Chapter 333 South and North 1

"Uncle Kun, these tobacco leaves should be collected in a few days. Are you going to prepare to hire someone?" The young man, wearing a straw hat, squatted in the plantation and looked at a few huge tobacco leaves with a happy face.

Looking at it, the surrounding area is full of lush tobacco leaves to be harvested. Now the tobacco leaf market is bullish. As long as you buy these, you can earn enough money for your marriage with the autumn girl by the sea, so that you will not be laughed at for getting married and bothering your uncle to pay.

"Yes." Uncle Kun next to him knew that his nephew was a strong man and insisted that his wife should use his own money, so he quickly smiled happily and said, "I have told the mayor that when a person hired from Luzon arrives, he will arrange for our garden to collect it first. When these tobacco leaves are sold for money, my uncle will propose marriage to you."

"Uncle, look at what you said." The young man scratched his head. He didn't know whether it was exposed to the hot sun in the sky, or he was told that his mind. His cheeks were a little red, and he quickly changed the topic: "Uncle, with so much labor in Borneo, why do you and so many planters have to hire people from Lu Song to collect? Isn't it enough to hire some natives outside the town? Is it possible that they can't even do this? Besides, that also saves...

"Susp up!"

Before the young man finished speaking, he heard his uncle shouting loudly. He quickly turned his head and saw that his uncle, who had never been angry and was always happy, turned pale and stared at him angrily.

"Uncle, I..."

"I said, if you have dealings with those natives who are inferior to those beasts, don't call me uncle!" Uncle Kun bit his lips hard. After a long time, he saw the young man lowering his head before he realized that he had passed a little. His nephew had just come out of China. He didn't know the past. He sighed, waved his hand and called his nephew to his side. He sat down on the squir, took out the cigarette paper and rolled a small cigarette.

Seeing this, the young man knew that his uncle had something to say, so he quickly took out a match and lit it for him. After Uncle Kun took two puffs of cigarettes, he calmed down a little and slowly said, "Huzi, do you know why the tobacco leaves here are so good?"

This problem was twisted to the heart of the tiger's eyebrows, and I realized this for the first time. It's really strange that the town I live in compared with the next one, whether it is planting tobacco leaves or the rubber trees planted in the past two years, it has risen better than other places. After the foreigners came here in the past two years, they all said that the feng shui here is good.

Is it true that there is feng shui?

Hu Zi just opened his mouth, but Uncle Kun spat fiercely: "Bullshit, when did this God open his eyes? According to feng shui, they are all fooling outsiders. They are afraid that others will not dare to come to this place to do plantations!"

"Uncle, what's the reason for that?"

Uncle Kun squinted his cigarette, and his old eyes suddenly turned red. He said slowly, "Huzi, I tell you, you have to remember it! The reason why the land here is good is that every inch of land here is poured with the blood of our Chinese!"

"Water with blood!" Hu Zi knew that his uncle never told lies, and his hair suddenly stood up, and the whole town was watered with blood. How much does it take... Chinese?

Uncle Kun sat on the leet and smoking a cigarette, allowing tears to slide down his waxy cheeks, but clenched his teeth and did not make a sound.

He still remembers the situation of that year clearly. That day, he fainted with an arrow, and when he woke up, he found that he had been buried in the sea of corpses and blood!

Not to mention, those natives with big knives, spears and bows and arrows brought a team of Chinese compatriots here under the command of the Dutch with live ammunition, and then cut off their heads like killing pigs and dogs!

The blood penetrated into the earth along the broken neck, and the whole town was dyed red!

That doesn't count!

After they cut off their heads, they hung them one by one on each big tree, warning the Chinese to leave the land! That year, the big trees of Borneo were full of withered heads.

That doesn't count!

The worst thing is women. After they were caught, everyone was humiliated. From the young girls to the elders, their bodies were ruined by countless dirty-eyed natives, and then their limbs were cut off. They were tortured to bleed to death in the rampant laughter.

That doesn't count!

Those young children were directly penetrated by spears and regarded as delicious food by the natives, leaving only a skeleton worse than a wild dog!

In that period, Uncle Kun lay on his stomach and hid in the dead, smelled the unbearable smell of corpses and drank the river water full of blood, and finally survived until the natives retreated and lived to this day!

When he walked out of the town, he knew that Lanfang, which was regarded as a good place for overseas, was besieged by locals with big knives and spears behind him and supported by Dutch soldiers. Finally, hundreds of thousands of Chinese were slaughtered as pigs and dogs!

This first republican country in Chinese history suffered the bloodiest and craziest massacre! The wealth they created was plundered!

They ran away, and they fled. Every Chinese living here hoped that the motherland could lend a helping hand, but what they got was cold and silence. When he was in good health and temporarily returned to China, he knew that few people in the Qing Dynasty knew about this matter, as if it was an old story written on yellow paper, just an old story in the mouth of storytelling.

