Originally, when registering the population, the local people were not cold about registering as a Han, and the Han who was in charge of the registration was helpless, but soon there was a rumor in the city that the commander of the South China Sea Fleet Zheng Zhilong was a descendant of Zheng Sanbao. In the century, Zheng Zhilong will go to pay homage to Sanbao Mountain, and welcome local people to join him.
The inside of the city was like a pot exploded. Although Zheng Sanbao’s fleet has passed for two hundred years, the local people passed word of mouth as if it was what happened yesterday. Under the encouragement of the local Han people, Zheng Zhilong accompanied Zheng Zhilong to worship. The number of people suddenly reached 10,000, and almost every household had male participation.
Sanbao Mountain is in the southeast of Malacca City. Although the mountain is not high, it is only six hundred feet, but the mountain is beautiful and the peaks are undulating. When Zheng He went to the West, he established an "official warehouse" here and exchanged silk and porcelain for ivory. The headquarters of the fleet is also stationed here.
Under the guidance of the local Han people, Zheng Zhilong prepared the incense utensils for the memorial ceremony and came to Sanbao Mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, the first thing you see is a temple. Above the temple door are three big black characters: Baoshan Temple, red wall glazed tiles. After more than two hundred years, the color does not fade. It seems that it has just been completed and the roof cornices. On the top, there is a pattern of colorful dragons and beads, which is also lifelike.
Zheng Zhilong took the lead and stepped into the temple. Inside, there is a statue enshrined. The statue wears an official hat, a light yellow python robe and a jade belt, and a black cloak behind his back. He holds the long sword at his waist with his left hand and looks into the distance as if looking at the sea.
The soldiers presented an incense case. On the incense case were four colors of locally-produced fruits. In the middle were the whole cooked ducks and geese. Zheng Zhilong lit three plants of sandalwood, bowed and worshiped for three times, and then handed the sandalwood to the soldiers. Inserting the incense burner on the left, he knelt down in front of the statue of Zheng Sanbao, knocked three times in a row, chanting words.
Then Zheng Xing paid the homage, and then the guards put incense to Zheng Sanbao one by one.
Zheng Zhilong and others left the Baoshan Temple, and the local people behind him also visited the temple spontaneously. Due to the large number of people, the temple was overcrowded. The people just bowed their heads in a hurry. Many people were still annoyed and didn't prepare the joss sticks early.
The people who have worshipped Zheng Sanbao followed Zheng Zhilong and walked southwest. Sanbao Mountain is full of tombs, but the vegetation is neatly built, no matter it is a trail or a tomb, there are no weeds and thorns. It is like a natural place. garden.
On the southwest foothills of Mount Sanbao, there is a Buddhist temple. Above the main entrance are three big gilded characters: Sanbao Temple, the only three monks in the temple, greeted the temple door early, folded their hands together, bowed and saluted Zheng Zhilong, "Welcome Commander Zheng, Master Zheng!"
Zheng Zhilong and Zheng Xing also bowed in return: "I have seen a master."
"Commander, teacher, please!" The monk sent Zheng Zhilong and Zheng Xing into the temple to worship. Because the temple was too small, the soldiers had to wait outside the temple.
After the worship was over, Zheng Zhilong turned around and looked around. The local people shuttled among the green bushes of Sanbao Mountain. If it were not for the worship, he was worried that there would be a stampede.
"Commander, teacher, please here!" The monk automatically acted as a guide and led Zheng Zhilong and Zheng Xing to the left side of the temple, where there was an old well.
"This is the Miho Well?" Zheng Zhilong watched carefully and felt that the old well had nothing special except for the smooth wall of the well.
"This is the'Sanbao Well' dug by the officials of Sanbao. For hundreds of years, the water has never been cut off in the well." The monk was accompanied by Zheng Zhilong, speaking of the origin of Sanbaojing, his face was very solemn, as if it was the town temple of Sanbao Temple. Treasure.
"Thank you, Master." Zheng Zhilong took Zheng Xing and worshipped for three times, and then put out the chicken, duck and fish for worship. Because there was no incense table, the monk removed a wooden bed in the temple and used it as an incense table temporarily.
Zheng Zhilong and his entourage didn't turn around until the local people had paid their respects. After a few miles, they didn't return to the city until the afternoon.
In the afternoon, several Han Chinese who registered the population for the South China Sea Fleet discovered that a large number of people were surrounded outside. At first they thought that the local people were going to riot, but they found that they were wrong. These people did not come to riot, but came. Participate in registration.
Because we cherish the memory of Zheng Sanbao, and the current commander of the South China Sea Fleet Zheng Zhilong is a descendant of Zheng Sanbao, a large number of people voluntarily asked to register as Han. They did not register alone, but dragged their families. The whole family was registered as Han.
The staff in charge of registration saw that there were too many people coming, so they asked them to line up. To put it bluntly, the order at the scene was still extremely chaotic. It seemed that they had missed today, and they would lose the opportunity to become Han.
Finally, the Han who was in charge of registration asked each household to send a representative to register for the whole family. There were fewer people onlookers, but the mood of the surrounding people was still different. Those who had been registered as Han people went there with a smile. The people who have not registered for the time being are frowning, and some people are still sweating profusely.
