The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 731 Money moves people’s hearts

"Start here, cut vertically. Be careful not to damage the aorta. Ah Shun, wipe his sweat quickly, don't let it drip in."

In a room filled with the overwhelming smell of blood, Li Xingcun, the third son of Ningxia Prince Li Xianwen, was cutting with a sharp knife while quickly instructing his assistants.

The object cut open vertically in his mouth was not wood or meat, but a corpse.

No, it wasn't a corpse either, because this body, which was tied up like fish on a chopping board, still had a trace of breath and could even make a few little moans.

And this person was none other than Omar, the uncle of Prince Hassan Hussein, the Governor of Samarkand, who had surrendered to the Western Army camp that day.

Li Xingcun did what he said. If he wanted to make this guy suffer a fate neither alive nor dead, he would definitely do it without adding any extraneous information.

Finally, an extremely beautiful femoral aorta was completely exposed, and the surrounding white fat, bright red flesh and somewhat pink bones formed a somewhat uncomfortable picture.

Li Xingcun personally took action, using cotton dipped in medical alcohol to clean the area around the aorta, hoping to observe how these blood vessels work in the flesh and blood that had not completely lost their vitality.

"This is truly a perfect work of art. The structure of the human body is truly amazing. Who designed this? No wonder His Majesty said that the human body is a most sophisticated flesh-and-blood machine. Perfect! Perfect!"

Li Xingcun's movements were very gentle, as if he was wiping his lover's soft and delicate face. However, in this environment where the smell of blood was so strong that it seemed as if blood was dripping in the air, and there were faint moans of pain, he looked so perverted.

"Prince, you said you know where the Durrani family's treasure house is?" Li Xingcun asked in a low voice while wiping.

The prince being questioned was Prince Hassan Hussein. He was slumped on the other side of the room. He was so scared that he was pissing and defecating, and had fainted several times. He had just been awakened by ice water.

"I know, I know, I know, I know!" Prince Hassan Hussein said four "I know"s in a row and answered hurriedly. While answering, the prince's body was bending and rising as if he was kowtowing.

Li Xingcun was delighted in his heart, but he did not show any expression on his face, and his hands did not stop cutting.

However, the so-called nephew of Emperor Mo was not a pervert. Or rather, he was indeed a pervert, but not as perverted as he was performing at this moment.

The reason why he was nominally a nephew was that Li Xingcun was different from his brothers Li Xingyang and Li Xingtai. He was not born to the eldest princess of Yue, Mo Hui, but was a bastard son born to Li Xianwen's concubine.

In Dayu at that time, even Li Xianwen, the non-eldest son of a prince with internal merits, could only get the title of a general guarding the country, and then be promoted to the commander of the Jinyiwei, and that was the end of his career.

So Li Xingcun worked very hard, because being a commander under the protection of others, a general who received an annual salary of 600 silver dollars, could not only fail to maintain his own status, but also could not bring glory to his biological mother.

If one wants his biological mother to rise from a concubine of low status to the wife of a prince with imperial decree, that is, the officially recognized spouse of a prince, it is not enough to rely solely on the identity of the prince's son.

Therefore, the precocious Li Xingcun took the initiative to ask to go to Europe at the age of eleven to study abroad at the University of Edinburgh in Scotland and the University of Göttingen in Prussia, majoring in biology and medicine.

However, biology and medicine at that time had not yet formed a system, even in Europe, so what Li Xingcun learned was very complicated. Some of it was useful, while some was even wrong.

However, Europe is also far ahead of China in one area, and that is surgery.

Over the past hundred years, the number of wars fought in Europe and the number of deaths was more than ten times that of China, so areas such as surgery began to develop rapidly.

Although Europe itself has not fully understood the logic behind the operation of bacteria, viruses, blood, etc., and has not even discovered the existence of some of them, the theory is quite primitive.

But Mo Zibu knew all this. The emperor was worried about not having a good assistant.

Therefore, as soon as Li Xingcun returned and showed his solid surgical skills and talent in medicine, he was immediately trained by the emperor. Not only did he join the Criminal Law Division of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, but he also had the status of an imperial physician.

This time, Li Xingcun came here to take advantage of the war and lead the team of Dayu Surgical Medical College, which the emperor helped him to establish, to use these corpses to complete the dissection and complete drawing of human blood vessels, bones, meridians, etc.

An hour later, Li Xingcun was almost exhausted. He walked unsteadily towards Prince Hassan Hussein, who was sitting on the ground in his own feces and urine.

