On the table is a map, a large map of Asia.

The top of this map is the Heishui Martell Islands, and further north is a dotted line that outlines the sea leading to the Arctic. The mark on it is the route identified by Zhao Yongxian, the magistrate of Macheng in the sixth year of Wanli.

Half of the whole picture is almost unnecessary to see, and it is useless to see it. It is all blank. Only the narrow area of ​​the central New World has multiple data comparisons from the two countries of Ming and Western countries. Even so, the map of the West Indies is still doubtful.

Chen Mu always suspected that Spain gave him several fake maps through different channels to prevent him from being involved in the West Indies, which made the Eastern Military Office now have seven or eight different maps of the West Indies, and they didn't know which one was the real one.

But now there is only doubt in this picture. After all, Li Dan and Chen Jiujing have both passed away. The fleet is collecting the warranty. No, the fleet is expelling the pirates while surveying the map.

As for the lower half of the picture, it is almost the same as the upper half, and it is all blank. It is far less precise than the middle. It can also use different colors to draw out the height difference and rough vegetation terrain and roads. After all, although there are Mongolian horse teams in the north who are following Magui, the intelligence will inevitably lag behind for a year and a half.

The south is clearer on the map than the north, but it is not accurate enough, and it is divided into large chunks of land, such as Peru in controlled Spain, Central and Northern Chile in the Ming Dynasty, Southern Chile in the Aboriginal people, and Argentina in Spain are particularly clear.

However, they are only part of them, some of them, such as the desert that Shao Tingda is exploring now. No one knows how big it is. Just use the dotted line to roughly draw the direction for reference only.

Chen Mu was undoubtedly full of pride when he looked at this map. It is obvious that this constantly updated "Wanli Asia Map" is a culmination of the geography of the Oriental Military Office.

After obtaining the information archived by the Spanish in Panama, the indigenous people were not as good as they knew the whole picture of the entire continent, and the Spanish were not as good as they knew the northern and northern inlands of the New World.

Chen Mu can even proudly say: They are the people in this world who know the New World best.

But Chen Mu had a question in his mind and wanted to ask Zhao Shizhen. He whispered: "Changji, I asked you to get the information. What information do you want to get?"

"What I want is information about Brazil. You put it on the table and there is everything. There is even a Mashuai hidden cannon hole on it. But what about Brazil - come back for me!"

When Chen Mu asked this, Zhao Shizhen was already swaying his sleeves behind his back and jumping to the threshold of the side hall. When he heard Chen Mu's shouting, he stopped and moved back step by step with dejected expression, spread his hands and said, "Master, this is all we have about Brazil - no information."

"We don't know how big Brazil is, what the mahogany looks like, how many indigenous people there are, how many rivers there are, and the terrain of the Panama Spaniards have no record of that."

Chen Mu's brows gradually frowned: "No, why are you doing these things?"

"Master Da wants it, so I brought it to Dashan Dashan's 'no'."

Zhao Shizhen was serious. Chen Mu looked at him for a while and was not angry. Finally, he shook his head helplessly and sighed.

"I always thought that there was only one lunatic at the General Secretary's Office."

Unexpectedly, there was a fool.

Zhao Shizhen turned his head and ignored the second half of the sarcasm that Chen Mu didn't say. He felt that Chen Mu was not very smart. Even though he knew that it was a piece of land that no one had ever contacted, he asked the civil servants of the military palace to search the Waterproof Pavilion.

Now, after searching, I took it for you without a single one, and you were angry again.

Chen Mu ignored Zhao Shizhen's little troubles. He scratched his head at the map and said with his hips: "In this case, do you really have to send someone to explore the place yourself? No, it's better to stand on someone else's shoulder first."

"I'll find a way to buy Brazilian merchants, buy a few maps and mark the roads and rivers, and then wait for the Brazilian Governor to reply to the next step, but I know this place."

Chen Mu's hand moved down from the map where Brazil was located, pointing to it, "Argentina, this should be called the Pampas grassland, there should be many cows. Mr. Zhao, you are a little resentful recently. It's not good to work with emotions. I'll give you a vacation, right?"

Zhao Shizhen was listening to Chen Mu's "prophecy" when he suddenly heard Chen Mu touching his emotions, which made him suddenly alert. He narrowed his eyes and noticed a trace of ominous aura. He shook his head decisively: "The general is too worried. The students have no resentment, no emotions, no fatigue, no need to take a holiday."

Chen Mu didn't care about this at all and talked to himself: "Go here to eat beef, decorate saltpeter, let's design an ice boat, and then you go to Panama first and ask General Deng to send you a fleet of guards to come here to buy beef from the Spanish, and bring me a piece back."

Zhao Shizhen no longer knows where the problem in Chen Mu's words should be caused. Should I buy beef from thousands of miles away, or should I bring a piece of beef to Chen Mu and launch a fleet of six warships plus at least one lucky ship with a scale of nearly a thousand people?

"Just, just a piece of beef?" Zhao Shizhen carefully approached this side, stretched out a finger from his big sleeve, pointed at Majiagang, northern and said, "That's not too far away. It doesn't affect the dignity of that piece of beef, just a lucky boat."

"But the equator is south. I don't want that piece of beef, I want you to bring a piece of beef across the equator. If this piece of beef is not broken, you will be the first person in the world to deliver food to the other side of the equator on a refrigerated boat. Isn't that amazing?"

"So amazing!"

Zhao Shizhen's tone was quite good, but he drooped his eyes and spoke without any thoughts: "Master, please just talk about what happened before I was born. What's the point of us?"

Suddenly, Chen Mu really didn't expect it.

It’s not because it’s really the first, but because Chen Mu is ignorant - that’s what Chen Mu thinks, because he still didn’t expect it.

"You won, the half-year tour of Argentina belongs to you."

Zhao Shizhen was not stubborn because he knew it was useless to be stubborn. He accepted this reality very smoothly and said, "Then let me bring more salt. At least I buy a few more cows and bring a piece of meat back, thanks!"

"You bring me a few cows back and it's really a loss. Make a teacup of ice with five liang of tin. It's at least one pound of beef. One pound is enough for an hour. Do you want to freeze me a few cows? It's enough to fight a war. Do you think it's an ice wall? It's comfortable to cool down a little?"

Chen Mu actually didn't know why this idea came out of his mind. He just thought he wanted to try it. It just so happened that Zhao Shizhen was a little annoyed recently and asked him to float on the sea for a few months to wake up.

In fact, what he really wants to make is a freezer, but what can be used to refrigerate? He doesn't know.
Chapter completed!