The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 415: Is This To Cultivate A Li Chengqian?

"Mom!" It was just dawn when Asen was suddenly awakened from his deep sleep because it was time for his morning reading.

Two palace maids, about fourteen or fifteen years old, pushed open the door and walked in. When they heard Asen call "Mother", they showed a look of pity on their faces.

Prince Mori is only eight years old, but he has been studying this early for at least two years.

Seeing Arsen start to dress awkwardly, the two men exchanged a few furtive glances and immediately stretched out four hands to help Arsen get dressed.

But Asen stubbornly refused, "Sister Mei, Sister Lan, I can dress myself."

Yamei, who had a round face, giggled and said, "Don't worry, Prince Mori. The imperial concubine is sleeping. She won't come to supervise you getting dressed."

Asen clutched his clothes tightly with his left hand, and waved his right hand constantly: "No, no! Although my mother is not here, Asen cannot deceive himself. I'll do it myself."

The two palace maids were helpless. Yamei pouted and returned the half of the clothes she was holding to Asen. She watched him put on his clothes with a grunt and could only go to prepare hot water for washing.

"Sister Lan, why doesn't mother come today? She usually gets up very early." Asen put on his underwear and suddenly looked up and asked.

Ya Lan's face flushed with embarrassment. She was rather shy and a little timid. She took a moment to speak, "Your Majesty went to the Imperial Concubine's bedroom to rest last night, so he hasn't gotten up yet."

"So it's the Emperor." Asen nodded, stretched out his still chubby hands and waved them towards Yalan, "Sister Lan, the Emperor is here and I need to put on my dress. Please help me."

Mo Zibu slept soundly and contentedly. It wasn't because Chen Yizhen was so pretty or had such a great figure, but because she was so willing to cooperate.

Such a bed partner is definitely what every man dreams of, so every time Mo Zibu comes here to rest, the two of them must have a great time at night.

"Your son pays his respects to the emperor!" Asen ran in, and even the palace servants around him didn't hold him back. The little guy hadn't seen his father for a long time and still missed him very much.

The two were soon awakened from their deep sleep. The little cousin had to quickly get up and tap her son on the forehead when he ran in.

"Mother, I have to wear a formal dress today, so I asked Sister Mei and Sister Lan to help me put it on."

My little cousin suddenly became very serious, "Sen'er, should we speak Mandarin today?"

Asen was so frightened that he trembled and quickly switched to Nanjing Mandarin, shouting: "Ma (rising tone) Ma (entering tone)."

Mo Zibu then realized something. He looked in shock at the woman who was always so gentle and lovely under him, like a ball of marshmallow, and found that she actually had such a strict side.

His eldest son, who behaved extremely maturely in every way and looked like a wise ruler, also had such a fearful and even timid side.

Only then did Mo Zibu realize that his son was already eight years old, but he had not shown much concern for him.

In recent years, he has been either fighting wars or promoting modernization, and has paid too little attention to the people around him.

At this time, Mo Zibu took out the pocket watch on the bedside and looked at it. Wow, it was only a little after six in the morning.

Damn, if you keep teaching like this, you’ll end up with a Li Chengqian!
Thinking of this, Mo Zibu patted his little cousin's shoulder and asked her to move aside, then picked up Asen who was greeting him at the bedside.

Arsen is eight years old and is still being held by his father. He looks a little embarrassed, but also secretly happy.

"My dear son, why are you getting up so early? Stay asleep with your dad for a while." As he said that, he stretched out his hand, lifted Arsen up, shook him twice, and then put him into the quilt.

Asen looked at his mother cautiously, and seeing that she didn't come to stop him immediately, he immediately started laughing and playing with his father.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Wu Changzan is still waiting outside to give Asen morning lessons!" Next to Mo Zibu, the little cousin didn't dare to lose her temper and could only speak a little anxiously.

