Chapter 130

Zhang Siwei actually wanted to present books, but he could not see the Emperor. He was only a court official, not a minister of the inner court. Without a summons, he could not run to the Wenhua Hall to request an audience. To see the Emperor, one had to follow the proper procedures.

When he took the 'Treasured Mirror of Mathematics' to find Ge Shouli, Ge Shouli already had this fifty-five-volume mathematical masterpiece in his hands; when he took the 'Treasured Mirror' to find Wan Shihe, Wan Shihe, as Minister of Rites, wanted to take the 'Western Mathematics' produced by the Ministry of Rites to claim credit; when Zhang Siwei wanted to find Zhang Juzheng, Zhang Juzheng's Quanchu Guild Hall was under renovation.

Therefore, this heaven-sent merit had nothing to do with Zhang Siwei.

The young Emperor felt that Zhang Siwei lacked a heart of reverence.

Chen Lin took seven hydrofoil sailboats and headed toward Luzon. It took him three hours to depart from the Songjiang Prefecture Maritime Trade Office and reach Ningbo Shuangyu—the very private trade port where Zhu Wan and Lu Tang had broken the Japanese pirates and Zhu Wan had been forced to commit suicide. Departing from this private port, it took him twenty hours to reach the Zhangzhou Yuegang Maritime Trade Office in Fuzhou Prefecture, Fujian. There, Chen Lin communicated and exchanged information with Luo Gongchen, the Assistant Prefect of Coastal Defense, at the Military Provisions Hall.

Not all hydrofoil sailboats were suitable for long voyages. Two hydrofoil sailboats, because they were truly unsuitable for sailing in ocean waves, had to head to Guangzhou Prefecture for coastal navigation surveys. Chen Lin departed from Yuegang and headed to the Penghu Police Inspectorate. Three hours later, Chen Lin arrived at the Penghu Police Inspectorate.

In the 42nd year of Jiajing, the Penghu Police Inspectorate was re-established to defend against Japanese pirates, with a total of 1,153 laborers sent to build a stockade. In the 45th year of Jiajing, the Penghu Police Inspectorate was abolished again.

In the fifth month of the third year of Wanli, Pang Shangpeng, the Governor of Fujian, submitted a memorial stating: "Penghu is only one day's journey from Quanzhou, stretching far and wide; I fear it will be occupied by Japanese pirates. I propose that the Southern Route Mobile Corps Commander guard it during the flood season to prepare against sea bandits."

Yu Dayou requested the establishment of ten police inspectorates to patrol the Great Ming coastline. This was not shooting without a target, but carefully planned based on the memorials of the Governors of Yingtian, Songjiang, Zhejiang, Fujian, and Liangguang, and Yu Dayou's many years of campaigning to pacify the Japanese pirates.

Although the stockade of the Penghu Police Inspectorate was dilapidated, it could still be used.

On the 17th day of the sixth month of the third year of Wanli, Chen Lin departed from the Penghu Police Inspectorate again and, in two and a half hours, reached the Xinglong Wharf in Wannian Prefecture (Kaohsiung, Taiwan). This was a natural deep-water port, desolate and uninhabited, covered in dense forests. Chen Lin keenly sensed that the timber for Great Ming shipbuilding could be obtained from here in the future.

After replenishing fresh water, Chen Lin headed south all the way and, in eighteen hours, reached the Miyang Port in Miyang County—the place where Yin Zhengmao, Deng Zilong, Liang Shouyu, and Lin Afeng had first arrived from Guangzhou to attack Luzon.

After resting for a day, Chen Lin headed south again, toward Manila. This time it took ten hours to reach Manila, where he disembarked at the Manila port.

This round of jolting left Chen Lin's lips pale, like a water ghost crawling out of the water. His journey this time had been too long—from Songjiang to Tianjin, back from Tianjin to Songjiang, and then south from Songjiang Prefecture to Manila. Such intense travel made Chen Lin feel dizzy and lightheaded as soon as he stepped ashore, as if the earth itself were jolting.

Chen Lin rested for two days to recover his color before meeting with the Viceroy of Luzon, Yin Zhengmao; the Regional Commander of Luzon, Zhang Yuanxun; the Deputy Regional Commander of Luzon, Liang Shouyu; the Assistant Regional Commander, Deng Zilong; and the Garrison Commander, Lin Afeng. He also saw a three-masted galleon that had already begun to sail, possessing 24 pairs (48) of oars and 144 oarsmen.

It was indeed not good enough. Yin Zhengmao realized he had overestimated it; it was fine for bullying the natives, but it couldn't bully the current Great Ming.

