Chapter 121: Standing with the Emperor (First update, please subscribe)

His Majesty!

I was actually standing in punishment with the emperor!

Under the scorching sun, Sun Erxi and others all looked a little dazed.

The people in the audience were shocked, but more than that, they were in awe.

It is well known that those who speak dialects will be punished by standing in the corner and wearing a sign.

But they didn't expect that one day they would see the emperor being punished to stand for speaking in dialect... No, not standing, but writing.

"I prefer to speak Mandarin, not dialect."

Standing in front of the table, Zhu Xianhai wrote the signs with a pen. After he finished writing each one, he handed it to the waiting soldiers.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward!"

When he took the sign, Sun Erxi was extremely excited. This was a sign written by the emperor!

What's wrong with foreign emperors?

That's also the emperor!

To be stained with the imperial aura is like burning incense for eight lifetimes!

"Don't thank me, Erxi. Remember, you must speak Mandarin in the future. Not only must you speak Mandarin, but you must also write Chinese and learn to read. Only in this way can you have a bright future!"

Zhu Xianhai said earnestly.

"Yes, yes, I understand."

With his chest puffed out, Sun Erxi nodded repeatedly.

In official terms, this is the rule he made. Since you have violated it... accept the punishment!

Of course, this is also a manifestation of leading by example.

The most important thing is that after this incident, “being a Chinese, speaking Chinese, and writing Chinese” will be deeply rooted in people’s hearts. When facing resistance from new immigrants, this will be a living example to convince others.

Perhaps the method of hanging a sign to "show people off" is a bit simple and crude, but it is effective.

At least time will tell.

In the next few days, Zhu Xianhai stayed in Saavedra Bay. With the planning experience of Nanhua, he soon had a certain plan for this bay, from the port to the city. In his plan, the future of this city will be the western gate of Nanhua, just like the Los Angeles of Nanhua.

"Your Majesty, from now on, will this city be called Saavedra Bay, or will it be given another name?"

"Linhai!"

After thinking about it, Zhu Xianhai said.

"From now on, this place will be called Linhai! The bay will be called Linhai Bay."

Linhai, a simple place name, easy to understand. Forget about the European names like "Saavedra Bay"!

Zhu Xianhai even decided to rename Araucanía to Shanxi! Shanxi in South China, Patagonia is Shandong in South China.

This is the naming method of China. Just like during the "Five Barbarians Invasion" in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the place names of the states, counties and prefectures where the Han people who migrated south lived were generally the same as the place names of their original states, counties and prefectures.

Why are only British immigrants allowed to use names like Cambridge, Victoria and the like to remember their ancestral land, but Chinese people cannot remember their hometowns by renaming them?

From the beginning to the end, during the few days in Linhai Bay, Maria looked at everything in front of her thoughtfully. Although she had just begun to learn the "language of flowers", she still understood some of the words.

Finally, when she was leaving with Zhu Xianhai, she looked at Zhu Xianhai and said in a somewhat puzzled tone.

“You…are Chinese!”

"You just found out!"

Zhu Xianhai laughed.

"What about orchids?"

"It's Nanhua! Hua means China!"

"Is it the language of flowers?"

"It's Chinese, your pronunciation is not standard!"

A critical hit silenced Maria.

…

After leaving Linhai, Zhu Xianhai went to several Mapuche tribes. As a king, he must of course inspect his territory. Before leaving Arauca... no, before leaving Shanxi, he had to appease each tribe and show his presence.

This is true for large tribes, and it is also true for small tribes.

In this way, it took Zhu Xianhai and his party nearly a month to set out on the return journey. Unlike the previous trip, this time Zhu Xianhai took another mountain road. In the valley along the way, there lived a Mapuche tribe, a tribe of only more than 2,000 people.

During the whole trip, Zhu Xianhai just treated it as sightseeing and playing in the water. Sometimes he would even jump into the lake to swim for a while. Of course, he also feasted his eyes. After all, Maria's figure was indeed very attractive, but that was all.

Perhaps it was because of the beautiful scenery along the way that they did not feel the distance of the journey. By the evening of that day, the Mapuche tents had already appeared in their sight. Chief Bakari and others who heard the news had been waiting for them near the valley.

As the chief and his party entered the valley, the whole picture of the tribe appeared in front of Zhu Xianhai. On the grasslands between the mountains, the Mapuche people grazed large groups of dairy cows, beef cattle, sheep and horses. The grasslands were full of cattle and sheep, and the sheep were like white clouds floating on the mountains.

“This may be what the book says, ‘When the wind blows the grass low, you can see the cattle and sheep.’”

While sighing, Zhu Xianhai seemed to understand why the Chileans wanted to conquer this place - every area in the Central Valley is so rich, with such fertile land, who wouldn't want to conquer it?

Like many Mapuche people, many people here look a bit like mixed-race people, and there are many European women dressed in Mapuche style, with dull expressions, just standing quietly in front of the tent. Sometimes you will encounter some white slaves with iron chains around their necks. They are also ragged, with dull eyes and no hope in their expressions...

These Europeans, both men and women, were spoils of war from Mapuche raids on settlements.

"My Lord, to welcome you, I have specially prepared a small gift for you."

Chief Bakari's tone was flattering. On the way to the valley, he occasionally cast his eyes on the white woman who was traveling with the king, which made him believe that his choice was right. Who doesn't like beautiful white women?

In the tribes, beautiful white women have always been the best gifts, and the white women around the king made him firmly believe that his gifts would please the king.

"Oh, really? You're so thoughtful!"

Zhu Guoqiang smiled slightly and looked towards a tent on the hillside. It seemed that someone was looking at him from there.

The woman standing by the tent looked at the Europeans traveling with the Mapuche people in surprise. It was not that they were just wearing European military uniforms. It seemed that the Mapuche people respected these strangers very much.

Suddenly, the woman's eyes were filled with surprise, and even more joy. She hurriedly called out to her sister.

"Sister, look, it's him, it's him!"

The haggard woman sitting in the tent heard her sister's cry, then stood up and walked over.

"Who are you talking about?"

Before she could reach the door, she heard her sister standing by the door shouting,

"Zhu, Zhu, I'm here, I'm here, Zhu, please come and save me, save me..."

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(End of this chapter)