I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

This long-foreseen famine was so terrible that the entire South Asian subcontinent, especially the Deccan Plateau, was like a purgatory on earth for a while.

More than 257000 square miles of land lost or even failed to harvest, covering a total population of approximately [-] million people.

Ironically, in this year, in order to support the British and French allied forces in the European battlefield to regain Brussels' summer offensive, and to support South Africa in containing the development of the Ming Dynasty's vassal state, the British and Indian Governor John Churchill issued an order from South Africa to require India to increase wheat production. exit.

Lord Robert Bulwer Lytton, interim superintendent of Calcutta, began a scavenger hunt from the less affected Gangetic plains.

In the end, he managed to export a record 32 tons of wheat to mainland Britain and South Africa.

At the same time, Lord Lytton and other British aristocratic bureaucrats still lived a life of extravagance in Calcutta.

Under the pretext of commemorating Queen Victoria's coronation as Empress of India, he also held a grand banquet with 6 people as scheduled.

Moreover, the British side also rejected the request of some native states to replant sugar fields with food crops, saying that white sugar is an indispensable condiment for British gentlemen to drink afternoon tea. (The above are historical facts, without any exaggeration)

Even Ta Song couldn't stand such a perverse behavior.

Zhao Xingzhen stroked the big Indian emerald ring she had just bought, and said in surprise, "The British are so cruel. Isn't Victoria afraid that Li Chuang and Hong Yang will appear among the Indians?"

No one could answer Zhao Xingzhen's confusion.

Indeed, if she and Victoria switched bodies, it is still unclear who would be the more bastard.

On April 4st, April Fool's Day, God seems to have made a black and humorous joke.

The court of the Tartar Song Dynasty opened warehouses to release grain.

Lord Sotna raised his saber and tortured grain from house to house in the Brahmin Manor.

It is not so much disaster relief as it is search.

After all, the Tatar Song Dynasty and the Brahman monks have not yet formed a high-level community of interests.

When the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs, the Manchu Qing easily took away the tax money of the great Confucian scholars in the south of the Yangtze River that Chongzhen could not collect until his death.

What's more, what should be collected and what should not be collected are all taken away.

The great Confucian scholars in the south of the Yangtze River dare not fart.

At most, he was like Qian Qianyi, after learning from the pain, he remembered Daming again, and started to support the anti-Qing movement again.

This shows that tax collection is actually a very simple matter.

As long as there is money, there will be taxes.

The key is to see exactly where your butt is sitting.

In the early Qing Dynasty, it was possible to collect taxes from Jiangnan gentry, but by the end of the Qing Dynasty, it was gradually unable to collect taxes.

It's not that the knife is blunt, but the buttocks on both sides are slowly sitting together.

But now, the newly arrived Tartar Song just took advantage of the disaster to rob Brahmins and Kshatriya landowners.

Of course, the traditional performing arts of the Song Dynasty - layers of deductions are also indispensable.

Sotna and Zhao Xingzhen probably couldn't figure out how much of the landlord's money would end up in the victims' pockets.

But even if the so-called disaster relief is just an excuse in the end, and the porridge given to those Indian mud legs in the end is drier and clearer than the water of the Ganges, at least there is a gesture of the Song Dynasty.

In India, such behavior can be called the highest kindness.

In this regard, the old Churchill who was far away in London said in an arrogant tone. "This is the blasphemy of liberty and human rights by the Tatars. The famine is God's judgment on the lazy people!"

From Pujrat to West Bengal, tens of millions, tens of millions of skinny Indians fell to their deaths on the roadsides and fields like humble weeds in the autumn wind.

They didn't have the courage to shout out that sentence until their death: "Sprinkle the white skin, rather have the seed?"

Most of them may have hated the world and the British, but in the end, they chose to die "peacefully" in order to reincarnate into a good family and become friends of the British in the next life. In turn enslaves others.

There are also very few people who feel that the world should not be like this, but they don't know what it should be.

But soon, they knew what to do.

5 month 27 day.

A cargo ship full of 【Whip of Shiva】 docked at Gavori.

