Brother Zhu Youxiao

"On behalf of His Royal Highness King Qi, I accept the governance power that you have transferred!"

On May 22, the [-]nd year of Tianqi, when the voice of the Yellow Dragon sounded on the lacustrine plain in the southern part of the Mexican plateau, it also represented that Qi finally took over the last Spanish colony in America.

Speaking of Mexico City, its predecessor was Tenochtitlan, which was established in 1325.

Its founders were the Aztecs, who filled lakes and built cities here, built waterways, built magnificent temples and palaces, and the whole city was quite prosperous.

Following the Spanish invasion in 1521, the Spaniards built many European-style palaces, churches, monasteries and other buildings there.

Therefore, in Mexico City right now, there are a lot of Aztec buildings and Spanish buildings.

In such a building complex, a square left by the Spaniards was full of people, and even the streets around the square were crowded.

There are three groups of people here, namely the aborigines of Central America, the Spanish colonial army, and the Qi army brought by Huanglong.

At this moment, 10,000+ Aztecs surrounded the square, and on the square were yellow dragons in mountain armor and the governor of New Spain in Western European aristocratic costumes.

Behind them stood the respective armies of both sides.

Qi's army wore mandarin duck war jackets inside, and breastplates made of industrialized production on the outside.

The Ming-style group armor is attached to the lower part of the breastplate, while the left and right arms are still the familiar gauntlets.

The weight of such a suit of armor is controlled within [-] catties, and such a suit is the standard equipment of the three thousand Qi army.

Compared with them, the group of Spanish troops on the opposite side, some wearing clothes, some wearing chain mail, and some wearing breastplates, looked very messy.

The [-] Qi army gave people the impression that they were an elite of hundreds of battles, while the [-] Spanish army seemed to be armored servants for them.

Because the Qi army brought by Huanglong gave the Aztecs and Spaniards a great shock, no one dared to provoke them, let alone hinder them.

"Congratulations, Monsieur Marquis, Mexico City is yours now."

"No, this belongs to our Highness."

Feeling helpless, the Spanish governor of New Spain handed over the signed treaty to Huang Long, and Huang Long was also happy to make fun of it.

However, after Huanglong took over the treaty, the Governor of New Spain did not say anything, but withdrew from Mexico City with his own army.

Due to the anxious battle, they had to go into battle immediately after returning to Spain, and it was impossible to stay in America for a long time.

After they left, Huang Long took out his wooden whistle and blew:
"Beep-"

"Clap clap-"

After the sound of Huanglong's wooden whistle, the soldiers of the Qi army raised their rifles one after another and fired into the sky to signify the end of the ceremony.

The Aztecs around the square didn't know why, and were even taken aback.

It wasn't until the gunfire ended that those people with similar skin tones and gorgeous clothes came in front of them.

They preached to the crowd in Aztec:

"We are your brothers from the north. Now you will become citizens of Qi. Your children can learn the knowledge left by our ancestors. You can get more land than one person can grow, and more food and meat than you can eat. Vegetables, fruits."

"Starting today, Mexico City will return to the arms of its ancestors, and its new name is Zhongdu City!"

When thousands of translators from the Siyi Hall of Qi State announced the news among the crowd, the surrounding Aztecs did not cheer as they imagined, but you looked at me and I looked at you. I don't know what the officials of the Siyi Pavilion mean.

"These natives are stupid and don't understand the benefits of joining our country of Qi."

Looking at this scene, Huang Long couldn't help feeling a little resentful, but Li Dan next to him smiled and persuaded:
"Master Hou doesn't need to be angry, they will understand in the future."

"The most important thing we should do right now is to let the Francoids take away the remaining 12 immigrants, and then we can use steam engines and tractors to make a big splash on this land."

"Hmm..." Huang Long looked at the surrounding buildings and nodded slightly:

"However, before using it, we still have to form a navy to isolate the connection between Europe and Qi."

