The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 622 The Legacy of the Han Ancestors

In the jungle of Barisan Mountain, a group of natives were running for their lives.

They all had looks of fear on their faces, as if the rainforest, which they were familiar with in the past, was no longer safe at all. There was a terrifying feeling that some devil might jump out of the surrounding bushes and grass at any time.

As they were running, a tall and thin native suddenly foamed at the mouth, his whole body twitched stiffly, and then he fell to the ground silently.

The fleeing natives became even more frightened when they saw this situation.

"This is punishment, this is punishment!" An old Pawan (witch) could no longer run. She fell to her knees on the ground, crying with tears of fear.

"Oh my spirits, please don't abandon us, don't abandon us!"

The natives could not quite understand why people died suddenly after running so hard that their bodies could not bear the strain. They thought it was the spirits punishing them.

The reason for this perception is that these natives who fled for their lives were not Malays like the Jambi people, nor were they the Bugis people from Aceh, but Minangkabau people.

This is a very special ethnic group in Sumatra. They are natives, but not natives.

Yes, because they have lived here for more than two thousand years.

The reason why I say no is that the Minangkabau people actually migrated south from Yunnan to Sumatra in the early Spring and Autumn Period, which was around the time when Confucius lived.

It is estimated that they were oppressed by their Bai ancestors and could not gain a foothold in Yunnan, so they had no choice but to leave their homeland and move south.

After settling in Sumatra, the Minangkabau people still retained many customs of Yunnan ethnic minorities.

For example, their highly matrilineal clan system, female inheritance system, and walking marriage system are different from those of other Southeast Asian natives.

They also worship buffaloes and regard buffalo horns as sacred objects. The name of the tribe, Minangkabau, means proud buffalo.

In terms of faith, they are the last Sumatran ethnic group to accept Islam, and they still retain animism.

That's why the witch who holds the sacrificial power of the small tribe believes that those people with seemingly endless energy are ghost generals sent by the forest spirits to punish them for converting to the Muslim religion.

It is precisely because of this characteristic that the Minangkabau people have had a good relationship with the Chinese in history. When the Chinese went to Southeast Asia, they often liked to marry Minangkabau women who looked similar to the Han Chinese.

Well, not actually marrying.

Because the Minangkabau people practice a visiting marriage system, many single Chinese people specifically try to exploit loopholes in their system.

They basically just live in someone else's house, have fun afterward, leave a few things, pull up their pants and leave, even saving the cost of raising children.

If future generations could conduct an in-depth genetic test, the Minangkabau people would definitely be the Indonesian ethnic group with the most mixed blood with the Chinese.

For example, the Indonesian founding hero, Indonesian Communist Party leader Tan Melaka, who was strictly hidden by the Indonesian government in later generations, was a Minangkabau with Chinese ancestry (controversial).

Because he was fluent in Mandarin and Hokkien, Tan Malacca even taught in the Chinese school founded by Tan Kah Kee in Singapore, teaching the Chinese to speak Mandarin. He was a colleague of Wang Renshu, the first ambassador of the Republic to Indonesia.

"Yue!" Another painful vomiting sound was heard. The other native could no longer run. He knelt on the ground and vomited stomach acid in big mouthfuls.

"Whoosh!" A sharp sound of piercing the air was heard, and an arrow suddenly appeared on the back of the native's head. The huge impact caused him to fall forward, and then he twitched on the ground covered with his own stomach acid and let out a low, shrill scream.

These North Koreans didn't lie to Yamato Mao-san, they were indeed very tough.

In terms of combat capability, these people may be at the bottom among the original three ethnic groups of China, Japan and Korea, but when facing the natives of Southeast Asia, they seem to be quite powerful.

In addition, they have extraordinary endurance, almost everyone can run a half marathon, making them simply the best jungle fighters.

"Ah Yixi, don't kill people like this, tie them all up!" The guy who promised Mao Shan that they could really fight and could speak Nanjing Mandarin was named Hong Wanjin.

Like Hong Wanda, who actively cooperated with the court to recover South Korea, he was a bastard son of the Fengzhou Hong family.

However, he didn't believe that Hong Wanda could succeed at that time, so he chose to help the chief of the Benguan clan.

As a result, he suffered the consequences. He was arrested by the Silla Governor's Office and directly exiled to Southeast Asia.

Well, others were sold here as contract laborers, but Hong Wanjin was exiled after being tried.

"Master, why do we keep such things? Wouldn't it be easier to kill them with a knife?" asked several Koreans holding short crossbows.

In Southeast Asia, the crime of exile is not necessarily a bad thing.

