Chapter 605: Indian White Slave
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The last day of March in the fourth year of Chengtian began in the bright sunshine of the early morning. γγ
Jinghai Port is very lively, and this is a rest day for many Chinese. Whether it is an official or a foreign merchant lumber yard, the last day of the decade is already a practice for Chinese.
Due to the lack of recreational facilities, the trade turnover in this place has increased dramatically recently, and many Chinese merchants who came to India to trade settled in this port, and some Indians also came here to trade with cotton, precious stones, and gold.
There are even Indian dancers here, but during the great development of the country, singing, storytelling, juggling, and eating a mouthful of meat in China, no one wants to travel thousands of miles to this place.
Entertainment here is very poor, so most of the residents here choose to rest at home on their days off, that is, drink or play cards, and every time holidays and rest days come, the sales of tobacco, alcohol and poker in department stores in Jinghai City can increase by two or three percent. Of course, sports have also become a good way of life for the officers, soldiers, businessmen and civilians here.
But not everyone will rest on this day. At this moment, in the dock warehouse area of the port, a foreign bank manager is holding an abacus and nervously checking the account. Small hardware and silk, as well as a batch of porcelain that had just arrived on the foreign cargo ship, had been loaded into the ship by the Indians, and the precious stones, gold, and cotton that the Indians had traded had also been loaded onto the foreign ship. There was only a group of twenty slave girls left, and these treasures would not be on board until the ship was sailing. These are all the best of the Indian white slaves, and after they are transported back to China, they are trained and trained, and they are handed over to learn to speak Chinese, which is worth more than half a boatload of cotton.
Slaves and maids are no longer allowed in China, but this restriction is limited to Chinese people, and there is no such thing as a foreigner.
Not to mention the Korean slaves, now the boutique of the Korean female slaves has a nickname - Silla Maid, and the scale has been made. There are also some Japanese slaves, Annamuns, and Siamese slaves in the country, and the same is true for Indian slaves. For many large domestic households, they don't care what kind of identity they are, but whether they are beautiful or not.
And then under the premise of a beautiful one, then look at the country.
Generally speaking, the price of Korean slaves is the highest, Japan is slightly inferior, Annam, Siam again, and the worst are Nanyang natives and Indian black slaves.
Although the Indian white slaves and the Indian black slaves came from the same country, the status and value of the two were very different. The price of the latter is comparable to that of the Korean Silla maid. The skin is white, and there are no large pores of Westerners, and the thin waist is twisted ......, hehe, the taste is very good. And those Indian black slaves are much, much worse, with dark skin, which definitely does not meet the manager's aesthetics. Sometimes managers wonder if this is a country or not, why is the gap between the two sides so huge?
The manager cleared his throat twice and wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth by the way.
"Two hundred woolen wool, thirty-five ivory, one hundred stone of spices...... which still needs to be shipped. The amount is already small.
"4,500 pieces of copper and iron tools and small hardware, 2,000 stones of iron, 300 muskets and supporting gunpowder, 10 artillery pieces...... this is what is left in the warehouse. The former is selling well in India.
That's where industry comes in. It's not that Indians can't produce the same metal products themselves, but the multi-faceted disadvantages in quality, output and price make them have no resistance to the Chinese copper and iron hardware and the like.
And the other kind of goods here, those terrible guys, were all things that the manager couldn't think of before. This is because the foreign companies that are qualified to sell arms to foreign countries are rumored to be state-owned brands under the Administration of Industry and Commerce, but this year, these privately owned foreign companies have suddenly become so qualified. The manager admires his boss very much.
In their foreign behavior, for example, there are 500 muskets and 20 guns, although the things are old goods, but they can definitely kill people. The foreign company's own fleet and foreign merchant houses digested 200 muskets and 10 artillery pieces inside. And the rest of the arms are good for the Indians and the sultans around the Malacca waterways.
It's just that compared to India, the sultans of Malacca are much poorer. The latter is a gold gem, and there is an additional appreciation to get it back to China.
"Manager Wang, Manager Wang, there is good news, there is good news." A customs official rushed into the warehouse and smiled mysteriously at Manager Wang: "You have a buyer for this batch of arms, don't forget my benefit fee before and after you get it." β
"Oh? So fast? Although he knew very well that the arms in his hands were not sold in India at all, he was still very happy to say to the customs officer in front of him: "Supervisor Liu, don't joke with me." What does it mean to have a buyer? Did you come over there in person? "Supervisor Liu is only the customs supervision of the eighth grade, the level is not high, but the communication is very wide.
