The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 56 Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
This was a banquet of quite high standards. Wang Chunfa brought his cousins Wang Qingfa and Wang Taifa, as well as a large number of nephews and nephews to drink with him. Even his wife and three concubines came out to greet Mo Zibu.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Wang Chunfa looked at Chen Guangyao and Pei Shichun, who stood behind Mo Zibu without drinking a drop of wine or eating a bite of food, and remained motionless from beginning to end, and his eyes lit up with envy.

"The Fifth Young Master is truly a remarkable man! He can even recruit such a hero under his command. If my Wang family had such a hero in charge, there would be no such trouble as this!"

Mo Zibu hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to continue hitting Wang Chunfa in the face.

After all, he was very sensible, and Wang Runzhi was also next to him. It is said that one should not hit a smiling person, and one should also consider the Buddha's face even if he does not consider the monk's face.

But this is also a very good opportunity to ask the Wang family for someone. Wang Wubing and Li Xianwen both said that he has the talent of a general, so he must not be just any nobody.

So Mo Zibu smiled faintly, "Who says there isn't one? I heard long ago in Hexian that there is a brave general under my uncle's command named Wang Wubing, who has the talent of a great general. Can I meet him today?"

Wang Chunfa was stunned for a while. Wang Wubing had indeed trained his servants well, but he didn't think he had much talent as a general!
If he really was a talented general, why couldn't he discover Ziad Ali's plan to lure the enemy away from the mountain in advance?

Alas, if Wang Wubing knew what Wang Chunfa was thinking, he would probably vomit blood.

"Yingzhi, go and ask Wubing to come here." Wang Chun said after being stunned for a moment.

Mo Zibu spoke very loudly just now, and Wang's relatives in the hall heard it clearly.

The servants guarding the door had also heard it. One of them was quick-witted and immediately slipped out before Wang Yingzhi to inform Wang Wubing.

What was Wang Wubing doing at this time? He was drinking with a few close brothers.

Luo Kun had such a big incident, not only Wang Chunfa, but many people were blaming him.

He lost his position as a captain of the household servants and was fined his salary. He was not even eligible to attend the banquet hosted for Mo Zibu.

The clever soldier was Wang Wubing's younger brother Wang Wuchu. He quickly ran to Wang Wubing and told him what had just happened.

"Mr. Mo Wu, do you really say that?" Wang Wubing stood up suddenly, and seemed to sway twice.

"That's exactly what I said!" Wang Wuchu said firmly.

"Humph! My brother's family has worked for them for generations, but in the end, they are not as knowledgeable as an outsider like Master Mo Wu.

How could we have reached this point if Zhao Meng hadn't played any tricks to divert trouble, and if he hadn't surrounded himself with traitors like the Third Steward Akong?

"That's right, it doesn't matter if this bastard Luo Kun is not stupid. Since Fifth Master Mo said that my brother has the talent of a general, why don't we go and join Fifth Master? Maybe we can get a government position in the future."

Wang Wubing took a deep breath and then waved his hand. "My grandfather came to Siam with nothing to earn a living. It was the Wang family who gave us a way to survive. This is a great favor. Unless it is absolutely necessary, don't say such treasonous words."

Wang Wuchu couldn't help rolling his eyes, feeling a little resentful towards his brother. It was becoming difficult for him to get along in the Wang family, yet he didn't seize such a good opportunity.

. . . .

In the banquet hall, Wang Wubing was invited to Mo Zibu. Mo Zibu walked down the main steps to greet him without any airs, took his hand and asked:
"I've heard of the warrior's reputation since I was in Hexian, and my second brother has also often praised his military prowess. Now that I've met him, I see he's truly a brave man. I wonder where he learned his skills in marching and deploying troops?"

Wang Wubing drank a little wine and was no longer as cautious as usual. He said a little ostentatiously:

"Thank you for the compliment, Fifth Young Master. My ancestors passed down several military books to me, and I have been studying them frequently."

Huh! Mo Zibu's eyes lit up. This guy was not only from a Tanka family, but also a servant of the Wang family. He could actually read and study military books, and they were passed down from his ancestors. He was no ordinary person.

If this is true, let alone in Southeast Asia, these people are all talented people in the mainland!
"I don't know your family background, brother. Please tell me about it!" Mo Zibu even changed his address and called him brother directly.

The call of "Brother Wang" struck a chord with Wang Wubing. Under the influence of alcohol and Wang Chunfa's reproach, he began to lose his composure. A flush of red, perhaps from drunkenness or excitement, appeared on his face as he shouted to Mo Zibu:
"My ancestor was the loyal and brave General Wang Dianhui. Have you ever heard of him, Fifth Young Master?"

