Chapter 120: The Chinese Workers Are Here (Third Update, Please Subscribe)

The news that the opposition reached a withdrawal agreement with the Mapuche and formed a provisional government in Chillán immediately caused a stir when it reached Santiago. The people who were originally panicked finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Well, the Indians withdrew.

They no longer had to worry about the barbaric Mapuche people coming in to steal their property, take their women, and burn down their houses.

Even the priests in the church finally no longer had to live in fear like they did in the past.

Oh my God!

Those barbarians finally went back, and we no longer had to worry about them dividing the land or beating the priests.

The talk of molesting boys and insulting girls is nothing but slander by barbarians and is not true at all.

Now that the barbarians no longer invade, everyone can live in peace.

God bless.

Those guys in Chillán did a great job!

Of course, the new President Perez in the Presidential Palace became furious when he heard the news.

"Damn it, those traitors, they actually formed a provisional government? They are simply a bunch of clowns, a bunch of traitors, do they think I don't know what they are doing?"

"They must have made a traitorous agreement with the Indians. Those guys should be sent to the gallows!"

Perez was justifiably angry, because he knew very well what he would face next - civil war!

A civil war that will never end.

Originally, thanks to Monte and his efforts, they had managed to rebuild an army and used the invasion to arouse people's patriotism, but now, everything was over!

The Mapuche retreated, and when they left, they left Chile with a provisional government—a provisional government that was opposed to Santiago.

“Maybe, we can negotiate with them!”

Before the aide could finish his words, Perez looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"Negotiate? How to negotiate? That guy, Gallio, is just a businessman. He not only values ​​money, but also power. Last time, he even started an uprising just for a seat in parliament. This time, as the so-called "president", he will not give up the presidency even if he has to turn Chile into a sea of ​​fire!"

Perez couldn't help but say after sighing.

“Oh my God, who made that guy Gallio see the opportunity to cooperate with the Mapuche! Damn it, doesn’t he know that such a guy will destroy Chile?”

…

Perez was clearly complaining about the wrong person, because it was not "he" but "she" who recommended Iscariot.

At this time, Maria Rickmel, wearing a blue-gray military uniform, was on her way back to Araucanía with Zhu Xianhai. Along the way, she followed him like an ordinary officer.

A few days later, they finally arrived at their destination, Saavedra Bay. At this time, there were two more wooden piers in Saavedra Bay. Near the simple port, rows of thatched huts were filled with Chinese workers rescued from the Guano Island.

In the past two months, these Chinese workers have been receiving military training in the port area. Although it is just simple military posture and formation training, just two months of training has brought about obvious changes in their temperament.

When Maria followed Zhu Xianhai to the port area and saw the army in training, her beautiful eyes were filled with surprise.

“This, this is your army?”

"Troops in training!"

"Ya Erya..."

Although their pronunciation of the commands was a bit stiff, Zhu Xianhai couldn't help feeling a little complacent when looking at these people.

"How is it? The army looks pretty neat, right?"

Maria nodded and continued.

“Are they all Mapuche?”

"Of course not, they are Chinese."

"Flower people? Are they all from the Orchid Tribe? How big is your tribe that you have so many young soldiers?"

While Maria was looking at the "Orchid Tribe" warriors training on the beach in astonishment and estimating their numbers, she saw Zhu Xianhai walk to the edge of the training ground and chat with the soldiers who were resting under the shade of the trees.

"Meet, meet the Master..."

As soon as he passed by, those people stood up one after another, and when they were about to hit the ball, they quickly changed to saluting.

"What sir? It's the commander, it's the commander..."

Zhu Xianhai smiled as he listened to the somewhat stiff official language they spoke.

“You are all Cantonese.”

"Oh, the commander is from Guangdong?"

Sun Erxi and the others couldn't help but show joy on their faces. Ever since they were rescued from the island and came to this place, they had never seen any officer speak Cantonese. But this officer who came on horseback spoke Cantonese.

But the following answer was destined to disappoint them.

"I'm not, I just speak some Cantonese."

"Ah, the commander speaks Cantonese quite well. He must have lived in Guangdong before."

Although they were a little disappointed, Sun Erxi and others still felt that it was a good thing to have a superior who could speak Cantonese.

"Well, I have been there before. How are you guys adapting here?"

Maybe it was because the other party spoke Cantonese, which made them feel closer. However, after just chatting for a while, Sun Erxi and the others spoke their true feelings.

"Actually, sir, this place is great in every way. Compared to digging guano, it's a far cry from here. It's just that the sirs insist that we speak in the official language, which is a bit unreasonable."

"That's right, not only do you have to speak Mandarin, you also have to be able to read. Otherwise, not only will you be punished by standing in the corner, you will also have to wear a sign."

Speaking Mandarin is a rule set by Zhu Xianhai. In Nanhua, no matter where you come from, you must speak Mandarin.

In modern times, Chinese people living overseas are accustomed to forming cliques and factions based on their hometowns. Not only do they not interact with each other, they are even incompatible and do not help each other when encountering problems. There is even a saying that "compatriots are not as good as fellow villagers." In the end, the differences in interests between fellow villagers are exploited and instigated by foreigners, leading to constant infighting among the Chinese.

The core of the so-called "fellow countrymen" is language!

The dialect differences of that era were far beyond the imagination of later generations. After Lin Juemin, one of the 72 martyrs of Huanghuagang in the late Qing Dynasty, was injured and captured, the two Guangdong officials who interrogated him did not understand Minnan dialect at all, and Lin Juemin was not familiar with Mandarin and Cantonese, so Lin Juemin made an impassioned speech in English.

How ridiculous is this scene? But it is indeed a true scene in history.

Since the late Qing Dynasty, especially after the Xinhai Revolution, facing the country's weakness, overseas Chinese were like scattered sand due to differences in dialects, and under the instigation of Western colonists, they continued to fight among themselves, resulting in their interests being continuously damaged. People of insight proposed "Be Chinese and speak the Chinese language" in order to unite the people by speaking the Chinese language and promoting education. This led to the situation where overseas Chinese in Southeast Asia later marched in groups, fought for their rights, and united against the outside world.

It is precisely because of this historical experience that Zhu Xianhai established the principle of Mandarin - only a unified language can unite the Chinese people in South China into one.

"Hang a sign? What sign?"

"It's just that I like to speak Mandarin and not dialect."

Before Sun Erxi could finish speaking, someone over there started to scold him loudly.

"Sun Erxi, you guys are speaking in dialect again. Put up signs on them, not one left out, all of them..."

The instructor, who was originally aggressive, hadn't finished speaking when he saw the person standing there, his eyes widened, and then he immediately stood at attention and saluted.

"Stand at attention! The 23rd squadron of the reserve regiment, squadron Li Linchuan greets His Majesty!"

(End of this chapter)