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Chapter 1742 Siam is all from Tang (first update, please subscribe)
The world has already been changed. Silently, the world has been changed into another form, whether in technology or in other aspects.

In the past few days, Simon, who has transformed himself into a backpacker, took a taxi all the way north, investigating everything here along the way.

“Rather than calling this Malaysia, it’s more like the Malaysia of the Tang people.”

This is the conclusion Simon came to. Of course, this conclusion is not new. After all, many people have come to this conclusion.

After completing the investigation of a local Aboriginal village, the car drove back onto Highway 1.

Simon pressed his forehead against the car window, and the air-conditioning vents of the taxi made a slight hum. Highway 1 was like a ribbon, winding between rubber trees and rice fields.

The driver Zhang Dalei was humming an unknown tune, tapping his tanned fingers on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the music. Although he didn't know what the tune was, Simon was sure that he had heard this song before.

It's a song by sEA.

"Sir, we are at the border ahead. There will be a checkpoint at the intersection."

Zhang Dalei said suddenly.

Simon straightened up. The barbed wire and watchtower he had imagined did not appear. There were only two sentry boxes that did not look very conspicuous.

A horizontal bar painted in black and white hung in the air. A border policeman in khaki uniform was squatting on the side of the road smoking, his cigarette butt flickering in the twilight.

"Foreigner?"

the border police officer asked in stilted English, jabbing his index finger at the rear window.

"Your passport please."

When Simon handed over his passport, he smelled a mixture of tobacco and sweat on the other person and handed the blue passport to him.

After handing over the passport, the policeman took another look at it, then looked at the other person with some confusion.

"Diplomatic passport, you are a diplomat."

"Yes, I'm a U.S. diplomat stationed in SEA. It's my vacation, and I want to take advantage of the vacation to go shopping here."

"Well, welcome to Siam."

Then he turned around and slapped the driver's window. Zhang Dalei pulled out his ID card from his shirt pocket. It was just an ordinary Malaysian ID card, a yellow card.

"Doesn't he need to check passports?"

Simon leaned half of his body into the front seat and asked with some confusion.

The policeman laughed, revealing my teeth which had turned yellow and black from smoking too much. He waved his hand and the horizontal bar rose.

When the taxi started again, the rearview mirror showed the policemen returning to their original position, seemingly standing together again, continuing to chat there.

“Travel between Malaysia and Siam is free and no passport is required.”

Zhang Dalei didn't answer Simon's question until this time. In the past few days, they have changed from enemies to ordinary friends.

"We have many similarities. For example, we share the same blood. In terms of blood, it's just like you Americans and the British. In fact, our relationship is even closer."

What Zhang Dalei said was true. In fact, although they never say it, deep down in their hearts they all consider themselves to be a Tang Dynasty country.

Because of this, people in Malaysia, Siam, Siam, Mindanao and Singapore can travel freely among each other without the need for a passport.

Even citizens of each other can work in each other's country and can circulate freely, which is somewhat similar to the Schengen area in Europe.

This is also a manifestation of integration. In fact, if it were not for the relatively backward economies of these places, Li Yian would be willing to establish the Asian Schengen Area with them.

The reason why he didn't do so was not for anything else, but for protection - once SEA opened its borders, it would definitely cause a large outflow of population from these places, and this was exactly what he least wanted to see.

Therefore, the border can only continue to be protected until one day in the future when economic conditions have developed to a similar level, perhaps that is the time to open the borders to each other and establish a true Schengen area.

And this day is not too far away. After all, their economic development is also very fast.

After the car entered Siam, Simon noticed that some shops nearby also used square signs, and rarely saw Siamese Sanskrit.

Over the past decade or so, this country has also undergone tremendous changes, not just in the economy, but in all aspects.

"So you think you are compatriots?"

He regretted it the moment he said it. The question was too direct. Zhang Dalei took out a pack of cigarettes from the storage compartment, unpacked it, smoked one, and then said:

"Of course we are compatriots. We speak the same language, we have the same blood, we come from the same place, and then we put down roots here and live here. If I had gone to Xianluo back then, I would be a Xianlu person now. If I went to Malaysia, I would be a Malaysian, but... the blood relationship between us can never be changed."

He rolled down the window and exhaled a puff of smoke. The breeze, wrapped in the scent of jasmine, filled the car, and the floral fragrance hit him in the face.

Zhang Dalei took another puff of his cigarette, and then hummed softly:

"I came from the mountains, carrying orchids with me. I have no wealth at home, no treasure in my pocket. The cold wind is biting, I work hard for a good career, win the moon, and exchange orchids for brocade clothes..."

As he hummed the song, the past when he crossed mountains and came here seemed to emerge in his mind.

The car began to climb the hill, and the last sentry box in the rearview mirror disappeared into the banana grove.