Gavori sounded the whistle, and finally brought the Hinduism Zhu Shiva wealth to India!

Soon, an ancient ghost began to hover over Andhra Pradesh, which was extremely poor but proved to have the best mass base.

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Angry!

Chapter 781 The Phantom Reappears

"Gayile is also a small country in the West. In the sixth year of Yongle, Zheng He sent an imperial edict to invite Jin Qi and gauze. In the ninth year, its chief, Ge Bu Zhe Ma, sent an envoy to present the table and pay tribute to the party. He was ordered to give a banquet and Crown belts, colored coins, and precious banknotes. Ten years, and then make the country, and then three people pay tribute. Xuande five years, and restore the country. Eight years, together with Adam and other eleven countries to pay tribute."

——"Ming History Volume 320 Six Biography 2"

The southeast port of Andhra Pradesh, India, Gawari, was called Gayil in ancient times. While believing in Hinduism, it has its own independent language, Telugu.

It can be said that Andhra Pradesh has been a tributary state of the Ming Dynasty since ancient times, and it was a clean and hygienic dog that Zheng He accepted when he went to the West.

And in later generations, this is also one of the main areas of activity of the mysterious power in India that is inextricably linked to China.

If there is any hope for India, a country plagued by chronic diseases, then Andhra Pradesh may barely be regarded as a seed of hope.

Of course, today, in 1876, everything is very different.

Times have changed and times have changed. Except for some princes in Andhra Pradesh who may have collected porcelain brought by Zheng He, the vast majority of local people no longer remember the huge Chinese fleet.

For hundreds of years, the Andhra people have been ruled by the Mughal Empire and the British successively, and have lost their independence and freedom. Today, this place is also one of the most severely famine-ravaged areas.

From the perspective of Chinese people, this place is considered a heaven-sent land.

There are two rivers in the state, the Dawali River and the Heihe River. The coastal plain area has fertile soil, heavy rainfall, developed agriculture, and is rich in rice.

The inland plateau area has less rainfall, poor soil quality and sparse population, but the livestock industry is well developed.

Tobacco is also grown here.

Churchill and his son's favorite Trichinopoly cigars are produced here.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for such a geomantic land to suffer from famine. Even if there is a temporary drought, the grain stored in the government's granary is enough to relieve the urgent need.

However, a person covered in robes is not a silkworm farmer.

The resources produced in Andhra Pradesh were plundered by the British and the landowners, and the farmers lived in extreme poverty.

Even until later generations, Andhra Pradesh was still one of the poorest regions in India.

You know, India's per capita GDP is only over US$1900.

The concept of GDP1900 US dollars is very unfamiliar to ordinary Chinese, especially the new generation.

But as long as you understand that Congo, known for its population explosion and economic backwardness, has a per capita GDP of 2200 US dollars, Ghana, where black people carry coffins, has a per capita GDP of 2222 US dollars, and Laos, a mountainous country with the worst natural conditions in Southeast Asia, has a per capita GDP of 2626 US dollars. Dollar.

It is clear at a glance how poor India is.

Andhra Pradesh is also at the bottom of such a poor India.

To put it bluntly, the lives of the people here are almost the same as those in places like Burkina Faso and Zimbabwe.

It is such extreme poverty, as well as natural endowments at your fingertips, and extremely unfair distribution that make Andhra Pradesh finally become a fertile ground for the growth of mysterious red power.

And now, there is also a red color with the opposite meaning controlling here, that is the red of the British lobster soldiers.

Like the British army in Cape Town, South Africa, the British army stationed in Andhra Pradesh also did not change their uniforms, and they were still dressed in eye-catching red.

In fact, the grassroots British army prefers this lobster suit.

Because this is the pride handed down when the British Empire entered the Victorian era and reached the peak of relative national power among all empires in human history.

Several proud lobster soldiers guarded Mr. Boris from Calcutta.

And Mr. Boris commanded Indian security officers and coolies forced from Andhra Pradesh to transport cart after cart of tobacco.

Boris said to a man wearing a turban next to him: "Singer, we must speed up the time. Her Majesty's coronation commemoration ceremony will be held soon. Without these tobaccos, the guests from London and Persia will not be able to enjoy themselves." Have fun time!"