When Prince Hassan Hussein saw Li Xingcun coming over, he immediately widened his eyes in horror, breathing in and out, his body stiff, and a little urine squeezed out of his bladder which was already empty.

In the eyes of Prince Hassan Hussein, Li Xingcun's light footsteps looked like they were flying towards him in a flash.

A pair of hands that had dissected thousands of corpses gently wiped the mud off Prince Hussein's forehead. The prince fainted with a gurgling sound.

Splash, another basin of ice water, the prince seemed to have escaped from hell. He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he straightened his upper body and knelt on the ground, kowtowing.

“I say, I say, I tell it all, Halimi of the Durrani family is my father-in-law, he told me before he was defeated by his brother Zaman Shah.

When the Durrani family evacuated Delhi, they looted the entire city, with gold, silver, and jewelry worth more than 100 million rupees, and most of these rupees were hidden away."

Li Xingcun's heart was shocked. One hundred million Indian rupees was at least more than 45 million silver dollars. This was a huge amount, almost equal to a quarter of Dayu's annual income.

If there really is such a huge treasure, then Li Xingcun's contribution would be too great. Coupled with his success in medicine, it would be easy for him to become an Earl of Neixun.

Is there any problem with my mother becoming a lady (the concubine of a prince is called a lady) and my sister being conferred the title of county lady?

"The looting of Delhi happened forty years ago. Are you sure they can still leave so much wealth now?" Li Xingcun asked the last question he cared about.

Prince Hussein gasped, looked at Li Xingcun, looked at this terrifying devil whose aura of death seemed to be condensed in him, nodded and said affirmatively: "There are still, at least 60 to 70 million rupees.

Because Afghanistan can't produce any good things, the fine carpets, high-quality wine and all the good things they need from your Taohuashi must be bought from Bukhara.

It would not cost that many rupees to buy these things to meet the daily needs of the royal family and the Iqtas.

The most expensive part was recruiting divine warriors, but because Transoxiana and Persia were at war, not many divine warriors flowed into Afghanistan, so the Durrani family hadn't spent much of their money yet.

Prince Hassan Hussein's understanding was relatively accurate. Of course, the biggest reason why the money was able to remain was that after the more than 100 million rupees of silver coins entered Afghanistan, they caused severe inflation.

Although the kings of the Durrani family could not quite figure out what the inflation was caused by the sudden increase in currency, they could clearly feel that the things they could buy with the silver coins in their hands had decreased, and they could also vaguely feel that it was caused by the large amount of these silver coins being brought back.

Therefore, the king at that time, Muhammad Shah Durrani, melted down various Indian rupees, recast part of them into a batch of Durrani Dynasty silver coins for circulation, and made part of them into gold and silver utensils to reward his son, royal family and ministers.

The final portion was cast into gold and silver bricks and buried in the treasury. Knowing this, Li Xingcun felt completely relieved. He also believed that if Prince Hassan Hussein could still deceive and act under the pressure of his anti-human terror, he would not have fought the war like this.

"Your Highness, you know that you may very well survive because of this information, and you may even be able to keep your wealth."

Li Xingcun asked in a low voice, like the whisper of a devil, which made people tremble with fear, but was also full of temptation.

"I want to, I want to live, I want to survive!" Prince Hassan Hussein began to kowtow again.

"Let him wash himself clean, find him some nice clothes to wear, and wait for the king's summons." Li Xingcun smiled and strode out of his laboratory.

. . . .

In the base camp, the military judges under Li Xianwen attacked everywhere and arrested a large number of soldiers and generals who had secretly hoarded the captured soldiers. The dead soldiers in the next war were almost all gathered.

"Money can move people's hearts!" Li Xianwen said with a wry smile to Chen Guangyao and the other generals, "Anyone who can't pass this test will not be reused in the future.

Everyone likes gold, silver and treasures, but one must know what to take and what not to take."

Then, Prince Li, who prided himself on his self-control over gold and silver, immediately widened his eyes. "What? Over 100 million rupees in silver, a total of over 40 million silver dollars!"

Not to mention Li Xianwen was shocked, even a bloodthirsty butcher like Dong Jinfeng who didn't care much about money was shocked.

"If there really were that many, according to our custom of keeping 50%, that would be 20 million silver dollars. That would add up to about 200 silver dollars per person."

"That's great. This is not even the reward from His Majesty. All of our men here will make a fortune!" Hailancha also said happily.

