The back door of my house can last until the end of the Ming Dynasty

Two of the most powerful empires in the West were dying.

Britain, like France, went to perish in the war.

However, compared with France, Britain suffered the least loss, and this country, which likes to act as a crap stick, is also heading for extinction.

London is currently the most powerful city in the entire UK, not just the capital.

Like Paris in France, when London falls, Britain will also completely disappear.

Zheng Zhilong has spared no effort in the transformation of London. All Western-style buildings here must be completely destroyed, whether it is the palace or the church, they must be completely destroyed, even those ordinary houses must be completely destroyed.

Only in this way can British culture be gradually erased.

Of course, in addition to the architecture, there are also the clothing of these people.

The clothes on them must also change their shape. They cannot wear the British service of this era, and they must be changed into the appearance of Daqin.

Buildings and clothes are the easiest to change, and it takes about a few years. Violence can be used to implement this law.

But the language they use every day is not so easy to change.

It is very difficult to change the language of a country, and it must be achieved through long-term subtle influence.

For Zheng Zhilong, the war is over and victory has been won, but for Sun Jie, everything has just begun.

The situation here in England also spread to Sun Jie in a very short period of time.

It was no surprise to Sun Jie that Zheng Zhilong could win this place. For him, this was nothing more than a normal thing.

With so many powerful weapons, no matter how stupid Zheng Zhilong is, he can take this place down.

Things in Europe have become a foregone conclusion, and it is only a matter of time before these places are won.

Today's America has become one of Sun Jie's colonization priorities.

A large number of people, under the guidance of Sun Jie, went to America to pan for gold.

For a time, there was a gold rush in America.

In fact, the population at the end of the Ming Dynasty has always been quite large, and since Sun Jie became the throne, production has been encouraged, and the population is growing rapidly now.

A large population is the basis for expansion.

Because of Sun Jie's existence, the continuous war was quickly eliminated, and it was still thunderous. It was for this reason that the people hardly suffered a lot of losses.

These extra people are Sun Jie's expansion base.

On the west coast of North America, between Puget Sound and Lake Washington, there is a beautiful city called Seattle.

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The name comes from Seattle, the leader of the Indian tribe who has always lived here.

Because of Sun Jie's existence, Puget Sound and Lake Washington were called Jingfeng Bay and Chang'an Lake by the people of Daqin who took the lead in landing.

The name Seattle also became Fu'an House.

Fu'an means wealth and safety.

The current area of ​​Fu'an Mansion is small, but there are a lot of people who can live here. Because it is close to the coast and goes deep into the mainland, a port was built here.

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The port, at the same time, brings lush commerce here.

A long time ago, Sun Jie lifted the ban on private mining rights, so there are a lot of private mines around Fu'an Prefecture.

These mineral owners only need to pay a part of the tax to the court to legally own a large amount of income.

Profit is always the source of human progress. There are a large number of gold and silver mines, which attract countless people to dream of getting rich overnight.

Because there is no shortage of wood, the buildings here are basically wooden structures.

The reason why cement is not used is because the cost of wood is lower than that of cement, and a house can be erected in three to five days.

Except for some government agencies, the houses of ordinary people are basically made of wood.

Although there is a garrison in Fu'an Mansion, it is an isolated overseas place after all. Of course, the law and order is not as good as in China, and bloody incidents are very common.

Few people who can come out of this era are good stubble.

Zhang Jianglong, a native of Guanzhong, Shaanxi Province, a year ago, owed a huge amount of foreign debt due to business failure, and finally decided to take the risk, boarded a ship bound for America, and ran over to pan for gold.

I have been here for a long time, and I have long become a loach-like character.

Sitting in a tavern facing the street, he wears a felt hat with a tall brim on his head, somewhat similar to Fan Yangli, but also has the taste of a cowboy hat.

This is a kind of hat that belongs to Fu'an Prefecture. There is plenty of sunshine and heavy wind and rain here, so this kind of hard-brimmed hat is the most suitable.

A black powder revolver was slung at his waist, and a cigarette hung from his ear.

After drinking, he took out a few copper coins from his body, slapped them on the table, greeted the waiter, and walked out of the tavern.