"Greetings, Viceroy Yin." Chen Lin saluted with a military salute. Yin Zhengmao held total authority over Luzon's military, political, financial, and civil affairs; calling him the King of Luzon would not be an exaggeration. However, Yin Zhengmao was not very interested in being a king. Even ignoring the moral aspect, Luzon currently lacked the support of the Great Ming court. If he failed, he and the Luzon royal descendants would end up no differently—Luzon would still be a Spanish viceroyalty.

After the salute, Chen Lin cleared his throat and said, "There is an imperial edict. Yin Zhengmao, Zhang Yuanxun, and others, receive the edict."

"By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees:"

"The Grand Coordinator is in the far south, having pacified the accumulated bandits and brought peace to the people—this is an unprecedented merit. However, recently, human hearts are not as they were; there is much dissent. Driven by jealousy and holding onto the views of the mediocre, they only wish to favor their own private interests, regardless of whether it is convenient for the state. Just like the victory in Luzon last year, the whole court was terrified, thinking it should not be accepted, fearing it would hurt the hearts of distant people and disrupt trade. Those who chattered still had after-the-fact criticisms, saying that those who are good at fighting should be punished."

"I know that the Grand Coordinator and the others have worked hard."

"To govern a chaotic state, use heavy codes. Guangzhou is a chaotic state; if its momentum is not shaken by military might, the treacherous will not fear, and the good people will have no reliance."

"Recording the merit of pacifying bandits and Japanese pirates, I hereby specially promote the Grand Coordinator to Right Regional Commander of the Rear Military Commission and Viceroy of Luzon. Discussing the merit of pacifying sea bandits in Luzon, I confer the title of Marquis of Sishui, with an annual salary of 800 piculs of grain. I hereby specially promote Zhang Yuanxun to Dragon and Tiger General and Regional Commander of Luzon. Discussing the merit of pacifying sea bandits in Luzon, I confer the title of Marquis of Yingyang, with an annual salary of 800 piculs of grain. Liang Shouyu, Deng Zilong, and others are each promoted three grades."

"Only Heaven can witness this thread of loyalty!"

"Following the established laws of successive dynasties, spreading virtue and bestowing grace, I issue this edict to the world so that all may hear and know."

"Respect this."

"Your subjects kowtow and thank the imperial grace." Yin Zhengmao and the others were stunned for a long time after hearing the edict before thanking him. The Emperor had conferred two marquisates, both hereditary, one to Yin Zhengmao and one to Zhang Yuanxun, with everyone else receiving promotions.

Zhang Yuanxun took the seal and ribbon and remained silent for a long time before blankly asking, "Grand Coordinator, are you really not a royal relative who fell into the common world?"

"I suppose not." Yin Zhengmao also looked at the edict, unable to believe it. He himself was not sure whether he was a royal relative or not.

Deng Zilong also blankly asked, "Are you not?"

"I suppose not." Yin Zhengmao repeatedly recalled his childhood—when he wasn't good at studying, his biological father had picked up a door-bar as thick as an arm and almost beaten him to death—and was certain he was indeed biological, not a royal relative who had fallen into the common world.

For Great Ming military men, getting a word of praise from the court was already good; if they could get a few rewards, they would thank Heaven and Earth. How could they dare to covet something like a marquisate? Although Yin Zhengmao was a civil service examination graduate, the things he did all day had basically nothing to do with civil officials.

The officials in Luzon would rather believe Yin Zhengmao was a royal relative than believe that the court had actually started conferring marquisates, treating civil and military officials equally. If there was merit, the court really rewarded it!

"Your Majesty and the Senior Grand Secretary have two letters." Chen Lin took out two letters and handed them to Yin Zhengmao.

In the imperial court, there was still no lack of a group of lowly scholars chattering and submitting memorials, talking nonsense, jealous of Yin Zhengmao's merits, using their own jealousy and mediocre insights to satisfy their private interests, regardless of whether the state needed it.

Zhu Yijun's response to this was extremely uniform: If you're not convinced, hold it in. If you have the ability, run to Luzon and wipe out Yin Zhengmao and the others.

Chen Lin and Yin Zhengmao engaged in an in-depth exchange regarding issues such as the Luzon Military Provisions Hall, the Maritime Trade Office, the Police Inspectorate, port berths, and ship construction. He conveyed Yu Dayou's thoughts on Great Ming coastal defense, and Yin Zhengmao supplemented them. In a warm atmosphere, the two sides concluded this meeting.