This kind of indifference makes him feel colder than the native's knife. Whenever he talks about the past, the people around him always shake their heads and say that he is talking nonsense.

So he really couldn't stay any longer. He left China again and went to Luzon, the largest gathering place of Chinese in Nanyang, to survive. He struggled hard and worked everywhere to earn a good family business.

But even if he doesn't have to worry about eating and drinking for the rest of his life, he doesn't dare to relax at all. Every day, he is careful and cautious in his words and deeds, as if he were a ground mouse that can only hide in the tunnel and appreciates the wealth he has saved!

Until one day, a Chinese fleet came!

He drove away the Spaniards with cannons and bullets, and dominated Luzon before he suddenly saw the sun!

That day, he laughed and was drunk. He was drunk with many Chinese who lived in the Southern Ocean, because he knew that the Chinese finally had a support from then on. Even if he slept to death, he dared not have anyone to hit the Chinese again!

Later, when he heard about the construction of the military port, he grinned and smiled, and donated 100,000 taels of silver.

Because he knows better than anyone else that he can earn without money, but without that fleet, even if the Chinese are rich, they are rats under the butcher's knife.

Later, he set up a tobacco plantation. He had a small tobacco plantation in Luzon, and dozens of people under him. Finally, when he heard that all parts of Nanyang no longer dared to mess with the Chinese, he quietly returned to Kundian with several surviving friends, returned to the town, and started a bigger one. Plantation.

As more and more new batches of Chinese come out of all over the country, the number of Chinese in Kundian has gradually increased, but compared with those who have just come out in China, he can never forget that painful experience.

Hu Zi sat next to him, his eyes were red, and his fists were pinched and his fingers were white. Only then did he know that the old stories in his uncle's mouth were true. Why did every Chinese who had just come out of the town be warned to be careful of the natives when he came to the small town? Why would everyone rather wait for the arrival of Luzon's laborers who specially helped the harvest? Use those natives outside the town!

These greedy people, who don't cultivate by themselves, only know how to stretch out their hands shamelessly. If they can't hold them, they will rob them and throw them. The natives who kill and rob money at the same time are not worthy to live on this land at all!

"Let's go." After Uncle Kun finished his narration, he was in a much better mood, as if he had become the happy again. Seeing that everyone bowed his head and bowed to the farmer, he patted Huzi's shoulder and just got up. Suddenly, a crisp gunshot in the distance suddenly shocked him.

"What's going on? Who shot again?"

The sound of gunfire shocked the whole town. Countless Chinese rushed out of the fields and plantations. They carried hoes, poles and sickles. They knew that no one could protect their safety here except themselves.

"Uncle Kun, go, fuck, those natives are robbing things again!" A voice shouted from the side.

"The dog said!" Although it happens from time to time for natives to rob things, it is nothing new in Kundian, but the tiger who has just listened to the bitter history, somehow seems to have been cut in his heart, and he grabbed the machete with red eyes and is about to run out.

"Wait a minute." Uncle Kun grabbed him and looked at his young face, but did not stop him. He just took out a revolver from his waist and handed it to him: "Remember, this is the territory created by our Chinese!"

"It's different now and before!"

"Uncle, don't worry!"

"Ban Bang Bang..." As Huzi left, the gunfire outside the town became more and more intense, which made Uncle Kun very worried. After thinking about it, he immediately ran to the escort battalion specially sent by Luzon in the town.

A few minutes later, a radio wave came out of the town and quickly contacted a Xinhua Navy destroyer patrolling off the coast of Kundian.

"Report that there was a robbery five kilometers southeast of Kundian. At present, the local escort is rushing to ask if there can be support." The correspondent's words interrupted Lan Jianshu, who was checking the patrol route. He suddenly raised his head and thought for a while. He rolled up the chart and unfolded the inland waterway map of the Kundian area.

"Where is it?"

"In this position, the average depth of the river here is more than 1.5 meters, and our ship can pass through it completely."

"What are you waiting for!" Lan Jianshu threw away the pen in his hand and quickly rushed to the bridge command post and shouted, "Contact the headquarters immediately to tell them that the Sailfish intercepted the signal of the advance escort and was going to support it."

"Pul the battle alert, all get ready!"

"Dingling...!"

A burst of harsh alarm bells broke the calm of the destroyer. Although the Sailfish had been dismantled from torpedoes and other equipment, changed to a full-time patrol ship, and withdrew from the main force, the reserve sailors on the ship had long been used to this situation. In the blink of an eye, the Sailfish seemed to smell a bloody cheetah. The hair all over the body.

"It's different now than before!"

Looking at the semi-closed turret rotating bow, Lan Jianshu clenched his fist fiercely...

(to be continued)