The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 41: The Sorrow of Hope
Mo Zibu closed his eyes in pain. In front of him was a young man with blood all over his body and his face was pale. He had already closed his eyes and his soul had passed away. His name was Ou Zhengyan, and he was his cousin.

In Mo Zibu's branch, his grandfather Ou Jiu lived a very long life. He was forty-five years old when he had Ou Tianci, and Ou Tianci was forty-eight years old when he had Mo Zibu.

As a result, when it comes to Mo Zibu, his seniority is extremely high. The younger generations of the Lu family who are about the same age as him and are active in Hexian are basically his grandchildren.

Ou Zhengyan, who died in battle, was a descendant of Ou Jiu's third brother.

He is the grandson of Mo Zibu's cousin Ou Zizhen.

When he was young, he often went to the river to fish and climbed trees to catch birds with Mo Zibu. After joining the army, they didn't have a good conversation, and the next time they met, they were separated by heaven and earth.

Listening to the painful groans in the distance, Mo Zibu forced himself to harden his heart, gently closed Mo Zhengyan's wide-open eyes, and then walked to the other side.

This room is full of soldiers who are seriously injured, dying or have already died in battle.

The man who was groaning in pain was a young man from the Wei family in Chaozhou. His stomach was pierced by the lance of the Zheng cavalry, and his intestines were spilled all over the ground.

In later generations, this situation would not cause any problems as long as timely treatment was provided, but at this time, it was an unsolvable fatal injury.

However, within just a few hours, the young man named Wei Agou began to have a high fever, his wounds became red, swollen and festered, and he fell into a coma several times.

Mo Zibu held his sweaty and hot hand tightly.

When Wei Agou saw Mo Zibu coming over, he struggled and said anxiously without waiting for Mo Zibu to ask:
"Longtou, when I went to Southeast Asia, my grandmother pawned three mu of farmland to raise the money for the journey. She still hasn't paid it back. Without the farmland, my grandmother will starve in her old age."

In this world, family love is the most touching.

Mo Zibu held Wei Agou's hand and nodded vigorously, "You fought bravely in this battle and killed three enemy soldiers. Your reward should be eighteen taels of silver, which is just enough to buy three mu of land with both bones and bark.

I'll give you a little more money and have Grandpa Wei send someone to Chaozhou to buy ten acres of land for your grandma, so she can have white porridge for three meals a day."

Wei Agou smiled and said nothing more. At that time, Chaozhou was a small city with a large population. Ten acres of land was a considerable property. He could have white porridge for three meals a day, so his life was considered quite good.

Mo Zibu patted his hands and walked to the next person. After turning around and taking a few steps, he heard screams and cries from his brother Wei Agou, who had been serving him by the wooden bed.

Reluctantly not to look back, Mo Zibu continued to move forward. The man lying there, barely breathing, was a soldier from the Chen family wearing a red coat and a silver sword.

He was hit in the neck by Zheng's army's musket. It was probably that his trachea was damaged, and he was unable to breathe due to air leakage and heavy bleeding. He was almost dying.

"Fifth cousin, Arong, I will never be able to return to Lianzhou in this lifetime. Tomorrow, when you become king of Nanyang, please remember to send my father and me back to Lianzhou and bury us in the fifteen acres of land next to Dongshan Temple."

Mo Zibu's maternal grandfather, Chen Shangchuan, had achieved the title of scholar during the Ming Dynasty. The Chen family was a large family in Wuchuan County, Leizhou, and the neighboring Hepu area of Lianzhou, with considerable assets.

This soldier in a red coat and wearing a silver sword is a relative of Chen Shangchuan, so according to seniority he has to call Mo Zibu his cousin.

When they moved south, their family had 15 acres of the best fertile land near Dongshan Temple in Lianzhou, which has been longed for for generations.

Mo Zibu leaned over and whispered in Arong's ear, "Not only does my cousin want to be king in Nanyang, he will also fight back like the Hongwu Emperor did."

"Is it possible?" A Rong, who was barely breathing, was suddenly startled, with a look of joy on his face, and he even sat up suddenly.

