The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 216: The East Wind Rises and the Tide Rises, and the King Emerges ( in words)
At the hour of Mao, waves surged on the sea, and when darkness and light met, heaven and earth were in chaos.

The dark blue sea seemed to be connected with the dark blue sky. There was a sense of oppression pressing down from the sky, which made people feel particularly heavy.

Suddenly, a small windmill hanging on the side of the ship began to spin faster and faster.

Near the end of the year, it was extremely rare to have a southeast wind. The fleet drifted on the sea for several days just waiting for this opportunity.

At this time, the tide began to rise, and the warship began to sway back and forth, and moved forward involuntarily.

"The wind is rising, the wind is rising, the southeast wind is rising!"

"The waves are coming, the waves are coming, the high tide is coming!"

The sentries responsible for observing the wind and tide cheered loudly, and the bells and bronze bells hanging on each ship began to ring suddenly.

Countless kerosene lamps were lit one after another, and mirage-like lights suddenly appeared on the coast.

It was like a monster that had been lurking for a long time suddenly opened its eyes.

"The fleet will depart in order. Pay attention to the distance between the front and rear. Those that drift too far will be ignored. The Chenghai Regiment will leave one infantry company guarding the campfire at the mouth of the Saigon River."

As soon as Mo Zibu's order was issued, bonfires that guided the fleet at the mouth of the Saigon River in the distance were lit one after another.

These were soldiers who had landed early and had prepared everything long ago. They were just waiting for the southeast wind to blow. When they saw the faint lights of the fleet on the sea, they would light the fire that had been prepared long ago.

As for why the estuary of the Saigon River, which controls the waterway to an important city like Jiading, not only has no artillery, but also no port fleet.

Quite simply, they can't afford it.

Because from ancient times to the present, a fully dedicated soldier has always been very expensive.

With the productivity of Southeast Asia at that time, at least two or three families were needed to support one full-time soldier.

Because this soldier did not live in a civilian's home, he only needed to have food to eat.

Instead, the things produced by the people need to be handed over to the government first, and then the government is responsible for transporting them to the soldiers. The loss here is not low.

In addition to food, they also need clothes, weapons, military pay, rewards, and the construction of various defensive facilities, etc.

If we add the rich and luxurious lives of the garrisons, military commanders and others to maintain, officials at all levels will have to work hard to collect taxes, and manpower is needed.

Maintaining a regime is not easy due to the disasters caused by the good or bad weather.

So in fact, if all the above factors are added together, it would take at least eight households to support a full-time soldier and bear very heavy taxes.

The Guangnan Kingdom was located near Jiading and only had six camps and three towns.

It includes the three camps of Phu An, Ping Kang and Ping Shun set up in the former Champa site.

The three camps of Zhenbian, Fanzhen and Longhu were set up in the old Zhenla area.

As well as Chen Shangchuan's Mingxiang, Yang Yandi's Qinghe, and the Mo family's Hexian towns.

After Yang Yandi was killed by Huang Jin and then Huang Jin was pacified by the Nguyen family, Qinghe Society was basically merged into Mingxiang Society.

Therefore, including the Mo family, Guangnan only has eight camps of land in Jiading, or south of Guiren.

This type of camp is both a military unit and an administrative unit, with each camp having approximately 7,000 to 10,000 households.

After excluding the Mo family and half of the Chen family that they could not control, based on 9,000 households in each camp and six people in each household, the total population of the six and a half camps was about 350,000.

Each battalion can provide 900 full-time regular soldiers and 900 part-time special soldiers, totaling 1,800 people in each battalion, and six and a half battalions have a total of 11,700 people.

Then the officers at all levels received some empty salaries, and the actual military strength was maintained at around 10,000.

This small number of troops had to guard an area of approximately 220,000 square kilometers south of Qui Nhon, which is the size of Hunan Province. At the same time, they had to guard against resistance from the Champa and Chenla peoples and maintain suppression of Cambodia.

These tasks alone are difficult to complete, and you also want them to form a navy, build fortresses at the estuary, and set up cannons. What are you thinking?

Therefore, Jiading’s coastal defense has always been left unattended.

Only after the tax silver and tribute items sent to Hue were robbed, would they temporarily organize a fleet to cooperate with Hue's navy to suppress them.

If Chinese pirates come to attack, the Guangnan fleet will not be able to defeat them.

