Burma Town, Bogu City, Marquis Zhennan's mansion.
In the afternoon, when it was quiet, a rush of footsteps broke the silence of Marquis Zhennan's mansion.
"Master Hou! Master Hou! He's here! He's here! "
The shout made Xiao Ruxun, who was leisurely reading a book, quite dissatisfied.
At noon, everyone in the family was sleeping, especially the two little devils. After making a ruckus for the whole morning, they finally had a good sleep, giving him some time to rest. If this person rushed in, what if he woke the two little devils up and they opened their mouths to cry? What should he do?
Xiao Ruxun put the spoonful of sweet corn back into the bowl, stood up, put down the book, shook the big cattail leaf fan, and walked out of his study. At a glance, he saw Ma Wei running in from outside the yard, waving his hand at Xiao Ruxun and shouting, "Master Hou! Master Hou! They're here! They're back! "
Xiao Ruxun waved his cattail leaf fan and shouted, "Shut your mouth! It's noon! Everyone is resting! Do we need to rest now that you're shouting so loudly? "
Ma Wei immediately shrunk his head, slowed down his pace and jogged over, saying softly, "Marquis, Mr. Chen and Mr. Li have returned from the West. They brought back the western firearms craftsmen you wanted, more than a hundred of them!"
"More than a hundred? Haha, not bad, I thought they could bring back thirty to fifty people at most, more than a hundred. It seems that those Western firearms craftsmen are having a hard time! Good, good, good, go tell Chen Longzheng and Ricci, let them settle those Westerners, and then report to me. "
"Yes!"
Ma Wei answered and hurriedly ran off.
Xiao Ruxun smiled and shook his head.
This young man was good at everything, but he was impatient, not at all like Ma Hu and Ma Yong, his two brothers.
But this boy had only been in Burma Town for three months, and it was not easy for him to do this. Was Ma Gui planning to move the whole family?
In just a few years, he had sent all the good young men of the Ma family here for him to practice. Ma Hu and Ma Yong were now senior officers in the Zhennan Army, in charge of five thousand people. The other boys of the Ma family were also low-ranking officers such as centurions and chiliarchs. Now there was a sixteen-year-old Ma Wei, who looked like a tiger and was a hothead.
But it was not bad to be the commander of the bodyguards of Marquis Zhennan and be responsible for the safety of the Marquis Zhennan's mansion. This silly boy was not smart, but he was hardworking and willing to work. He had no place to use his strength, and Xiao Ruxun needed such a silly but strong boy to run errands. See, he ran faster than anyone else.
But Chen Longzheng and Ricci did a good job. Originally, they thought it would be good to recruit thirty to fifty craftsmen from the West who were willing to come to the East for an adventure. Now, more than a hundred craftsmen with experience in making rifled flintlocks came. This time, their production line of rifled flintlocks would be further expanded and consolidated. The guns in the hands of the soldiers would be more or less accurate, and the bullets would not fly randomly.
Xiao Ruxun raised her head and looked at the azure sky. She fanned herself a few times with her fan.
Three years, he had been here for three years, and he was already twenty-six years old.
He had to admit that these three years passed by quickly. At least, when he came to his senses, it was already his twenty-sixth birthday party.
Xiao Ruxun had really worked like a sweatshop to develop the impoverished Myanmar Town from a population of 100,000 to its current population of 1.3 million. From a chaotic and unruly town to an orderly and orderly life, she had really worked like a sweatshop.
Since three years ago, the Daming Dynasty seemed to have entered a period of frequent natural disasters. The peasants who had lost their land in the past had been digested through slaughter, deception, and rebellion. Now, there was a new export window, and that was to go to the sparsely populated Burma Town.
The peasants who had lost their land would not rebel because they had no way out, and the court would not worry about the increase in the number of refugees. Together, the two parties treated Burma Town as a garbage disposal station. As long as there were refugees, they would all be thrown to Burma Town.
In any case, in their eyes, Burma Town was always a place outside of civilization, a shelter for refugees and untouchables. No matter what, it would not be able to develop. Xiao Ruxun could barely deal with the problems of the refugees, but he could not better develop the local economy of Burma. After all, this was just a garbage disposal station. It would be fine after the Daming Dynasty was cleared out, and what was left in the Daming Dynasty was the essence.
From the cabinet to the local prefectures and counties, this was how they saw it.
In order to appease Xiao Ruxun, the cabinet even extended the tax exemption period for another three years. In their eyes, Burma Town was just a garbage disposal station, and the little tax was better than nothing. The Governor of Yunnan had changed twice, and none of them had come to Burma Town to take a look. They were not willing to take a step out of Yunnan's border. In their eyes, Burma Town still did not belong to China, but was a vassal state. In their eyes, the famous Daming General Xiao Ruxun had also become a foreign king.
The big shots would not pay attention to the number of ships coming and going from Burma Town's Yangon Harbor every year, the number of merchants from all over the world doing business in Yangon, and the number of migrants wandering around Yangon. They only knew that it was a garbage disposal station. Batch after batch, batch after batch, and in just three years, nearly a million refugees and Han people who voluntarily migrated to Burma Town settled down. They were given land and lived a stable life.
This kind of rumor spread throughout the vast coastal area. Farmers who had lost their land and lost their jobs went to Burma Town to try their luck. It turned out that they were very lucky.
When they came to Burma, the first thing they did was a physical examination. It was to check if they had any diseases, infectious diseases, and so on. Then, the doctor there would tell them the things to take note of in Burma, and so on. Then, they would go to an organization similar to the Ministry of Revenue to register their name and place of origin. They would also ask if they had any family left in Daming, and if they were willing to come to Burma with them. After the registration, they would be given land and land deeds, as well as a place to live, and so on. When they arrived, they would also be given rations and farming tools.
For the farmers, it was like a dream life.
The craftsmen would be asked what kind of skills they had, and if they were skilled. Then, they would be arranged to live in the city, given a house and a job, and the amount of food and money they would receive every month, and so on.
Some special craftsmen would be arranged to be interrogated further in the military camp, and then directly sent to the northern military district. They would receive better treatment and stricter control, but their lives were still happy and carefree.
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