Mo Zibu nodded affirmatively, "It's possible, it will definitely work. When the time comes, your uncle will take back all your land and give it to Erlang and the others.

You will also be given a grand funeral and buried according to your official position as the prefect of Lianzhou.

In the ancestral hall, your deity is ranked first among your generation."

"Well, that's...very good!" A Rong chuckled and slowly leaned back on Mo Zibu's shoulder. Just as a sound like leaking air came out of his throat, there was still a smile on his face.

As they walked along, the small tent with leaks on all sides was crowded with people. They watched Mo Zibu walk over one by one, arranging everyone one by one, and writing down everyone's hometown and requirements in a small notebook.

The wounded and those with minor injuries were given medicine as much as possible, and the seriously injured and disabled were arranged to go to Ha Tien if they were willing, while those who did not want to go would receive monthly payment in Hoi An.

No matter he is a Chaoyong from the Wei family, a Mingxiang person from Hoi An, or a pirate from Li Xianwen, they are all treated equally.

A dense crowd of people followed Mo Zibu. They didn't talk much and the atmosphere was sad and depressing.

They didn't praise Mo Zibu loudly, saying things like "Well done, Longtou, I'll sell my life to you" or something like that.

But at the same time, they also have a scale in their hearts, and they know what kind of people are worth following.

Mo Zibu didn't feel much sense of accomplishment. To him, this was what he should do as the leader.

He knew very well that only when the logistical support of an army was done well could all the factors related to its combat effectiveness, such as sense of honor and spirit, be improved.

Nearing dusk, a large number of seriously injured soldiers died. A total of 27 soldiers from Kunlun Mountain Hall were killed in battle or died of serious injuries, 10 were seriously injured but survived, and hundreds of people were more or less injured.

It can be seen that fighting one against ten is not an easy task, even if one is well prepared.

Mo Zibu held a small funeral for the fallen soldiers. All of them were cremated on the spot and then registered in a book. Then he changed his expression and waved his hand.

"Bring out the best wine and delicious food, the best fish and meat! For today's victory, everyone will be credited with a merit and rewarded with two taels of silver!"

In the military, it is common for comrades to die in battle. We must treat this issue solemnly and seriously, but we cannot let the sad atmosphere last too long.

The key is to have fun, to have great fun and enjoy it to the fullest, and we must create such an atmosphere.

Cheers suddenly arose, immediately diluting the faint atmosphere of sadness. After mourning our comrades, the new life will be even better.

However, although Mo Zibu said that there would be good wine and good food, there must be very little wine. He also specifically ordered Chen Guangyao to take the Hexian soldiers to guard several miles away.

Although the Zheng army fled in fear, they still had cavalry and had to be on guard against some attacks.

Most of the dishes are salted fish and salted meat. The only fresh meat is the large number of war horses, mules, donkeys, etc. that were killed or injured. They are rich in salt, ginger, garlic, and lemongrass, and the taste is still good.

As for Mo Zibu, he entered the city of Rongshi.

Ruan Tuoqiu finally realized that his title of general who protected the country and the people was not worth much to Mo Zibu, so he went to the north gate of Rong City to greet him in person.

Mo Zibu no longer had the cold and indifferent look that he had shown a few hours ago when he sneered at Ruan Tuoqiu. He strode forward and grabbed the thin Ruan Tuoqiu's hands.

"I've heard of Mr. Huang and Mr. Kui's names since I was in Hue. Now that I've seen them, I can see they are indeed the descendants of heroes."

Ruan Tuoqiu was also very happy and kept saying that he did not deserve it, he did not deserve it.

Lord Kui is Ruan Daoqiu's father, Ruan Youqiu. This guy was born in Haiyang, which is near Haiphong in later generations. His nickname in the underworld is Lord Kui.

Mo Zibu and Ruan Tuoqiu walked into Rong City hand in hand, followed by a simple banquet with wine.

After several rounds of toasts, Mo Zibu said directly:
"To be honest with you, Lord Ruan, I am not a minister of Guangnan. I have come here for the greater good, but I am destined not to stay long. Where will you go, Lord Ruan?"

(End of this chapter)