Chapter 580 What? Someone in Java wants to Tu Hua?
The rainy season in Johor has just passed, and white water vapor is steaming on the red clay official road.
Xue Youyi, Xue Youli's father, and the rich Singaporean Chinese businessman Xue Rongyue's carriage ran through the bumpy mud road. Moore took off his sweat-soaked bowler hat and looked at the clear scene on both sides of the road. The rice fields on the left were lush in the rice fields, and the farmers wearing straw hats were working with short-barrel flintlock guns; the weeds on the right were surfing the fence, and in front of the dilapidated thatched hut, several Malay children were beating them with wooden sticks.
"There is the Chinese farm on the left, and the Malays on the right." Xue Rongyue lifted the curtain with a civilized stick. The Singaporean overseas Chinese leader wore a thin white suit customized by a Singaporean tailor, a Western-style sun hat, but the real-time brass emblem on his chest. "The same person has ten acres of land, and the Chinese can build a tiled house and marry a wife for three years, but the Malays have even difficulty in making a living...:::
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Friedrich recorded Xue Rongyue's words in his notebook, and suddenly he paused his pen. He noticed that there were scaled bamboo poles standing beside the Chinese field, and there were clay pots buried under each bamboo pole, "Those jars are...::::
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"The rainfall measurement," said Xue Rongyue. "The Farmers Association invited European agricultural experts to find out the rainfall and soil fertility in various parts of the South China Sea, so as to prepare the most reasonable "Planning for Planting". In this way, the newly-coming Chinese immigrants,
Just study at the Farmers Association for a few weeks and you can plant the land of Southeast Asia.”
"Where are the Malays?" Moore asked, "Can they get the "Growing Essence"?"
"Of course," Xue Rongyue smiled, "If they want it?"
Bai Siwen smiled and said, "What are they going to do? Are they literate?"
Xue Rongyue shrugged: "You can learn to illiterate. Most Chinese people who come across the ocean cannot read. The Farmers' Association has organized a literacy class. The priests of the True Job Sect will teach them to recognize words, and Malays can also go to the True Job Sect's literacy classes and primary schools." He pointed to the children playing in the Malay village, "Chinese children of this age, regardless of gender,
At this time, we are all studying in the school in the town!”
Bai Siwen laughed: "Mr. Xue is kidding? Who in the world likes reading like Chinese?" He turned his head to Friedrich who was recording, and said, "Everyone knows that those Malays are not as hardworking and capable as Chinese... Otherwise, why would the British and Dutch allow Chinese to come across the ocean?
In Nanyang, land, minerals, ports, shops, factories and other means of production would not create any value without Chinese people!”
"In South Asia, the gap between people is far greater than in Europe..." Friedrich wrote in his notebook.
When the carriage drove into Shuangxi Baha Town, the blacksmith shop on the street was quenching the newly cast mountain-splitting gun barrel. The guy who was wearing short-striking hammers and hit the iron farm tools that had not yet been completed. Blood-red slogans were painted on the white and gray walls on both sides of the shop door: "We need both farm tools and guns and cannons."
The sound of reading was heard in the primary school in the town, but the "Three Character Classic" and "Thousand Character Classic" were read.
"Stop!" Xue Rongyue suddenly hit the roof of the taxi. He pointed to two villages outside the town that were across the river: blue brick houses on the east bank lined up, and sacks were piled up; thatched huts on the west bank were crooked like drunkards, and rags were floating on the clothesline.
The civilized rod of the overseas Chinese leader poked into the mud: "To the east is Chenjia Village, and they are all from southern Fujian. One thousand,500 acres of paddy fields feed 50 families, and every family has enough food to eat for a year. In the west, seven people starved to death last year, and eighteen families sold the land! At most three years, Chenjia Village will swallow Malay Village...."
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Moore looked along the tip of his stick and saw only rusty plowshares on the river beach. Several young Malay men squatted on the shore to sharpen their hatchets. They looked at the guns carried by the farmers in Chenjia Village opposite, and had to crawl into the woods with their knives.
At this moment, three gusts of smoke suddenly rose at the foot of the northern mountain. Xue Rongyue's face suddenly changed: "It's Huangjia Village, eighteen miles away, and the Malays incited by the Johor Sultan were rushed!"
The wolf smoke came together, and the bells of the church in the town rang out immediately, "Dangdang" and this is the command!
The small merchants and craftsmen in the town all put down their work, took out some brown bass guns smuggled from India, and ran to the open space in front of the Zhenyousai Church to gather.
The primary school principal in the town, a mixed-race woman with British nationality in her thirties, also ran out with the Bible. She is a believer of the Anglican clan and can report the "truth" of the conflict to the protector of the Sultan of Johor and the British Straits colony from a fair and neutral standpoint!
In Singapore City, a blonde and blue-eyed British lawyer complained to Chinese immigrants.:::,
At this time, the sound of suona sounds came one after another between the ridges outside the town, so sharp that it could pierce the eardrums.
"Search the guy!"
"Go to the glutinous rice field to gather!"
The farmers who were working also put down their farm work and rushed to the meeting place that had been prescribed. They were carrying foreign guns on their shoulders and could enter the battle at any time!
