Magui, who was far away in North Asia and Melica, could not have imagined what a famous man he had become, and his name was known to everyone in the land that crossed the seas and oceans.

In recent years, with the prosperity of Nanyang publishing and printing, the extraordinary market culture has been driven from the south to the north, and dozens of down-and-out families who have been raised by the Chen Mansion have tirelessly written the heroic chronicles of one after another people who went to sea.

These heroes are not recognized by the mainstream culture, but they don't care if they are pawn peddlers or high-ranking officials and bachelors, they have all seen it - the difference is only whether they like to share with others.

"This Ma Gui is amazing, in such a cold and snowy ghost place, Yu Zhongzhong died once, and he can still stand on his feet, the latest issue of the Heroes Chronicles says that the imperial court has learned their whereabouts and sent a fleet to search, which is amazing - but is America bigger than us?"

It was no one else who said this, it was Yang Zhaolong, who was in the northwest of Xinming Island, holding a wine jug and carrying raw meat to feed the wild dogs, he didn't read the book, and he didn't read the book, and the content of the heroic chronicle was read to him by the Banzhou companion who was standing next to him.

In fact, the environment in which the Banzhou people landed in Xinming is not much better than the America where Magui landed, this impermanent climate is the other extreme, and the harvest of barren land is not good, and more land can be cultivated, but as the pathfinders sent by Yang Zhaolong go further south, the more barren the land becomes, and along every river is the endless desert and Gobi.

Even where there are sloppy green trees, the land is dry yellow, not at all as green as the tropical woodlands of the neighboring archipelago in the north of Xinming.

The form is difficult to reach this place, even if it is full of snakes, there are super strong big bags on the road at every turn, and they can do it when they see people, and they really can't beat it with their bare hands.

But Yang Zhaolong is a little better in Xinming Island, with convenient transportation.

Sailing from Yanglai Bay to the northwest, ten days to Tangmin Island, 30 days to Sulu, pirates all followed Lin Afeng to plague the west of Malacca, even those pirates entrenched on Tangmin Island are obedient under Lin Dao's cadres, navigation in the sea is very safe, and the trade route is prosperous in the environment than the barren land of North Asia Molijia does not know how much better.

It's just that the temperature is about the same all year round, which makes Yang Zhaolong miss the four seasons of Middle-earth.

There are more and more people in Yang Laiwan, at first it was just a few hundred families in Banzhou brought by Yang Zhaolong, and later gathered several small tribes around it, so that the number of people under the household reached 3,000, but those tribes still maintained a nomadic way of living on two legs, and occasionally walked to Yanglaiwan to rest, everyone agreed that Yang Zhaolong was the king of this land, and worshipped.

There is no trade relationship, it seems to be the reason for the lack of enemies, this tribe seems to be much friendlier than the tribe in the Yunnan-Guichuan mountains, and when they come to Yanglaiwan, they will give him the good things they picked up on the road, strange-looking branches, strange-shaped stones, bones of slaughtered animals, and sometimes the fur on the body is too hot to give to Yang Zhaolong.

Yang Zhaolong thought at first that this relationship was an unfixed trade, but he always found that the natives here would forget to take away the goods they gave them after 'trade', and they had to send people to chase and stuff things into them, so he realized that this was a gift.

He didn't know where this favor came from, until a few local natives learned more than half a year of language from him, and he was able to speak Chinese clearly, because everyone thought he was very powerful, leading a huge tribe to live in a woodland area with water sources, wearing strange clothes, and being able to tame a dozen big dogs, everyone was very envious, and they thought he was a god, so they occasionally came to see if he was dead.

People who are not nomadic and can still live - it's strange.

In the long-term mutual gifts, Yang Zhaolong somewhat understood the feelings of the Great Tomorrow Son for the tribute, that is, these strange branches, strange stones, animal bones and fur draped on the body were given to him with kindness, but in fact they were of no use.

When Chen Mu sent people to send Du Zhangman to Xinming, the fields they reclaimed were not enough, and on the long coastline, their fleet found green space, but after the green land walked inland for a short distance of more than a dozen miles and a long time of hundreds of miles, it was all desert and Gobi, and it was impossible to feed tens of thousands of people.

The first group of several thousand people were assigned to various coastal valleys and woodlands near Yanglai Bay to cultivate and cultivate, and they were separated from each other by deserts and could not communicate, occupying a coastline of 300 miles.

In some places there are forest farms, some places have rocky mountains, some places can grow vegetables, some places can hunt, and some places can livestock, and the two trading ships sail back and forth in this sea area, trading with themselves all day long.

Immediately after Manila, a large number of six animals were sent, and Yang Zhaolong was so anxious that he jumped straight, "Lao Tzu can't even support people, can he still raise so many animals?" My brother-in-law is going to send a lot more Du Zhangman, and his brother-in-law will starve to death here immediately! ”

As for the mine that Chen Mu asked him to find, it still hasn't landed at all, Yang Zhaolong has been busy feeding himself and his subordinates for a whole year, in this new continent with magnificent scenery but harsh environment and barren land, they have already worked hard to support themselves, and they can't afford to explore inland, let alone find mines.

It took nearly two years for them to be able to exchange the income from the trees and fish they had cut down here for the necessities of life with the trading fleet, just to make ends meet.

Three months after Yang Zhaolong said this, a fleet sent a letter from Chen Mu in the north, opening the door to a new world for Yang Zhaolong.

"My brother-in-law believes that there are mines here, and there are huge numbers, so I must find them?"

Yang Zhaolong complained irritably, and instructed the four maids to pack his luggage.

"I need to prepare four sets of clothes, take out the cuirass and helmet with the inscription of the Nanyang Military Government, and wait for the boat, sword, sword I don't think I can use it, take a dagger to defend yourself, I want the Indian pattern steel."

A few maidservants packed up their clothes, Yang Zhaolong stood in the room and spread his arms, then closed his eyes and waited for the armor to be put on himself.

First, the armor skirt made of iron sheet leather was wrapped around the round-necked brocade scrimson robe, and the wide cowhide belt with Nanyang buckle was crossed back to the waist and buckled, and then the cuirass was closed one after the other, and the slightly longer armor at the back just covered the back waist, and the front was slightly shorter to expose the two rows of gunpowder cartridges on the belt around the waist.

The throat guard that hung down on the chest was also buckled and fastened, the neck and chin were tightly protected, the steel arm bindings on the arms were also tied, and finally the helmet with a cloth chain mail curtain.

These weapons were skillfully worn by the maidservant on Yang Zhaolong's body, and only then did he reopen his eyes, take the dagger handed to his hand, grabbed the flint flint bird gun from the table, and put it on his waist one left and one right, and picked up the heavy Shenmu Killing Gun.

Just looking forward to Zixiong for a moment, Yang Zhaolong put down the heavy gun and took the two young and beautiful maidservants in his arms and kissed them one by one, and then grinned: "You are still the most comfortable, bring our tableware and tea sets, and we will go on an adventure!" ”