The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 135: Mo Dalongtou's Farm Soldiers
Mo Zibu discovered that Ye Xianyang was a very interesting person.

The last time he came here full of caution, he pretended not to know Cantonese or Hokkien, and deliberately spoke Meixian Hakka dialect very fast, which almost drove Wei, the translator, to a breakdown.

Now that everything has been settled and Ye Xianyang has understood Mo Zibu's character, Mo Zibu has discovered that he not only speaks fluent Cantonese, but he can also speak Mandarin better than most Cantonese people.

Compared with Wu Rang, Ye Fengchang and others, Mo Zibu also values Ye Xianyang the most.

In other words, he values the group behind Ye Xianyang the most - the Hakka people.

There are three reasons. First, the Hakka people are very strong in fighting capacity, stronger than the Teochew, Cantonese, Fuk Lao and Min Nan people.

It is obvious to all how capable the Hakka brothers of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom were in fighting.

Although the Hakka people have not yet been tempered by the hundreds of years of fighting between the natives and Hakkas, it does not mean that they cannot fight.

Because Hakka people have a tradition of fighting.

At least after the Huang Chao Uprising in the late Tang Dynasty and the collapse of the imperial court order, the Hakka people began to emerge.

At that time, they still lived in large numbers in Ganzhou and other places in southern Jiangxi. These places were poor places at the time and it was not easy to survive, so the Hakka people slowly figured out a way to live a good life.

That's robbery!
At the end of the Tang Dynasty, the Hakka people in southern Jiangxi often formed teams and went south or east to Guangdong and Fujian to kill and rob.

This trend began to take off after the Song Dynasty.

People in the Song Dynasty recorded that the people of Ganzhou were rough and reckless, fond of chaos, and had a tendency to kill each other. During the slack season, they would trade salt in the border areas of Fujian and Guangdong. They would carry weapons and plunder wherever they went, and fight with officials and soldiers. There would be thousands of them, and dozens of them at least. The government was unable to stop them, so they were called Ganke, which is also the origin of the word Hakka.

In the Ming Dynasty, the situation became increasingly serious. There are records of Gan people running as far as Hailufeng in Guangdong and the outskirts of Zhangzhou in Fujian to rob.

This is no longer a question of whether the government can stop it, but rather that the government simply dares not intervene.

These Gan people swaggered through the border, deliberately showing their weapons to the constables and even the garrison soldiers from Guangdong and Fujian.

After seeing this, the constables and garrison soldiers tacitly agreed not to go out so that the Gan merchants could finish their robbery and leave quickly.

In the end, it was the saint Wang Yangming who stepped in and killed more than 20,000 core members within two years to suppress this trend.

But this only suppressed the trend of blatant robbery, and Wang Yangming could not solve this habit that had been formed over thousands of years.

After losing their windfall, the Gan people could no longer stay in southern Jiangxi, so they had to continue migrating southward.

Although they did not dare to carry out large-scale looting, they continued to engage in small-scale robberies and their style was still very tough.

At the same time, in order to fight against them, the people in Guangdong and Guangxi, where Gan Hakka people were most widespread, also began to show strong martial spirit.

During the later anti-Manchu revolution, the chivalrous spirit of Guangdong people, who dared to fight to the death at the sound of slogans, practiced martial arts everywhere, and had militia groups everywhere, were the customs left over from the long-term struggle with the Gan Hakka people.

Therefore, even the Hakka people today, although they are far less capable in fighting than the Hakka veterans of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, are still the most powerful among the Chinese in Southeast Asia.

Not only men, but women and boys are also good at fighting.

Secondly, the Hakka people are different from the Teochew, Cantonese and Fujianese. They rarely focus on business, unlike others who go to Southeast Asia just to make a lot of money and go home to show off.

The Hakka people have two main hobbies: one is land, especially abundant and fertile land; the other is robbery.

This perfectly meets Mo Zibu's needs. What Mo Zibu wants is someone who can settle down and farm, and who also has strong martial virtues and is willing to use his sword to exchange for a good life.

If we can attract a large number of Hakkas to Southeast Asia, on the one hand they can take root there and cultivate a lot of fertile land.