There is naturally no egalitarianism in the army, so the soldiers below cannot get as much as the officers, and most of their gains will be converted into land, oxen, weapons, women, etc.

Therefore, the ones who could really make a fortune were basically the officers. At this moment, everyone in the barracks became excited.

"Your Majesty, I have something to say, but I don't know whether I should say it or not." Fu Kang'an was still very cautious. After all, there were rumors everywhere that he was the son of Emperor Qianlong, so he had no choice but to be careful.

"Yao Lin, just say whatever you want to say. We are always open to sharing everything we know." Li Xianwen naturally knew how cowardly Fu Kangan was, so he immediately gave him a promise so that this guy wouldn't be afraid to speak out.

"Your Majesty's established strategy is certainly aimed at resolving the problem once and for all, but Hezhong is too far away, and it is inevitable that your Majesty's close associates and court officials responsible for formulating the plan will make some mistakes."

Fu Kangan said this with great difficulty, and sweat was dripping down his back. If others said this, it would be nothing, but if he said this, it would be easy for people to take it seriously.

"As it stands now, the originally planned three years will definitely not be enough to completely eliminate the threat from the river. We will probably need five to eight years.

It took constant pulling and repeated ravages before we could finally defeat the rebels led by the Karluk people and avenge the Han people in the northwest.

Therefore, we still need some help, especially in Persia and Afghanistan, southwest of Transoxiana. These two places are not within the current scope of conquest and cannot be easily conquered.

If we can support one or two ministers, it will be of great help to the army and the court in stabilizing Hezhong."

What Fu Kangan said is the most realistic situation at present. Dayu can kill people in the river, but it is difficult to gain a foothold.

This is an area of hundreds of thousands of square kilometers with a complex and harsh environment. With the population of Dayu in the river, it would be good if it could control Samarkand at most.

Therefore, reducing the population of the three khanates cannot be done overnight, but requires repeated efforts.

As for the Durrani Dynasty in Afghanistan and the Qajar Dynasty in Persia, it is even more impossible to control them. Therefore, in order to curb their influence on Transoxiana, it is most cost-effective to find a few local brothers.

"Yao Lin, do you mean that this Prince Hassan Hussein can be used?" Chen Guangyao asked.

"Yes, that's what I think. Prince Hassan Hussein has some abilities, but he's not too strong. He's also a bit afraid of death, making him the best target for control.

His father-in-law, Halimi, was one of the princes of the Durrani family, and at that time his brothers were involved in the Rebellion of the Eight Kings in Afghanistan.

Furthermore, Halimi has been defeated and imprisoned. If he is to survive, he will definitely have to rely on us."

The questioning look in Li Xianwen's eyes disappeared. He thought Fu Kang'an was going to talk about supporting Prince Hassan Hussein to be the Emir of Bukhara. That was not possible. The emperor had decided to implement the strategy of eradicating the roots in the Central Asian region.

However, Afghanistan is not among them. It is a good choice to support this prince who is still somewhat useful and send him to Afghanistan.

"I agree!" Li Xingtai was the first to agree. "We will send troops to help Hassan Hussein and his father-in-law Halimi take over Afghanistan, and then let them each get a piece of land.

We don’t want anything else, just ask them to hand over all the gold and silver they looted from India.”

Li Xianwen looked into the general's sparkling eyes, thought about it carefully, and felt that it was an option.

So, Prince Hassan Hussein immediately got a chance to survive.

Li Xianwen decided to hand over 10,000 of the 30,000 captured Samarkand prisoners to him, and was also willing to support his father-in-law to become the leader of the Durrani Dynasty.

After the city of Samarkand was captured, some prisoners were still captured. They were originally intended to be sent to the Kazakh steppes to serve as pastoral slaves, in exchange for a group of Kazakh pastoral slaves to do heavy work in the Dayuan Basin.

Now, it is a good time to select 10,000 people and hand them over to Prince Hassan Hussein to serve as his foundation for a foothold in Afghanistan.

Of course, this is not without price, that is, Prince Hassan Hussein must lead the way for Dayu and assist Dayu in clearing out the Qarluk people who were originally under his rule but are now controlled by the sect and live in the countryside of Samarkand.

Prince Hassan Hussein agreed immediately. He was willing to do anything to survive, let alone become the ruler of a region again.

　The New Year is coming soon. I wish all my book friends and their families happiness, and every year will be better than the last! Tomorrow is the first day of the Lunar New Year, so I should take a day off. The rest of the time, I will update as usual.

　　
　
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