The Guangnan court in Hue would threaten to wipe out the lairs of the Chinese pirates on the Guangnan territory.

Through Hoi An as an intermediary channel, they communicated with the pirates and asked the Chinese pirates to return the stolen goods, replace the culprits, or clean up the mess.

Therefore, Mo Zibu's fleet had a smooth journey, as if entering an empty land. The few small outposts set up by the Guangnan people at the mouth of the sea were killed by the Chen family soldiers of the Yicongtuan before they even had time to light the signal fire.

The estuary of the Saigon River is about fifty kilometers away from Jiading. The fleet took advantage of the wind and sails and quickly poured into the estuary with the help of the tide.

The hundred-ton warship flew across the Saigon River, and by the time it reached about twenty kilometers from Jiading, it was already bright.

Zheng Qing was accompanied by guards and servants, holding his son in his arms. His wife had bound feet and was supported by several maids with large feet as they ran towards Jiading City.

"Chen Dali doesn't know the timing. My family is already disheartened, so why is he still clinging on? Enough people have died in the past hundred years since Jiashen. We just want to live!"

Zheng Hui's younger brother Zheng Duan wiped the sweat from his forehead and kept complaining.

"Chen Shangchuan is indeed a hero, but what is he compared to my ancestors? It's enough that our ancestors shed blood. Do we have to let our descendants be buried with them?"

"Keep your voice down!" Zheng Hui turned around abruptly and stared at his brother fiercely, "Isn't the surname Zheng eye-catching enough?
If you really want to let everyone know our family's origins, so that they can be exploited, then your entire family will be buried alive with you."

Zheng Duan felt a little uncomfortable after being scolded by his brother. He lowered his head and picked off the yellow mud on the soles of his shoes.

"It's been hard enough for us to come to this desolate land of southern China. We finally managed to build up some wealth and live a peaceful life for a few days. Now..."

Zheng Hui also felt a little uncomfortable. Seeing that the Saigon River was not far away, he asked his guards, servants and the tribesmen who followed them to stop and rest for a while.

After a long silence, Zheng Hui looked south into the distance. He seemed to see rumbling black smoke rising from Ben Tre City and heard the deafening shouts of killing from there.

"Brother Dali has finally chosen this path." Zheng Hui patted his brother Zheng Duan on the shoulder, "In this world, some people choose to live, and some choose to die.

Chen Dali was willing to die for his country rather than be a slave to others. His aspirations are noble and pure, and we who are just living in poverty cannot judge him. What does it matter if his family property is lost? He can always earn more.

Hearing the sadness and yearning in his brother's words, Zheng Duan fell silent. Then, fearing Zheng Qing's impulsiveness, he quickly advised:
"Brother, please be more open-minded. You can't return to your homeland. We still have so many people in our tribe who need your care. Anshe is still so young."

Soft footsteps were heard, and a little girl, about six years old, with a delicate face and delicate figure, ran up to Zheng Qing holding a piece of cake and called out in a baby voice, "Daddy, this is for you."

The tense expression on Zheng Qing's face melted away. He gently picked up his son from the ground and said, "My Anshe is so good. Daddy doesn't want to eat, so you eat it."

After hearing this, the little kid carefully started eating with big mouthfuls. Zheng Qing called his wife over and said, "Anshe is six years old and has never had a name. Let's give him one today."

His wife nodded, and Zheng Qing looked into the distance, "Knowing it's impossible, but still doing it, it's unwise, but it's ambitious.

We dare not imitate him, but we should know his virtue and respect and admire him. Anshe's name should be taken from the "Junzi Huaide" in the Analects of Confucius, and he should be called Zheng Huaide.

Zheng Qing was born in Mingxiang, Jiading. His great-grandfather Zheng Hui came to the Mekong Plain with Yang Yandi's family before Zheng Keshuang surrendered to the Qing Dynasty.

By the time of Zheng Qing's father's generation, the city of Bianhe in the northeast of Jiading began to prosper and gradually became a wealthy merchant.

Zheng Qing received a good Confucian education since childhood and was a prominent figure in the Bianhe literati circle.

He also spent money to buy a sixth-rank official position in the Anchang team in Guangnan, in charge of taxation, public security and other matters in the small town of Anchang.

However, for the sake of his son Anshe's education, Zheng Qing gradually shifted the family's focus to Jiading over the years.

