The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 46 Father and Son, Family and Country

"Father, what should we do about this?" Mo Zibu asked Ou Tianci with a little anger in his heart, holding the letter.

But Ou Tianci shook his head. "It's not about what I should do, but what you should do, or whether you want to do it."

Mo Zibu understood immediately, but felt helpless at the same time.

To put it bluntly, the conflict between Songkhla Wu Rang and the Nakhon Si Thammarat royal family is a conflict between the Zhangzhou and Chaozhou people under the Greater Minnan faction.

Ou Tianci was a tall guy from western Guangdong. He was only interested in watching the fun and naturally would not intervene.

Damn, there is still a long way to go!

However, things changed when Mo Zibu came here.

"Although Songkhla is small, it has a deep-water port and an extremely important geographical location. To the west, it passes through the low Luang Valley and is only two hundred miles away from the other side of the sea." Ou Tianci said in a low voice.

Mo Zibu nodded. Although Songkhla's location was not as extreme as the Kra Isthmus, the road of just over 100 kilometers was not difficult to walk, and it was easy to reach the Indian Ocean on the Myanmar side.

"Father, what you mean is that it is not easy for our fleet to pass through Malacca?" asked Mo Zibu.

Ou Tianci nodded and said, "Of course it's not easy. It's easier to deal with the Johor Sultan. We have many Chinese people. We can just send someone to give him some money to smooth things over.

But the red-haired devils in Batavia and the Angkorians who were still trying to invade Johor were not so easy to deal with.

This Nanyang is the world of us Chinese, but after passing Malacca to India, it is the territory of these Westerners. They will not easily allow a Tang fleet to appear in the Indian Sea. "

"Yue! Uncle's idea is that we can disguise ourselves as an armed Chinese merchant fleet bound for the Kingdom of Arakan to reduce the vigilance of the Westerners."

Li Xianwen almost called him father-in-law, which made Ou Hui blush behind Ou Tianci.

"That's right!" Ou Tianci looked at Li Xianwen approvingly, then looked at Mo Zibu and said:
"Last month, there was a foreign monk named Pierre from Fulangsha who, despite the ban, preached to the people and was imprisoned by me.

In order to get out of prison, they suggested to me that they could help me open a trade route to French India. I didn't want to pay attention to them, but when I thought of you, I thought it might be useful.

This foreign monk belongs to the Parisian Church and is said to be very famous among the Westerners.

With his cover, your fleet can pretend to be a merchant caravan passing through Malacca, and you can also establish a secret supply station on the side close to the Indian Ocean."

Foreign monks? The Paris Cathedral.

Mo Zibu thought about it carefully and concluded that the Great Church of Paris should refer to the Paris Foreign Church, the pioneer of French missionary (colonial) work.

This so-called missionary Pierre could not be the Peter who helped Nguyen Phuc Anh restore his country in history.

This missionary fanatic and the old white man who was obsessed with being his dad seemed to have been preaching in Ha Tien, where the religious environment was relatively relaxed, in history.

If it really was Peter, he would be a perfect target for deception.

Moreover, Peter belonged to the Paris Foreign Church and was completely French from head to toe. Mo Zibu and his men were going to rescue the French gunners captured by the Konbaung Dynasty, and Peter would definitely support them.

Then the plan that Ou Tianci made for Mo Zibu was to first take advantage of Wu Rang's needs and let Mo Zibu lead the fleet to deal with the oppression of Wu Rang by the Luokun royal family.

Then, using Wu Rang, a local, he let most of the soldiers in the fleet go through the Luanshan Mountains to the Andaman Sea to wait.

The main fleet disguised itself as a mixed Chinese and foreign merchant caravan and safely passed through the Strait of Malacca.

"If that's the case, we need real goods!" Mo Zibu said, touching his chin.

Even Mo Hui, who was watching from the side, couldn't stand it any more. He couldn't help but say, "Since ancient times, a fleet escorted by more than ten warships would never travel without merchant ships!
Don't worry, brother. Father has already made all the arrangements.

The Wu family was in great shortage of food in Songkhla, and there was also a shortage of food in Batavia, Old Port, Banten and other places controlled by the Red-haired Demons.

We have loaded fifteen ships with food and are heading south. This will surely make the Wu family and the red-haired ghosts overjoyed and no longer suspicious.

In addition, there were six ships carrying porcelain, tea, pig bristles, rhubarb, etc. from Guangzhou, which were transported to the Fulangsha people for sale in the territory of Tianzhu.

