In Prince Qiong's Mansion, Mr. Lu and His Highness Prince Qiong were reading Zhao Erhu's confession, while Yang Xuan was sitting aside drinking tea in a leisurely manner.
Mr. Lu looked at it and frowned: "Judging from the confession, the Zhao family from Minzhou colluded with pirates and smuggled foreign goods. This crime can be proven true."
His Royal Highness King Qiong nodded: "But based on this, it can be said that the prince was responsible for this matter, and there is no conclusive evidence."
Mr. Lu continued: "Moreover, this matter is very involved. This Zhao family is probably just one of the many links. If this matter is really revealed, the forces involved behind it will probably be unimaginable.
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His Royal Highness King Qiong sighed and said: "If we really want to break up, I'm afraid it will be us who are unlucky first."
Yang Xuan said disapprovingly: "You don't have to be so pessimistic. If this matter is really exposed, we have nothing to do. However, there are several other princes in the court, as well as Prince Ning and Prince Yan. They will definitely use this as an excuse.
If you criticize the prince, I'm afraid there will be a few more thorns in the prince's butt."
"Then according to Mr. Yang's opinion, what should we do?"
"I do think that as long as this matter is handled properly, it will be good for us."
"Oh? I'd like to hear the details."
"We just need to spread the word about Zhao Erhu's arrest."
His Royal Highness Prince Qiong frowned in thought, but Mr. Lu slapped his thigh: "Mr. Yang really has a wonderful trick."
Yang Xuan smiled and nodded: "As long as we don't expose the matter, then if we do something, the prince's side won't interfere too much."
His Royal Highness King Qiong suddenly realized: "As long as the prince knows that we have his handle, it is like having an arrow in our hands on the bow string. As long as we don't shoot it out, the other party will be afraid."
The three of them looked at each other and smiled.
After wiping out the bandits in Qiongshan County, Yang Xuan simply preserved the bandits' cottage. This place has a natural port, a ready-made dock, and even several ships, which Wang Hai can use to station himself.
I had to be sneaky before, but now I can be more relaxed. Of course, from King Qiong's point of view, it is naturally impossible to admit that these bandits and pirates are related to him.
When Yang Xuan came to the cottage, the leader of the cottage had been replaced by Wang Hai. After this period of resettlement, the cottage was already in a decent state.
"How's it going? This place is nice, isn't it? It will be convenient to see your family in the future, and you don't have to wander at sea all day."
When Wang Hai met Yang Xuan, he was naturally respectful, cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Yang, he is the winner of all these things, even though he is thousands of miles away."
"If you don't know how to speak, don't speak. What are you talking about?" Yang Xuan waved his hand: "You have to manage things well from now on. Things at sea will depend on you in the future."
"Don't worry, I've loved running on the sea since I was a child." Wang Hai said: "By the way, sir, I have already taken people to the other two places Yang Erhu mentioned, but this guy is also a poor guy and doesn't have much.
With the money, I brought back a large number of Kunlun slaves, thousands of them."
"Kunlun slaves?" Yang Xuan was surprised. In the TV series he had watched, the Kunlun slaves were all from black people. Only after arriving in the Dasheng Dynasty did he know that the so-called Kunlun refers to the Southeast Asia region, and the Kunlun slaves are from Southeast Asia.
slave.
Real black slaves can only be used by high-ranking officials and nobles.
What surprised Yang Xuan was not the identity of the Kunlun slaves, but the number of people.
Thousands of Kunlun slaves, what a large-scale human trafficking.
Yang Xuan rolled his eyes: "Leave these Kunlun slaves to me and I will mark your merits with you."
Although he hates human trafficking, it is a fait accompli that he does not have to be the savior to save the common people. The development of Qiongzhou Prefecture is in short supply, and these Kunlun slaves can just solve the urgent need.
Since they are slaves, it is only natural to let them work and provide them with food and housing.
Besides, these slaves were all without status in Dasheng, so it was impossible for Yang Xuan to send them back to Southeast Asia.
In the Dasheng Dynasty, everyone had a tooth tag as an identity mark. Those without a tooth tag were refugees. The common way for the government to catch refugees was to pretend to be official slaves and sell them through tooth shops.
Yang Xuan's four former slaves, plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, were bought from a dental shop run by the government.
Since these Kunlun slaves are slaves wherever they go, why not take them for Yang Xuan's own use?
However, such a large number of people cannot be brought back directly, they must be appeased.
Otherwise, such a large group of people would coax them into the woods and look for them somewhere.
"Wang Hai, let me make a fire and cook."
"Cooking?" Wang Hai was stunned: "It's a little early at this point."
"It's getting late. Where are the thousands of people? If we don't prepare early, how can we make it in time?"
"You're still cooking for them?" Wang Hai said in surprise: "It's not too late to cook for them after our own brothers finish eating. Anyway, it's enough to give them one meal a day."
Yang Xuan glared: "What are you talking about? Can you be full after eating one meal a day? Just do as I say."
"Yes yes yes."
Even though Yang Xuan was powerless, Wang Hai was still frightened when he glared at him, and he quickly ordered people to cook.
After the meal was ready, Yang Xuan asked Wang Hai to release all the Kunlun slaves and gathered them in the open space in the village, squatting in a large area.
When he was about to give a speech, he suddenly reacted and glanced at Wang Hai next to him: "Do you have a translator?"
"Yes, yes, yes." Wang Hai was stunned for a moment, then waved to one of his subordinates.
Yang Xuan took a look and found that his subordinate was from Southeast Asia and there was nothing wrong with him.
"Everyone, from now on, I am your master."
The translator Jiliguulu translated everything, but these slaves looked dull and did not react at all. They were probably numb.
"From now on, you work for me and I give you food to eat."
Yang Xuan said, pointing to a row of large iron pots lined up next to them, in which meat porridge was stewed. Most of it was fat meat, which was not crispy. The aroma of fat and meat could be smelled throughout the village.
After the translation, the slaves finally had some expressions and turned their heads to look at the place where the scent came from.
Yang Xuan nodded: "If you are willing to work with me, go over there and line up now. Everyone can have a bowl of hot meat porridge."
The slaves below clearly had their throats twitching, followed by bursts of grunting sounds.
But still no one moved.
Yang Xuan had no choice but to get closer, pointed at a slave in front of him and asked: "Do you want to eat meat porridge?"
After the translation, the dull-looking slave took a while before he nodded.
"If you want to eat, go ahead." Yang Xuan pointed to the iron pot over there.
But the slave's eyes rolled, but he still didn't move.
"Pull him over."
Yang Xuan was anxious. What kind of treatment did these slaves suffer to become like this? He had no choice but to let Wang Hai's men drag the slave over.
After the slave was picked up, he was terrified and struggled desperately, as if he was not pulling him to eat, but was throwing him into a pot to cook. He screamed and howled, which was horrifying to hear.
The other slaves collectively turned sideways and lowered their heads.
When the slave was pulled to the iron pot, Wang Hai personally filled a bowl of meat porridge and stuffed it into his hand. A look of disbelief appeared on the slave's face.
Although he was already swallowing hard, his face was still full of confusion, and the hand holding the spoon was trembling.
"You should eat it."
Wang Hai grabbed the slave's hand and fed him a mouthful.