"I just wanted to find you, but I didn't expect to meet you here!"

A brawny man approached him, speaking Cantonese, but the Cantonese tinged with the dialects of other provinces.

There are people here from all over the world. After spending time together for a long time, they will naturally bring other flavors.

Zhang Jianglong said: "Zhao Bin, what's the matter? Is there something to get rich?"

Zhang Bin held a thick handmade cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and said, "Dalong, the Daxing Commercial Bank issued a reward order, saying that it would give five silver dollars to an aborigine. We have been caught a lot, but if we go further east, we will definitely find more, these natives are idiots, this is a chance to make money, are you going?!"

The expansion of capital and the establishment of colonies have never been pleasant, never laughing, and under the interests, there are countless bones and blood.

Those merchants who came over to mine and hired domestic people cost five silver dollars a month. If they bought indigenous people as labor, the cost would be infinitely reduced. Except for the purchase, there would be almost no cost for later use.

Once these workers enter the mine, there is only endless labor and death waiting for them.

These mineral owners will not entertain them with good food and drink.

These workers are durable and obedient, and are highly sought after by these businessmen.

Where there is buying and selling, there is killing.

As a result, Fu'an Prefecture spawned many bounty hunters who made a living by hunting indigenous people.

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The government doesn't care about the life and death of these natives, as long as they are not the people of Daqin, it doesn't matter to them whether they die or not.

The world is like this, and the law of the jungle is like this.

You can't blame others, you can only blame your own nation and tribe for their incompetence.

Zhang Jianglong and Zhao Bin are bounty hunters.

Zhang Jianglong took off the handmade cigarette from his ear, lit it with a clumsy kerosene lighter, and took a deep breath.

"It seems that the business is not bad, I did it!"

Zhang Jianglong said with a smile.

"Haha, good!" Zhao Bin readily agreed.

Two days later, Zhang Jianglong and Zhao Bin rode out of Fu'an Mansion.

The two have four horses, two for riding and two for pulling supplies.

There are a few cement kilns outside the city, but that's about it.

The sun was high in the sky, and Zhang Jiangbin was holding a guitar and singing rough Shaanxi folk songs.

This instrument from the West was brought back by Zheng Zhilong.It is easy to use and low in cost, so it quickly became popular.

Compared with guzheng, guqin, and pipa, the manufacturing cost of guitar is indeed very low, and it is also extremely easy to play.

Sun Jie doesn't think it's a cultural invasion, it's just a musical instrument, what can it represent?
Suona is not a traditional musical instrument, it was passed down from Central Asia after the opening of the Silk Road.

Zhang Jianglong's voice was rough and wild, and none of the folk songs he sang were in tune, and Zhao Bin echoed a few words from time to time.

The two of them were wearing worn out sheepskin jackets, which were of no shape, with two holes dug out in one piece of skin.

Except for the Han faces of the two of them, they look like western cowboys.In fact, they could also be called cowboys, but oriental cowboys.

The land of North America, the guitars of the West, and the folk songs of Shaanxi, these weird symbols have unexpectedly gathered into a harmonious picture.

After walking for two days, the two of them came to a small town called Sanlishan.

The reason for this name is because there is a hill with a radius of three miles nearby.

The town is small, and there are not many residents in it. The people who can come here are basically bounty hunters.

There are some merchants in the town who are doing bounty hunter business, selling some alcohol or gunpowder and ammunition.

After resting in the town for one night, we embarked on the journey again the next day.

The two of them rode on the plain, their faces glowing with excitement.

Zhao Bin looked at Zhang Jianglong who was walking beside him, and asked with a smile, "When do you plan to go back?!"

"Go back? I don't want to go back, what do I do when I go back? I'm comfortable here, what do I do when I go back? I have an older brother in my family who takes care of my parents. What do I do when I go back? At home, I'm just a famous prodigal son. It will only be hated.

And here, I'm a well-known bounty hunter.I already like this kind of life. In the future, I will probably build a small house here, buy a large piece of land, grow some food, and marry a wife. "Zhang Jianglong said with a smile.

"The land here is really cheap, and I will buy some land at that time, and then marry a wife and have children." Zhao Bin also said the same.

