The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 338 is very bloody

On May 1775th, just before preparing for the Tokyo University of Science and Technology competition, Mo Zibu first went to the southern suburbs of Tokyo to pay tribute to the founding king of the Mo Dynasty, Mo Dengyong, and others.

A cenotaph was built next to Mo Dengyong's tomb for Mo Maoqia, Mo Jingkuan and others who were killed by the Zheng Lord.

In fact, due to his bad reputation in the country, Mo Dengyong's tomb is now just a huge mound of earth. It is said that the items in the tomb were stolen by tomb robbers long ago. It is even hard to say whether his body is still there.

So after the worship, Mo Zibu immediately allocated a group of craftsmen to start repairing the tomb for Mo Dengyong.

Not long after, Wu Wenyong came to report that the family of Jingdu King Zheng Sen, including his Zhaoyi Yang Yuhuan, Xiurong Deng Hui, his only son Zheng Zong, his sister Zheng Yujing, Zheng Yuyin and more than 40 other Zheng clan members were reported by local poor people and had been arrested.

Mo Zibu laughed heartily. This was what he had been waiting for. Because of King Jingdu Zheng Sen, Mo Zibu could still be of great use.

In fact, Jingdu Zheng Sen is not much older than Mo Zibu. Zheng Sen was born in 1739 and is 1747 years old this year. Mo Zibu was born in and is years old this year, with only an eight-year age difference.

When Mo Zibu saw the King of Jingdu again, he looked like a withered weed, listless and lifeless.

This is not okay.

"Mo Zhao, what's the matter? Do you want to humiliate me before killing me?" Zheng Sen looked at Mo Zibu with a little light in his eyes.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Mo Zibu asked curiously.

"The foundation laid by our ancestors has been completely destroyed in my hands. What joy is there in living and what fear is there in dying?" Zheng Sen replied miserably, and it seemed that he really thought so in his heart.

"What if I won't kill you and don't want you to die?" Mo Zibu smiled and asked in a very seductive voice.

A light suddenly flashed in Zheng Sen's eyes, but soon dimmed and he shook his head.

"The price must be very high. I must do something very difficult to obtain your forgiveness."

Eh, Mo Zibu looked at this guy in surprise, "You're very smart, you can even guess this."

Zheng Sen's face suddenly flushed red. He looked at Mo Zibu in embarrassment and anger, "Mo Zhao! I was simply defeated in battle. You simply relied on your superior numbers to defeat me. It wasn't because of my incompetence that I lost the world."

Well, Mo Zibu was too lazy to argue with him, so he directly stated his conditions.

"It's actually not that difficult. There are four main things to do. As long as you follow these four points, not only will you survive, but your whole family will too."

As he spoke, Mo Zibu held up four fingers, "First, I want you to issue an order for all the officials who were originally officials in the government to come and join me.

Second, I want you to publicly admit that Zheng Ke, the ancestor of the Zheng family, was actually the adopted son of a Ming Dynasty general, and your ancestors were also Han people who migrated south from the Central Plains.

3. Those 2,000 letters of allegiance refuting me must be handed over to me immediately.

Fourth, if you hand over the treasures that the Zheng family has accumulated over the past two hundred years, I will convert them into silver at the market price, so that your family can still live a wealthy life."

Zheng Sen thought about it carefully and felt that these four points were not too outrageous and were all within his acceptable range.

Mo Zibu gave these four requirements after careful consideration. Although there are four requirements, in fact only two are the most important.

First, there was the "Letter of Allegiance" that refuted his manifesto. The Palace Security Department almost turned Zheng's main residence and other villas upside down, but they didn't find this thing. It seemed that Zheng Sen had hidden it in some secret place.

This must be obtained, as it is important evidence for Mo Zibu to use in the future or even to settle accounts with him.

Secondly, although Zheng Sen opened his private treasury in Tokyo to recruit soldiers, seemingly bankrupting himself, Mo Zibu knew that it was impossible for the Zheng family's 200 years of savings to be spent all at once.

Those were just the gold and silver cash that Zheng Sen could control. The truly valuable treasures, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, copybooks, gold items, etc. must have been hidden.

Since Mo Zibu hasn't found it yet, he can only bleed a little and leave some benefits for Zheng Sen so that he can spit it out voluntarily.