"Mr. Boris, too many people are dying of hunger, and the famine has prevented us from having enough labor and, of course, not enough cattle."

Singer said awkwardly in curry-like English, "The boys who went to the war haven't returned yet? Isn't the Chinese emperor already gone?"

"'Operation Dragon Hunting' is also part of our tribute to Her Majesty the Queen, how can we understand it rashly?"

Boris spread his hands, "At least we must act like we have tried our best..."

There is another point that Boris did not say clearly.

How dare gentlemen of Calcutta bring Indian troops back now that there is a famine on this scale?

These mud-legged untouchables starved to death, and those Indian colonial troops had guns in their hands after all.

In case of being instigated by some ambitious person again, wouldn't the large-scale riot more than ten years ago have to be staged again?

Shaking his head, Boris would never say such words to the guy beside him.

Although Singh was a brave Sikh who was loyal to the British Empire, although Singh's family members died under the iron hoof of the Tatars, and he had blood feuds with the Tatars and Ming people, he was just an Indian. people only.

You are loyal to the Empire, but is the Empire loyal to you?

This is a hurdle that all naturalized people must face.

Singh was doomed by his Indian origin, and though his loyalty was impeccable, English gentlemen would not regard him as one of their own.

Just as Boris was sitting in the carriage, taking out his cigarette papers and planning to roll a cigarette to relieve his fatigue, a loud noise suddenly exploded in his ears.

The huge impact wave overturned the carriage, and Boris was thrown five or six meters away.

He was horrified to see Indians wearing uniforms emerged from the dry and withered woods on both sides.

This costume is so familiar to Boris!

A white shirt, khaki overalls, a yellow hat, a red scarf, and a schoolbag with the damn red piggy on it!

If it weren't for the brown skin of these guys, they were obviously Indians, and Boris almost thought it was the servants of the Ming people in North America!

But no matter who came, Boris knew very well that the person who came was not good.

He hastily ran up behind Singer.

The authentic Anza Lobster Soldiers he brought were actually only five people.

Because according to common sense, it is just to find Indian mud legs to collect agricultural products. Counting that I have six noble British gentlemen, it is enough to deter these brown untouchables.

But now it is clear that things have changed.

These docile, peaceful Indians were as violent as a woman walking alone.

The situation is precarious!

Chapter 782 Fighting is not good, speech is good

Fortunately, Boris knows that the Sikh security team of more than 80 people in the hands of Andhra Pradesh Sheriff Singh is still very brave.

Appointing northern Sikhs to the south to manage the southern Indians is also considered the traditional skill of the British Empire to manage its colonies.

At the same time, among the armed forces that suddenly appeared, an Indian with a lead plate on his chest began to shout with a loudspeaker.

While shouting, he also took off his clothes and showed his piggy page tattoo.

Those Andhra people who were caught transporting tobacco immediately dispersed.

Many of them did not forget to stuff a handful of tobacco or food into their bosoms when they fled, and then staggered away.

"Damn it, what are they talking about? Aren't these guys Vaishya and Sudra? How dare they run away!" Boris asked angrily.

Singer shook his head and said, "Mr. Boris, what they speak is not Urdu or Hindi, but Telugu, and I can't understand it..."

"Damn it, how many languages ​​do you have in India? Do you still mean to call yourself an Indian?" Boris said angrily.

"This... I don't think I'm an Indian either... It's because you guys called us Indians after you came here..." Singer spread his hands.

Generally speaking, both Boris and Singer were quite calm, and they even chatted leisurely.

Because there is a common sense in India that one British can beat five Sikhs, and one Sikh can beat fifty Indian Dalits.

Boris and Singh were not sure about each other's caste, but judging from their skin color, they were probably of lower castes such as Sudra and Vaisya.

It’s good for these guys to be alive. They don’t have the time to exercise and learn fighting skills. They are not qualified to be farmers, let alone fighters.

So five British soldiers and eighty Sikh puppet troops here are enough to wipe out the two hundred strange guys who suddenly appeared.