Because Zheng Qing felt that only in this way could his son receive the best and most authentic Mingxiang education.

As a result, they unexpectedly encountered Chen Guangyao causing trouble in Ben Tre. They thought that Chen Dali had finally been unable to bear the oppression and decided to perish together with the enemy, so they quickly fled north from Ben Tre.

Zheng Qing also carries a huge secret in his heart. His family claims that their sixth-generation ancestor, Yuanpu Gong, was the Minister of War of the Ming Dynasty and that his ancestral home was Changle, Fuzhou, etc., but all of it is false.

In fact, Zheng Qing’s fifth-generation ancestor was Zheng Kuan, the sixth son of Wang Chenggong from the Kingdom of Yanping.

Ninety years ago, before Zheng Keshuang surrendered to the Qing Dynasty, he had planned to take refuge in Cambodia, a reserved retreat.

But he was finally stopped by Liu Guoxuan and Feng Xifan. They used the reasons that after fleeing south, the Qing army would arrive again and the situation at sea was unpredictable, which finally made Zheng Keshuang decide to surrender to the Qing.

At this time, Zheng Qing's great-grandfather had already taken his servants south to serve as a vanguard for Zheng Keshuang. They waited and waited, but the Dongning fleet never arrived.

It was not until Zheng Keshuang arrived in Beijing that they learned that the Zheng family of Dongning had surrendered to the Qing Dynasty.

Zheng Qing's great-grandfather fell ill due to anger, and the rest of his family scattered. The family had no choice but to rely on Yang Yandi and take root in the Mekong Plain.

The little kid in his hand also had a bright future. He was Zheng Huaide, a famous politician and writer in Vietnamese history, the editor-in-chief of the Annals of Dai Nam during the Nguyen Dynasty, and a close confidant of Nguyen Phuc Anh in unifying Vietnam. He was also a native of Minh Huong.

Zheng Qing has been trying his best to conceal his identity as the grandson of the king.

Because he knew that in Tiannan, this identity was a prelude to disaster and could easily be used as a signboard.

Therefore, in the family, except for him and his younger brother Zheng Duan, even his wife and children did not know who their ancestors were.

"Let's go back to Bianhe. Without the Chen family, the people of Mingxiang will lose their backbone.

Nguyen Phuc Tam, Song Phuc Chia, and even the court in Hue should be able to rest assured, and the rest may be able to survive."

After that, Zheng Qing asked his son Zheng Huaide to bow three times in the direction of Ben Tre in the south. Although the little Zheng Huaide did not understand, he still did it obediently.

"Even if the Chen family is gone, isn't there still the Ou family? They won't let it go, right?" Zheng Duan asked softly.

Zheng Qing quickly shook his head, "If we really want to preserve the Mingxiang people, only the Chen family can do it, because since ancient times, farming and fighting have been the way to establish a kingdom.

The Ou family founded their country on commerce and pursued financial profits. Among the 40,000 Chinese people, less than 20% were willing to farm peacefully, and people's hearts were unstable.

Hexian is located in a place surrounded by wars. Once the war breaks out, there will be no room for maneuver.

It seems glorious and prosperous, but in fact it is like living in a wax tower. With just a little spark, you will be in danger of being burned by fire.

The most important thing is that Duke Ou Shilin called himself the King of Cambodia, which offended Siam in the west and made the Hue court uneasy in the east, and his power was not enough to deal with both sides.

Fortunately, Prince Ding is young and foolish, and the treacherous ministers Zhang and Qin Hui are in power. The court is busy with fierce political struggles and he cannot withdraw.

If one day someone in the Hue court cleans up the government, the Mo family's fate will likely be even worse than the Chen family's."

I have to say that Zheng Qing was very talented. If there had been no Tây Sơn Uprising in history, Nguyen Phuc Anh, the only one of the Nguyen family who escaped the net, would have had to rely on the support of the Ha Tien Mo family.

At the same time, if the Mo family was defeated by Zheng Xin and could hardly pose a threat to the Ruan family, their fate might indeed be much worse than that of the Chen family in Jiading.

"I heard that Mo family's Awu, the loyal and righteous prince consort, is very capable. Maybe he can take up this banner in the future?" Zheng Duan thought of a person. Rumors about this Mo Wu were spread everywhere, making him feel that this person might be a powerful figure.

