The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 59 Is this considered forced?
By the time all the punishments were dealt out, there was a deathly silence on the Nakhon Si Thammarat dock.

All the soldiers and officers of Kunlun Mountain Hall, including middle and senior officers like Yuan Kaidao, Huang Zhongtong, and Chen Chengshan, were all silent.

Even Li Xianwen felt a little bit of fear in his heart.

Cruel, too cruel!
The commander of an army used a sledgehammer to hammer his grandson, who was within the fifth degree of mourning, into a three-inch-long piece.

You know, Mo Zhengfang's great-grandfather is Mo Zibu's uncle.

Did Mo Zibu want this? He didn't, he really didn't.

It was no exaggeration for Mo Zhengfang to say that he grew up with him. Even though his soul had traveled through time, he still felt heartbroken.

The military judge surnamed Liu was Li Xianwen's confidant. Mo Zibu knew that his ruthlessness might have hurt Li Xianwen's heart.

Moreover, the great-grandfather of the military judge surnamed Liu was a brave man who fought against the Qing Dynasty in the deep mountains of Kuidong. Now even his descendants have been killed. Can Mo Zibu really bear it?

He couldn't bear it!

But he had to do so. These people were a motley crowd, each with their own leader. Without harsh punishments and the use of terror and cruelty to intimidate them, most of them would definitely be thieves and killers who would escape the net according to the later laws of the five-draw-one-execution rule, and they would not truly follow his will.

Only if everyone followed Mozibu's will, and they had a thousand or so people arrive in Myanmar, could they fight against the soldiers of the Konbaung Dynasty, which was at the peak of its power, and they might even have to face the interference of the British East India Company.

But it is not enough to just have a frightening side, there must be rewards as well as punishments.

Mo Zibu ordered people to bring thousands of red envelopes. These were real red envelopes, made of fine red cloth, and most of them contained a small silver coin.

During the Chinese New Year, it is important to distribute red envelopes. This is a custom that has been passed down for hundreds or even thousands of years, especially for people in Guangdong and Guangxi. No matter how much the red envelopes are, they are a must.

The first ones to come forward were not an officer, but ten somewhat reserved Annan volunteers.

They were the discoverers of the golden Buddha. Instead of keeping it for themselves, the ten of them handed it over.

Mo Zibu smiled and handed out ten red envelopes to them, then said to them solemnly: "There are rewards after punishments, you are great!
I'll keep this golden Buddha with me for now. When we return from Arakan, each of you can make me a wish, a wish worth the same as the golden Buddha."

The leading fire chief didn't expect such treatment and smiled cunningly.

"Longtou, my hometown is Henan. A golden Buddha like that can buy 150 mu of good paddy fields there. Do you want to buy one too?"

This Henan is not the Henan Province on the mainland, but the Henan Province in Annan.

Located in the western part of the Red River Delta, about 60 kilometers away from Hanoi in later generations, it was definitely a first-class place in Annan at that time.

"I am a gentleman and I will definitely keep my promise." Mo Zibu agreed firmly.

The crowd gradually began to adapt to the situation while happily waiting for red envelopes, and they were no longer surprised even though three broken bodies were still lying on the ground.

Just when they had calmed down a little, they were shocked to hear about the 150 acres of paddy fields in Henan. They looked at this group of Annan people with expressions of extreme envy on their faces.

Let alone 150 acres of the best paddy fields, even if you have 150 acres of dry land, that would be a rich inheritance that can be passed on to your descendants.

The team leader was also very happy, but he immediately thought of another problem and suddenly looked a little worried.

"Longtou, when we left our home in Henan, we were involved in a murder case. We've been following Master Tuo for many years and have killed many government soldiers. We can't go back to our hometown in Henan!"

"That's easy. How much does a seventh-rank official title cost on Lord Zheng's side? It's only a few dozen taels of silver. You can just spend your own money and buy an official position for yourself."

Mo Zibu waved his hand nonchalantly, indicating that these were all trivial matters, and he patted the captain's chest.

“Besides, the swords and guns in your hands, the martial arts you have, and the courage you have gained from killing so many people, are they all for show?

"Several generations of Zheng's great kings have been incompetent, and with the way the government troops are doing, if Zheng Ying, the Mingdu King of Tokyo, doesn't know what's good for him, wouldn't it be better if we could seize the throne from him and sit in the Golden Throne Hall ourselves, supporting the great king of the Li family?"

