Don’t say we are trying to cheat you, this is helping you. From now on, the merchant ships of the Song Dynasty came every year, and they were packed with exquisite porcelain, silk, tea, magic oil, and sugar. They were all stopped here to do business. You can think about whether it is cost-effective or not. If you think about it slowly, I won’t urge you to lend you the dock first. The time is to punish the Arabs. After punishing the main culprit, it will be the turn to cooperate. Then you will listen to your final reply.

How to punish? Tianhuo! Among the 177 prisoners, more than 50 black slaves, the fat Chinese translator and his brother were eliminated. The remaining 120 people were transported from the ship to the port. They were shot to death in front of the prince in rows, and the bodies were piled into three piles, poured with whale oil and burned.

At this time, the fat black man was already limp. The land was given! Contract, sign! Work and work to help build any warehouse. Anyway, you can agree to whatever you say.

After all the troubles were over, Hong Tao was still worried. He remembered a way to consolidate his supply points, which was to marry Prince Taba. This trick seemed to be used frequently in ancient times and was quite effective. Since we came to ancient times, we had to follow the customs of this era. If we want to marry a Ceylon princess, we must be the prince's daughter, and don't make me a slave to pretend! How to confirm whether this is a relative or not? Let Carl take people to the palace and know it. Which young girl has many servants, many gold and jewelry on her body, and she lives in a good house, which one is his daughter. As a result, Carl captured five or six, and there were indeed the prince's daughter and the prince's wife and concubines.

"Uncle... I don't want to marry her..." Looking at the dark and short little girl in front of me, Bo Jiao looked at Hong Tao with a pleading look. It's not Hong Tao's own marriage, but he handed over the glorious task of marrying Bo Jiao.

"Bah! He's a princess, you're a poor fishing boy. Why are you not happy? Your grandfather is not here. I'll make the decision. The wedding will be held immediately. The betrothal gift is five cans of sugar! The silly boy. He didn't say he wanted to take you home. You just need to stay here for a while. When I come back, I'll send someone to replace you. I won't care whether you're happy or not. When you return to Jinhewan, you can still marry a girl from the Dan family. Do you understand? Whether our company can grow and grow in the future depends on you!" After Hong Tao's scare, temptation, and persuasion of righteousness, Bo Jiao bit his back teeth and went to the execution ground to marry the Princess Ceylon on the dock, turning himself into Prince Taba's son-in-law.

Concession! The first concession of Jinhe Marine Resources Management Co., Ltd. was born in Kabaran Port in Ceylon. In order to support the Ceylon Prince, who had just become Bo Jiao's father-in-law, and to prevent the passing Arab fleet from causing trouble, Hong Tao simply left the Zhenzhou at Kabaran Port. On the one hand, he was watching the construction of the concession, and on the other hand, he had to take care of the more than 50 black slaves. However, Hong Tao specifically instructed Bo Jiao one thing, that is, the Zhenzhou cannot be docked in the port, and sent several crew members to watch the slaves work ashore. The rest of the people and ships must be parked outside the port, and the anchorage must be replaced every night, and the lights are controlled on the ship to prevent sneak attacks by people touching them.

Hong Tao didn't believe in any prince consort or contract. These things were just for outsiders, and what really worked was his own strength. Now he didn't have much military force to consolidate this supply point. He could only rely on these things to comfort the Prince of Ceylon first. When he returned to the Song Dynasty from the Arabian Sea, he would soon bring a group of Da Song merchants like wolves and tigers. At that time, the Kabaran Port would not be the king of Ceylon. It would become a permanent stronghold for Jinhe Ocean Resource Management Co., Ltd. and the Da Song Maritime Merchant. Not only did he have to build warehouses, but he also had to build forts and shipyards, and he had to immigrate here in large numbers. With this stronghold, he could tightly pin the Arabs' sea route to the east, not that he would not allow them to go to Southeast Asia and the Song Dynasty to do business. But how to do this business has to be decided by himself.

The fleet only stayed in Kabaran Port for two days. Hong Tao set sail again with the remaining three sailboats. This time the course was not the west but the northwest. The fleet walked along the west side of the Indian Peninsula. While walking and exploring, they passed by five or six countries, various Bharats and various tiles. If it weren't for the Arab translator, Hong Tao wouldn't have figured out why there were so many countries on the Indian Peninsula. And they believed in one religion, from Islam to Hinduism to Buddhism, and they believed in everything. Sometimes the religions believed in the two ports in the same country were different.

"Are you from here?" Since leaving Kabaran Port, Hong Tao has been hiding in the captain's room with the fat Arabian man all day long. He is asking about the secrets of the Arab world. Knowing yourself and your enemy, you can win every battle. Hong Tao knows nothing about the Arab region in the thirteenth century, so you must ask clearly, at least you should know which countries you have to succeed.