Everyone in charge of registration seems to have been fished from the Malacca waterway. Not only did their work suddenly increase several times, but they were surrounded by thousands of people, working in an airtight, sultry environment, and drinking. There is no time for tea, so it's strange not to sweat.
The sky is getting darker, but there are still many people who have not registered. They surround the registration point and refuse to leave, and they will not be allowed to leave unless they are registered.
The hot scene at the registration site finally reached Zheng Xing's ears. He laughed a few times, and then took a few soldiers to the registration site in person.
In the twilight, a large number of people gathered around the registration point and refused to leave, and the noisy sound seemed to be two armies fighting.
Zheng Xing was overjoyed. He asked the soldiers to find the local Han people immediately and temporarily opened two registration points. Only then did the original registration personnel get out and go home to take a bath and eat.
The crowd in the line almost went to the sea with satisfaction.
Early the next morning, there were notices everywhere on the street, and there were many soldiers from the Marine Corps helping the crowd to interpret. The contents of the notices were mainly the people who were registered as Han people, who would receive generous treatment. For example, all Han people would be safe from the South China Sea Fleet. To ensure that farmers redistribute farmland, merchants will levy taxes according to Daming’s low standards, and those who do not speak Chinese will arrange instructor training for free, and so on.
In the afternoon, the population registration office was overwhelmed again, but the soldiers in charge of maintaining order on the scene found that many people were not patrolling. The soldiers felt strange: Why do you hesitate in such a great form
When they asked, the soldiers realized that these people had already been registered as other ethnic groups, and they didn't know whether they could change it.
The soldiers were unable to answer their questions, so the questions were reflected in front of Zheng Zhilong.
Zheng Zhilong was originally unwilling to pay attention to these wall grasses, but considering that it is too far away from Daming, when the South China Sea Fleet is stationed here in the future, how much will it need the assistance of the people here, the more Han, the more they have room for choice. The bigger.
More importantly, if there are enough Han people, the imperial court is likely to consider establishing a province here, then regain the land and the South China Sea Fleet, and open territory for the Ming Dynasty again.
Zheng Zhilong thought for a long time and finally came up with a solution, which is to put several population registration offices together. If they were registered as other ethnic groups and now need to be changed to Han, the previous registration must be cancelled before they can be re-registered as Han.
It’s not troublesome to change to Han. Now the registration offices are together. If you cancel here, you can re-register over there.
Two days later, the population registration in Malacca City basically ended. Of the 16,000 households in the city, more than 12,000 were registered as Han, and Han people accounted for 70% of the total population.
Zheng Zhilong looked up to the sky and laughed. This number is probably higher than the proportion of Han Chinese in Yunnan, Guizhou and Guangxi. If Zhu Youjian hears such a message, it will be difficult for the Malacca area to establish a province.
"Commander, this is just a city of Malacca. I am afraid that it is difficult for other places to have such a high level." Zheng Xing was surprised, but he was still a little worried. There are historic sites like Mount Sanbao near the city of Malacca, which has a unique advantage.
Zheng Zhilong thought for a while, “It’s okay, first engage in some people-friendly activities. For example, immediately check the nearby land, start the posture of redistributing the land, invite the local Han people to visit the army training, issue notices, prepare to establish a temporary local government, and everyone knows the man People who can speak Chinese can apply to serve in the government."
"The commander is really thoughtful. In this way, the naturalized population is definitely not a minority." Zheng Xing admired the uncle commander in his heart.
Zheng Zhilong continued to teach Zheng Xing: "The key is to let the people know widely that what we have established is the government to protect them."
Three days later, Zheng Xing arranged for local Han Chinese to start population registration in Punjaran, Muar, Seremban, Xinsheng and other places near Malacca under the protection of Marine Corps soldiers.
These places are relatively large villages. Except for the small castle in Punjaran, the rest of the places are completely undefended. The local people use farming as their masters. After hearing that the army redistributed the land to them, they warmly welcomed them. With the arrival of the South China Sea Fleet, the naturalization of Han Chinese is more than half of the local population.
Zheng Xing naturalized the local people from south to north, and has been going smoothly.
Wherever the Ming army went, the population registered as Han was crowded with thousands of people, no matter whether it was a town or a village, there was nothing less than half.
It wasn't until he met a village called Raub that Zheng Xing discovered the accident.
There are no Han people here at all. The local people don’t know why, and they all disagree to register as Han people. In fact, they refuse the population registration of the Ming army at all.
The population registry opened by the Ming Army only had a square table and a few bored registrars, not even the people who came to watch.
Zheng Xing felt weird. He found Han people who were familiar with the local people and went deep among the villagers. Only then did he discover the clues.
The Han people who were inquiring about the situation reported that this place is already in the middle of the Malay Peninsula, deep inland, and at the southern foot of the Jibao Mountains. Normally there are no Han people at all, so the local people don't know Han people or Daming at all.
Zheng Xing was speechless. The Han people came to Nanyang to make a living, mainly in business, and mostly lived in the rich coastal areas along the river. In such a poor country, ghosts were willing to stay.
The Han people who spied on the situation also told Zheng Xing that this place was originally the world of the local chiefs, and even the Portuguese forces did not infiltrate.
Zheng Xing couldn't help it. Although he had soldiers in his hands, he didn't dare to use it lightly. Zheng Zhilong repeatedly warned him: Never use a strong force. If a civil revolt is triggered, it will be difficult to establish a local government in the future.