"Ah!" Mo Zibu was horrified. "Could it be that Taishan King Xing Wang Hu Ben who welcomed Emperor Zhaozong Yongli to Yu Enping, defeated tens of thousands of Shang Kexi's elite troops, held off the Qing army in Taishan for five years, and finally burned himself to death in the gunpowder room?"

"Huh?" Wang Wubing was also stunned. He had spoken of his family background with a certain amount of arrogance. He figured that in Southeast Asia, after more than a hundred years, no one would recognize such a great hero as his ancestor. Then, he could vent his anger and indirectly prove that Wang Chunfa and the others had failed to recognize his talent.

But he really didn't expect that there was a freak like Mo Zibu in Nanyang, who seemed to know his ancestors better than he did.

How could Mo Zibu not know this? His roommate in college was from Taishan, Guangdong, also surnamed Wang, and was a history fan.

Whenever we talked about stories from the late Ming Dynasty in the dormitory late at night, we would always talk about this hero who fought against the Qing Dynasty. Sometimes tears would well up in my eyes, and I would vaguely want to regard Wang Xing as his ancestor.

After graduating from university, this roommate specially invited his best friend Mo Zibu to visit Guangzhou and took him to the tomb of General Wang Xing and his wife in Yuexiu Park. The two of them also bought some fruits and flowers to pay tribute.

"So he is the descendant of a loyal hero. I, Li, really can't recognize a real person!" Li Xianwen was also very good at handling things, and of course he knew what Mo Zibu wanted to do.

Chen Chengshan, who was sitting with them, also stood up. He was a member of the Chen family and said to Mo Zibu excitedly:

"If he is indeed the descendant of Wang Huben, we should pay our respects to him. When Lord Zhongzheng was just starting out, he served as a lieutenant colonel under General Wang Huben, the Loyal and Brave General."

Alas! Duke Zhongzheng was the posthumous title bestowed upon Chen Shangchuan by both the Mo and Chen families. He stayed until the Ming Dynasty had lost all hope of restoration, and only then left. After his death, no one could evaluate his life. The Mo and Chen families could only bestow upon him a private posthumous title of "loyalty."

Mo Zibu was truly shocked. He had such a connection with Wang Wubing. He immediately stepped aside to support him as a sign of respect. He invited Wang Wubing to the chief seat and said to Wang Chunfa with emotion:
"How can I sit in peace when such a heroic descendant is still here in the hall?

Since you are the descendant of my grandfather's old kindness, please take my seat and accept my greeting."

Mo Zibu forced Wang Wubing to sit in his seat, then he personally filled a bowl of wine for Wang Wubing, and then raised his own bowl above his head.

"This bowl of rice is a tribute to the loyal and brave General Wang Hu Ben, and also to our ancestors who fought hard when China was sinking a hundred years ago. They are heroes whether they live or die."

Wang Wubing burst into tears, his whole body shaking like a sieve. The Wang family had fallen to such a state, but he didn't expect that there were still people who remembered his ancestors.

Drink one bowl.

Wang Chunfa was originally humiliated, but when he heard what Mo Zibu said, his face suddenly showed emotion. He poured a bowl of wine with his own hands and walked in front of Mo Zibu.

“Back when the Ming Dynasty was still around, there were always people who cared about us wandering ghosts.

Now the emperor of the capital treats us as scoundrels, and there is truly no hope for us at all.

The Fifth Young Master said something very well. At this point, it’s only you who can save me and I who can save you.

I, the old man, have the audacity to call you my nephew again. You have great ambitions. I wish you great success!

This bowl of wine finally marked the change of the Wang family's owner.

In fact, the Ming Dynasty was not necessarily very kind to the people who went to Southeast Asia, but at least there was hope.

At least for the Wang family, they still had the exclusive right to trade between the King of Siam and the Ming Dynasty, and the Chaozhou compatriots continued to move south.

The sinking of China's land over a hundred years ago not only dealt a heavy blow to the mainland, but also to Southeast Asia.

It caused a complete break between the Chinese in Southeast Asia during the Ming Dynasty and their homeland, a break that occurred from both cultural to material aspects.

The Mingxiang people, including the Mo family and the Chen family, were the last wave of Han Chinese resistance fighters.

The Wang family is a rare breed that has been able to barely maintain Han traditions after hundreds of years.

Their efforts to persist have become like water without a source and trees without roots.

As for the many others, they have long been submerged in the vast mountains and rivers of Southeast Asia, waiting for someone to wake them up one day.

(End of this chapter)