Zhou Qingfeng and Guo stayed overnight on the roof of St. Paul's Church, and nothing happened.Guo Jiao can most allow hugging, and then want to go further will fight to resist, and even bite.

Every day, the port of Macau is busy again.Zhou Qingfeng and his sister walked around the western city, ready to understand how strong the Portuguese are in the Far East.Guo Jiao followed behind, after last night's close confrontation, she resumed the past naive relaxed posture, no longer cringing with Zhou Qingfeng, and even dared to smear his teeth.

Macau is not really a city, but a large commercial market.The Portuguese business was not limited to silk and porcelain, and the shops of the market also sold pepper, cloves, camphor, and soums shipped from Southeast Asia.Among them, the business of pepper is very good, and Chinese businessmen are in great demand.In addition, the Tubu shipped from India is also very popular and has become a fist commodity for the Portuguese.

Zhou Qingfeng walked into several Cantonese-opened shops and also contacted some Portuguese businessmen.Although he did not understand Cantonese and Portuguese, the translation in the market still sent him enough information.

Macau is the Portuguese’s largest trading post in the Far East and is the only pillar.Every year, dozens of galleons come from India, and the volume of freight is far less than Zhou Qingfeng thought.The biggest headache for Portuguese traders was the source of the goods, and the entire Guangdong and southeast coasts could not satisfy their sea-carrying appetite.

Zhou Qingfeng asked a Portuguese businessman who knew Chinese why he did not go to the north for trade.The answer: Ming Ting does not welcome them, and they are not familiar with Northeast Asia.Moreover, the Portuguese have limited ability, and in addition to stabilizing Macao, they are unable to expand their externals.

“What if there were merchants of the north who could bring you goods?”Zhou Qingfeng asked.

“We can swallow countless silk and porcelain, and these things can make a lot of money even if they are shipped to India.”Portuguese businessmen gave Zhou Qingfeng a wake-up call, India currently has a large number of super-rich king.These kings have accumulated huge amounts of wealth by pressing the unscrupulous people, and they have amazing purchasing power.India's cotton and grain can also be exported in large quantities and have sufficient supplies.

Both Britain and the Netherlands had the East India Company, and the European powers had invested their power in India, for a reason.That is, India is weak and rich, this fat everyone wants to pounce on a bite.

"Read the book, walk a thousand miles."Zhou Qingfeng felt that he was right to come out and walk, otherwise he really did not know that India is actually a huge market.But there is also a depressing news that there is no slave trade in Macau, and no one is selling horses.Because the horse is very delicate, the death rate of ocean transportation is too high, and no one has been transported to the Far East.

As for the maritime forces of the Far East, of course, the Spaniards were the strongest, the Dutch were second, the Portuguese were third, and the British were the worst.But even the worst British people can mobilize a fleet of five or six gunboats to sweep across several countries in Southeast Asia at any time, with no rivals.

Zhou Qingfeng's eyebrows were wrinkled, and the "Revolutionary Army" fleet was being launched at the speed of a standard steamboat every month.If it comes next year, as more skilled workers become more and more skilled, this watering speed will be doubled.But there are more and more ships, but the sea power of the traversal is still very weak.

“The performance of the chessboard and the training of Dongtianfudi are combined to tilt a little in the direction of the army.”Considering that the major powers in Southeast Asia are all navies, Zhou Qingfeng felt that he also had to strengthen the navy accordingly.Otherwise, if the grandchildren call, the fun will be big.

On the docks of the port of Macau are docked several large armed merchant ships, all of which are hung with a large number of sails and sails, and countless sail cables are densely hung on the hull.The largest sailing ship has a displacement of at least a thousand tons, the hull is more than fifty meters, and the mast is twenty or thirty meters high, which is very huge.

As Zhou Qingfeng approached, he could feel that this large ship had similar strength to the church, and seemed to be blessed by some kind of magic and had a very strong fighting power.Every ship is like a castle at sea.

Every year in May and June, the Portuguese set sail from Goa to carry Indian cargo to Macau.They sold goods in Macau in exchange for raw silk and other goods, and returned to Nagasaki, Japan, in exchange for Japanese silver in the fall of the same year.They would return to Goa in the autumn of the third year with silver to buy silk and porcelain.

Don't look at such a voyage back and forth takes three years.But as long as you run once, the money earned is enough for a boat to eat and eat, and spend a lifetime of money - but this is too slow to run the efficiency of the monsoon.In exchange for steamboats, not running two or three times a year has disgraced the reputation of the traversers.

This is a path of gold!

Zhou Qingfeng asked about the situation in the direction of Goa, and learned that there were indeed slave merchants and Arabian horses sales there - the earth kings of India were extremely extravagant, they liked to buy beautiful female slaves and strong male slaves, and they were also very fond of good horses, and were willing to spend thousands of dollars for this.

“Do you want to go to Goa to buy female slaves and Arabian horses?”Haha, no one has ever wanted to go to Goa.If you really want to go, you can go to my brother.He was a priest and had his own monastery in Goa.I know a lot of people in high society.”

