Luzon, Malani.

This bay is unique, facing the sea and raised by rivers, which makes a fertile land here, making this place the richest area in the entire country.

However, when the harvest is about to be achieved in May this year, continuous heavy rainstorms and sudden typhoons have changed all this.

As I see, the fields here are flooded by rain, and many crops have rotted in the fields before they mature. The once prosperous town seems dead, many houses collapse, and the streets are filled with sadness.

A group of naked Luzon people gathered at the door of a wealthy family to shelter from the rain. Many women and children were trembling there, but they didn't know whether it was cold or hungry, and many babies cried in the arms of women.

The people gathered here looked at the closed door pitifully, their black and white eyes full of expectations, longing for this family to throw out some food like they did a few days ago.

As time passed, the door of the family was still locked, and the baby's crying in the woman's arms became weaker and weaker, until there was no movement in the end, but I don't know if it had fallen asleep or had died.

The sky is gray ink, and the rain is still falling, and the raindrops keep falling from the sky, looking endless, making people here unable to see any hope.

On rainy days, it is difficult for these refugees to find dry wood, let alone make fires to keep warm. In this harsh environment, they can only be constantly harvested by death.

The guards of the King of Luzon seemed very busy, but they kept walking in the town, carrying the corpses that had been starved or frozen to a stretcher, and carrying the corpses outside the town for burial.

Unlike the later country known as the Philippines, Luzon was in the most frequent disasters in the world and had no ability to deal with these natural disasters. This has been passed down for thousands of years.

The bodies were carried outside the town, and then the bodies were thrown into the pit that had just been dug. Today, hundreds of corpses were piled up in the pit, but the soldiers were already numb.

At the same time, in the main hall of a royal palace imitating the Han Dynasty, there was a scene of singing and dancing rising to peace.

King Suleiman sat cross-legged in the hall, and the ministers were below them. However, unlike the ministers of the Ming Dynasty, the ministers of the Ming Dynasty were screened through the imperial examinations, and too many of these ministers were inherited from their father's business.

"Let's talk about it, how should we do this disaster?"

Although Suleiman was named King of Luzon by the Ming Dynasty, he did not have much of the king's appearance. He first had several dancers performing in the palace, and casually asked the ministers below like a chief.

Below were sitting a group of civil and military officials who were feasting. When the dancers stepped down, most of them looked unsatisfied. When they heard the king's question, they turned their heads and looked at Suleiman.

Yan Yi, the retainer, has the blood of Han people and usually likes the culture of the Ming Dynasty. He seems to have been waiting for a long time. He took the lead in proposing: "In the country, we should follow the Ming Dynasty and use the grain in the warehouse for disaster relief and distribute it to the people! Only by ensuring the people..."

"Bad!" A black beard who was biting the lamb leg meat interrupted before Yan Yi could finish his words.

However, this seemingly rude behavior did not seem to take it seriously. Yan Yi was just a retainer, but this black beard was the heroic commander of the war and was the most important general in Luzon.

Blackbeard swallowed the mutton in his mouth and asked loudly: "What if we give all our food to those people, what should we do if our soldiers? What if the people from Lakandul came over? Besides, who knows how long the disaster will last? I don't feel panic if my family has surplus food!"

"It's right that our food is related to the stability of Luzon, and we can't put food to such a pariah!" Others nodded, and they already agreed with Blackbeard's opinion.

Yan Yizheng wanted to point out the interests of it, but Suleiman was the first to say: "You can't give food, but we have to do something, right? You can't ignore the refugees gathered in front of your door. You should throw more food for them! I heard that there are more than a dozen corpses in front of you every day!"

Hearing these words, the ministers exchanged glances and finally understood what the stingy king here had made.

Yan Yi's mouth moved slightly, but in the end there was no sound. He looked up at Suleiman, knowing that the king actually didn't want to take out the food, but hoped that these insensitive ministers could be more generous.