On your return, you can bring back some more ivory, pearls, gems, Spanish clocks, olive oil, Spanish liquor and wine, and make a fortune.

If we can buy the flintlock muskets and swords from Fulangsa and An'eria, that would be even better; we'll definitely have no trouble selling them."

what?
Mo Zibu and Li Xianwen exchanged awkward glances. One was an ambitious future war criminal, the other a White Lotus leader turned pirate.

Basically, all he thinks about is fighting and killing, and he has no interest in doing business at all.

Wei Rikun, the only one who understands business, would not say anything. All he would say would be that the Wei family would provide all the funds and then share the profits.

Moreover, this time they were going to rob the Konbaung Dynasty's artillery. Who knew if they could succeed? If they failed, they would lose everything, which would be a huge loss.

Ahahaha, Mo Zibu laughed dryly a few times, "Sister, you're right. Thank you, Dad, for your careful arrangements."

Li Xianwen was even more overjoyed. Now that Ou Hui had come out and been exposed, it could only mean that he was very satisfied with him.

"Oh!" Ou Hui seemed to have just woken up, and quickly covered his face and ran out of the cabin.

Ou Tianci winked at Mo Zibu and said, "Hurry up and go check it out. There are strong waves on the boat. Be careful not to fall into the sea."

Well, Ou Hui grew up on a boat, there is no way he would fall into the sea. It is obvious that Ou Tianci wants to say something to Li Xianwen.

Sure enough, as soon as Mo Zibu left, Ou Tianci returned to his seat and sat there with his legs crossed.

Li Xianwen quickly poured a bowl of tea from the teapot beside him, knelt on the ground, raised the tea bowl high, and deliberately shouted in poor Cantonese:

"Dad, please have some tea!"

Ou Tianci did not take the tea, but looked at Li Xianwen and said, "Ah Wen, you are Ah Bu's sworn brother, and will soon be his brother-in-law. I think he is not so wary of Chao Lao and Fu Lao, and instead has a kind of fellow countryman's intimacy.

This is a good thing. If he has this intention, he might be able to unite these guys around him.

But it's also a bad thing. If you're not careful, they could easily harm you. You need to help me keep an eye on him and keep a close watch on him when necessary."

When Li Xianwen heard the words "brother-in-law" and "Awen", his body seemed to weaken and he quickly agreed.

Lu Tianci continued, "The sea is very rough and whether you can stay safe depends entirely on your luck, but once you reach Arakan, the danger is manageable.

Please, as your father, pay more attention to his safety and bring Abu back. Otherwise, all my efforts will be in vain."

After saying that, Ou Tianci took the tea bowl from Li Xianwen, drank it all in one gulp, and then pulled Li Xianwen up from the ground.

"Don't worry, father. Xianwen will definitely bring my younger brother back to you safely."

Li Xianwen agreed loudly, but at the same time he was a little shocked. It seemed that Ou Tianci must have paid a lot in order to fight against Guangnan Kingdom, or to be more precise, under the pressure of Zhang Fuluan.

Otherwise, there would never be such words that show great concern about Mo Zibu's life or death, because if Mo Zibu died in Arakan, Ou Tianci would not only lose a son, but also all the current huge investment would be wasted.

. . . .

Looking at the sailing sails, Ou Tianci and Ou Hui stood at the bow of Hui Hexian at the same time.

"Dad, why didn't you insist on letting Abu go back to Hexian? I think as long as you are firm in your attitude, he will definitely agree." Ou Hui asked in a low voice.

Lu Tianci shook his head and said slowly: "Without going through the ups and downs, he will never grow up. Without being exposed to the frost and dew and cutting through the thorns, he will never be able to convince outsiders with real achievements.

Only after this transformation can he shoulder heavier responsibilities in the future."

As he spoke, Ou Tianci paused, "As a heroic father, the seemingly huge family business of Hexian is not only wealth, but also responsibility.

The pressure on my shoulders is so severe that it hurts!
I am already sixty-five years old. If Abu doesn't grow up quickly, how can he take over this family business?

What about you, Ah Zhuo, are you really satisfied with Li Xianwen?"

Ou Hui giggled, took Ou Tianci's arm and said coquettishly, "Not bad, the family background, talent, and appearance are all suitable.

What more could a daughter of a wealthy family ask for? This is a match made in heaven.

Besides, as long as it can help Abu and fulfill Grandpa's wishes, my daughter is willing to do anything and will give up anything!"

(End of this chapter)