"With a good defense line at sea, we can use our hands and feet on the land of Qi without any worries, and we don't have to worry about being stolen."

"Honour, Lord Hou..." Li Dan saluted respectfully, and Huang Long also waved his hands and said:
"Okay, pass this news back and tell Xia Yunyi well."

"While there are still many immigrants, the most important thing right now is to arrange the immigrants to various places as soon as possible."

After Huang Long finished speaking, he looked around at Mexico City, which was renamed Zhongdu City:
"Some of these buildings are good, and some are an eyesore. Please consult His Highness first, and then decide whether to keep it."

After saying this, Huang Long turned around and walked out of the city.

It's just that even when he walked out of the city, he still didn't hear the cheers from the Aztecs, so he couldn't help scolding the fool twice.

Amid his abuse, the Qi army and Qi officials began to take over Spanish cities one by one.

Most of these cities were once built by the Aztecs, but were later occupied by the Spaniards.

Due to the small number of Spanish immigrants, even though they had landed in America for hundreds of years, their influence and assimilation on the Aztecs was not great.

Therefore, when they began to evacuate in an orderly manner, the problems they left for Qi were not too big.

"According to His Highness's estimate, there were 100 million local Aztecs 200 years ago, but according to the information provided by the Franji people, there are only more than 130 million locals."

State of Qi, in the Changshi Mansion of Xijing City.

As Xia Yunyi took the information in his hand and spoke to a dozen middle-level officials of the Qi State in the yamen in front of him, the content of his words also made everyone speechless.

"However, although the situation in the north is good, it is not optimistic in the south."

Xia Yunyi poured a basin of cold water on everyone:
"According to Fran's intelligence, there are at least 800 million natives in the south."

"These natives, including those in the north, are estimated to number between 2000 and [-] million."

"Right now, there are less than 300 million people in the imperial court."

"I don't need to say more about the difficulty of assimilating nearly 300 million natives with 2000 million people, right?"

Xia Yunyi spread the situation out to the officials, and such news also gave them some headaches.

However, for Qi, the large population is certainly a headache, but the huge population also represents an untapped market.

"The Franji people left behind nearly ten million natives, nearly 2000 million acres of rough land and thousands of miles of roads."

"Compared to the natives in the north, the natives in the south have learned to farm and have their own architecture and handicraft technology."

"But even so, a lot of their consciousness is very weak, and they have more than two dozen languages, and these are places where we can flex our muscles."

Xia Yunyi encouraged everyone, and then he spoke about what they should do:
"Your Highness has already explained that for the natives in the country, what the imperial court has to do is to unify the writing and language and completely assimilate them."

"It is necessary to open government schools. There are at least 300 million school-age children among the tens of millions of natives who need to attend government schools to spread the culture that belongs to our Han family."

"Also, they have to be hooked up to us, which requires some changes to the teaching material."

"Secondly, there must be government schools, but the officials of the Siyi Pavilion also need to expand their enrollment, otherwise they cannot translate so many languages, and use their languages ​​to teach them to learn our culture."

"Education, this is the century-old plan of our country."

"For now, 300 million children need at least 10 translators and 20 teachers."

"So many people account for almost one-tenth of the citizens of Qi, but the literacy rate of our citizens is only 23%, and 77% of the citizens cannot write hundreds of characters."

"Developing education under such circumstances may be as difficult as reaching the sky."

"Right now, only by relying on Guochao to achieve education can this matter be resolved in the shortest possible time."

"How about it..." Xia Yunyi said while sorting out her thoughts.

After sorting it out, he also found a relatively simple method:

"I will go to His Highness Shu and ask the Guochao Tribe to teach you to come, and what we have to do is to train [-] translators who understand the languages ​​of various indigenous tribes!"

"This..." Hearing Xia Yunyi's words, the officials hesitated for a while, among them the head of the Siyi Pavilion bowed and said:

"Xia Changshi, although the Siyi Pavilion has been developed for many years, there are only more than 6000 officials who can understand the local language."