"You, I asked you to read more, but you just won't!"

Zheng Qing shook his head decisively, because Mo Zibu's reputation as a loyal and righteous prince consort was hyped up by this group of scholars.

Therefore, Zheng Qing knew very well what was going on. In his opinion, Mo Zibu's operation did seem very smart, but the businessman's aura within him was too obvious.

Zheng Qing started his career as a businessman and knew too well what kind of people those wealthy businessmen were like.

Therefore, he simply did not believe in the character that Mo Zibu had spent money to create. It was okay to deceive the illiterate common people, but it was not enough to deceive a Confucian businessman like him who had traveled all over the country and held an official position.

But while shaking his head, Zheng Qing didn't say anything definitive. "I still can't quite figure this guy out. I don't know what he wants to do by getting the title of a loyal and righteous prince consort.
Does he think that after he has become famous, the Ruan family should give him a female ruler, or does he want to raise his status so that he can return to Ha Tien and compete with his brother for the family business?

The two brothers spoke a few more words, both feeling deeply desperate about the future. Without the Chen family and the Mo family, the people of Mingxiang would eventually scatter across this land like loose sand.

The person may survive, but the spirit will be gone.

While the two of them were talking, more Mingxiang people fled here from Ben Tre. These people, carrying the elderly and children, and their limited belongings, were like marching ants.

Most people actually had the same reaction as Zheng Duan to the Chen family's sudden resistance.

They sympathized with the Chen family, but they did not understand them, and they did not want their relatively settled lives to be shattered by war.

When there are more people, there will be more gossip.

The mother of a lost child was frantically searching for her. The child who could not see his parents burst into tears in the crowd, causing other children to cry as well.

Someone lost his only bit of silver and money, and screamed in pain, cursing the thief for being heartless.

Several families who had quarrels all the time clashed with each other along the way, and finally couldn't help but start cursing at each other.

There was another quarrel coming from the front. It turned out that a few Yue bullies here occupied the floating bridge for crossing the river and refused to let people pass unless they paid.

On the other side, several small ferries came wobbling over and priced exorbitant prices.

Some people couldn't help but step forward to argue, but were knocked to the ground by the bully, causing their wives and children to cry incessantly.

Zheng Qing stood on a high place and saw his compatriots struggling like fish in a dried-up swamp. He couldn't help but feel sad.

He leaned against a large tree, humming a mournful murmur: "The road to Tongguan is traversed by mountains and rivers. Looking towards the Western Capital, I feel hesitant."

"It is heartbreaking to see the palaces of the Qin and Han dynasties reduced to dust. When prosperity flourishes, the people suffer. When decline falls, the people suffer."

Suddenly someone interrupted from below. It was a scholar in blue clothes, and there was a younger man beside him.

But although he was a scholar, it seemed that his life must be very difficult, because his blue robe was covered with patches and some places were torn, the hem was covered with mud, and he had no shoes on his feet. The yellow mud was stuck to his feet, as if they were one with the earth.

"Brother, please come up. I have booked a speedboat and there are still some vacancies." Zheng Qing was a wealthy businessman and also an official, so naturally he was much better off than the common people.

The guards holding steel knives made way for them, and the scholar in blue and his brother quickly emerged from the mire of the crowd and came to this hilltop that looked like a paradise in troubled times.

This is also the power of scholars. They are well-educated and knowledgeable, and can quickly attract others to become like-minded people based on their temperament and poetry.

Even if the other person looks embarrassed, he may be a farmer in the morning but may become an emperor in the evening. No one will be stingy with a little convenience, because no one can guarantee that this person will not become successful.

"Fuchun Li Guangxian and his younger brother Guangding would like to thank you for your help," said the older scholar with a bow.

"So you're the son of Envoy Tuoli. I've heard so much about you!"

Zheng Qing returned the greeting with a bow and immediately knew where the other party came from. This is also one of the invisible powers or conveniences of scholars.

Phu Xuan is Hue, and Tuobei is a little north of Hoi An, and was later called Da Nang.

Li Guangxian's father briefly served as the county magistrate of Tuoyang. Both brothers were famous for their literary talent, especially their twelve-year-old brother Li Guangding, who was known as a child prodigy and therefore had some fame.

