Magui, who was far away in Melica, North Asia, had no way to imagine how famous he had become. On the land that spans the sea and the ocean, his name was known to everyone.

In recent years, with the prosperity of publishing and printing in Southeast Asia, it has driven an extraordinary urban culture from south to north. Dozens of down-and-out families raised by the Chen family have tirelessly written one heroic aspirations after another.

These heroes are hard to reach the elegant hall and are not recognized by mainstream culture. However, even if they are in the market, they have seen them, and whether they like to share with others.

"This Ma Gui is so powerful. In such a icy and snowy ghost place, Yu Gong died once, and he can still stand firm. The latest Heroics says that the court has learned their whereabouts and sent a fleet to search. It's amazing - but is Yamelica bigger than us?"

The person who said this was not someone else, but Yang Zhaolong, who was carrying a wine pot and feeding raw meat to a wild dog. He did not read books, nor did he read books. The content of the heroic ambition was all read to him by the Bozhou companion standing next to him, holding the book and reading it to him.

The environment in which Bozhou people landed in Xinming is actually not much better than Yamelica, where Magui landed. This impermanent climate is the other extreme. The harvest of barren land is not good. It was originally possible to reclaim more land, but as the pathfinders sent by Yang Zhaolong went south, the more barren the land became. The end of each river was an endless desert and Gobi.

Even in places where green trees are sloppy, the land is dry and yellow, and there is no green color on the tropical woodlands in the neighboring archipelago in Xinming.

It's fine if it's difficult to reach this place, but there are snakes everywhere. There are super strong masonry rabbits on the road when they come up and fuck them when they see people. They can't beat them with bare hands and empty fists.

But Yang Zhaolong is a little better in Xinming Island, with convenient transportation.

Starting from Yanglaiwan to the northwest, you can reach Tangmin Island in ten days, and reach Sulu on the thirty days, and pirates follow Lin Afeng to harm the west of Malacca. Even the pirates entrenched on Tangmin Island are obediently under Lin Daoqian's subordinates. The seas are sailing very safely, and the prosperous trade routes are more prosperous than the barren land of Melican, North Asia.

The temperature is almost the same throughout the year, which makes Yang Zhaolong miss Middle Earth, which has distinct four seasons.

There were more and more people in Yanglaiwan. At first, it was just a few hundred families in Bozhou brought by Yang Zhaolong. Later, it gathered several small tribes around, so that the number of people under the household reached 3,000. However, those tribes still remained alive with two legs nomadic ways. Occasionally, they walked to Yanglaiwan to rest. Everyone agreed that Yang Zhaolong was the king of this land and worshiped him.

There was no trade relationship, which seemed to be the reason for the lack of enemies. This tribe looked much more friendly than the tribes in the mountains of Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan. When they wandered to Yanglaiwan, they presented the good things they picked up on the way to him, including strange-looking branches, strange-shaped stones, bones for slaughtering animals. Sometimes the furs draped on their bodies seemed hot and simply gave them to Yang Zhaolong.

Yang Zhaolong initially thought that this relationship was an irregular trade, but he always found that the natives here would forget to take away the goods they gave them after the "trade" and had to send someone to chase them and stuff them the things. Only then did he realize that this was a gift.

He never knew where this kind of favor came from. It was not until several local natives learned to speak for more than half a year and could explain Chinese language clearly. Because everyone thought he was very powerful, they led a huge tribe to live in a forest area with water sources, wearing strange clothes, and taming more than a dozen big dogs. Everyone was envious and thought he was a god, so they occasionally came to see if he was dead.

People who can live without nomadicity - this is strange.

During the long-term gifts to each other, Yang Zhaolong understood the feeling of the Emperor of Ming Dynasty for tribute. These strange branches, strange stones, animal bones and fur draped on their bodies were presented to him with kindness, but in fact they were useless.

When Chen Mu sent someone to send Duzhangman to Xinming, the fields they had reclaimed were not enough. On the long coastline, their fleet found green spaces everywhere, but the green spaces could travel from within a short distance of more than ten miles or hundreds of miles long, and it was impossible for them to feed tens of thousands of people.

The first batch of thousands of people were assigned to various valleys and forests along the coast near Yanglai Bay to cultivate and cultivate. They were separated from each other by deserts and could not communicate with each other, occupying a coastline of up to 300 miles.

Some places have forest farms, some places have stone mountains, some places can grow vegetables, some places can hunt, and some places can livestock. Two trade ships sailed back and forth in this sea area, trading with themselves all day long.

Immediately afterwards, Manila sent a large number of animals, which made Yang Zhaolong jump so anxious, "I can't even raise people, can I raise so many animals? My brother-in-law wants to send a lot of animals to him, and his brother-in-law will starve to death here immediately!"

As for the mine Chen Mu asked him to look for, there was still no place. Yang Zhaolong was busy supporting himself and his subordinates for the whole year. In this new continent with magnificent scenery but harsh environment and barren land, they had already struggled to support themselves and were unable to explore inland, and there was no way to start looking for mines.

It took nearly two years to exchange the income of trees, fish and other income cut here with the trade fleet for daily necessities, just to ensure balance of income and expenditure.

Third month after Yang Zhaolong said this, a fleet sent letters from Chen Mu from the north, opening the door to a new world to Yang Zhaolong.

"My brother-in-law just believes that there is a mine, and there are huge numbers. Must find it?"

Yang Zhaolong complained quite annoyedly and ordered the four maids to pack his luggage.

"We need to prepare four sets of clothes. Take out the breastplate and helmet engraved by the Nanyang Military Palace. I want a ship, sword, and sword. I guess I won't use it. Take a dagger to defend myself. I want that Indian pattern."

Several maids packed their clothes, Yang Zhaolong stood in the room and spread his arms open, then closed his eyes and waited for the armor to be worn on his body.

First, the armor skirt made of iron-piece leather was surrounded by a round-neck brocade robe, and a wide cowhide belt with a Nanyang buckle was crossed to the waist with her shoulders. Then the breastplate was closed one by one and one by one on her back. The slightly longer armor piece at the back just covered the back waist, and the front was slightly shorter to reveal two rows of gunpowder cartridges on the belt around her waist.

The throat protection hanging on the chest was also raised and buckled, protecting the neck and chin tightly, and the steel arms on the arms were also tied up. Finally, there was a helmet with a cloth mail curtain.

These martial arts were skillfully worn by the maid on Yang Zhaolong. Then he opened his eyes again, took the dagger handed to his hand, grabbed the rotating wheel flintlock bird gun from the table, one left and one right, and put it around his waist, and picked up the heavy Divine Wood Killing General Gun.
Chapter completed!