Jilharang cut off his whip, shaved his head like a gourd, and had a bun on the back of his head.

The Japanese kimono feels awkward to wear, as it feels like a ball of cloth is wrapped around the body. The wooden clogs on the feet are even more awkward to wear, as they are heavy, slippery and do not fit properly on the feet. Several times, Jierhalang wanted to throw away the wooden clogs.

Just go barefoot.

The only thing that I still like is the Japanese sword, which was given to Huang Taiji by Kobayakawa Ryukage.

I had no choice but to wear a mandarin jacket and comb my hair in braids. Whenever I met people from the Ming Dynasty, I would be stopped, stabbed in the neck, and my head would be cut off and sent to the Ming Dynasty to receive rewards.

This is the standard procedure for Ming people to meet Jurchens. Of course, there are also people who kill people from other countries and pretend to be Jurchens. There are many Koreans who have their heads cut off inexplicably.

But seeing what happened to those people after they were found out, no one dared to do it again.

After all, the reward was only five silver coins, and risking the revocation of your trading license for five silver coins was too high a price.

Doing business in the Ming Dynasty must have a license, and selling fake goods will be recorded. An iron plate will be hung at the door of your door, indicating what kind of fake goods the family sold in what year and month.

It is really cast in stone, and it is impossible to change it. No matter what business you do in the future, once you check the bottom, this iron plate will always follow you.

It can be said that with such an iron plate, you will never be able to do business in your life.

No businessman is a traitor, but every businessman in the Ming Dynasty is extremely honest. If they make money honestly, what is said to be gold will definitely not be gold-plated.

If it is said to be a permanent bicycle, it will definitely not belong to Feige.

Li Xiao treats one punishment as a hundred times. No one wants to ruin the future of this life just for the sake of making money temporarily.

Therefore, businessmen in the Ming Dynasty became the most law-abiding group of people. Whether it was the Li family, the Sun family, the Zheng family, the Shi family, the Chen family, or Ao Ye, the first thing Man Ye did when he made money was to pay taxes.

If the big guys do this, the juniors below will naturally follow suit. There used to be small officials in some places who did not pay attention to the court's laws.

As a result, the family business was shut down and he himself was kicked out of the civil service and will never be used again.

This is Li Xiao's method of ruining his job.

Without money, there is no living soil and environment. In the end, the life can only be worse than that of a beggar. The boss who once lived in fine clothes is now begging in rags on the street. This is the best education.

The power of examples is infinite, no matter whether the examples are positive or negative.

Jilharang took a look at Mumbai, a city he was once very familiar with. This city was so prosperous in the past, with shops everywhere.

The seaport was filled with merchant ships from various countries. Various products produced in Bombay were sold in Europe, bringing back a large amount of revenue every year, which was used by Wu Sangui to expand his army, prepare for war, and conduct weapons research.

It was precisely the many factories in Mumbai that created the military prosperity of India led by Wu Sangui.

Everything became a thing of the past. A Battle of Bombay almost destroyed the city of Bombay. Because the factories in Bombay were concentrated together, all the factories in Bombay were more or less affected by the war.

Now three years have passed, and the city of Mumbai is still devastated. There are remnants of war everywhere. As Jilharang walks on the streets of Mumbai, he often recalls where the ruins in front of him used to be.

There was a group of people sitting in front of the Bombay Hotel, and they were not moving. Jilharang thought they were monks or other practitioners.

It wasn't until he saw someone putting leftover food in front of them, and these guys rushed to grab it, that he realized that these people were actually beggars.

When Wu Sangui was here, there were not so many beggars.

In fact, in Mumbai at that time, almost everyone with long hands who could work went to work in factories. As long as there was work, there would be wages, and if there were wages, there would be the ability to consume. If there is consumption, there will be taxes, and with taxes, you will be able to

Build more factories.

The virtuous cycle had long brought prosperity to the city of Mumbai, but the war suddenly cut off this prosperity. The factory closed down, and the machinery was dismantled and sold as scrap to the Ming Dynasty.