Their Li family is not from Mingxiang but from Hanmen, that is, a high-ranking Han family that has been assimilated into the Jing ethnic group. It is said that they arrived in Annan in the early Song Dynasty, and therefore were quite close to the Mingxiang people.

"Brother Li, do you know what's happening in Penang? Has it fallen?" Zheng Qing used the word "fallen", which shows where his position lies.

Li Guangxian was not surprised. If he had a choice, he would naturally prefer to be on good terms with the Mingxiang people. He despised corrupt officials like Zongshi Yan, so he replied:
"We haven't been trapped yet. I heard that the Chen family invited a team of red-armored soldiers from somewhere.

He wore a red robe, which caused the Western tribes to spontaneously fire their muskets, as if they were heavenly soldiers descending from the earth. He inflicted heavy casualties on the five battalions of soldiers, and thus was unable to capture the city.

"Red Armor Army?" Zheng Qing was a little confused. "The Chen family's Red Coat and Silver Sword Soldiers have been useless for a long time. Where did these come from? Could it be the River Immortals' soldiers?"

Li Guangxian smiled and was about to answer when he suddenly heard a burst of terrified screams from the crowd. Countless people began to flee everywhere, screaming, like a swarm of frightened ants. Even Zheng Qing's guards could not protect the hill.

His younger brother Li Guangding looked into the distance and saw large ships appearing on the river where the sky and the earth met. He just screamed when he saw an army suddenly appearing at the river bend.

This river bend was blocked by a valley, so the situation on the other side could not be seen at all. By the time the army appeared, they were very close to the crowd who were blocked at the ferry, which was why the crowd screamed.

Cold sweat dripped down the faces of Zheng Duan and Li Guangxian. As the saying goes, soldiers pass by like combing the wounds while bandits pass by like rakes. Although it was not so exaggerated this time, the military discipline of the soldiers in the fifth battalion was not very good.

Although murder may not be committed, it is inevitable that money will be lost, women will be insulted, and men without money will be forced to do hard labor.

Zheng Qing's wife, who had slightly bound feet, looked at Zheng Qing in despair. These guards looked brave, but when facing the army, they were no different from civilians.

"Qinglang, take Huaide and the others away, leave me alone!"

Zheng Qing turned a deaf ear to his wife's screams. He stared blankly into the distance and staggered a few times.

In the distance, the army that turned around from the river bend was flying two large flags: one with a red border and a white sun on a blue background, and the other with a black border and a white sun on a red background.

On the central flag with a blue background and red edges were inscribed the seven large characters "Imperially Granted Commander-in-Chief of Leizhou". The other five flying tiger flags in blue, white, yellow, red and black were flying high in the corresponding directions of the army.

Amid the rapid beats of drums, the army was divided into five formations. The elite soldiers in the middle wore white Western pants, red battle jackets, and vermilion lacquered helmets with the word "Yong" on their heads.

On both sides were people wearing black shirts and black pants, and large black hats, while others were wearing white pants, gray shirts, and tall Western hats.

The entire army followed the command as one, and marched forward in unison to the sound of drums, with the bayonets of their spontaneous muskets shining in the sunlight.

After seeing the panicked people, the command flags in the battle array fluttered, and dozens of cavalrymen came galloping over, holding high a black-bordered, blue-bottomed, red-lettered flag with the words "Clear the Road" written on it.

"These aren't soldiers from the Fifth Battalion. These are Ming Dynasty troops. Where did they come from? Where did they come from?"

Zheng Qing burst into tears and jumped up and down on the hill, completely losing the seriousness of the head of the family.

Zheng Duan was also watching all this in shock, watching the army that he had only heard described by his ancestors suddenly appear before his eyes like a divine army descending from the sky.

Chen Chengshan walked in the front row. After five years, he finally set foot on the land of Jiading. Together with thousands of his comrades, he came with confidence of victory and anger for revenge.

A sentry rode up, showed him the command flag, and shouted, "The king commands us to march in formation and show our might. Let the whole army sing a triumphal song!"

"Understood!" Chen Chengshan crossed his arms in response, then shouted, "The military band should play the triumphal song, and the entire army should sing!"

The so-called triumphal song is a military song composed by Grandpa Qi Jiguang. I, King Mo, learned from Ji Xiaoxinshu and others, so naturally I have to use the military song of Qi's army.

