lion, death is the best ending. "

Delser didn't pay much attention to the Eastern Empire. He took out a paulownia pipe, filled it with shredded tobacco smoked with spices, and lit it.

The wisps of green smoke made Delser show an expression of enjoyment.

"It's really delicious. Those old guys in China don't have this blessing!"

Delser enjoyed it.

(End of this chapter)