On the other hand, their brutality can also be used to suppress the natives. These people who dared to plunder everywhere even though they were under the control of the government on the mainland, after arriving in Southeast Asia, any blind native who dared to stab them under their noses would think he would die.

Once the Hakka people with this characteristic take root in Southeast Asia, they will become the best source of soldiers for Mo Zibu.

Of course, the third and most important point is that the Hakka people do not have a leader yet.

In history, so many Hakkas went to Southeast Asia. It was after Luo Fangbai's success that the Hakkas had great support in Southeast Asia. Seeing that they could indeed make a fortune in Southeast Asia, they began to move south on a large scale.

At present, Luo Fangbai still has a few years before he goes to Southeast Asia, and another ten years before he becomes famous and becomes the King of Pontianak. There are not many Hakkas in Southeast Asia.

Mo Zibu now wants to become the leader of the Hakka people before Luo Fangbai.

Of course, Mo Zibu didn't know the exact time when Luo Fangbai would go to Southeast Asia, but he knew it should be around this time, so he was very anxious and wanted to rush to lead the Hakka people over.

Ye Xianyang was kept by Mo Zibu. He was given a small banquet every three days and a big banquet every five days, and was given a lot of good things.

He only had a small city called Taogong, with only three or four thousand people including Chinese and indigenous people, but he was given the title of Kun.

Mo Zibu even handed over the hundreds of Chinese people in Wencheng, southwest of Taogongcheng, to Ye Xianyang's jurisdiction. The treatment was quite good, so good that Ye Xianyang couldn't do anything about it.

If he had not been sure that Mo Zibu looked down on his small family business, he would have thought that Mo Zibu wanted to trick him into staying in Pattani and then send people to seize Taogong City.

Mo Zibu was really patient. He endured until Ye Xianyang felt that he had to do something for Mo Zibu. Only then did the two of them begin to communicate in more depth.

After another meal of delicious food and wine, Mo Zibu brought Chen Guangyao, Lin Tong, Wu Shiying and others, while Ye Xianyang was accompanied by his two cousins and his brother-in-law, a bearded strong man named Li.

When they had almost finished their drink, Mo Zibu sighed deeply at the moonlight outside the window, picked up his wine bowl, looked at the moon, and turned his back to the crowd and asked Ye Xianyang: "Wencai, do you know what I, a great Phaya, lack the most?"

Well, I don’t know what Ye Xianyang was thinking. He was a rough guy who played with a knife, but he insisted on giving himself a name, and he named it Weird Literary Talent. I really don’t know what he was thinking.

Mo Zibu's long sigh was filled with deep loss and unwillingness. Combined with his lonely back, he seemed extremely desolate and lonely, which gave Ye Xianyang goosebumps.

However, Mo Zibu's question confused Ye Xianyang again. In his opinion, you, Mo Dalongtou, the dignified Piye Andai, what could you possibly lack?

In terms of territory, the Andai region is probably as big as a province.

If you want a future and a title, you have thousands of tigers and wolves fighting for you, and the best soldiers from the West are all serving you.

He wanted a family, he came from a noble family, and his future wife was a princess of Siam.

With such a status, what else could you lack?
Ye Xianyang racked his brains and finally came up with a reason. "The leader sighed because the Burmese were occupying Ayutthaya, and he was worried about the future of Siam."

"No, no!" Mo Zibu turned his head and said proudly:
"The Burmese army is brutal and inhumane, and they are unpopular. We have a strong army in Taishan, and with this leader as our assistant, it is only a matter of time before we can drive the Burmese out. Why worry about the bones of these people in the grave?"

Ye Xianyang was at a loss as to what to do with this. He continued to think about it, and he really couldn't think of anything else that Mo Zibu was sighing about.

After a long pause, he finally replied in an uncultured way: "How can I, a humble man, understand the lofty vision of a leader?"

"I, Mo Zibu, have no shortage of gold, silver, or treasures, no shortage of fertile fields and mineral deposits, and no shortage of official positions or titles. What I lack are people, relatives from the mainland.

Since their grandfather, Lord Ou, went to Southeast Asia, the Hexian Mo family has opened up a large area of land, but they have lost their homeland and their roots.