Then the military band changed the music, and the whole army stood up and sang:
"With ten thousand people united, even mountains can be shaken. With loyalty and righteousness, even the spirit of the bull can fight.

My lord loves me like a parent. If I violate military law, I will not be free.

The orders are clear, the rewards and punishments are just. Facing the water and fire, dare you delay?
Report to the emperor, and save the people. Kill all the Japanese slaves, and seek a title of nobility.

When the whole army sang "Report to the emperor, save the people. Kill all the Japanese, seek a title.", they sang it three times in a row, with resounding voices.

"This is the Ming army, this is the Ming army. They are singing Grandpa Qi's triumphal song. Come, let's sing together, let's sing together!"

Zheng Qing shouted loudly, and then took the lead in responding. Brothers Zheng Duan, Li Guangxian, and Li Guangding also started singing along.

Soon after, some soldiers among the fleeing crowd also noticed that the opposing army was singing a triumphal song and began to sing along.

Before long, the crowd gathered around the hill and began to sing along.

Qi Wuyi's triumphal song is not well-known in later generations, but it was still very famous at that time because it was often sung as an enlightenment children's song.

After all, the idea that human nature is inherently good is a bit difficult to understand in the context of urban enlightenment, and is not as good as this one with a melody and is catchy.

The people gathered on the hill like ants, and the army came from far away like a spring breeze.

"Excuse me, General, where are you from? Has the Ming Dynasty been revived?" Zheng Qing pushed through the crowd, jumped to the front and asked loudly.

Chen Chengshan approached the crowd and bowed, answering, "I am the vanguard of Kunlun, leading the way here on behalf of the king. Are you all citizens of the Ming Dynasty?"

"We all are, we all are!" Before Zheng Qing could answer, the people on the hill answered loudly in surprise.

Zheng Qing asked his younger brother Zheng Duan to run behind and cheer, "The soldiers of the loyal and righteous Prince Consort Ren De have arrived. The soldiers of the loyal and righteous Prince Consort Ren De have arrived."

The people finally stopped being afraid and rushed over like a tide. Some clapped and laughed, while others burst into tears.

Upon seeing this, Mo Zibu immediately rode his horse and rushed to the front. When the people saw him wearing a bright red robe and a wingless black gauze hat, they knew that a high-ranking official had arrived and rushed over.

Mo Zibu asked the guards to take out the biscuits and candies they had and share them with the children who were rushing over. He then stepped forward and shouted from his horse:
"I am the River Immortal Mo Wu, and I have come here specifically to protect my fellow countrymen. Please do not panic!"

The cheers of the onlookers were deafening. Mo Zibu jumped off his horse, picked up a little girl who was squeezed to the side and walked into the crowd.

The people finally let down their guard. The young boy whose father had just been beaten by the Guangnan bully came forward to beg for mercy. Mo Zibu immediately ordered his soldiers to ride on horseback to capture him.

There were also bandits who had just robbed and beaten civilians, and some people came running to complain. Mo Zibu immediately arranged for a military judge with a white-painted helmet to lead people to capture them.

Zheng Qing squeezed through the crowd and knelt on the muddy ground with a plop. "Duke Ren De, the people of Guangnan have oppressed us and treated us like slaves. Are you leading the army to help us?"

Mo Zibu held the little girl in one hand and pulled Zheng Qing out of the mud with the other. He walked to the middle of the hill in two or three steps and looked at the people surrounding him, all covered in mud, and shouted:
"Since I'm here today, I'm more than just looking at you!
I came to Jiading to work with my compatriots to reclaim the heritage that my maternal grandfather, Zhongzheng Gong, and all the ancestors of the Mingxiang people worked so hard to cultivate."

"I want to take back our land!"

Zheng Qing looked up at Mo Zibu and saw that this legendary loyal and righteous prince consort, the Duke of Nanyang Ren De, was tall and majestic, like a god.

Seeing the army under his command, mighty and solemn, obeying orders, just like the armies of Grandpa Yue and Grandpa Qi in the legend, he suddenly connected the image of loyalty and patriotism that he had promoted with the real person.

"Zheng Qing, a native of Mingxiang, is willing to give away all his family property and follow the Duke!" Zheng Qing shouted excitedly.

The people around also shouted:
"I am willing to follow the Duke and take back the ancestral property!"

"I am willing to follow the Duke and take back the ancestral property!"

(End of this chapter)