The Portuguese who informed Zhou Qingfeng was very proud to introduce him to the contact person and briefly explained the situation of Goa.Listening to his words, he was obviously very proud of his brother.But Zhou Qingfeng smiled and patted each other's shoulders: "From now on, you also know a big man."

After that, Zhou Qingfeng touched a gold coin from his pocket and threw it into the Portuguese.His youth easily made it seem that he was a handsome maid running around with him.In fact...

The Portuguese looked foolishly at Zhou Qingfeng to leave, and then looked at the gold coins in his hand, which was strange.Until he had carefully examined the never-before-seen gold coin—the stamped gold coin was very fine, the pattern was very rich and fine, far more than the kind of market could be seen.The head on the coin...

“Did he put his face on the gold coin?”The Portuguese merchants were amazed.There are only a handful of people who have this ability this year.

The four kinds of "Melan bamboo chrysanthemum" of the "Revolutionary Army" have been widely accepted by the market.The problem of metal currency inconvenient to carry has also begun to highlight, and more convenient currencies are needed in large-scale transactions, so the "revolutionary gold coin" naturally appeared - this time the stamped on the coin is Zhou Qingfeng's own head, with a sentence printed on the back...

“The forces of revolution will whip the whole world!”

"Big man, this is definitely a big man."The Portuguese who held the gold coins was very excited, and he hurriedly followed Zhou Qingfeng's left back, annoyed why he could not hold this thigh tightly?This is the thighs made of gold!

And when the Portuguese businessman chased out of Macau, he saw a biplane rising into the sky and straight into the sky.He screamed in surprise, constantly drawing a cross in his chest to cry out for the name of God.He knew that this big man was definitely bigger than he thought.

Zhou Qingfeng left Macau and flew 2,000 kilometers west to reach near Yangon, near the Indian Ocean.After a night in the original Yangon, he flew another 2,300 kilometers across the Bay of Bengal and across the Indian subcontinent to Goa.It took a year for others to finish the voyage, and it took him only four or five days to fly.

When Zhou Qingfeng entered the city that was colonized by the Portuguese, the Santa Catarina Cathedral in the city was ringing the bell.The big bell called the Golden Bell made a melodious sound and spread throughout the city.However . . .

“This is a big slum.”Zhou Qingfeng and Guo Jiao changed into a robe to cover their faces, and when they walked into the capital of Portuguese India, they saw low houses and sewage-ridden streets.The streets are full of poor unscruples, begging, chasing passers-by and stealing.

Zhou Qingfeng, who disliked this filthy environment the least, complained: "Sooner or later there will be a great plague in this place, and then the whole city will be destroyed."

"Talbed hair" from time to time from Zhou Qingfeng's shoulders to fly, driving away the hilarious unscruples.These black-skinny guys can’t even be called “people.”They have no dignity and status, live like nasty bedbugs, and live on the remnants that the rich throw away.

When Zhou Qingfeng first arrived, he could not speak, and he was a little dazed after entering the city.Based on his geographical location as he was flying in the air, he went through the streets and alleys to find the Chinese-speaking priest brother of the Macao merchant population.

It is said that the priest had a monastery in Goa - Zhou Qingfeng was born in conflict with this religious institution, and the cross on the roof of the monastery was strongly resisting his closeness.Just ...

"This monastery is not very powerful."There are no street signs and no guides.With a headscarf, Zhou Qingfeng spent two or three hours, relying on the positioning and way of "halt hair" in the air to finally find this somewhat dilapidated monastery.

There was no one in the monastery, and Zhou Qingfeng walked directly across the gate.The sight of it almost made him think he was in the wrong place.But the front yard of the monastery came out of a large, barbed nose of the middle-aged man, saw Zhou Qingfeng very enthusiastically came up to say hello, in Portuguese hue hue said a big pass.

"I'm from China and I don't know Portuguese."He said, “Does anyone here know Chinese?”

Hearing the words of Zhou Qingfeng, the barbed middle age stood for several seconds.It was not until Zhou Qingfeng slowly eased the hijab that he opened the veil that covered his face, and he did not speak a few words that sounded like Japanese.

Ancient Cantonese is also difficult to understand, Zhou Qingfeng felt that he was simply a chicken and duck.Just when he felt that his trip was going to be ruined, a young boy of eleven or 12 years old came out from behind him, saying in Han Chinese, with less than standard standards, hello: "Lord, what do you have to say?"

The little boy’s face looked at a mestizo, a black-thin face, and an obvious malnutrition.He had a large head and an unmatched thin little figure, with yellow and messy hair, but the eyes were quite large and bright.When he came out, he bowed down with humility and became a servant.

“Are you a Han?”

“No, I’m full of trolls.I have been to many places since I was a child, so I know more than a dozen local languages.You probably need a translation.Hire me, I'm cheap.Just give me something to eat, and it would be better if I could give you some more money.”

“What is your name?”

“The locals call me Santos.Or the Lord can give me a name."

“It doesn’t matter, call you Santos.”I hired you."

I made a big bug, from Nagasaki to Goa, to the arrival of the British fleet in Northeast Asia.I write for two or three months.However, after checking the information, it was found that this time would take one year.Ancient shipping was slow—it would be a moment.