Because in the Great Yu Dynasty, due to the endless desire for manpower for colonization, except for the three types of rebellion, murder, and disobedience and unfilial piety, as long as the crime was enough to be sentenced to prison, the person would not be imprisoned or charged, but would be directly thrown to Southeast Asia and be dealt with.

The fact that someone could flee to Southeast Asia as a criminal showed that although his crimes did not fall under the categories of rebellion or chaos, the crimes he committed were by no means minor.

Those who can commit such crimes are generally people with some ability, either they can speak or write, or they have leadership skills. At the very least, they are strong enough to wield a knife and kill people.

Because ordinary people simply don't have the ability or courage to commit a serious crime that could result in exile thousands of miles away.

This created a strange phenomenon: in Southeast Asia, the four words "exile criminals" actually became a signboard.

Anyone who is charged with this crime will subconsciously think that you are a capable person.

So when Hong Wanjin arrived in Southeast Asia, despite being a criminal, he actually lived better than in his hometown. He was still called "master" by the honest Korean farmhands who had been sold abroad.

"You are stupid. Do you want to be a farmhand and till the land for others for the rest of your life?" Hong Wanjin squinted at his silly fellow villagers.

"These people look like us Chinese, unlike the other natives who look like barbarians.

These people can be useful if they are trained well and made to farm honestly.

With them, we can return to our Chinese identity more quickly."

Among the contract workers of the Korean and Japanese ethnic groups in Southeast Asia, no one ever considered himself to be anything other than Chinese from the upper country.

They believed that they were deprived of their Han identity as a punishment only because the Han Dynasty had regained its territory but they did not move forward in time to respect the king and expel the barbarians, thus offending the emperor. They would have to return to their Han identity in the future.

Hong Wanjin's intention was to tame these Minangkabau people, who looked somewhat similar to the Han people, and turn them into contract laborers.

This will not only improve the status of Koreans, but also make it easier for them to terminate their contractual long-term worker status and return to the Han people in the future.

Because Hong Wanjin knew very well that the biggest reason why they became contract farmhands was not because they were punished for not having enough time to respect the king and expel the barbarians, but because the emperor looked down on the natives of Southeast Asia and was not prepared to treat them as Han people, resulting in a lack of people to farm the land.

Therefore, the best way to free one's own ethnic group is to cultivate a replacement ethnic group. Every time a Minangkabau person is civilized, there will be one more Korean who can return to the identity of Han Chinese.

"Why is this? Why does the emperor dislike the natives of Andai and Nanji provinces so much?" Hong Wanjin muttered to himself. This was the only thing he couldn't understand.

Well, any Chinese who came from later generations would never have much good feelings towards the Malay and Indonesian ethnic groups.

"But I think there's nothing wrong with being a farmhand. I farm when they ask me to, and I eat better than the two-shift farmhands back home.

If I could marry a native woman and leave a child for my family, I would have a wife and children and a warm home!"

Hong Wanjin, who was working hard to plan for his own tribe, was so depressed when he heard this that he wanted to vomit blood. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, at this time, the old woman Pawang's muttering aroused everyone's interest.

At this time, more than 20 natives who had run more than ten kilometers and were so tired that they vomited continuously were all caught back. A group of Koreans gathered here to watch the fun.

"What is this old woman mumbling about?" Hong Wanjin asked with a frown.

Someone in the crowd who understood a bit of the dialect listened carefully for a moment and then replied, "She's talking about the punishment of the Ten Thousand Spirits. She also said we're some kind of ghost generals who've come to punish their tribe for abandoning the Ten Thousand Spirits and converting to the Muslim religion."

Ok?
Hong Wanjin was startled, then immediately realized this was a good opportunity. His face lit up with joy, "Quick, take this old woman and her clansmen away. Let's go ask Master Mao for a reward. His brother is a Republican congressman, so he will definitely be able to get to the head of the Central Hall."

As they said this, Hong Wanjin and others, along with dozens of natives, immediately left the jungle and returned to look for Shan Tailang Maoshan.

Along the way, Hong Wanjin and others saw that there were warning and search outposts, military stations, etc. built everywhere in the mountains.

The soldiers of the sixty-seven relative vassal states supervised a large number of civilians to set up checkpoints everywhere.

A Silla line infantry regiment specially transferred from Silla, with a large number of volunteers and slave soldiers, kept going in and out of the forest to carry out a large-scale search.

Most of these people had human heads hanging from their waists, their pants stained by the dripping dark red blood. Those who were being led out like cattle and horses, their hands tied, were all young, surplus-valued women.