"Yeah, when the time comes, we'll catch some natives and come here, and let's live the chic life of landlords!" Zhang Jianglong laughed.

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"Whoosh!"

Just as he was talking happily, a sound broke through the air.

Zhang Jianglong's child's hole shrank, and then he hurriedly bent over the horse's back.

An arrow missed and passed by his scalp, knocking off the hat on his head.

Zhao Bin, who was next to him, hurriedly grabbed the reins of the horse in his hand, forcing the horse to stop, and at the same time took out the cardboard ammunition flintlock hanging on the horse's back.

"Hahaha, finally met, I'm going to get rich now!"

Zhang Jianglong shouted excitedly without his hat, his eyes were full of excitement.

He was not angry because he just passed by the god of death, but shouted excitedly.

In modern society, those hateful Western capitalists say that the East has never had real adventurers, and they spare no effort to discredit the East on this matter.

In fact, if the East were put in their place, they would have done a lot better than them.

Just like Zhang Jianglong now, at this time he is a very pure person, a person purely for profit.

He wasn't scared because he almost died. For him, danger often comes with huge benefits.

Someone shoots him with a bow and arrow, so there may be a tribe of indigenous people ahead.

He only needs to bring back ten of them, then he can earn fifty silver dollars of Li Lan, which costs nothing, he only needs to pay some black powder, or time.

His time was cheap, and black powder was cheap.

He quickly took off his flintlock paper shell ammunition gun from the horseback, reloaded the bullets quickly, and then aimed forward.

In the distance, there is a not-so-dense bush, and there are constant noises in the bush. Don't think about it, there must be indigenous people hidden in it.

"Peng!"

Without saying a word, he fired a shot at the bushes over there.

The smoke filled the air, and the bullets shot into the bushes.

There was a scream, and Zhang Jianglong smiled.

He jumped off his horse and, together with Zhao Bin, slowly approached there with a flintlock gun in hand.

His eyes were fixed on the front, and his breathing was suppressed extremely slowly.

Bounty hunters are not so easy to be. Although the weapons and equipment of these indigenous people are not as good as theirs, the bows and arrows in their hands are very accurate. In addition, those indigenous people have an advantage in numbers. Sometimes bounty hunters not only cannot become hunters , but will become prey.

Zhang Jianglong has seen bounty hunters with overturned cars more than once, and he has faced death threats several times, so at this time he did not panic, but became calmer.

If you want to obtain the huge Lilan, then you must ensure the survival of those indigenous people.

While ensuring your own safety, you can't kill aimlessly. This is the biggest difficulty.

A few indigenous people with bows and arrows suddenly jumped out from the bushes in front of them. They wore feathers on their heads and covered their crotch with leaves. The bows and arrows in their hands shot towards Zhang Jianglong and the others.

Zhang Jianglong's eyes were wide open, his body was like a cunning rabbit, he kept rolling on the ground, dodging their bows and arrows.

"These strong men are in good health. If they are taken back, they may be sold for several silver dollars, and they will definitely not be sold if there are eight silver dollars missing!"

Zhang Jianglong thought of this, looked at Zhao Bin not far away, and shouted:

"Come and cover me, remember, don't kill them!"

"Don't worry, I will never beat them to death!" Zhao Bin shouted.

Zhang Jianglong nodded, and then blew a whistle.

His war horse came to him quickly, turned on the horse, and put the flintlock in his hand into the holster on the horse's back.

He untied the rope on the horse's back, held the rein with his left hand, leaned against the horse's back, and waved the rope high with his right hand.

The war horse was fast and rushed towards the few natives in front.

These aborigines are like Zhang Jianglong shooting arrows with their bows and arrows. As Zhang Jianglong's good partner, Zhao Bin fired a shot at the ground in front of these aborigines without saying a word.

The bullet hit the ground, and the flying dust covered their eyes. Taking this opportunity, Zhang Jianglong threw out the rope in his hand.

It was accurately put on one of the aboriginal people, and the rope was directly put on the waist of the aborigine. With a sudden force, the aborigine was pulled and fell to the ground.

Zhang Jiang's longan lighted up, and he laughed loudly.

The back door of my house can last until the end of the Ming Dynasty