Yin Zhengmao said quite affirmatively, "During the Yongle years, the Great Ming established a Viceroy in Luzon, built a Great Ming Street, and governed Luzon for more than twenty years. Later, Xu Chailao's descendants never submitted memorials to request titles again, and the court no longer headed south to the Western Ocean. Luzon changed from a Great Ming Viceroyalty back into a tributary state."

"It wasn't until the end of the Jiajing years, when the Japanese pirates in the southeast were in turmoil and Luzon lost its country due to the 'cowhide' incident, that the court heard the news and issued an edict ordering the Dutch to withdraw from Luzon and return the government to the Luzon royal descendants."

"The Dutch were lawless, wantonly slaughtering and insulting Han people and natives. The people of Luzon suffered deeply and were in unbearable misery. The imperial army mourned the people and punished the crimes; this is the 'pacification of a chaotic state'."

"The Luzon royal descendants were all killed, with no descendants to inherit, so I am using the Viceroyalty to educate the ten thousand people of Luzon."

This is the Great Ming's legal basis for Luzon.

No matter what the Dutch say, they are also brutal rulers and colonizers. The Great Ming is the imperial army recovering its ancestral land. If the Luzon royal descendants hadn't all been killed by the Dutch, the court would have been happy to continue conferring titles upon them. It's just that there are no descendants left, right?

This is the face of scholars—they can turn black into white. Clearly, it was a battle for the key position of Luzon, but with a flick of the tongue, it became "the imperial army mourning the people and punishing the crimes."

The Luzon royal lineage has also changed several times, from the initial Han Viceroy to later Arabs. This issue is actually very complex, but generally speaking, the Su Lu Sultanate that ruled Luzon had three kings who all paid tribute to the Great Ming, especially the Eastern King of the Su Lu Sultanate, who is buried in Dezhou, Shandong, so the connection between the Great Ming and Luzon is extremely close.

Now that Luzon has been wiped out by the Dutch, the Great Ming must do something. If it does nothing, the overseas natives will inevitably look down on China and invade the coastal borders.

Chen Lin said with great emotion, "The logic is the logic, but the barbarians fear might and do not cherish virtue; they are all wolf-faced and beast-hearted. The nature of the captives is only to discuss strength and weakness. Once a grudge is formed, the retaliation is endless! The Grand Coordinator should still be careful."

Yin Zhengmao said with a smile, "If they can't win on the battlefield, they naturally won't listen to my logic. If they can win on the battlefield, they have to accept it even if they don't listen, right?"

After hearing this, Chen Lin knew that Yin Zhengmao had not become arrogant or underestimated the thieves because of a temporary victory. He leaned to the side and said, "Bai Yin entering the Ming—the court's lords are concerned about it. The Senior Grand Secretary asked me to go to the Quanchu Guild Hall to ask if the Luzon ships would arrive at port on schedule this year. Extracting maritime taxes is one, the Single Whip Law is two, and the court's regulation of all things is three. This matter is of great importance, so I am inquiring a little."

The Great Ming border regions are now paying military salaries in kind. The court sending silver to the border regions is a combination of the salt tax and the silver tax. If the court has no silver, it cannot regulate the circulation of all things in the Great Ming. The decrease in the amount of silver flowing into the Great Ming will inevitably cause an increase in anti-tax sentiment. It is indeed of great importance and the key to the new policy.

Yin Zhengmao looked toward the east and said, "They have already come. They have already reached Cebu Island, and their vanguard has already arrived near Panglao Island. My department is planning to send envoys to communicate. Whether to fight or make peace, we will do as we please."

Chen Lin asked suspiciously, "Who is going?"

"Deng Zilong and his mistress, the Dutch woman Lorian." When Yin Zhengmao said these two names, his expression was extremely complex. It would be better to just chop this Dutch woman named Lorian with a knife. The good Assistant Regional Commander Deng Zilong had become even more unrestrained.

Chen Lin asked curiously, "What makes the Grand Coordinator so troubled?"

"Nothing." Yin Zhengmao shook his head.

If you look at public and private matters separately, from a private perspective, Deng Zilong and Lorian's fooling around at most counts as damaging public morals. From a public perspective, Lorian is of great benefit to the Great Ming's translation of many Western books, such as mathematics, Western ship methods, etc., especially in the supervision of the construction of the three-masted galleon, where Lorian provided huge help.

So, it's just damaging public morals; let them be a pair of scoundrels together.

Deng Zilong asked Chen Lin for advice on how to operate the hydrofoil sailboat. Operating this kind of ship requires body weight and great strength, and it is an extremely jolting ship that requires stable lower-body strength. Deng Zilong lacked none of these.