"Hahahaha!" Everyone laughed, and the team leader was also very happy. His mind instantly flew to the proud moment of returning home in glory.

But a short Annan man next to him suddenly said something inappropriate.

"Longtou, if we die in Myanmar, who will own this golden Buddha?"

"Fuck you, you jinx!" The captain's laughter died down, and he nearly choked to death. Several other members of the squad immediately joined the captain, ignoring Mo Zibu's presence and beating the dwarf up with punches and kicks.

People at this time pay much attention to the auspicious words they say, not to mention those who work hard at this job, and they hate others saying this the most.

"Hahaha." Now it was Mo Zibu's turn to laugh. He quickly pulled a few people apart, then took the captain's hand and said to all the officers and soldiers:
"Don't worry about this, everyone. After finishing the New Year's Eve dinner today, please come to the Logistics and Quartermaster Department and write down your place of origin and the relatives you have at home.

If you have relatives, and you are gone, I, Mo Zibu, will definitely send your compensation to your family.

I am a lonely man, but you should also write down your hometown and surname. If you are gone, I will personally sail to the Qing Dynasty to buy a smart boy to inherit your incense and be your son.

The eyes of many people who were truly alone lit up. Among Zhao Zibu's soldiers at this time, apart from Europeans, there were Chinese and Annamites, who happened to be the group that paid the most attention to passing on their family line.

Thinking that even if I die, my descendants will inherit the incense, I suddenly feel like I have a backup.

"The Dragon Head is unparalleled in benevolence and righteousness. We admire him!" Li Xianwen took the initiative to come forward and said to Mo Zibu.

He now felt that his sworn brother and brother-in-law could indeed achieve great things.

Not only does he have a bunch of clever ideas that go straight to people's hearts, but he is also very generous and clear about rewards and punishments.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Li Xianwen knelt on one knee before Mo Zibu for the first time, "The leader is kind and righteous. We will follow him even if it means going through fire and water."

Swish, more than a thousand people knelt down in unison, even the Europeans knelt down in this atmosphere, and everyone shouted in unison.

"I will follow you through fire and water, I will follow you till death!"

Well, when some people are happy, some people are sad.

Wang Runzhi was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. It would be easy for Mo Zibu to seize his family property, especially since he had just failed to fall for his beauty trap.

Wu Rang felt even more uneasy. It was very dangerous to use such a ruthless person as a background.

God knows whether he holds a grudge in his heart, and God knows whether he will bring up old matters with you when he gets unhappy.

"Dismiss! Rest up, my men! Come to the city for our first New Year's feast!"

Mo Zibu was still giving orders excitedly, but Wang Runzhi and Wu Rang could no longer hold back.

Especially Wu Rang, he ran to Mo Zibu, with a smile on his face that looked like blooming chrysanthemums.

"Longtou is truly a man of heaven. It would be wonderful if we in Zhangzhou could also have a person like him!"

"Brother Wu is too petty. In Southeast Asia, we are all Han Chinese. There is no such thing as Zhangzhou, Quanzhou, Leizhou, or Chaozhou.

Since you are so kind, I have a suggestion. Why not invite you two brothers to come to my Kunlun Mountain Hall and make fans for me? "

Holding a fan?

Wu Rang's scalp felt numb. He looked at Mo Zibu, who was smiling with his white teeth showing and calling him "little brother", as if he saw a giant python shaking its head and sticking out its tongue at him, ready to swallow him and his small family property in the next second.

"Oh! Join... Join!" Amidst the stimulation of bloody fear and under tremendous pressure, Wu Rang actually felt his tongue becoming tangled into a ball for a moment, and he didn't even know what he was saying.

"Join?" Mo Zibu clapped his hands and enthusiastically grabbed the arms of Wu Rang and Wang Runzhi.

“That’s great, I knew that the two brothers were straightforward people with a long-term vision. They actually decided to join before I even finished introducing myself.

Good! Very good! Brothers, let’s talk while we eat.”

Damn it!
Wang Runzhi looked at Wu Rang painfully, and felt that Mo Zibu's claws holding his wrist were like iron pliers, squeezing his head and hands with bursts of exploding pain.

ah.?

Wu Rang felt dizzy. This...

This should be considered rape, right?
(End of this chapter)