The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 54 What is Benevolence and Righteousness
Two days later, the devastation in Luokun City was much better.

There were six to seven thousand natives captured by the Kunlun Mountain Hall and the Wang family servants, and some had escaped. The soldiers of the Kunlun Mountain Hall, led by Wang Runzhi and others who had rushed back, were searching for them everywhere.

In front of the Zhaomeng Office Square, huge bundles of silk fabrics, golden copper coins with gold backs, slightly darker gold and silver items, gold bars, silver cakes, and other valuable items were piled on the ground.

Mo Zibu counted the items himself, so he was very careful. Even the smoked meat that was looted by the indigenous soldiers was recovered.

All these things were found from the natives, and they were basically the property of the Luokun Han people.

Mo Zibu stood tall with a desk behind him. Several clerks stood beside him, waiting for Mo Zibu to give orders before they began to record.

As early as an hour ago, Mo Zibu ordered people to ring the big bronze bell of Zhaomeng Mansion to summon all the Han people of Luokun to gather.

It seemed that almost everyone had arrived, and there were probably more than 4,000 people in the crowd.

Although there were nearly 20,000 Han people in Luokun, there were only so many of them in Luokun City. The Han natives living scattered in other places were defeated by Mo Zibu before they had a chance to harm them.

"My fellow villagers, all the looted property that can be recovered is basically here.

Taking advantage of the good weather today, I will return these properties to everyone.

But we agreed that the gold and silver jewelry with clear markings will be returned to their owners, and I will take care of the rest."

The gathered residents of Luokun were deeply shocked by the sight of the military judge of Kunlun Mountain dumping the looted goods on the ground in baskets.

This was the first time they had seen someone so well behaved when seeing treasure with a knife in hand.

When they heard that Mo Zibu was going to return their property to them, the crowd went into an uproar, and countless people knelt down and kowtowed.

Voices like "Mo Longtou is benevolent and righteous!" and "Mo Longtou will be rich and prosperous for generations" rang out one after another. Now all the Han people in Luokun knew about Mo Zibu's so-called Hongmen Kunlun Mountain Hall.

But Mo Zibu didn't finish his words. He looked around the scene seriously and said word by word:

"I also want to warn some people, if anyone dares to claim this, then don't blame Mo for disregarding the feelings of his compatriots and hanging him on a big boat to fish for sharks."

"Of course. Anyone who loses his dignity and brings shame to our ancestors will be beaten to death first without the need for punishment by the dragon head!" Someone shouted loudly, immediately winning everyone's agreement.

Mo Zibu nodded, "Of course I believe that there won't be such a beast among the people of Chaozhou."

Then, the atmosphere became harmonious.

This was something Mo Zibu had thought about carefully, because the Chinese were not robbed much. Mo Zibu came too quickly, and the natives had not yet completely defeated the Chinese in Nakhon Si Thammarat, and did not have time to plunder the land.

The places that the natives plundered the most were the temples in Nakhon Si Thammarat. This was the big prize, and Mo Zibu would definitely decline the offer, so he simply returned the Chinese's money to them as a favor.

Among the looted property of the Chinese, gold, beads and jewelry did not account for a large proportion, and it was indeed not appropriate to divide it equally. It would be better to return it to the original owner.

Sure enough, after distributing the jewelry, more than half of the stolen goods were still left.

Mo Zibu clapped his hands, and Wu Shiying immediately brought up a list. This was the list of Chinese people who died in Luokun City, a total of 387 people.

"Zheng Jinshui."

Mo Zibu called out the first name, a fourteen-year-old boy with a dirty face and red and swollen eyes.

"Your father was a good man, a hero. He killed three bandits with just a stick. He didn't retreat even when his hands were cut off to protect everyone.

You must always remember him and know why he died."

Zheng Jinshui burst into tears. The barrier he pretended to be strong in front of his injured mother and sister was broken at this moment, and the sadness of losing his father gushed out rapidly.

Mo Zibu wiped the snot and tears from his face without any disdain, took out a gold leaf and handed it to Zheng Jinshui, and asked someone to bring two rolls of cotton cloth to him, and said seriously:

"Remember your father, and become a brave man in the future!"

Zheng Jinshui couldn't hold back any longer, and threw himself into the arms of Mo Zibu, who was only four years older than him, and burst into tears.

Sadness filled the entire square. Everyone was crying, and suddenly felt that there was still hope in life.

