The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 202 The honeymoon period passed too quickly

Mo Zibu now has three things to do.

The first thing he did was to write to his mother, Mrs. Chen, to ask for the five palm leaf scrolls he had given her back. It was likely that Mrs. Chen would mentally remember Mo Zibu again.

The second thing is Zheng Xin's side, Mo Zibu must go and talk to him.

Because after the initial honeymoon period, the differences in their paths began to widen.

Taksin was a mixed-race Tang-Siamese man, with many Chinese under his command, but there were also many Siamese.

And since there were millions of Siamese people and Taksin himself was of mixed race, his governing model and political system were in line with those of previous Siamese dynasties.

As for Mo Zibu, he took the authentic Chinese path, which was to rebuild China in Southeast Asia. This led to the two people taking completely opposite routes.

After eliminating the threat of the White Elephant King, or even before eliminating the White Elephant King, Najin and the Siamese under Taksin began to constantly exclude Mok Zi Bu.

They were afraid that Mo Zi Bu would have too much influence on Zheng Xin, causing Zheng Xin to follow the same path as Mo Zi Bu.

In that case, the Thonburi Dynasty would become a real Chinese dynasty, and the status of these mixed-race and indigenous people would definitely be lowered.

At the same time, Zheng Xin also cannot do without the support of these people, so he must start to keep his distance from Mo Zibu.

What’s more serious is that there is also a problem with Mo Zibu.

In the eyes of the civil officials, military generals and even soldiers under Mo Zi Bu's command, the entire Andai region was conquered by Mo Zi Bu, and Siam originally only had a tributary control over these places.

Therefore, the Andai region should not belong to Siam, but should be independent and integrated with Ha Tien to establish a Han Chinese state with Mo Zi Bu as king.

They particularly disliked Siamese titles such as Luang, Kun, Wan, etc., nor did they like Siamese official titles.

This is far inferior to the dukes, marquises, earls, prefects, county magistrates, or envoys and garrison commanders. They sound like barbarians and are not impressive at all.

Under the surge of public opinion, Mo Zibu was even forced to change the county-level official position that originally had a Siamese flavor into a garrison commander.

Mo Zibu sighed. It was impossible for Siam to give up the Andai region, not to mention Mergui and Dawei.

Taksin could tolerate Mo Zi Bu's semi-independent status, but he certainly could not allow Mo Zi Bu to return the Andai area and Tanasarin to Ha Tien.

However, Mo Zibu's subordinates, including peripheral figures such as Wu Rang, Zhuang Chunde, and Ye Fengchang, were making trouble all the time, hoping to break away from Siam and establish a Chinese country.

After thinking for a long time, Mo Zi Bu realized that before returning to Ha Tien to raise an army to retake Gia Dinh, he must go to Thonburi to have a good talk with Taksin.

If this problem cannot be solved, or at least cannot be alleviated, then the historical Zheng-Mo conflict may still occur.

The third thing is the Thirteen Hongs that Mo Zibu has always wanted.

Now the Siamese delegation is in Beijing to pay homage to Emperor Qianlong, and Mingde should have brought Mo Zibu's thoughts back to Beijing.

It would not be difficult for him to qualify as the general merchant of one of the Thirteen Hongs since he had made such great contributions.

But now, when he suddenly received the news that Qianlong was actually very wary of him, Mo Zibu felt uncertain again for a moment.

Just as I finished writing the letter to my mother, Chen Chengji rushed in like a whirlwind, still shouting loudly.

"It's born, it's born, the prince is born!"

Before Mo Zibu could understand what was going on, Chen Chengji's loud mouth caused the entire Luokun Palace, inside and outside, to cheer.

Mo Zibu finally remembered what was going on and slapped Chen Chengji in the face, feeling both amused and helpless.

“What the fuck is advent, do you even know the words?

Also, I am the prince, not your nephew, so stop yelling nonsense."

Ou Zihuang, who was behind Mo Zibu, immediately looked up at the sky and tapped his chin with his right hand, as if there was some beautiful scenery in the sky, as if he didn't hear anything.