"This is fine. I will let my servants throw more food on weekdays, and they will not starve them all to death!" Blackbeard bit another big bite of lamb leg meat and said loudly disapprovingly.

The other ministers nodded, saying that they would do this.

Suleiman's goal was to achieve his goal, and he picked up the wine glass in his hand and continued to drink and seek pleasure with the ministers.

This was just a small episode. The dancers returned to the stage and the hall re-entered the laughter and joy. Although the rain continued outside, it was just a few notes.

Yan Yijiang looked at the lively venue and saw that King Suleiman had already hugged Meiji and fed the wine. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

If it were in previous years, he might not have proposed disaster relief. However, with the trade with the Ming merchants, he rented the northern area to the joint business group, which made them not only have a large amount of grain storage and gold and silver treasures, but also had the ability to provide disaster relief.

After all, this country is different from the Ming Dynasty of the country of etiquette, but it ignores the life and death of the people under its rule. The king has no intention of disaster relief, and the same is true for the ministers below. How can this country prosper?

In Union City, another heavy rain poured down. The heavy rain and the strong wind came from the east, making this new city located by the sea feel like it was above the waves.

The drainage system in the city can no longer bear this drainage. Both main streets have accumulated water. The accumulated water in many places seems to be dirty and black, with a lot of messy debris floating on it.

Several Luzon people with naked upper body ran to a restaurant, but after the owner saw it, they drove them away with sticks and did not allow them to come in. The leading man cursed, but he didn't know what to scold, and the two sides seemed to part in disagreement.

Thunder, rain, insults, and noise from the building gathered in the rain curtain. The rain kept falling from the eaves, and the water on the first floor of the store had already disappeared from the calf.

But on the second floor, the doors and windows were closed, but here was like a warm little world, with a group of merchants or sailors eating wine and food here, looking happy.

With this sudden typhoon and the war on Cebu Island, many Ming merchants who went to Nanyang to make money gathered in Union City to avoid this natural disaster here.

In this noisy crowd, a man with a scar on his face appeared at the entrance of the stairs, looked around with a vigilant look, and then slowly walked to a position and sat down.

"Customer, don't you know what to order?" The waiter walked over and asked enthusiastically.

The scar man didn't raise his head, so he asked, "Do you have any sesame cakes here?"

"Yes!" The waiter was slightly stunned, but nodded seriously.

The scar man said lightly: "Give me ten!"

The smile on the waiter's face froze for a moment, but he nodded and left.

When the waiter left, the scar man was still observing the situation on the second floor. However, he saw a lot of noise around him, especially a wine table in the center, where the sound of urging wine and urging wine kept coming.

The scar man saw that no one noticed this, but looked at the chair opposite the empty one and asked softly: "When will you do it?"

The sound was not loud. There was a torrential rain outside, and there were bursts of noise like waves inside. His words seemed to be just talking to himself, and people around him were afraid that they would not be able to hear clearly.

"The day after tomorrow!"

But after a while, a sound came over. The source of the sound was not the seat opposite, but a man wearing silk and satin behind him.

The official was about 40 years old, with a medium figure, very fair and elegant appearance, and was sitting there drinking tea slowly.

"Keep, the sesame cake you want is here!" The waiter came over with the sesame cake and said enthusiastically.

The scar man reached out to take the sesame cake brought by the waiter, held a slightly hot sesame cake in his mouth, put the rest in his arms, and then gave a small silver to get up and leave.

The waiter took the little silver and watched the scarred man leave, but suddenly a strange feeling broke out in his heart.

"Waiter, clean up the plate and then send me half a pound of fried beef!" The staff member sitting at the next table suddenly spoke, pointing to the dishes on the table and instructed.

When the waiter heard a guest greeting, the strange thought that had just arisen immediately disappeared without a trace. Especially when he saw Mr. Gong, who was rich and powerful, he immediately responded: "Okay!"