"Isn't that what happened? I just sent a message over there, and they caught up with me. The customs officer said proudly. This attitude of the Indians proved that they had a desperate need for arms, and it gave him a good way to make a fortune. As far as he knew, Jinghai's garrison had only replaced a batch of guns last year, and these guns had always been sealed in Jinghai's military warehouse.
He only needs to leak the news to those who need munitions, and let the Indians themselves communicate with the garrison, and he can get a good payment.
"It's still a prince here, and it's in the No. 5 private room of Yuehailou in the dock area."
"Then hurry up." After hearing this, Manager Wang said without hesitation, if this batch of goods is taken out of hand, the news will be reported to the headquarters in the autumn and winter and the second batch can be shipped back. He simply put down the ledger in his hand and walked out of the warehouse.
The two soon arrived at the port area, and heard the sound of a gun salute on the way, and when they entered the port area, they found that the entire port area had been semi-martial law, and suddenly there was an extra fleet on the dock, which was a big man present. Subconsciously, both of them stopped their steps.
The sound of a false salute and live ammunition is completely different, and the fort in Jinghai Port often conducts live fire, and everyone in Jinghai Port can clearly distinguish what is a salute and what is a live ammunition sound.
At this time, a small fleet of ships that had just arrived was docked in the dock area of Jinghai Port, consisting of two sea vessels and three frigates. The rice-shaped flag flying high on the top mast indicates that the five ships were ships from the Kingdom of Great Britain. On the pier stood a group of Europeans dressed in ornate and exaggerated styles, led by a man in his early thirties.
He wears a triangular black top hat with ostrich feathers on the edge; Outside the bodice is a high-quality velvet fabric of the Fracquet gown, the placket is cut diagonally from the waist line to the back and downward, arguably the forerunner of the next era of tuxedos, and the ancestor of modern Western dresses, made of silk and wool, printed with flowers or striped patterns. He wore a white silk shirt with large lace at the collar and cuffs; He wears a pair of tight trousers that reach a little below the knee, and under the knee are long white stockings that are buttoned together with the trousers. This kind of dress, which is very unusual in the eyes of Orientals, is a characteristic of Europe in this era, just like the puffy skirt worn by European women.
Of course, the young Englishman was also very eye-catching with the brown riding boots he wore on his feet, and the silver-gray wig on his head, plus a layer of white powdered makeup on his face, which looked extremely luxurious.
This is how the European aristocracy of this era was dressed. Men also put on white powder makeup just like women, and many people don't have beards. All the costumes and equipment are based on this rococo "squeamish femininity" to express the elegance of the man.
Apart from him, the most eye-catching of the group was the tall woman next to him. From the eyes of a foreigner, this is an absolute beauty. Wearing a top hat and a fontaine hairstyle, this hair accessory that has been around since the French court was also very popular in England. Although if a woman walks around a room full of candles with such a headdress, "Fontaine" is likely to show her vicious side - igniting a raging fire. The woman wears a "fontaine" headdress, like a strip of cloth soaked in gasoline. But aesthetics are never based on safety.
This should be the man's wife, the two of them are holding arms, twenty or thirty years old, brightly colored velvet corset, low collar, making the white breasts more majestic and deep, and the breasts are pressing. The chest is embroidered with a large section of lace edges, flowers, bows and other ornaments, and the cuffs are also embroidered with beautiful bow ribbons and many small laces and bows. The hem of the floor-length skirt resembles a blooming peacock flower screen, and the corners of the skirt are carefully held in the hands of the two maids.
There is no shortage of white slaves in Jinghai Port, and the clothes of Indian dancers are also quite leaky, but all this in front of them is obviously different. This lady's identity is absolutely noble, so the pair of murder weapons on her chest and the large whiteness are particularly attractive.
After signing the agreement with the buyer from India, Manager Wang returned to his residence and his mind was also shining with that piece of whiteness. He never felt that the white slave was so good-looking, and he suddenly had a desire to explore it.
In this lonely city, it seems that I really need someone to take care of me, well, plus a warm bed.
If she can give birth to an heir or become pregnant before she is transferred back to China, Manager Wang doesn't mind packing up and bringing people back to China. China is no barbaric India.
