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Chapter 382 Regrets of the Age of Exploration
Chapter 382 Regrets of the Age of Exploration
Wang Wenzhou sneered, "Xiao Gun, you're really trusting. You're letting me take care of your sister-in-law? Are you really okay with that?"
"Brother, what do you think about how to transport the grain into Liaodong?" Dorgon blushed and quickly changed the subject.
Wang Wenzhou thought for a moment and then said, "Xiao Gun, I'm a penniless wretch now. My money has all been squandered by my spendthrift wife."
“Brother, how can I let you spend money? I’ll pay for it!” Wang Wenzhou gave Dorgon six million taels of silver, and Dorgon was very wealthy.
“Zhu Youjian is planning to send me to the Northwest to supervise the army. I’m afraid those bastards from the Donglin Party will plot against me, so you have to give me 1000 elite female cavalry,” Wang Wenzhou said.
During the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, the Manchu cavalry was undoubtedly the most powerful army in the world. The key issue was that they all wore long, distinctive pigtails, making them easily recognizable. Therefore, Wang Wenzhou had to have Dorgon send female soldiers. Of course, he also wanted to have some time to sleep in.
Dorgon shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Don't worry, my brother, I will definitely send a thousand elite soldiers to protect your safety. They will all be the big-breasted beauties you like."
"Haha!" Wang Wenzhou laughed loudly, "Little Gun, it seems you've done your homework! You even know what kind of beautiful girls I like."
"How will the grain be transported into Liaodong?" Dorgon asked.
Wang Wenzhou said with a smile, "That's easy! Perfect timing, I'm out of money and want to earn some, so I'll include you in the calculation."
"Huh?" Dorgon frowned. Wang Wenzhou's words were too abrupt, and he didn't understand what Wang Wenzhou meant at all.
Wang Wenzhou instructed, "Xiaoqiang, go and get the map."
Wang Qiang spread out the map.
Wang Wenzhou pointed to the map and said, "Little Gun, the world is so big. You can't be narrow-minded and only think about the Ming Dynasty, this land of plenty. To be honest, the Ming Dynasty is rich, but you nomadic peoples are born to be bandits. It's normal that you like to rob and plunder."
"But!" Wang Wenzhou said seriously, "The Ming Dynasty is a piece of fat meat; if you don't have good teeth, you'll get hurt!"
"Brother, what exactly do you mean?" Dorgon asked.
Wang Wenzhou pointed to the island nation and said, "Next to Korea is Japan. After the Imjin War, Japan was so frightened by our Great Ming that it became a coward and stopped causing trouble!"
Historically, this was also the case. It wasn't until several hundred years later, when the Qing Dynasty closed itself off from the world and fell behind, that Japan, after the Meiji Restoration, once again waged war against China.
“Different regions and countries produce different goods, so prices vary. For example, grain in Liaodong is harvested once a year, and one shi (a unit of dry measure) of grain costs three or four taels of silver. In the south, however, there are three harvests a year, and two shi of grain cost one tael of silver. If you transport grain from the south to Liaodong, you can make a lot of money,” Wang Wenzhou said.
Dorgon nodded, somewhat puzzled. "How could I not understand something so simple?"
"Sigh..." Wang Wenzhou sighed and said, "Call your sister-in-law in, I want to have a drink."
Wang Qiang asked, "Young Master, which sister-in-law should we call in?"
Mu Yiyun smiled slightly and said, "Young Master Qiang, there's no need. I am your sister-in-law!"
After Mu Yiyun finished speaking, she quickly walked to the wine cabinet, took a bottle of wine, and fed it to Wang Wenzhou.
Dorgon nodded with satisfaction, knowing that the seed he had planted next to Wang Wenzhou would sprout sooner or later.
Wang Wenzhou took a sip of wine and said regretfully, "The world is really big. There's not only the Ming Dynasty, but also Europe. My China has always been quite unlucky. Every time China is at its most glorious, we always run into some idiots who come out to cause trouble!"
Dorgon listened quietly to Wang Wenzhou speak, sensing that Wang Wenzhou was somewhat drunk.