"Last month, a farmer's association was attacked in Kelantan," saw the Chinese brothers quickly completed the assembly and drove towards Huangjia Village, Xue Rongyue said proudly, "Hundreds of Malay mobs killed seven Chinese people, but three days later, the crusaders of the Zhenyou Sect burned all their six villages." He suddenly smiled strangely, "Now, the Malay Sultans in Johor dare not collect taxes from the Zhenyou Sect's villages."
The militia in Chenjia Village had just left for a while, and Bai Siwen suddenly shouted: "Look at the West Bank!"
A shout suddenly broke out on the other side of the river. Dozens of men with headscarves rushed out of the Malay village on the west bank and rushed towards the stone bridge with machetes. But as soon as they stepped on the bridge board, seven or eight muzzle flames flashed out from a bamboo forest on the other side. The lead bullets beat the leading people to the back and into the river!
"Crossing the bridge in a queuing line!" A peasant association leader wearing a straw hat rushed out of the bamboo forest and waved the order flag.
A team of Chinese militiamen drove out of the bamboo forest. Several people walking in front held brown basins and finished the "House Body", while those who followed behind shot the escaped attacker with guns.
A young Malay man just raised his hatchet and his chest exploded with a blood hole as big as a bowl of mouth!
Xue Rongyue laughed and said, "I want to lead our people away and then attack them... I don't have the qualifications to play military tactics with us!"
When dusk fell, the smoke of wolfs and gunpowder in the north had dissipated. Three ox carts drove over, filled with seized machetes and earth-making fire. Xue Rongyue lit a cigar: "It seems that the Sultan of Johor is going to throw away several more villages!"
On the carriage on the return trip, Friedrich flipped his notebook and began to record what he saw today. Finally, he added a comment: "The productivity of capitalism will always become combat power...
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As the carriage Moore and his group were riding over Singapore's stone slab streets, there seemed to be a disturbing smell of gunpowder in the air. The Chinese shops in Chinatown blocks rarely closed early, and the guys were strengthening the doors and windows with wooden strips. A team of British infantry wearing pointed helmets ran by, and everyone's rifles were covered with bright bayonets. This was a rare martial law scene in the Straits colonies.
"The Governor's Office was martial law half an hour ago," Xue Rongyue whispered a few words to a Chinese businessman and knew what was going on. "The informant at the dock said that the Dutch warship "Javal" was adding coal. It seemed that the big man from Batavia had arrived!"
Friedrich asked: "The great men of the Dutch East India don't need martial law when they come, right? Could it be...
Xue Rongyue snorted coldly: "The Dutch's hands were covered with Chinese blood...:::.The British were afraid that the assassins of the real-time appointment to attack the Dutch's black gun!"
Bai Siwen laughed: "Okay, it's going to be messed up, there's a good show!" He glanced at Xue Rongyue who glared at him, "Editor Wei must be looking forward to fighting early, right?"
The teak table in the Governor's Office meeting room was spread out on the map of the South China Sea, and the kerosene lamps made the shadow of Dutch Governor Charles Ferdinand Pahud.
The red-faced Friesian, with a grey beard of Napoleon III, and his fingers were as thick as sausages, poking heavily at Java: "Wei Jun's farmer association annexed twelve plantations outside Batavia within three months. Even the white officials in the customs of Jakarta Port were bribed by him with women and gold! I don't know how many arms have been smuggled into Java these days!"
Edmund Brandel, the governor of the Straits colony, held a silver-plated pipe and spoke a typical London civil servant's speech: "But the 1841 English-Dutch Treaty stipulated that we should not interfere with the other party's territory...\n.\n.\n.\n.\n.\n.\n
"Then change the treaty!" Pahud shouted, "If we don't fight this battle, you have to fight. If we lose, Wei Jun's next one to annex is the Straits Colony!"
Governor Brandel looked embarrassed: "We have just signed a thirty-year treaty of friendship with the Chinese. Moreover, the more Chinese people in the Straits colonies and Malaya, the more prosperous the economy and the more taxes the colonial authorities have. Without Chinese...\n.\n.\n.\n.\n.\n.\n.\n.\n, we can't stay!"
Pahud's face turned pale: "As long as the Royal Navy blocks the sea route and prevents the Lanfang army from heading south from Borneo, we can copy the 1740 Red Creek Cleaning in Java!"
Major General William Sterling, the commander of the British army in the corner, suddenly sneered. The short and sturdy Scotch man wore a black eye mask on his left eye and a cigar in his mouth: "Is it really possible? More than a month ago, Shi Dakai, the wing king of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, just led his troops to capture the Russian Sevastopol Fortress!"
Pahud's face looked even more ugly, and his fists were clenched tightly: "No matter what, we must defend the Dutch East India... This is our most valuable colony in the Netherlands! We don't have as many colonies as your empire that you can see the Shanghai Strait colony. And, please note that south of the Dutch East India is your Australian colony!"
Hearing this, Edmund Brandall and Major General William Sterling's faces changed.
Brandel said: "Britain cannot be directly involved in the conflict on Java!"
Chapter completed!