Workers suddenly fell from a prosperous life into an abyss.

Today, the most prosperous business in Mumbai is brothels, and the industry with the largest number of employees is sideline fishing, cheating, abduction, and theft. When these become the means of livelihood, the entire city is deformed.

In the two streets surrounding the Bombay Hotel, there are more than twenty high-end brothels. On the upper floor of each brothel, there are young faces leaning out of the window.

A little girl who looked to be only ten years old had bright red lipstick on her mouth and flame patterns on her forehead. The foundation on her face was frighteningly white, as if a dead person had been soaked in water for more than ten days.

She was shouting business hard, and when she saw a man passing by, her eyes almost flew out of her sockets. Whenever a man walked by and ignored her charming voice, there was a sadness in her eyes.

But the sadness can only last for a while, and before long, she will laugh like a silver bell at the next man.

Jilharang doesn't think he's a good person, but he can't help but feel embarrassed when he sees a little girl like this. She's really too young, she's obviously a child.

Apart from brothels, the most popular thing to see is the casino.

There were a dozen strong men standing at the door, and the crazy noise inside could be heard through the curtains.

The partiality has seriously eroded the fabric of this city. It is probably impossible to achieve the prosperity that Wu Sangui had when he was in power.

No one missed Wu Sangui, at least Jierhalang didn't hear it. Everyone either gambled badly, or went to smoke dens to smoke, or went to brothels to find a girl to spend a pleasant afternoon.

Things like opium dens are absolutely not allowed to exist in the Ming Dynasty. If someone dares to sell such things in the Ming Dynasty, they can be sentenced to death. And whether they are selling or buying, they will be punished.

But in India, no one would ban this kind of thing. There are even Indian farmers who specialize in growing poppy trees, because growing this stuff is far more profitable than growing food.

The money you get from selling poppy trees to buy food is much more profitable than growing food directly.

If you have a smokehouse, you will naturally have those big smokers who are haggard and like walking zombies. There are many such people among the beggars. Among the many people, you can spot these ghost-like people at a glance.

Jierhalang sighed and could only continue walking. Small vendors began to appear on the street. They sold some snacks or some gadgets produced by Daming. Everyone shouted hard, hoping to get their hands on

of goods sold.

Seeing two policemen wrapped in turbans approaching, the vendor would skillfully take out two copper plates and put them into the large hands of the policeman.

The guard nodded and continued walking to the next stall.

Sometimes they would take away some interesting little things from the stalls, or pick up snacks to taste a bite or two. If they were delicious, they would nod and take more, and if they were not delicious, they would just spit them out and then laugh at the vendor.

Poverty and corruption are almost twin brothers. The poorer the place, the more corruption will reach the bottom of society. Because power has no other place to plunder, they can only directly plunder the poorest people. Like leeches, they suck the nutrients from them.

, to satisfy their own survival.

In Wu Sangui's era, this kind of thing would not have happened. Because the servants could always receive sufficient salaries, and they would also participate in local businesses.

The annual dividend is a large amount of income, and they don't have to compete with these poor people. These poor devils only have a few ounces of money even if they squeeze them dry.

Jilharang continued walking and accidentally walked into the slum.

As soon as he entered the slum, Jilharang felt that his eyes were stinging, and tears soon flowed down his face. He took out a mask from his pocket and put it on. It was really smelly.

It's a stench that hits your brain. You won't even feel sick before you smell this stench.

Although Jierharang had smelled the stench of corpses on the battlefield, he couldn't bear the disgusting stench for a while. Wearing a mask finally made him feel better, because there were stinking ditches on the street.

The sticky, gooey stuff inside barely flows, and the dark green liquid is not bubbling. There is a dense swarm of flies lying on it, and the edges are covered with wriggling white maggots.

When walking through the ditch, a swarm of flies flew up and hit my face, which was disgusting.

Jilharang took out another pair of glasses and put them on. Now he was very grateful to the foreman of the Bombay Hotel. If he hadn't reminded him, Jilharang would have turned around and ran away immediately.