Soon, Deng Zilong was able to operate Chen Lin's vehicle, flying and frolicking on the sea. Deng Zilong and the hydrofoil sailboat were a perfect match; Deng Zilong was full of the spirit of adventure.

On the 27th day of the sixth month, Deng Zilong took Lorian out to sea, heading to Panglao Island, preparing to have a good talk with the galleon fleet.

"Can you put on your pants?" Deng Zilong adjusted the hydrofoil sailboat. The speed was not very fast, and the ship was floating and sinking on the water surface. Lorian's behavior was indeed damaging to public morals.

There were only two people on the ship. Lorian simply didn't wear pants at all, wearing a linen long shirt that just covered her buttocks. Her mysterious areas were looming, and her wheat-colored skin was shining like tung oil under the seawater and sunlight.

Lorian put her long legs on the ship, her big toes constantly rubbing against Deng Zilong's legs, and said with a smile, "Cunning man, you like me like this very much. Of course, in private. I am a devout believer, an extremely conservative nun, but you turned me into this, my devil."

Deng Zilong looked out at the water, checked the wind, then stared at the compass, kicked away Lorian's mischievous feet, and shook his head, saying, "After you take a bath, you become completely different from before."

Lorian widened her eyes, incredibly surprised, and said, "Then what do you like, before or now? Wow, is it before? Your taste is so unique. Do you like the smell of strong fox odor mixed with alcohol and perfume? I don't like it. If you like the old me, I have no way to change back to my original appearance."

Deng Zilong remembered Lorian's previous appearance, shuddered violently, and said with full disgust, "Can you not mention before? I actually find it very difficult to understand. The Portuguese can cross the ocean. Are you really as you say, able to dominate the entire West, without a single opponent, successively defeating the Arabs and rebuilding the kingdom, defeating the Falanxi five times, and the damn English hating you to the bone but having no way to deal with you?"

"But why do you insist on not taking baths?"

Lorian shook her brownish-red hair, tilted her head, and gave an inviting smile, saying, "I knew you didn't like it. When you were inquiring about intelligence everywhere in Manila, your eyes were full of disgust."

"This question of yours is slightly complex. We need a long time to talk about it. My mighty sir, have you considered lowering the sails so we can have a good talk?"

"Just talk?" Deng Zilong began to lower the sails section by section. He was very curious about this question, which also involved the results of his mission. It was just like fighting a war; if you don't understand your opponent, if you don't know the enemy, how can you win?

Deng Zilong knew Lorian very well. If you want Lorian to open her mouth to speak, you need to feed her mouth first—both the upper and lower ones.

"If there were a spring of water, and after drinking it you would live forever, what would you Easterners do?" Lorian, full of food and drink, lay lazily and full of charm on the deck, straightened her feet, let the sunlight sprinkle on her feet, and playfully changed various shadows.

Deng Zilong thought for a while and said, "Of course, drink it."

Lorian said slightly distractedly, "If it were us, the Spanish, we would have to destroy it. Only God can bestow eternal life, not this heretical spring that bestows eternity on life. So, destroy it. The Fountain of Youth is the only stupid act we can and must do."

"Isn't it very stupid?"

Deng Zilong seriously savored Lorian's words. Nun Lorian's words were thought-provoking, but treating the Fountain of Youth as the unchanging law of the ancient kings had a wonderful similarity.

He smiled and said, "It's not stupid. It's just like the Confucian scholars in our Great Ming who are always clamoring to emulate the Three Dynasties. Soldiers win battles and need to self-smear to protect themselves. We also face such a predicament, or to put it more popularly, shackles—layer upon layer of shackles."

"Indestructible shackles that bind everyone in the world, moving forward with difficulty."

Zhu Yijun preferred to call this kind of thing a "thought steel seal" or "thought imprisonment and binding." Of course, Deng Zilong describing it as shackles was also very appropriate.

"Confucian scholars, are your Confucian scholars clergy?" Lorian frowned slightly, trying to understand the various phenomena of the Great Ming with her cognition. This great empire of the Great Ming also had its dark side, and its dark side had already obscured the light of more than half the empire.

The Senior Grand Secretary and Emperor in their mouths were doing their best to bring light back to the land of the Great Ming.

Deng Zilong thought for a while and said quite affirmatively, "You can understand it that way."

"Do your Confucian scholars steal taxes like the clergy?" Lorian blinked and asked with a smile.

Deng Zilong said quite earnestly, "They do."

"They are as damn as the clergy." Lorian continued to ask, "Are your Confucian scholars also hypocritical, compassionate in front of people, but beasts behind their backs? On the surface, they seem to be the embodiment of morality, but in private, they will do all kinds of evil things?"