Zheng Jinshui's mother limped forward, kowtowed to Mo Zibu, and tried to take the still-crying Zheng Jinshui away. Mo Zibu nodded, then said with concern, "Gold leaves are hard to keep and spend. When this is done, come to me and I'll have someone exchange them for rice, grain, salt, sugar, tea, and other supplies, as well as copper coins."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jinshui and his mother thanked Mo Zibu again before leaving.

The crowd of onlookers didn't expect Mo Zibu to be so attentive, and immediately praised him.

"Wang Yonghe!" Mo Zibu called the next person.

This was a short, strong man dressed in a solid suit, but he limped and was supported by his children as he came forward.

It turned out that when he was fighting with the natives, his kneecap was hit. He didn't know what would happen to him in the future. Even if he could be cured, he would probably be a cripple.

"Why are you so dejected? Your family is safe and sound, and you even killed four bandits. That's better than most people."

Wang Yonghe took the compensation from Mo Zibu's hand, and tears immediately fell down in the thirty-year-old man's eyes.

"Dragon Head, I wish I could just die!
My leg is broken, and I can no longer do carpentry work. I've learned the craft all my life, honed my skills for decades, and now it's all gone."

Wang Yonghe was an excellent shipbuilder, even one of the best in the whole of Luokun, but shipbuilding was a physical job. If he became lame, he would naturally never be able to build ships again.

Mo Zibu was delighted after hearing this. He had long known that Wang Yonghe was not only good at building ships, but also literate. In the future, he would open a European-style soft sailing ship factory, and he would definitely need someone who was passionate about skills like this.

So on the surface, I, Mo Dalongtou, raised my eyebrows and said, "How can a man say such words?
Who says you, Wang Yonghe, are useless? I think as long as your spirit is still there, you will never be useless! "

Wang Yonghe gave a bitter smile. "That's true, but who would want a disabled person in the future? I can't even walk, let alone build a ship."

"Where do you want it?" Mo Zibu yelled, "I want it!
As long as you, Wang Yonghe, are willing to study hard, I will definitely open a factory to manufacture large Western soft-sail boats after I come back. If you still have the skills and are willing to learn, I will want you.

Even if you can't build it, you can pass on the skills to your apprentices and let them carry you along as they build it."

A glimmer of light flashed in Wang Yonghe's eyes. After a slight hesitation, he returned the compensation given by Mo Zibu to Mo Zibu.

"Dragon Head, please remember what I said today. My family has not been robbed, and we are not short of money. Let's leave this relief to others who need it more."

"Yonghe, you have made us Fushan people proud!"

"amazing!"

Hearing the constant exclamations of praise, Wang Yonghe's face finally lit up a bit.

"Mrs. Wang Ye!" Mo Zibu continued to call the next person, a woman with a splint on her left hand, followed by a little girl with timid eyes.

Wang Ye's husband died in battle against the indigenous mobs, and her little daughter was also lost in the crowd. When she was finally found, she was buried in the crowd and had no vital signs.

"Do you still have any family members?" Looking at Wang Ye, who seemed to be heartbroken, Mo Zibu asked in a low voice.

Wang Ye shook her head sadly. Her house was burned down, her husband was dead, and her little daughter was also dead. If it weren't for her eldest daughter who was crying for food, she would have no reason to live.

Mo Zibu was not paying attention for a moment. A woman with a broken hand, who might have a disabled left hand, plus a girl of six or seven years old, even if you give her gold and silver, not only can she not keep it, she won't be able to take care of herself!
"Wang Ye is still my granddaughter, so let her come into my house and do some cleaning. At least she can have a hot meal." Wang Chunfa whispered beside Mo Zibu.

He no longer dared to have any opinions about Mo Zibu. Although this man was young, he was very good at winning people's hearts and his work was flawless.

Wang Chunfa watched Mo Zibu distribute compensation to dozens of people before he found this small opportunity to show off.

If he doesn't speak up, Mo Zibu might raise his arm and Luo Kun will no longer have the surname Wang.

"Okay, then please let uncle arrange it!" Mo Zibu would certainly not object. He didn't really want to occupy Luo Kun. This small place could not accommodate his ambitions.

So, Mo Zibu and Wang Chunfa cooperated with each other to arrange the compensation, and then distributed the remaining money to the people, which helped Wang Chunfa save some face.

After the distribution was completed, Mo Zibu announced loudly that his fleet had brought a lot of fine wine and fresh meat, and that a buffet would be set up in the city in the evening, inviting everyone to have a meal to dilute the sad atmosphere.

Wang Chunfa stumbled and nearly fell to the ground! He was just a moment too slow, and Mo Zibu immediately got there first.

(End of this chapter)