The garrison troops from the three provinces of Andai, Nanji and Jiaqing set up camp outside the mountain, ready to go into the mountain to provide support at any time.

Shan Tailang Maoshan gently pushed open the door curtain of his tent, and bursts of screams immediately came from inside. A dozen local women gathered in the corner of the tent and trembled in fear.

Opposite these women, another corner of the tent was filled with various silver and copper items, as well as some other miscellaneous cloths, salt, sugar, tea, etc., and occasionally a few gold items and a few pieces of gold in strange shapes.

The old president Simon Hikogoro was sitting in the middle of the tent. A beautiful native female captive was nervously pouring pineapple soup for him.

Alcohol is not allowed in the army, so Simon Hikogoro satisfied himself with a syrup made from dried pineapple and cane sugar, and also made a plate of fried peanuts, which was very cool.

Seeing Yamataro Maoshan coming in, Simon Hikogoro quickly said: “You are right not to go with your brother. If you take the 10,000 koku, you will be your brother’s vassal in the future.

If you don't take it, your brother will still need your help in the future. Plus, you have a quick mind. Ten thousand shi is only about four thousand or five thousand acres of land, so it may not be impossible to buy it."

Mao Shan just rejected his younger brother Yamagami Toru's invitation again. This should be the last time. When Mao Shan expressed his refusal again, his younger brother Yamagami Toru should not force it again.

Mao Shan nodded and said, "What the old president said is exactly what I think in my heart. In such a vast world like Nanyang, there will always be a place for me, Mao Shan, to stand out."

"Then the first step." When Simon Hikogoro heard that Yamataro Maoshan was so knowledgeable, he immediately began to impart his real experience.

"This is also the most important step. Don't learn from me and don't be greedy for small gains. The spoils here must be reported truthfully.

Believe me, no matter how covert you are, the Five Military Governors' Office, the Military Law Department, the Military Affairs Office, and the Jinyiwei's Punishment Department will definitely catch you. No one can escape the eyes of these living devils."

This is truly a lesson learned through blood and tears. If Simon Hikogoro had the knowledge he has now, he would at least be the governor of 30,000 to 40,000 acres of land.

"I know, I will definitely remember it!" Mao Shan was really tempted when he saw so many captives and treasures. He also thought that if he hid some of them, no one would know about it, but in the end he did not put it into practice.

It’s not because Simon Hikogoro, the cadaver teacher, is here, but because the current military law supervision system in the Dayu Army is really too strong.

This is the symbol of a powerful dynasty and a strong army.

That is, the military law system can deal with any crime in the military in accordance with military law while minimizing the impact on combat operations, thereby forming a strong psychological deterrent to the entire army.

Hong Wanjin also returned with the captives at this time, and he even grabbed the old Pawang (wizard) who he believed would help disintegrate the alliance of natives in the mountains with his own hands.

'when! when! when! '

However, as soon as they approached the camp, Hong Wanjin and a group of Koreans heard the sound of food being served.

All of a sudden, these North Koreans felt their mouths watering and their feet running, as if the gluttony had taken control of their brains in an instant.

Many of them abandoned their captives, shouted with joy, and hurriedly ran towards their camp, fearing that they would not be able to eat if they were late.

Hong Wanjin yelled until his voice was hoarse, but except for a few people, most people didn't listen to him at all.

Although Hong Wanjin is called Master Hong, it is just a title and he cannot control these people.

"You are so short-sighted. You will regret it one day!" Hong Wanjin had no choice but to curse angrily. He took the last few people who were willing to follow him and led the captives towards Maoshan's tent.

At this time, Mao Xiangsheng, who had just led his team to defeat a group of more than 300 indigenous warriors and brought a large number of captives, had just returned to the camp.

Mao Xiangsheng didn't despise the Koreans' temper of eating like starving ghosts, and would rather be beaten with a few military sticks than eat one more bite.

Because when they were in Hunan, he and his cousin Mao Xiangxin were not much better off than this. Mao Xiangxin often went hungry because he couldn't get any food.

"Fuck, what's this Haidong China? What they do is no different from barbarians. They don't have the demeanor of a superior country at all."

"Rude, very rude. These Koreans are always like this."

However, the Japanese followers under Mao Xiangsheng were extremely dissatisfied and began to curse in low voices.

A Japanese ronin with a samurai sword and a human head hanging on his waist thought indignantly while holding a small bowl.

"Fuck it, I'm going to use this bowl to put pickles and fried fish today, and then use the biggest bowl to eat. Let's see who eats more!"

