The air became colder and the autumn wind gradually faded. The cold winter of the eighth year of the new year was quietly coming. The hidden refugees began to feel that the days were getting harder and it was still better. The day was still good. At night, it was cold. Although the refugees changed into winter clothes, they slept in the wilderness, and the long river of their arms were beside them. When the second day came, their eyebrows had already become frosted. It was precisely because of this that the cold winter brought coldness to the refugees and also allowed the plague to be protected by countless doctors. In addition, bacteria could not survive the cold winter and finally calmed down.

The plan to resettle a refugee was officially launched. Zhu Jun put forward two choices. The first was to go to Songjiang Prefecture. The court had built simple houses for them, which attracted many workshops and factories to start production. When they arrived there, they could find a job that cost at least two taels of silver per month. Although compared with other Jiangnan Prefectures, the monthly salary was less silver per month, but the working population was too large, and the manpower was naturally cheap, but there was still no big problem in supporting a family. The second option was to go to faraway India, where each person would be given 50 acres of land. According to the head, a family of three would have at least one hundred and fifty acres of fertile land. Although it could not be rich, the rich peasants in Jiangnan were just like this.

The refugees began to make their own choices at the temporary registration points. According to common sense, it should be a good choice to have a large amount of fertile land in India, at least it is a property. Although it is stable to go to Songjiang Prefecture, it is still for people to hire workers. The problem is that Songjiang Prefecture is only a hundred miles away, but India is thousands of miles apart. From then on, it is unlikely that it will be a rare opportunity to return to your hometown in your life. Therefore, in the eyes of the refugees, the conditions for going to Songjiang Prefecture and going to India are equal. Some people choose to take risks, while some people would rather live on this fertile land.

Far from East India, Liu Er had arrived at Ceylon Island, and General Xu Dachang personally welcomed him. According to the organization, the Nanyang Navy was responsible for cruised the Nanyang Ocean, and also included East India. Xu Dachang was the general of the East India Colonial Corps. Although the two of them were not in charge of each other, they were also considered colleagues from superiors and subordinates. Xu Dachang naturally did not dare to neglect the Governor.

The two of them arrived at the General Army Office together, and Xu Dachang couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Liu is there an imperial edict when he is here?"

Liu Er sat down and shook his boots: "There is no imperial edict, but the emperor asked me to come this time, and there is a big deal to do. General Xu, please send someone to invite all the monks from each temple."

Xu Dachang nodded. After the last time he gained the trust of the emperor through the religious reform, Xu Dachang attached great importance to those monks. On the one hand, he sent people to monitor the monks' every move and urged them to promote the "Protestantism". On the other hand, he also maintained a good relationship with some high-level monks: "I will do this at the end."

Xu Dachang retreated and called dozens of Sikh personal soldiers. These Sikhs are now valued by the Ming Dynasty. Although their population is small, only a few hundred thousand, they can become non-commissioned officers, or personal soldiers of Han officers as long as they join the army. The current model of the entire colonial army is like a pyramid. The top layer is middle and senior officers headed by the Han people, and the middle is lower non-commissioned officers dominated by Sikhs. The bottom layer is naturally those Indian soldiers. The Sikhs are oppressed by the rulers all year round and have the same power as the Indians. Now they are valued by the Ming Dynasty, and the Han people also have religious habits for Sikhs.

Giving some respect and not forcing them to join Hinduism. Therefore, today's Indian society has formed an extremely interesting phenomenon. Brahmin monks have become tools for Han people to paralyze the Indians, while Sikhs have become the braids of Han people, and they are both good at both the two-pronged approach. In addition, Indians have originally known the nature of heaven and happiness. The top rulers, whether they are Aryans or Mongols, whether they are Arabs or replaced by the current Han people, seem to have nothing to do with them. The public security situation is even better than the sea, and there is no ethnic dispute. Anyway, they are waiting to die when they eat, who cares who will rule?

The Sikh non-commissioned officers took their lives and left separately.

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The senior monks came to Ceylon again. The previous one came, and the mood was the same. Half a year ago, those monks who refused to surrender were dragged out like dogs and slaughtered were still coiled around their hearts. If they were obedient, they would be easy to say anything. Once they were disobedient, they would slaughter the dogs. There was no room for maneuver, and there was no extra choice. Therefore, after the monks returned to the temple, they naturally worked hard to promote Protestantism. They were from Brahmins. In the eyes of those foolish parishes and civilians, they were spokespersons of the land of God. Therefore, although the doctrines of Protestantism were contrary to traditional doctrines, no one proposed any geology.