"It takes at least three years to master a native language, and these 6000 people are currently serving in the local government, so it is impossible to recall them all."

"The lower officials roughly estimate that the maximum number of officials who can be recalled does not exceed 1000."

"It is too difficult to use 1000 people to train 10 people."

The words of the head of the Siyi Pavilion won the approval of many officials, but Xia Yunyi also said:
"It's natural that it's difficult, but it's not impossible."

"Don't forget, there are already 17 indigenous students in government schools. Although they are all northern natives, they at least share the language of some central tribes."

"How many people are in this group? I need to wait until I count them. As long as the number is sufficient, the number of officials in the Siyi Pavilion can be reduced as appropriate."

"What needs to be done right now is to take over the cities and mines in the central and southern regions first, and hire natives to mine."

"Immigrants migrate to the city, and then send officials from the Siyi Pavilion to appease the surrounding tribes. This will not cost too much manpower and material resources."

"These are just my temporary arrangements, and the specific arrangements need to be approved by His Highness."

"In addition to these issues, the most important thing to pay attention to now is the field issue."

"The more than 2000 million acres of rough cultivated land belong to the Europeans. Although we have recovered it, it is impossible to hand it over to the people for cultivation."

"What I mean is, give each of the southern natives living near the city one mu of land, and then give the rest of the land to the new immigrants."

"Sixty ships will arrive one after another in June, with [-] immigrants on board, and they can be moved to live in the central capital. At the same time, it is best to move the Changshi Mansion there, so that it will be more convenient to govern the south where there are many natives. "

After Xia Yunyi finished speaking, Zhao Xian, the head of the Qi State Relocation Department, also stood up and bowed:
"The lower officials agree with what Xia Changshi said, and also feel that the immigrants from July to after should be mainly from the south."

"The south is densely populated with natives, and it is more difficult to govern than the north. The larger the population of the Han family, the easier it is to govern."

"Second proposal..." Hearing the conversation between the two, other officials clamored for a second proposal, and Xia Yunyi also nodded upon hearing the words:
"Since this is the case, then I will give the report to His Highness now, and I should be able to hand over the report to His Highness in early July."

After Xia Yunyi finished speaking, the officials dispersed, and Xia Yunyi's memorial was sent out half an hour later, and it was sent to Daming by a ship full of silver.

It's just that compared to the smooth handover and transition between Qi and Spain, the situation in Daming is not so good.

"put!"

"Bump--"

"Boom!"

On May 24th, after [-] days of indiscriminate bombing, Ob City, no matter how strong it was, began to collapse under the bombardment of Ming army artillery.

"Block the hole!"

The governor of West Siberia, Golovin, yelled in shock and fear. At this moment, he no longer had the calmness before the war, but was crouching behind a ruin in embarrassment.

Near him, there were less than 1000 soldiers from the original [-] shooting corps, and more than half of the remaining troops and expedition troops were also lost.

The morale of the defenders of Ob City has fallen to the bottom, but they have nothing to do because they have no way out.

"The Ming army is attacking!"

Just when Golovin was startled and frightened, the shouts from the gap ahead made his soul tremble.

He climbed up from the ruins with difficulty, picked up the binoculars and looked outside the ruins of the city wall.

It was a touch of red, a touch of red sweeping across the horizon.

They appeared like a wave, coming, suffocating like a tsunami.

"Fill the gap!"

"Fill the gap!"

A large number of officers shouted these four words loudly, and Golovin did the same.

It's just that compared to their speed, the Ming army's speed is faster.

The Ming army charged with their horses and quickly reached the position of two hundred paces. They raised their guns one after another, and pulled the trigger without even looking at it.

"Bang bang bang!"

The muffled gunshots brought the howling bullets, hitting the gaps densely.

The armor on the soldiers of the Shooting Legion could not be protected at all.

The blood mist was blooming, and it made people's scalp tingle.

Everyone speeded up their movements, during which someone was shot and fell out of the city wall.