Mo Zibu gave him an annoyed look and said, "Brother, stop pretending. Dad already knew this. How about you go back and prepare for me?"

Mo Zibu has a lot of things to deal with, and the biggest problem now is that his subordinates are already hoping that Ou Tianci will abdicate.

The fact that Chen Chengji dared to shout "The Crown Prince has been born" everywhere is a clear proof.

"Alright, then congratulations, Your Majesty. I, your uncle, can also prepare some gifts and go back to see my newborn nephew."

Ou Zihuang just felt that the world was changing too fast. A year or two ago, he was still competing with Mo Zibu for the position of crown prince.

Today, even my father, Li Yuan, can no longer hold his position.

The two brothers exchanged a few more words, only to hear the cheers growing louder and louder. From halfway up the mountain where the palace was located, they could see a large crowd of people gathering towards the square.

Mo Zibu didn't feel much about the birth of his son, and there wasn't even much of a ripple in his heart.

Chen's little cousin Azhen became pregnant after being with him for two or three months. Not long after she became pregnant, she was taken away by her mother Chen.

Firstly, Mo Zibu had no time to take care of the child. Secondly, with Mo Zibu's status, the child's life from conception to birth had to be strictly recorded, and there had to be a reliable person to watch the child being born from the womb.

Therefore, Mo Zibu's relationship with his little cousin was not very deep, and he had not been involved in any events after the pregnancy, so it would be strange if he had any feelings.

He only knew that his little cousin had given birth to a son for him, and that his key mission was half completed, so he no longer had to live an ascetic life.

But the people below don’t think so. At this time, the two words "follow the dragon's merits" and "live and die with the country" still carry great weight in people's hearts.

The most important thing for a king is to have a successor, or at least to demonstrate the ability to produce offspring.

Otherwise, if something goes wrong, the kingdom will be taken away by someone else, and your old brothers who have followed you through thick and thin will lose their interests, and people will surely be uneasy. So, what Mo Zibu saw as a minor matter was, in the eyes of others, a major event.

. . . .

When the real messenger of good news, Pei Jiannan, the cousin of King Mo, arrived in Luokun, the whole city was filled with joy.

Countless Hakka people who had already begun to gain a foothold in Southeast Asia happily sent their own red rooster ginger wine, glutinous rice flour, and red eggs to the palace.

The reed grass and bamboo leaves that had been washed for three days were piled higher than the house.

As soon as Pei Jiannan and his entourage got off the boat, they ate several bowls of ginger wine dumplings, ginger sugar water red egg buns, etc. along the way.

Some of these things will only be prepared after the full moon, but the enthusiastic Hakka immigrants have already prepared them.

It's not that they've been preparing recently, but some people have been preparing spontaneously when the pregnancy was only six or seven months. They even know the due date better than Mo Zibu.

As for those who took the initiative to go and congratulate, there were even more of them, including people from western Guangdong, Chaozhou, Hakka, and southern Fujian from Zhangzhou and Quanzhou, all coming in an endless stream.

When Pei Jiannan arrived at the palace, the celebratory banquet had already begun.

Mo Zibu didn't have many servants around him, and the cooks in the army were not suitable for hosting banquets.

But a large number of Hakka and Minnan people happily took part in the preparations themselves, and Mo Zibu didn't have to worry about anything. More than 200 tables were prepared in a short time.

When a large amount of food was delivered, Mo Zibu didn't even know who to pay.

Ye Xiaomei was carrying a large basket of red eggs, with eighty-eight eggs in each basket on either side. Together, the baskets and straw weighed over twenty kilograms. She walked briskly and effortlessly, as if she had no weight at all.
When Ye Xiaomei came to Mo Zibu, she didn't know whether her face was red from embarrassment or tiredness. Her eyes sparkled and she said without any stage fright:
"Your Majesty, the Hakka people of Xinjia County, Nakhon Si Thammarat Prefecture, congratulate you. These eggs were laid by the chickens we raised after arriving in Southeast Asia. They are a gift from everyone to thank you for bringing us to this precious land."