The water accumulation in the street is very deep, and the guards of United City are digging drainage ditches so that the water accumulation in the city can be discharged out of the city as soon as possible, while the water accumulation in some places has become very shallow.

The scar man left the restaurant and walked towards the west gate of the city with a few people.

A guard found a copper coin in the crack of the blue bricks, so he found a bamboo branch and pried it out. He happily put the copper coin in his arms, but he raised his head but was slightly stunned.

It was just when he was stunned that the scar man walked to the entrance of the alley and turned directly into the alley.

"Shishuai, I'm going back to have a meal!"

Not far away, a middle-aged man greeted him.

The guard named A Shuai turned around and looked at the captain who had already walked away, and looked up at the alley again. He got up and walked towards the alley.

wrong!

Just after entering the alley more than ten meters, A Shuai suddenly remembered that this alley was not a residential area at all, but an area used to store debris.

It was at this moment that the scar man slowly turned around and took off the hat on his head, revealing the clear scar on his forehead, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

Ah Shuai's eyes widened hard, and his heart immediately raised to his throat.

On this Luzon Island, a pirate group called Sea Ghost Seven appeared. They not only looted the merchant ships, but also slaughtered all the people on the ship. They were the most brutal pirates.

The United Fleet originally wanted to wipe out the pirates, but encountered a series of disasters, which forced them to suspend this plan. But they never expected that this sea ghost seven would appear here.

puff!

Ah Shuai was just about to shout, wanting to pass on the news and resolve the crisis in United City. But he was stabbed in the back, causing darkness in his eyes.

The pirate suddenly appeared pulled out the knife, threw A Shuai's body into the debris next to him, covered it with a rotten bamboo mat, and then said cautiously: "Boss, we have to leave here as soon as possible!"

Although Union City sent a fleet to Cebu Island, the city's troops have been greatly reduced, if the other party noticed it, they might also have to fall here.

Hai Gui Qi nodded slightly and walked towards the west city gate again. After this connection, he not only confirmed that Mr. Gong was indeed helping him, but also had a deeper understanding of the city.

After finding out the city through the plate, he turned around and looked at the city greedily. If he came back, he would no longer be a crew member of a sea merchant, but the infamous pirate sea ghost seven.

The east of the city, the city lord's mansion.

Chen Zhixiao and Weng Huasong were drinking tea, and their brows frowned slightly, worried about food.

However, people's calculations are worse than God's calculations. I thought that when the new rice is on the market in May, new rice will be transferred from Guangdong or Siam. However, when the typhoon blows, the grain ships to Guangdong have no way to come.

Now, the rice and grain in this union city have been consumed almost the same. If there is no rice and grain coming from Guangdong, then the hearts of their union guards will be dissipated and even riots will occur.

"Miss, I really shouldn't have taken in those natives!" Weng Huasong took a sip of hot tea, but sighed inwardly.

Although he was also a scholar, he was different from those pedantic scholars. During this period of food shortage, he did not advocate the teachings of Confucius and Mencius, and was more willing to save food than to help these refugees from foreign races.

"That day, the eldest lady said she wanted to open the city gate and let them come in, but you didn't say anything!" Chen Zhixiao held the tea lid and poured tea water lightly, looked up at him and turned around the old account.

Weng Huasong actually felt a little pity at that time, so he naturally would not admit it at this time, and directly pushed the responsibility to Hu Niu and said, "Because I know, even if I said it at that time, it would be useless!"

"It's useless to say it now!" Chen Zhixiao took a sip of tea and seemed very confident and authentic.

After years of getting along, he naturally knew what kind of personality Hu Niu had. The indigenous people brought their families with them, and there were many women, children and children in it. Hu Niu could not agree to drive these people out of the city.

"But we have to give it a try, or we... cough, in this situation, we can't afford to support those people at all!" Weng Huasong looked up at Chen Zhixiao, and said with a deep meaning.
Chapter completed!