This birthplace of Buddhism, Manager Wang still had a longing for India before coming to Jinghai, but he didn't expect that he was only full of strong contempt. Although India in reality is absolutely rich, it is very different from the India I imagined. The caste system here is simply ignorant, and this kind of system, which is similar to the Eight Banners and somewhat similar to the 'mother law' in North Korea, has largely annihilated Manager Wang's respect for India. Even if there is a deep-rooted idea of 'differentiation between the two people' in the Chinese concept, the caste system is too far apart.
This kind of practice of dividing the superiority in the roots of people, the Chinese are congenitally inherently unafraid of these things.
The tone of the upper grade without the cold and the lower grade without the warriors has long been a thing of the past in China, but in India, it has been practiced here for two or three thousand years, and it is deeply rooted. Manager Wang couldn't imagine it at all!
In his eyes, those noble Brahmins are like ancient sacrifices, and their rights directly remind the Chinese of 'destroying Buddhas'. He was curious about how Buddhism could be born in India, which had been shrouded by such people and systems for thousands of years. Many people in Chinese Buddhism claim that all beings are equal.
Forgive Manager Wang's lack of 'knowledge', he has no idea the huge difference and difference between primitive Buddhism in India and Buddhism in China.
But this sense has no effect on the whole world, and the only change is the fate of a lowly daughter of a Brahmin family in India, who was sent to Jinghai in the summer of that year, and then moved into Manager Wang's house.
Marriage customs in India are that the highest brahmin can have four wives, the Kshatriya can have three wives, the Vaishyas can have two wives, and the lowest Shudras can have only one wife.
A high-caste woman cannot marry a low-caste man, and the children born in that way will be discriminated against by the whole society. In addition to these four caste classes, there is also a Dalit in the whole of India. But a Shudra woman can marry a Brahmin man, even if the woman is only entitled to take one of the groom's clothes in the ceremony.
In this way, the remaining children of the Shudra women still belong to the Shudras, and they must intermarry with the Brahmins for seven generations before they can be promoted to Brahmin. This kind of marriage between a lower-caste woman and a higher-caste man is known in India as a 'shun'.
With the passage of time, the largest group of people in India today is the untouchable untouchables, then the Shudras, then the Brahmins, and the proportion of the Kshatriyas and Vaishyas among the four castes is decreasing.
Indians don't think there's anything wrong with using such a girl to bring Chinese VIPs closer. What Brahmin family does not have a large number of such women in its name?
Just like the batch of 'goods' that Manager Wang would only send on the ship when he drove the ship, and even many Indian white slaves and dancing girls in Jinghai Port, some of the boutiques came from this kind of family.
Because a natural marriage requires a large dowry.
In India, there is no such thing as a bride price from a man to a woman, but a pure dowry from the woman. [It seems so]
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Watson received a high-profile reception at Jinghai Harbor.
As the envoy of the Kingdom of Great Britain, Watson's fleet had two more Chinese warships in the fleet when it was again.
One in the middle, the other in the small, two flying shear bow warships swept across the water like arrows in the sea breeze.
"Mike, is this the Chinese Flying Shear Bow Warship?"
Caroline Watson, the wife of Special Envoy Michael Watson, held up a telescope and carefully looked at the two Chinese warships not far away, which were obviously much faster than the British warships, and her face was full of shocked admiration.
On the Queen's galleon, a little bumpy in the sea breeze, the envoy's wife stood firmly in the bow with a pair of shoes nailed. As the daughter of Britain's largest shipbuilder, she is not just a brightly coloured vase that satisfies the eyeballs.
"Amazing, isn't it?" Watson didn't answer his wife's unanswered question. His eyes were also greedily watching the two light blue warships not far away. Such ships should not stay in the Far East, where they are downloaded, and the Atlantic Ocean is the best stage for such high-speed ships to travel between the two shores.
"It's only been a few years? It is indeed amazing that the Chinese have launched such a masterpiece on their own. β
"If the docks of the Kingdom of Great Britain were littered with such high-speed boats, the kingdom's support for the colonial junta in North America would be doubled."
Mrs. Watson looked at her husband with glassy, beautiful eyes. Although Watson's main task was to negotiate with the Chinese government on the trade between New South Wales and the trade between China and Britain, the British did not pay attention to the problems of Alaska. But by the way, crooked mouth, this kind of high-speed sailboat, is also a very simple problem.
Seriously, the current Kingdom of Great Britain really needs such high-speed sailboats.
"Oh my God, they're still speeding up, and that's at least ten versesβ" (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.