Chapter 984 This is Heaven (3rd update, please subscribe)
The Ming Dynasty and China are inseparable, due to blood and reality.
At the port of Dar es Salaam, an immigrant ship from China slowly sailed into the river harbor. As soon as the ship entered the port, the Shandong accent kept echoing on the dock.
"My fellow countryman, where are you from?"
"I'm from Ruzhou..."
"I'm from Dengzhou..."
"We are originally from Henan. My hometown is Liaocheng, Shandong, not far from Henan..."
As the passengers disembarked, the workers at the dock all warmly greeted these compatriots who had just arrived from China.
All Chinese people are brothers and sisters!
Over the years, people have formed this simple perception.
Amid the warm welcome of their compatriots, these immigrants who arrived in Dar es Salaam with their children after a 20-day sea voyage breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the familiar faces, even though they did not hear the familiar local accents.
It’s finally here!
“Finally home!”
Cheng Yunyi muttered to himself the moment he stepped down the gangway.
Home!
Yes, this is his home and he has lived here for eight years!
"Uncle San, this is the Da-Dales..."
Cheng Tao, who was following him with a suitcase in hand, stuttered and could not pronounce the place names clearly.
“Dar es Salaam, remember.”
"Oh, this place name is too hard to remember. Why is it called such a convoluted name?"
"Hey, what do you know, kid?"
Cheng Yunyi taught.
“Dar es Salaam… this is called imperial majesty!”
"Why?"
"Because as soon as you hear the name, you know that this is the territory that our Ming Empire conquered from others! Got it?"
As he spoke, Cheng Yunyi also looked proud and pleased.
Looking towards the dock, in addition to our compatriots with yellow skin and black hair, there are also many black people. When those black people see the Chinese, they always take the initiative to stand on the side of the road and bow.
This scene brought a slight smile to Cheng Yunyi's face. Looking into the distance, what came into view was a very familiar street scene - rows of Chinese-style buildings, of course, there were many high-rise buildings among them.
This is Dar es Salaam, the capital of the Ming Empire’s East African colony.
Unlike ordinary immigrants who went ashore in groups, Cheng Yunyi, as a ticketed passenger, went directly through customs to leave the port. The customs inspection was symbolic, and at most they used drug-sniffing dogs to check his luggage - the Ming Dynasty's prevention of its fellow Chinese people was focused on drugs.
However, no one dared to smuggle or sell drugs such as opium in the Ming Dynasty, not only because it was a capital crime, but also because according to the criminal law of the Ming Dynasty, their property would be liquidated, not only would their drug proceeds be confiscated, but other proceeds would also be confiscated. After all, the so-called legal property of drug dealers was also invested with the profits from drug trafficking, and those were all illegal properties, so of course they had to be liquidated. In a word, drug trafficking in the Ming Dynasty was a crime punishable by death and confiscation of property.
Torture and harsh laws directly led to the extinction of drugs in the Ming Dynasty. Of course, the customs will still conduct serious searches.
After some inspection, Cheng Yunyi walked out of customs carrying his suitcase. As soon as he walked out of customs, he saw a native wearing a gray shirt and holding playing cards in the crowd. When the man saw him, he excitedly walked over to him and said.
"Master, you are finally back. Madam is waiting for you at home."
As he spoke, he took the luggage from the young man next to his master, then carried the luggage to the side of the road and put it on the carriage.
Cheng Yunyi asked as they got on the carriage.
"Aman, everything is okay at home!"
"Yes, Master. When you were away, everyone worked diligently and no one was lazy."
Nodding, Cheng Yunyi had no doubt about this. After all, with the butler Matsumoto and the supervisor Yamashiro around, no one would dare to be lazy.
After the carriage drove out of the asphalt road in the city, it continued along the dirt road for almost an hour and finally arrived at the Cheng family's manor. When the familiar sisal fields on both sides came into view, Cheng Yunyi smiled.
Finally home!
In the fields, dozens of dark-skinned natives were using hoes to till the grass. Like most plantations here, Cheng Yunyi's plantation planted 1,200 acres of sisal and employed 32 indigenous workers.
Labor is indispensable on the colonial plantations.
Of course, supervision is also indispensable.
As soon as the carriage stopped in front of the mansion, the butler Matsumoto came to greet it.
"Master, welcome home."
When Matsumoto bowed, the two native maids behind him also bowed in greeting.
Cheng Yunyi had long been accustomed to this kind of respectful service. Even when he went back to his hometown in Shenzhou to visit his relatives, he was a little uncomfortable with being served.
"Butler, this is Cheng Tao, my eldest brother's son."
"Hey, hello, Master Tang!"
The first time Cheng Tao was called Young Master, he immediately blushed. When he was in his hometown, he also worked on the farm with his back to the sky. How could he be called a Young Master?
"Butler, you are so polite. Butler, you are so polite. I, I am not a young master..."
Seeing his nephew's helpless look, Cheng Yunyi said.
"Taozi, you'll get used to it! Remember, you are the young master here. Okay, Xiaoping, take the young master to the guest room to freshen up."
Patting his nephew on the shoulder, Cheng Yunyi walked straight into the house.
"Master, please follow me."
When the dark-skinned maid "snatched" the suitcase from his hands, the dazed Cheng Tao had not yet reacted. He just followed the maid into the house a little dazed and at a loss.
After entering the guest room, Cheng Tao saw the maid go straight to another room. What was she doing?
Soon, he heard the sound of running water coming from the room.
Is there water?
How can there be the sound of flowing water?
Before Cheng Tao could react, the woman with dark skin but pretty face spoke.
"Master, are your clothes in the box? What clothes do you want to change into after you take a shower?"
What?
bath?
Cheng Tao, who had just arrived, was a little confused for the rest of the time - the woman named Xiaoping not only helped him to flush the toilet, but also served him in taking a bath.
I am a grown man, how can I let a woman help me take a bath?
Although Cheng Tao resisted in every way, he was finally persuaded by Xiao Ping's words "This is the master's order."
Since it was Uncle San's arrangement, he just listened to him. He sat in the bathtub with an almost blushing face, letting this maid who looked only in her teens bathe him.
While Xiao Ping was bathing him and massaging his head, Cheng Tao slowly relaxed and lay down beside the bathtub. Looking at the maid, who was dark-skinned but still pretty, a thought emerged in his mind - could this be heaven?
Heaven... is nothing more than this!
(End of this chapter)
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