Singh is now the high priest of the East Hinduism. He has a high status and is already a complete

The highest leader of the sect is now. His state of mind is different from other monks. He is smarter and knows that since he is dependent on the Emperor of Ming Dynasty, he can only get the greatest benefits if he is willing to be his slave. This time, no matter what His Majesty has to explain, he will express his support as soon as possible. Only in this way can the high priest sit in a more stable position.

Liu Er glanced at the monks bluntly and slowly began to announce the emperor's oral order: "The emperor heard that there are a lot of land in various temples. Now the Ming Dynasty needs to place a group of refugees. Although the Ming Dynasty has a large territory, it is still a little short of a lot. I hope you can pay the donation enthusiastically." After all this, Liu Er no longer said more. It is necessary to support them. It is good for them to support them. If someone is unwilling to bleed, Liu Er also has a way to cure them.

The monks immediately started to discuss, different from the previous time. They just revised some doctrines the previous time. As long as they did not touch the interests of the Brahmins, these monks naturally didn't care. But this time, the Emperor of Ming Dynasty wanted the land but their land. This was completely different. The monks either whispered to each other, or pondered in their hearts, and their faces were not good-looking.

"General. How much land does His Majesty the Emperor need?" A monk swallowed and asked carefully.

"Three million hectares." Liu Er reported an astronomical figure without hesitation. The original plan of the Ministry of Revenue was that each refugee would have 50 acres of land, and the maximum number of refugees to settle in India would not exceed 500,000, and it would only require 1.5 million hectares of land. However, when he arrived at Liu Er, he opened his mouth and doubled, just because he wanted to ask for a price all over the place.

"Ah?" The monks became even more panicked. What is the concept of 1.5 million glut? The whole India has only 100 million hectares of fertile land, and the East India has only 150 million hectares. The major temples have received donations from believers for thousands of years, and the actual land occupied by at least 5 million hectares. Even so, this is also accumulated by hundreds of large and small temples in East India under thousands of years of religious rule. Hinduism encourages believers to land, threatening to clear up all sins by donating land. The family that only has been left for thousands of years has only been in and out. However, the Ming Emperor wanted three million hectares at one time, which exceeded more than half of the land occupied by the temple. How could the monks be willing to agree easily?

"What? Don't you want to pay?" Liu Er's face became gloomy and a strong murderous intent appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This is a robbery. Many monks wanted to wave their fists excitedly and shouted this sentence angrily, but although they had thoughts and had accumulated anger in their chests, no one dared to do such a move. The last time the corpses of those disobedient monks might have been fed to the dogs, right? The monks still have only two ways now. One is to hand over half of their land, and the other is to repeat the mistakes of those "predecessors".

"General, there are 50,000 hectares of land in the large temple, and I am willing to pay 30,000 hectares." What all the monks did not expect was that the first person to stand out was their spiritual leader, the high priest Singh. Singh was not a fool. He could see at a glance that the general was prepared and no one could come out of the door if he didn't agree. No matter whether he was dead or alive, everyone would have to donate. Instead of fighting meaninglessly, it would be better to donate first and leave a good impression on the general, otherwise he, the high priest, would be over.

After Singer expressed his obedience to Liu Er, he opened his throat and began to teach the monks who love him in the tone of a high priest: "His Majesty the Emperor of Ming Dynasty is our guardian god. He needs land. The monks who believe in gods must set an example, otherwise..." Singer's face became a little hideous here, not like a religious person at all: "Otherwise, Your Majesty the Emperor will get angry, strip your caste, confiscate your land, and be a pariah."

The anger of the monks began to turn into fear. These charlatans looked like a person in front of the common people, but in the face of power, they looked like another. Most of them just enjoyed wealth and wealth in the temple, eating the food that the believers had cultivated, using goldware donated by believers, and playing with the female slaves given by the believers, were the full borers in Indian society, but the borers were weak, and their glory and wealth in this life had not been fully enjoyed. If the Emperor of Ming Dynasty tore his face apart.........

There is nothing to hesitate. Even if half of the land is missing, the remaining half can still be enjoyed by their descendants forever. The land is just an abstract number. Even if nine out of ten are missing, it will not affect the quality of their lives.

Liu Er obviously admired Singer's attitude towards cooperation, gave him an encouraging look, and his face calmed down: "High Priest, let me leave it here for you. Three million hectares of fertile land is indispensable."
Chapter completed!