The name Xinjia County sounds like the Hakka settlement area in Jiaying Prefecture.

The land of Nakhon Si Thammarat can hardly be called a treasure land for the Cantonese people in the Pearl River Delta.

But for the Hakka people who have been struggling in Jiaying Prefecture, it is no exaggeration to call it a treasure land.

These people have only been in Southeast Asia for a little over a year, but they have already reclaimed a large amount of land.

Although we are still going through the period of using human and livestock chicken and duck feces, leaves and fire ashes to fatten the crops, some well-trained areas have begun to produce grain.

At the same time, the extremely abundant fish catches in Southeast Asia and the large amount of fruits in the dense forests can basically cover 80% to 90% of their food needs.

Everyone's enthusiasm was completely ignited under this situation.

Since we can barely eat enough now, once the fields are successfully fertilized, good days will not be far away.

Mo Zibu took the red eggs personally and asked casually, "Are you used to living in Luokun?"

Mo Zibu asked this because he already knew this girl very well.

She went south with the halo of becoming his princess, but Mo Zibu was busy with military affairs and didn't pay much attention to her for a year.

Over the past year, Ye Xiaomei has not complained or felt sorry for herself. She has been like an ordinary Hakka woman, clearing wasteland from the mountains, raising pigs and cattle, rowing boats to catch fish, and raising chickens and ducks.

The pigs she raised were the fattest and strongest among all the women in Xinjia County. She was responsible for the farm work of more than ten acres of land by herself, and also took care of the laundry and cooking for the six brothers of the Ye family. She was a typical Chinese peasant woman who was the most hardworking and persevering.

Such a girl is just right for Mo Zibu to promote and strengthen his connection with the Hakka people.

Because this ethnic group, which has not yet moved to Southeast Asia on such a large scale as in history, will be the core ethnic group of his future Nanyang foundation.

So if the link between Mo Zibu and the Hakka people is a scheming bitch, it will definitely become a big trouble in the future.

Only someone with Ye Xiaomei's character would avoid adding fuel to the fire and causing disturbances that would destroy unity.

Hearing Mo Zibu's greeting, Ye Xiaomei finally felt a little embarrassed and shy.

"Thanks to the king, all of us who came here by sea vessel are doing well."

Wow, she knows a little bit about politics. It seems that this girl is not just a peasant woman as she appears to be.

"That's good. As long as you are doing well, I will feel relieved." Mo Zibu looked at Ye Xiaomei.

"I'll be very busy these few days, and I won't have many people around me, so please come over, little sister, and arrange a banquet at the palace."

Even louder cheers rang out, and the Hakka people were especially happy.

In fact, they were so excited to celebrate the birth of Mo Zibu's son because they knew that only after the eldest son was born from the belly of the Chen family in western Guangdong could the younger sister of the Ye family be with the king.

Li Quan was right behind Mo Zibu. Looking at Ye Xianyang with his eyebrows raised to the sky, he felt very uncomfortable. His younger sister had also been chosen.

As a result, when Ye Xianyang went to his home, he found that his parents had already married off his younger sister early. The girl was only sixteen years old and her child was almost one year old.

Depressed, he sent some money home and never asked about it again.

Pei Jiannan was watching all this from afar, and he understood everything in his heart. Not to mention the tigers and wolves under Mo Zibu, even the 100,000 Hakkas who had gone to Southeast Asia in the past year or so would not recognize Ou Tianci.

Originally, Pei Jiannan came to Luo Kun to persuade Mo Zibu.

After all, although Mo Zibu's father, his cousin Ou Tianci, is almost seventy years old, he is still in good spirits and not senile. He can definitely steer Mo Zibu for another three to five years.

But now, he just wanted to go back to Hexian to persuade Ou Tianci to hand over power as soon as possible after stabilizing it for another one or two years, let alone three to five years.

(End of this chapter)