As for the first and second points, they are somewhat useful, but not that much.

"I can help you with the matter, but how do I know if you, Mo Zhao, will go back on your word?" Zheng Sen was a little tempted, but more suspicious. "You have no choice but to trust me. These four things are just icing on the cake. Even if you, Zheng Sen, don't help me, I can still handle it."

Zheng Sen was hurt by Mo Zibu's attitude again. He looked at Mo Zibu stubbornly, "What if I choose not to cooperate with you?"

Mo Zibu's expression quickly turned cold, "If you don't cooperate, then naturally you will be treated as a mortal enemy.

I heard that you don't like your second wife Yang Yuhuan and your eldest son Zheng Zong very much. That's perfect. I will sell Yang Yuhuan and your two younger sisters directly to a brothel in Guangzhou for you.

I also need to explain to outsiders that these are the wife and sister of Lord Zheng of Beihe. I imagine they will be very busy and have great business."

"Beast!" Zheng Sen roared, his face flushed red.

"Oh, right." Mo Zibu ignored Zheng Sen's angry scolding and said lightly:

"I heard that you like the beauty Deng Shihui the most. I just caught her. She is pregnant and about to give birth. I asked the doctor to check the baby in her belly, and it is indeed a boy.

However, considering that King Jingdu is such a tough guy, he will definitely not care about these trivial matters. I can only serve him. Deng Shihui is pretty, so she can stay by his side and make the bed.

As for your unborn son, I will raise him well and let him take my surname Mo. I will also tell him that his mortal enemy is Zheng Zong, the son of the last Lord Zheng.

After they kill each other and succeed in killing Zheng Zong, I will tell him the truth. Well, I guess he will explode with rage right there and then, hahahahaha!"

"Beast, beast!" Zheng Sen started to tremble. Only now did he know what was in front of him.

After cursing for a while, Zheng Sen calmed down. After a while, he looked at Mo Zibu and said, "I don't want to stay in Beihe and be laughed at."

"That's easy. Let's go to Siam. The King of Siam is my father-in-law, and he loves taking in the down-and-out people from all over the world.

Thonburi is a city that is comparable to Tokyo. If King Jingdu goes there, he will definitely be guaranteed a wealthy life."

Mo Zi Bu really didn't lie. Taksin did have this habit. From Wang Chunfa, the head of the royal family who was first seized by Mo Zi Bu, to a group of indigenous sultans who were punished by Mo Zi Bu, they all lived in Thonburi and became tools to satisfy Taksin's inner pleasure.

After thinking for a while, hearing the whereabouts of his relatives and knowing that he could still maintain a rich life, Zheng Sen's heart was shaken. When forced by Mo Zibu, he nodded.

"Okay, I can help you with these things. I hope the king will keep his promise."

. . . .

Zheng Sen's response to cooperation was easily obtained. Before Mo Zibu had time to order the security department in front of the palace to get the "letter of allegiance", Deng Chenchang came running over again.

"Your Majesty, this is the plan I have drawn up to convert the Yue people of Beihe into Han. Please review it."

We really need to stimulate them, so Deng Chenchang started to get involved right away.

"My dear Deng, please tell me roughly what you plan to do first, and I will look at the details later." Mo Zibu waved his hand. He was indeed a little tired, so he let Deng Chenchang tell it orally.

"I have found a good entry point, which is that we should determine the ethnic composition of the people below.

I believe that even if all the noble families were moved away, it would be difficult to ensure that everyone was granted land.

Therefore, I think we should just strike down the others as well, and calculate it based on a 20% ratio. That is to say, in each county, in addition to the high-ranking families, 20% of the people must be descendants of the Yue people.

Since he is a descendant of the Yue people, all his property will be confiscated and he will be forced to work in the mines."

Mo Zibu couldn't help but gasp. Deng Chenchang didn't explain it clearly, but Mo Zibu knew what was going on.

"Leave this plan with me, and then you can make a more detailed and feasible one. If there are no problems, it will be handed over to you, Deng Chenchang, to be responsible for it."

Hearing what Mo Zibu said, Deng Chenchang was so excited that he wanted to take off on the spot. This power was too great. Who was Han or Yue would be decided by him, Deng Chenchang, with just a word. Hahahaha!
(End of this chapter)