Wearing sunglasses, the dazzling sunlight seems less dazzling. From time to time, flies hit the sunglasses and make a "dang" sound.

After turning a corner, there was a pool in a large open space.

The pool was full of green algae, and a group of children were swimming in the algae. The algae was pushed aside to reveal the blue-green water below.

Jilharang could even see white maggots crawling on them.

There is a huge mountain of garbage in the middle of the pool, and many children are crawling on it. It is about 500 meters away, and Jilhalang, who is wearing a mask, feels it is unbearable.

In the scorching heat of Mumbai, there is a mountain of garbage fermenting in the sun. The smell is simply difficult to describe in words. It is probably a gas bomb that has such power.

But these children were crawling around on the fermented garbage. Jilhalang even saw some children finding something as if they were treasures, and then stuffing it into their mouths without waiting for others to react.

We walked into a place that could barely be called a house. It was a reinforced concrete building. Half of it had collapsed, and several families still lived in the other half.

Jilharang could hardly recognize this place. The dormitory building of the former Bombay Machine Tool Factory was so beautiful.

Each family lives in a two-story building, and there is a small yard downstairs. Some people plant flowers in the yard, and some grow some fruits.

Passing by here at this time of year, you will be greeted by the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers.

The huge pool over there is the swimming pool of the machine tool factory. Every summer in the evening, many people swim in it. With the afterglow of the setting sun, they declare to the sun that they have had a pleasant day.

Jierhalang stood for a long time, feeling sad in his heart. In three years, just three years, this place has turned into such a dilapidated appearance. It is impossible to see the prosperity of this place in the past!

When he walked to the door of a house, he saw a thin, shabby man lying on a recliner. The guy's eyes were sunken, and his washboard-like ribs were exposed to the air. He had a towel on his lower body, which covered his entire body.

The only fig leaf.

Jirharang was not sure whether this guy was dead or alive because he couldn't see the rise and fall of this guy's chest.

"Hey! Do you know where the slime is?" After living there for several years, Jilharang can certainly speak Indian.

The skeleton weakly opened its eyes: "Who are you?"

"Do you know Slime?" Jilharang took out a piece of cake from his pocket. For these people, eating one bite is much more intuitive than a copper plate.

When he saw the cake, the skull's eyes suddenly lit up. He stood up from the chair with difficulty, crawled to Jilhalang, grabbed the cake and stuffed it into his mouth.

Jilharang didn't even see him chewing, the cake had already entered his stomach.

He stretched out his skinny paws and looked at Jierhalang with longing eyes. Jierhalang had no choice but to take out another piece of cake.

"Tell me where the slime is, and I'll give it to you." The cake was held high, and the skeleton below swallowed hard.

"I am Slime, and you must be Lord Jilharang." The skeleton's voice suddenly became louder.

"Are you a slime?" Jilharang could hardly believe his eyes. This skeleton-like man was actually a tall slime.

"I am Slime, Lord Jilharang. I recognize your voice, and I finally want you back." Slime's eyes shed muddy tears.

He is a mixed-race Indian, his father is British and his mother is Indian.

Jilharang carefully identified it, and finally determined from the typical British aquiline nose that this was the slime he was looking for.

"How did you become like this!" Jilharang handed the cake in his hand to the slime.

The slime swallowed the cake again. He didn't say anything and seemed to want another piece.

"Slime, you can't eat any more. If you finish this bag, you will starve to death." Jilharang said cruelly, covering his pocket to prevent Slime from eating any more.

"Hey...!" Seeing that there was no cake to eat, Slime sat on the ground and sighed.

"General Wu was defeated, and you and Lord Dorgon didn't know where they went. After the Ming people came, the first thing they did was to dismantle the factory's machines, load them and ship them away.

The workers each received a small amount of money and were sent home. This was almost always the case in factories in Mumbai, where people looking for work were everywhere.

Without factories, no one can find a job. Even the job of washing dishes in a hotel has become a popular job.
Chapter completed!