"Uh ah ah!"

The bullets missed their vital points, but they could quickly exhaust their physical strength.

After a short wail, the severe pain made them fall into a semi-conscious state.

But even so, some of them are still awake.

The sober people wailed and slapped the blocked city wall with their hands.

Looking at the man, Golovin figured that he either had a shattered pelvis or a shot in the spine, the chest was not injured, or he didn't have the strength to shout.

If other parts were injured, people would see him moving, but...

Before Golovin's idea could be implemented, the voice of the person outside the wall gradually became hoarse.

The hoarse vocal cords made the voice sound so miserable, as if it came from all directions.

This situation caused Golovin and the remaining defenders to collapse.

"put!"

"Bump--"

The artillery of the Ming army sounded again, which completely broke the psychological defense of the Tsarist Russian defenders.

Some people grabbed the matchlock guns and loaded them, and got up to shoot regardless of the dissuasion of their companions.

However, when they stood up, they were greeted only by flying warheads.

They were shot and fell, making the companions next to them unbearable to watch, or they had no time to watch anymore.

The gap that had been repaired just now was blasted open again, which meant that they would risk the Ming army's shooting to repair the gap again.

What's worse, they have run out of food...

Because of this, the defenders of the Firing Corps and the Expeditionary Team no longer repaired the gap, and were ready for street fighting.

At least after the Ming army died in the city, they could have a meal ration.

Thinking of this, all of them waited for the Ming army to throw themselves into the net with green eyes.

They stared at the gap in the city wall, listening to the sound of horseshoes getting closer.

However, before they could react, black sticks with two ends were thrown in one by one.

"what is this?"

Looking at the strange wooden stick falling beside him, Golovin hadn't reacted yet, but he was stunned by the sound of "bang".

"Boom--"

Intensive explosions sounded in the city, and in the next second, thousands of Ming soldiers with rifles rushed into the gaps.

Intensive gunshots rang out, during which there were yelling and cursing, and the sound of counterattacking arquebus guns...

These various voices made Cao Wenzhao's throat hang in his throat.

He led two thousand Ming troops to stand on the green grassland outside Ob City, quietly waiting for the news of the troops entering the city.

Under the eyes of everyone, a figure stood on the head of Ob City holding a fiery red flag.

He kicked off the Tsarist Russian flag on the head of Ob City, and inserted the fiery red flag in his hand in its original position.

"Hoo hoo—"

In an instant, thousands of people cheered, and they all knew that they had won the war.

As Cao Wenzhao led troops into Ob City, the news that the Ming army captured Ob City began to spread.

At the same time, the armies of the North Route also recovered other West Siberian cities, and the Ming territory successfully reached the Lingbei Mountains (Ural Mountains).

However, compared to the rapid progress of the North Route, the Central Route Army and the South Route Army are caught in a cat-and-mouse game.

On May 22, Li Zicheng broke through Jumi City, crossed the Pamirs, and arrived at Guduo City in Central Asia.

The [-] Mughal troops stationed here were caught off guard and defeated. Li Zicheng marched towards the black city of Bali, and the Mughal troops retreated steadily.

On the same day, the Central Route Army fought against the Khiva Khanate. The Khiva Khanate sent the main force of [-] cavalry to charge, and was wiped out by the [-] cavalry under Li Dingguo's troops under the city of Bukhara.

The news of this day was sent back to the Central Plains after a month and a half, and it was delivered to Zhu Youxiao and the other two.

"Woooo-"

On the ninth day of July, when the train whistled and left the station, Zhu Youjiao and Zhu Youjian walked out of Chengdu North Railway Station, holding memorials from Hezhong and Qi State in their hands.

Chengdu, as an ancient city of more than 2000 years, the people here have changed many times, not to mention the severe drought in Sichuan, the immigrants from Sichuan to Jiaozhi, and the immigrants from Shaanxi to Chengdu Plain.