Zhang Dalei, who was driving the car, was still humming the song. Simon was not unfamiliar with this song, because in SEA it was a song in elementary school music class and almost everyone could sing it.

Many years ago, sEA officials offered to pay royalties to his songwriters, but they refused. Although they finally accepted the royalties after being persuaded by official representatives, they donated the money to the education fund.

Thousands of lights suddenly lit up in the distance. Zhang Dalei reached out and turned on the radio, and the Mandarin broadcast voice flowed among the noise of the radio waves.

In Siam, as in Malaysia, the language used here is still Mandarin. But it is different from Malaysia. Along the way, Simon went to some local villages and towns. The people in those towns were obviously locals, but they had changed their surnames and solemnly declared that they were all Tang people.

"…Historically speaking, the Siamese and the Tang people are fellow countrymen."

In the principal's office of the school, Zhao He, sitting in front of Simon, introduced the previous history to the guest who came from afar.

The history between them is extremely long and can be traced back to the period of Chiyou. Since Chiyou was defeated by Yan Emperor and Huang Di, their ancestors went all the way south and finally arrived here, settled here, and formed the current Siamese people.

"...Now we are just recovering our true identities."

The restoration he mentioned refers to the fact that in the past decade or so, a large number of Siamese people have changed their surnames, including their king, who also restored his surname to Zheng.

"how about you?"

Looking at the principal in front of him who was talking eloquently, he asked:

"Are you sure that what you have restored is your true identity?"

"I?"

Zhao He was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:
"Oh, my great-grandfather was from Guangdong, he came here at the age of 17, and like many people, he got married and had children here.

At that time, as long as a Tang person came from Tangshan, the government would help him arrange one or even several wives, regardless of whether he had a wife in his hometown.

They got married and had children here, and they brought the advanced Central Plains civilization here.

For hundreds of years, we have been one in each other. There is no difference between Siamese and Chinese people. "

Is there really no difference?
Simon did not get any answer from Zhao He, and it was impossible for him to get any answer. However, after arriving in Siam, he found that unlike the resistance of local people towards the Tang people in Malaysia, the people here actively embraced the Tang people and believed that they were Tang people.

They would even look for Tang ancestry to prove their identity as other people. To prove this, they would often find a Tang ancestor among their ancestors.

For this purpose, they would even make up that their grandmother had a relationship with a Tang person, and then his father was born.

This also clearly shows their bloodline. With this theoretical support, they can change back to their grandfather's surname.

If grandfather is not enough, then look for two more generations before that. In a word, you have to prove that their blood is flowing in your veins.

Even if it means cuckolding your own ancestors, it is acceptable.

All of this seemed so incredible. But everything seemed so natural, even many nobles found new ancestors.

Simon looked thoughtfully at the passers-by outside the window, and suddenly had a feeling.

“Maybe one day this will be the fourth child.”

Although there has always been a saying that there are only three sons of Nanyang, in Simon's opinion, whether it is the yearning for the Tang people shown by the people here or the efforts they have shown, it shows that in fact, in their hearts, they regard themselves as the fourth son of Nanyang.

"What exactly drives them to do this?"

As the car was about to enter Bangkok, I saw people on the roadside who looked not much different from the Chinese. Most of them spoke Mandarin, either fluently or somewhat stiffly.

An idea flashed through Simon's mind.

In fact, the reason why these people try hard to emphasize that they have Tang blood in their bodies is not only because the identity of Tang people is noble, but more importantly because of wealth - the economic achievements made by Siamese in the past 20 years are enviable, and for Siamese people, all they do is just a yearning for wealth.

"Because of poverty, they hope to be as rich as the Tang people, and becoming a Tang person is their choice..."

After making this exclamation, Simon's gaze changed as he looked at everything around him.

Zhang Dalei asked, glancing at Simon who seemed to be thinking about something.

"Simon, we are already in Bangkok. Where should we go next?"

“There’s no need to go anywhere anymore.”

Simon shook his head and said:
"Now I have my answer."

Sometimes the answer is so simple. After more than a month of investigation, Simon finally knows the answer.

After getting the answer, he suddenly laughed and said:
"Okay, let's go to the airport now."

"What? Going to the airport now?"

Simon's decision stunned Zhang Dalei, and he looked at him with some confusion.

"Aren't you going to hang out in Bangkok? You just got here."

“There’s nothing much to see here.”

Now that we have the answer, there is no need to waste any more time on this question. Now we have reached a very clear conclusion - the Four Sons of Nanyang did exist in history, and the relationship between them was extremely close.

Simon shook his head after getting the answer and said.

“There is no difference between here and Malaysia.”

Looking at Zhang Dalei, Simon continued.

"Let's go to the airport. It's time to return to Chang'an."

(End of this chapter)