Mo Zibu waved to Pham Huy Dinh, the eunuch in charge of seals and ribbons, who was standing outside. This old eunuch was brought to Yingtian Prefecture by Mo Zibu from the Le royal palace in Thang Long (Hanoi). He was considered a very close eunuch to Mo Zibu.

"Go, tell Wu Changzan to go back to where he came from. Why is he running to the palace so early? Give him the day off today."

"Well, I will go and tell Mr. Wu right away." Fan Huiding bowed and replied.

Sino-Vietnamese pronunciation, or Jiaozhi Chinese, retains many Tang Dynasty speaking habits. For example, when they respond, they still say "yes".

This is also proof that this language has basically become a dead language, but of course it is now beginning to revive.

"Wait, lift a sedan chair. The old man's legs are not in good condition. Don't let him fall in the dark."

After giving the order, Mo Zibu asked the palace servants to take off Asen's dress. Regardless of his little cousin's unhappy pout, the two of them laughed and played for a while, and Asen soon began to snore happily.

But after doing this, Mo Zibu couldn't fall asleep. He stood up, simply put on a coat and walked outside.

My little cousin quickly followed behind, and the two of them walked to a terrace. Seeing that there was no one around, my little cousin knelt down with a plop of fear and said:
"Asen is your majesty's eldest son. He has great responsibilities in the future. I also want to supervise him strictly."

In the past, if the little cousin had knelt down, Mo Zibu would definitely have pulled her up, but this time Mo Zibu didn't. He snorted coldly.

"You're so bold! Are you so sure that Shishi won't have her own children?"

Seeing that Mo Zibu was really angry, the little cousin immediately lowered her body, put her forehead on the ground and dared not say anything.

"You're really ruthless. Arsen is only eight years old, and you dare to raise him as a teenager. If something unexpected happens, I'll see how you end it.

Also, I am only 32 years old this year, so I still have at least 30 years to live!
But thirty years later, Asen will be almost forty years old. Chen Yizhen, what are you doing? Are you trying to train a Li Chengqian?

It was the first time that my little cousin saw Mo Zibu so angry. She was completely panicked and trembling on the ground out of fear. She looked like a frightened and stressed puppy.

Mo Zibu felt a little reluctant again. He remembered that year, he was going to go to Burma to rescue the French who were captured by the White Elephant King. That was his first expedition after forming an army. Even his father Mo Tianci thought that Mo Zibu might die at sea.

At that time, my little cousin was sent here without any status, and spent what should have been a glorious wedding night on a small boat. With a sigh, Mo Zibu helped his little cousin up and said, "Don't impose your desires on Asen too much. Let him grow up happily. People only have a few years of carefree and happy time in their lives."

The future world is so big. Even if there is no throne, there is enough land for my sons to become kings and dominate the world.

Go down and prepare some ingredients. I will make a barbecue for you, Asen and Ying, at noon."

The Aying that Mo Zibu mentioned is his eldest daughter who is over four years old this year and is also born to his little cousin.

"If you can change your teaching methods for Asen, maybe in a month or two, I will officially confer the title of knight on Asen." Mo Zibu thought about it and said with some concern.

The main reason is that he doesn't dare to take the risk. Asen is the only qualified heir to him now. The child mortality rate is not low in this era. He has been ruined by his silly cousin Chen Yizhen. He has no place to cry.

"Is what Your Majesty said true?" When the little cousin heard the title, her eyes lit up. I don't know if she took Mo Zibu's words to heart.

Of course, it’s no wonder that my little cousin is so excited, because Mo Zibu has not yet conferred titles on his three sons.

Let’s not talk about the other two who are too young. Asen is already eight years old, but he can only be called Prince Sen or Prince Sen. It’s really not good.

Mo Zibu nodded, took out a handkerchief from the pouch of his coat, and handed it to his little cousin to wipe her tears. Emperor Mo, who had no family experience before traveling through time, felt a little heavy in his heart at this time.

The role of a good husband and a good father does not seem to be that easy to play.

. . . .

Hunan, outside the north gate of Changsha, Xinkai River.