The guy who claimed to be Gamar Abdul Duwad Abdul Matini weighed 200 pounds, but he was only the size of a needle tip. The first person to take the initiative to admit that he could speak Chinese was him. Not only did he admit it, he also exposed his four companions, including his younger brother. Hong Tao has always been generous to the timid people. Not only did he forgive his crimes, but he also kept his brother's life and locked up in this ship. Every word he said, Hong Tao would ask his brother again to see if there was any lie.

"Miska! Here..." Matini stretched out his little carol-like finger and pointed tremblingly at the south bank of the entrance to the Gulf of Oman. This chart was drawn by the Arabs, and like the charts in the Song Dynasty, they were all out of shape, but generally they could see where they were. However, Hong Tao did not understand Arabic and could not understand Arabic words.

"Oh, you are from Oman, and it is called Misca? What does it mean?" Hong Tao probably knows the hometown of Metini. This port should be called Muscat, and it is the capital of Oman.

"Dear adults, it's spice..." Metini tried her best to control his facial muscles and let them try to squeeze out a bright smile. Every time he saw Hong Tao's thin eyes, his heart would tremble involuntarily. More than a hundred people were killed and burned! Every night, Metini would insomnia, and when he closed his eyes, he would dream that Hong Tao was pouring magical oil on his head.

"Does your hometown produce war horses? If there is no tall war horse, we can only go to Baghdad. Who occupied Baghdad now?" Hong Tao knew that this fat man was afraid of him. What he wanted was this effect. If he was not afraid of others, he would be bullied. These Arabs will never become their own allies and interests. They can only use one word to kill them!

"Dear lord, your wisdom is like the stars in the sky, and your mind is like the vast sea. Please allow your faithful servant to give a small suggestion..." When Matini heard Hong Tao say he was going to Baghdad, he knelt on the ground as soon as his legs were weak, holding Hong Tao's legs and playing with his life to praise him.

"You have been in the Song Dynasty for many years. I guess you have your family in Guangzhou and Quanzhou, right? Why haven't you learned the rules of the Song Dynasty? Don't speak so much, don't have so many adjectives. Just say it directly. I'm so anxious. If you always stretch it like this, I'm not afraid that I'll order you too?" Hong Tao bounced his legs and arched the fat man with a smell of smell. He couldn't kick it, which was too heavy.

"Yes, yes, yes! Baghdad cannot go. Now there is a war. The Turks in the north are attacking south!" Matini quickly let go of Hong Tao's legs, kneeled on the carpet in a regular manner, and swearing to Hong Tao that he was telling the truth.

"The Turks have all come here!" Hong Tao was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the Mongols had already reached the Persian Gulf. The ancient Turks were Mongolians, and they were Mongolian tribes that moved westward. In later generations, they all participated in the seeds and believed in Islam, but they had not yet in the thirteenth century.

"If you don't go to Baghdad, do Miska have war horses? I not only need war horses, but also slaves who can raise war horses. Can you help me get it?" Hong Tao didn't even want to go to Baghdad. It was not a port city. He couldn't abandon the ship and go ashore. He took more than 200 people and killed the capital of the Arabs. This just let Metini know that he is not a stick, and he also knows the things in the Arab world. Don't expect to miss yourself like other Song people.

"Yes, yes, yes! The Bedouin people have war horses, and many war horses, I can go and exchange them...but my goods were sunk by the adults..." The fat man's face was already sweating. For some reason, he was so afraid of going to Baghdad, but he had not lost his essence as a profiteer, and his life was almost gone, so he dared to make a condition with Hong Tao.

"Try this... and eat it. This is not a poison. I want to kill you and you need to poison it!" Hong Tao picked up a can of sugar on the table and handed it to Matini, but the fat man had a bitter face and dared not eat it.

"...saccharide...white candy!" After being forced, Matini had to pinch a little and put it in his mouth, and then immediately stopped bitterly. He clattered his mouth, pinched more and put it in his mouth, and then smiled at Hong Tao. It seems that there is a reason why he is so fat, foodies! People always treat death as if he is home, but he is not as good as if he is home.

"Does your country have sugar?" Hong Tao felt much more at ease when he saw Matini's surprised expression. It seemed that white sugar was not only not available in the Song Dynasty, but also in the Arabs. Although there was also something called frosting in the Song Dynasty, it was not white sugar, but yellow sugar, which was lighter than brown sugar, but far from white. The literati of the Song Dynasty liked exaggerated recording techniques. They could say that a whale could be said to be a thousand miles long, so it was easy to understand to use the word frosting to describe yellow sugar. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!