But counting, since then, Chengdu has not encountered any major disasters, so the victims from Shaanxi who migrated back then have already lived and worked in Chengdu in peace and contentment, becoming authentic Chengdu people.

Since their development, they have reproduced in Chengdu for two generations, and as the drought passed, the population of Chengdu began to recover slowly.

"Chengdu Prefecture currently has 92 people, and its provincial capital Huayang and Chengdu counties have a population of 26. It has returned to the situation before the drought."

On the way out of the train station, Sichuan chief envoy Li Banghua gave an explanation to the two brothers. It was not until they walked out of the station and got into the carriage that the two brothers closed the memorial.

Zhu Youxiao did not talk about Hezhong, but asked questions about Sichuan:
"I remember that when the prince traveled to Sichuan, there were 420 million people in Sichuan and 800 million mu of arable land. Now?"

"Long live back..." Li Banghua saluted back, and then replied:
"Currently, there are more than 510 people in Sichuan, and more than 960 million mu of arable land."

"Sichuan can produce more than [-] million stones of grain per year for Huangdian."

Sichuan has been a land of abundance since Li Bing ruled Shu, and it remained so in the Ming Dynasty.

Under the condition of guaranteeing the rations of the people in Sichuan, Sichuan can still supply so much food to the outside world, which reduces Zhu Youxiao's worries a lot because of his journey along the way.

"Sichuan's arable land has not been fully developed. If tractors can be used in the future, Sichuan alone can reclaim no less than 8000 million mu of arable land and feed more than [-] million people."

Zhu Youjian said to Zhu Youxiao that this is the way the two brothers communicate along the way.

In fact, this is what Zhu Youjian was telling Zhu Youxiao about the development limits and routes of each province.

As one of the seven major granaries of the Ming Dynasty, Sichuan is responsible for ensuring the food supply in the Northwest, which cannot be wronged.

It can develop industry, but it cannot neglect agriculture.

Zhu Youjian did not develop it because the development of the four provinces of Luchuan, Jiaozhi, Jiugang, Nanzhou, and Northeast China is more important in the current situation.

Only when these places rise, can the people of the Central Plains live a prosperous life, and the burden on the two capitals and thirteen provinces in the Central Plains will be reduced.

"Hezhong seems to have to fight for a while, but my brother's Qi country now has so many natives. If it is not managed well, there may be civil strife."

Zhu Youxiao talked about the affairs of Qi State, and Zhu Youjian also had his own arrangements for this.

"The affairs of Qi State are relatively easy, as long as we insist on immigration and relocate part of the production line of the arsenal, it is enough."

"Now that the Europeans have completely withdrawn from Qi, Qi can rest assured of production."

"These nearly 2000 million natives are a huge source of tax revenue for Qi or Ming."

"After absorbing them, Qi will become a country with a population of 2000 million and 3000 million mu of arable land."

"With step-by-step immigration and development, it is estimated that in ten years, the population will reach 3000 million, with [-] million mu of arable land, and we can basically be self-sufficient."

Zhu Youjian talked about Qi's national strength without any scruples, which made Li Banghua frown.

He secretly looked at the emperor, but found that the emperor was just listening, not dissatisfied.

This kind of performance made Li Banghua worried, but for Zhu Youxiao, he cared more about the present than the future.

Even though Qi State is powerful, in the hands of their uncles, nephews and nephews, Qi State and Daming are still brothers.

"Jingle Bell……"

Suddenly, the bell in the carriage rang, which also meant that they were about to arrive in Chengdu.

"It's finally here. I hope you and my brother can take a good look at Chengdu, Yizhou, where Yang Yi Yi Er is."

While Zhu Youxiao was talking, he also stretched out his hand when the carriage stopped, as if he was going to pull Zhu Youjian to get up, and let's take a good look at the city of Chengdu after the drought.

Looking at the outstretched hand, Zhu Youjian did not hesitate, and when he stretched out his hand, Zhu Youxiao pulled him up, and the two brothers walked out of the carriage...