I am ashamed to be an official of the Northern Dynasty, and I take social principles seriously; I would rather be a guest of the Southern Dynasty, and let my deeds be recorded in history.

His name was left in the painting, but he also lost his fellow villagers and relatives.

This Hexian, this Andai, three thousand miles of mountains and rivers, yet there are not many Han people guarding them. These fertile fields and mansions, which are the richest in the world, who knows which native barbarians will become their home in the future! "

After Mo Zibu finished speaking, Chen Guangyao, Lin Tong and other Mingxiang people fell silent, and the atmosphere suddenly became sad and bleak.

But to the Hakka people, it was a different experience.

Ye Xianyang got so excited that a curse word almost came out of his mouth, but luckily he held it back.

For a moment, Ye Xianyang didn't know whether he should mourn with Mo Zibu or curse him.

It's like Sicong in later generations saying to you, 'My family has tens of billions, so what? My father is busy running the business every day and has no time to talk to me. I'm really lacking love.

So I can only change a model-level girlfriend every day, eat delicacies every day, and buy villas, luxury cars and jewelry to entertain my loneliness. Do you know how uncomfortable I am?

Listen to me, is this even human language?
Your mother, Ye Xianyang and several brothers looked at each other. Dalongtou, you have no fellow villagers, you have no relatives, but we do!
From Ganzhou to Jiaying Prefecture, three to four million Hakkas struggle to survive in the mountainous areas.

Forget about the three thousand miles of rivers and mountains, you don't even need an acre of land. Just one mu of land, or even a section of the field ridge, is enough for the two families, men, women, young and old, to come together and fight each other until they are bleeding.

An acre of land is worth the hassle and even loss of life.

At that time, Jiaying Prefecture was only two-thirds the size of Chaozhou, with less than 30% of its arable land, but 60% of its population.

According to historical data, the population was 1755 in the 1820th year of Emperor Qianlong's reign () and million in the th year of Emperor Jiaqing's reign ().

This is only the registered population that pays taxes. It is hard to imagine how many there are actually.

At that time, Chaozhou in Guangdong was already a poor area with a large population and limited land. Eating two meals of porridge a day was considered a good life.

If the people of Chaozhou are living in dire straits now, then the Hakka people of Jiaying Prefecture have one foot in hell.

Similarly, the living conditions in Ganzhou, the Hakka stronghold north of Jiaying Prefecture, are comparable to those in Jiaying Prefecture.

Fields, fertile fields, have become the most beautiful dream in the hearts of Hakka people.

The reason why Ye Xianyang's Taogong City had only one or two thousand fellow villagers was that Jiaying Prefecture was not near the sea. Since the Hakka people spoke a different language from other Cantonese people, it was difficult for them to use their large ships to go to Southeast Asia. Even if they could borrow them, they would inevitably be cheated.

Secondly, the land here in Tao Gong's area is not very fertile, and the main focus is on gold mining. The Hakka people do not own many gold mines, so they cannot accommodate too many fellow villagers to make money.

If the Hakka people could have the territory and reputation that Mo Zibu has now, Ye Xianyang couldn't even imagine how many men who were living a hard life in their hometown would go to Southeast Asia.

The moonlight shone on the plate in front of him. There were large pieces of chicken, duck, and fish left on it, which were completely inedible. But in his hometown, a dried vegetable cake was a rare delicacy.

After drinking too much, Ye Xianyang began to become sentimental and couldn't help but shed hot tears.

Over there, Mo Zibu was still being sentimental. He turned his back to Ye Xianyang and said somewhat bleakly:
“The biggest reason why Wencai and I hit it off right away is that when I saw the word ‘Hakka’, it reminded me of myself.

You are strangers in Guangdong, while my Mo family is a stranger in Southeast Asia, having lost our country and our home. Alas, we are both wanderers in this world!"

Ye Xianyang could no longer hold back, he knelt down with a plop, "If Lord Ren De does not mind, I, Ye Xianyang, am willing to be your fellow townsman and relative.

Please show mercy and save the Hakka people in Jiaying Prefecture."

(End of this chapter)