Wang Wenzhou continued, "During the Song Dynasty, our China was destroyed by the Mongol Tartars, resulting in a century of calamity until our Great Ming Emperor Taizu drove out the Tartars and restored China. Now, our Great Ming is beset by internal and external troubles, and you damned Tartars, like clowns, have jumped out again!"
"Ahem..." Dorgon coughed awkwardly a few times and said, "Brother, we are just trying to survive! If we can be emperors, why should we be ruled by others?"
"Little Gun, shut up and let me finish!" Wang Wenzhou cursed. "You Tartars are just illiterate barbarians! Don't fucking try to glorify yourselves. What Aisin Gioro? It's all bullshit! Your father, Wild Boar Skin, improved the Mongolian script and it became Manchu. How many of you illiterate people can even read?"
Dorgon frowned, puzzled by Wang Wenzhou's behavior today. Weren't they just talking about grain transportation? Why did they bring this up again?
Wang Wenzhou said helplessly, "If China is handed over to you to rule, what kind of mess can a bunch of illiterate people make of China? It will definitely be another century of humiliation! When I was in school, I was fed a lot of humiliating history every day. And now that I'm grown up, all I see on TV is Qing Dynasty dramas! Is it humiliation or pride?"
"Brother, let's get back to the main topic. How do we transport the grain into Liaodong?" Dorgon noticed that Wang Wenzhou had drunk too much again.
“The Age of Exploration!” Wang Wenzhou slammed his hand on the table and said regretfully, “Our Great Ming Dynasty was at the forefront of the Age of Exploration. When those white-haired pigs in Europe were just getting their hands on the first thing, our Great Ming fleet had already sailed all the way to the Indian Ocean.”
“Even when my Great Ming Dynasty was on the verge of collapse, my Ming pirates could still rout the European fleet! It’s a pity that the Age of Exploration never happened to China. Playing the game ‘Age of Exploration’ has nothing to do with China. It’s such a shame!” Wang Wenzhou put his arm around Mu Yiyun and took a sip of wine.
Dorgon was now certain that Wang Wenzhou was drunk and had started talking nonsense.
"Brother, how about I come back tomorrow to discuss this in detail?" Dorgon asked.
"No need! I'm not drunk!" Wang Wenzhou pointed at the map and said, "Besides land, there are oceans on Earth. Huang Taiji has blocked the borders, but can he block the coastline?"
Wang Wenzhou said seriously, "I'm planning to build a fleet that can not only smuggle but also rob! Don't you want to sleep with those Japanese girls?"
"What is neon?" Dorgon asked with a wry smile.
"Japan is Japan! Gold is cheap and silver is expensive in Japan. One tael of gold can be exchanged for four taels of silver, while in my Great Ming Dynasty, one tael of gold can be exchanged for ten taels of silver. We can wage a currency war, take gold to Japan to exchange for silver, that's a damn money-making business! No matter what era, engaging in real industry is always a tough job. We nobles all play the financial game. Only by playing the financial game can we make big money!" Wang Wenzhou said seriously.
"Brother, is what you said true?" Dorgon didn't understand why Wang Wenzhou knew that gold was cheap and silver was expensive in Japan.
Wang Wenzhou laughed and said, "Little Gun, why would I lie to you? The reason I want to facilitate peace between the Ming and Qing dynasties is because I think, in a way, you Tartars are also Han Chinese. Don't look at your father's wild boar skin creating this weird Manchu script. Even among your own Tartars, do you use more Chinese characters or more Manchu?"
Wang Wenzhou continued, "Don't fucking brag about being descendants of the Jin people. How many real Jurchens are there? Most of them are Han Chinese in disguise. Tong Banchao's ancestors were Han Chinese, but they transformed into Manchus! What's even more ridiculous is that hundreds of years later, people with the surname Aisin Jurchen either have the surname Jin or Qi, and none of them can even speak Manchu anymore."
Dorgon was both amused and exasperated. This drunkard Wang Wenzhou was talking nonsense when he was drunk. What kind of rubbish was he spouting?