This is an artificial canal dug in the 1686th year of Emperor Kangxi's reign () to make it more convenient for ships from the Xiangjiang River to dock in Changsha.

The huge official ships were decorated like pleasure boats, with dozens of them connected end to end and coming in a long line.

As soon as the ship docked, the Hunan gentry waiting at the dock immediately surrounded it.

At this time, a gong sounded on the boat, and a tall and thin man wearing a first-rank official uniform and a first-rank ruby top belt on his head walked down the boat surrounded by people.

The official badges standing behind him clearly read "Minister of War, Right Censor of the Supervisory Council" and "Governor of Hunan, Hubei and other places, Superintendent of Military Affairs, Food and Pay, and Governor-General."

It turned out that the person who came was none other than Chen Huizu, a high-ranking official from Hunan Province in the Qing Dynasty, a high-ranking official of the Qing Dynasty who held the titles of Minister of War and Right Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate, and the Governor-General of Huguang.

This person can be said to be the number one Han official in Hunan at present. His father, Chen Dashou, served as the Governor-General of Guangdong and Guangxi, the Governor-General of Zhili, the Minister of Military Affairs, and the Associate Grand Secretary.

Chen Huizu was currently the Governor of Henan and was quickly promoted to the Governor-General of Huguang. The purpose was naturally to have him suppress the situation in Hunan and Hubei.

In order to make room for him, the Qing Dynasty even transferred the former Governor of Huguang, Hailancha, to be the Governor of Sichuan and General of Chengdu.

In the city, Tianxin Pavilion.

This is the prosperous place of Changsha. Chen Huizu was very happy to be able to return to his hometown to take up his post this time, because the Qing Dynasty had allowed him to organize militia.

He also stated clearly that as long as Chen Huizu could pay a total of 1.5 million taels of land tax silver and land tax grain to the court every year, the rest would be his.

At that time, Hunan had a population of about 17 million and Hubei had a population of about 18 million. The two provinces combined had a population of at least 35 million.

However, the two provinces only had to pay less than 2.9 million taels of land tax silver and land tax grain in total.

It is only half of Jiangsu Province, which also has a population of 35 million.

It was even 300,000 taels less than Shanxi, which had a population of only 13.5 million.

It is similar to Jiangxi Province with a population of 20 million.

This shows how many hidden fields there are in Hunan and Hubei provinces.

But the Qing Dynasty couldn't take it back, but local tyrants like Chen Huizu could definitely take it back, because he knew very well how much benefit there was in doing so.

Therefore, Chen Huizu immediately picked up the wine bowl, spoke with a strange Changsha accent, and started toasting with a group of Hunan tycoons whom he would definitely look down upon on weekdays.

Because it was these local tyrants who blocked the Xing Tang Army for four months in Leijia Town a few months ago. Relying on the strong city, they fought on equal terms with the Xing Tang Army and suffered similar casualties.

This is truly remarkable. You have to know that the main force of the Qing Dynasty went to Beihe, but they couldn't even achieve the tragic victory that was advertised.

And these newly recruited militiamen from Hunan were actually able to fight a draw with the Xingtang Army. In Chen Huizu's eyes, that meant they were useful soldiers and generals!

"My fellow villagers, I won't elaborate further. When you return home, quickly organize the militia and collect the money and grain.

I promise that from now on, Hunan will belong to us Hunanese people. No, it will be our Hunan.

We have stopped the Xing Tang Army. No matter what you want, whether it is official hats, muskets and cannons, or women's brocade, just ask for it.

What I, Chen Huizu, have, I will give. What I, Chen Huizu, don’t have, I will go to the capital to ask the emperor for it myself.”

Chen Huizu's words made a group of Hunan local tyrants extremely excited. After the battle in Leijia Town, they felt that the Xingtang Army was capable of fighting, but not to the point of being unstoppable.

Now that he had the support of the imperial court and could become a local emperor, even those who were originally reluctant to get along with the Qing Dynasty soon began to waver.

(End of this chapter)