. . . .

In Jambi City, the Sultan of Jambi was already dead, his head hanging outside his palace.

All the Jambi people in the city were basically cleared out, except those who were guaranteed by Jambi Chinese.

"War is the fastest way to make money!" Wu Rang, Marquis of Songcheng, sighed and smacked his lips. In Zhanbei alone, there were more than two million acres of farmland, of which at least 600,000 acres had been cultivated by the natives.

Everyone knew that he was not lamenting about the money, but envied the land. Compared with them, money seemed less important.

And through this war, a large number of vassal states will be born, although it is basically impossible for earls to appear, and even viscounts will be rare.

But precisely because of this, it is really attractive. Two million acres of land can produce so many barons, garrison commanders, etc.

"Sir Zhongtang, this military expedition is an upright war to quell rebellion and suppress treason." Huang Renyong, one of the three commanders of the Yangwu Army of the Beijing Camp, said to Zheng Miao, the Prime Minister of Nanyang, while holding a stack of documents.

"Please read this, sir. This is the history of Sumatra Island that I have compiled. It turns out that all the kingdoms on this island accepted the enthronement of the Ming Dynasty.

Among them, the most submissive was the Kingdom of Sumatra. Its king had visited Nanjing Yingtian Prefecture three times to pay homage to the emperor and requested that heavenly soldiers be stationed there.

Therefore, Emperor Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty ordered the eunuch Sanbao to build an official factory in the port of his country, leave more than a thousand soldiers to garrison there, and build several treasure ship repair points.

It was once an imperial military town that was as famous as the Old Port Xuanwei Office and Malacca Town, and was close to the vassal state.

Unfortunately, during the Xuande period, Muslims were prevalent in the Kingdom of Sumatra. Someone usurped the throne and proclaimed himself Sultan, calling on believers to cause trouble and relying on force to besiege the royal court.

During this period, the Ming court issued several edicts to reprimand him, but this man, relying on the advantage of being far away from the emperor, continued to act on his own, usurping the throne and forcing the king to be killed. He later established a sultanate that has survived to this day, which is the Aceh Sultanate.

What Huang Renyong said was indeed true. In fact, near the city of Jambi, there was the Sumatra official factory military town of the Ming Dynasty.

This country was indeed destroyed by the rebellion of the Muslim believers below, and the country established afterwards was indeed the Sultanate of Aceh.

"What a thief!" Zheng Miao was overjoyed, "It turns out that Aceh is an unjust country founded by a traitor.

Mr. Zhou, please order the officials in the government office to write a manifesto and make sure that all the soldiers in the army are informed.

Tell them that when Aceh was founded, it trapped the Ming Dynasty's Sumatra envoys and killed thousands of Han soldiers. This is an unforgivable crime. We are here today to avenge our ancestors' blood debt."

This is the advantage of having a long history and detailed records, because you never know when a bunch of claims will pop up.

As for the manifesto in the Sultanate of Aceh, no one could understand it. The matter was exaggerated dozens of times and it seemed not to matter much.

Well, it really doesn’t matter, because this manifesto was not meant for the Acehnese people, but for the expeditionary army of the administrative office.

What is currently going on is actually a murderous colonization, accompanied by bloody brutality and the loss of humanity. No one knows how much.

If we do not provide the soldiers with sufficient psychological support and make them believe that they are righteous, then their execution, mission completion, and even military morale will be greatly reduced.

"Master Zhongtang, the soldiers below report that a righteous officer has captured several wizards.

During the interrogation, we learned that the Minangkabau people on Sumatra don't seem to have a deep faith in Islam, and many of them still believe in the Primordial Spirit. This might be a good opportunity to open a gap in the mountains."

Good things kept happening one after another. Zheng Miao laughed heartily, "God is really helping me. The Minangkabau people look similar to the Tang people and have over 200,000 people. If we can win them over, the Aceh bandits' plan of harassing people in the mountains will immediately fail."

"Immediately summon the discoverer to come forward and explain the situation. The Military Affairs Office will immediately dispatch personnel to investigate. If it is true, immediately write an action plan."

I have to say that Hong Wanjin really found the bright spot. At that time, the Minangkabau people did not believe in Islam very much.

They completely abandoned their belief in all spirits ten years later, when a new generation of young people grew up in an atmosphere where everyone went to worship and were deeply influenced by the extremely conservative Wahhabi sect of Islam.

Finally, a divine war against the old beliefs was launched, and through bloodshed, the beliefs of the Minangkabau people were finally changed.

But now, everything is still too late.

(End of this chapter)