"Yes." Deng Zilong thought for a while and nodded, saying, "In the court gazette sent by Regional Commander Chen, one thing was recorded. In Lu Shi, Shanzhou, Henan Prefecture, taking advantage of the locust plague, they occupied farmland, and the people suffered. As a result, they were sued by the Left Administration Commissioner who entered the capital to report on his duties. They did all kinds of evil; they did all the evil things you can think of and things you can't think of."

"There was an old man driving a donkey cart to Hancheng to sell goods. The donkey on the cart defecated near the courtyard wall of the Lu Shi family's house. The Lu Shi family's retainers refused to be lenient, and the old man finally had to eat the donkey dung."

"And then?" Lorian asked after a moment of silence.

Hearing this, Deng Zilong smiled and said, "He was thrown into the Dissection Institute by His Majesty. His Majesty wanted to know if the head of the Lu Shi family and those servants were wolf-hearted and dog-lunged, able to do such things."

Lorian sighed and said, "Look, you Great Ming people can still fantasize about the Emperor solving these dirty things, but we Spanish cannot."

"Our King, Philip II, created the Invincible Armada and established the first empire in the world on which the sun never sets. The radiance of the sun forever shines on the territory of our Spain. What a great achievement! But his wife, as long as she was cleaned, could have survived, yet she died in pain."

"We cannot leave religion, just as fish cannot leave water, even if we all know it should be abandoned, because we cannot do it."

Deng Zilong looked at Lorian helplessly and said, "You are proud of your country, which is normal. I also think my Great Ming is invincible, and our Great Ming has indeed been invincible. But when you are proud, can you not puff out your chest?"

Lorian said with a full smile, swinging back and forth, "Don't you like them the most?"

"Can your Great Ming leave Confucian scholars? Or rather, the religion disguised as a school of thought created by Confucian scholars."

"It's very difficult. I can't do it; it has to be His Majesty and the Senior Grand Secretary. They should be able to. Actually, at the beginning of the dynasty, our Great Ming didn't have this trouble. Confucian scholars couldn't do this." Deng Zilong shook his head and said.

Lorian looked at the blue sky, watched the seabirds flying in the sky, and watched the sea fish jumping out of the water, splashing crystal-clear water. That was what she wanted—it was called freedom.

She sighed and said, "So you want to break free from the shackles, and you have hope of breaking free from the shackles. And our King also wants to break free from the shackles that bind him and the kingdom, just like I want to take a bath, strongly looking forward to it."

"A woman as beautiful as me, with lice crawling on my head all day, it's too disgusting. Sorry, I won't say it anymore."

Deng Zilong thought for a while and asked, "You can take a bath now, and you are indeed extremely beautiful. Is it very difficult to break free from the shackles?"

Lorian nodded and said, "Of course it's difficult. I also had to become a captive to be able to take a bath freely. My master asked me to take a bath, so I had to take a bath."

"It seems I was fooled. You were a captive on purpose." Deng Zilong said with a smile.

Lorian continued, "It's as difficult as you wanting to get rid of Confucian scholars. Clergy, or religion, has already penetrated into the bones and blood of the empire. If you want to kill them, the empire will die. One day, the great empire on which the sun never sets will be shrouded in darkness and return to its original position."

"More than a thousand years ago, you called the Arabs 'Green-Clothed Arabs', and we called them Berbers. They crossed the Strait of Gibraltar, stepped into the territory of the West, and occupied the Andalusia region nourished by the Guadalquivir River. This is the most fertile land in Spain."

"The resistance continued until the kingdoms of Castile and Aragon formed a coalition. More than a hundred years ago, we drove away the 'Green-Clothed Arabs'. Eighty-three years ago, we broke through the last stronghold of the 'Green-Clothed Arabs', Granada, which was considered the completion of the restoration of the country and the end of the reconquest."

"Castile is a vast, barren plateau where you can only raise sheep."

"And the northeast is the Catalonia region, a plain washed by the Ebro River. This is land obtained through marriage."

"Andalusia is still an autonomous state, Castile is a barren plateau, and Catalonia is the most prosperous autonomous state."

"Did you hear any problems?"

Deng Zilong thought seriously and said, "Scattered, just like the canvas of this sailboat; it needs a mast to connect them together."

Lorian said helplessly, "Look, you, a stranger, heard my narrative and could hear the key problem."

"Yes, scattered. So we cannot get rid of the shackles of religion, because while it is a shackle, it is also the bond that connects us all together. Without religion, we are a plate of loose sand. So we don't take baths, because the doctrine doesn't allow it."

"In fact, we have been trying to replace this bond that connects all our scattered territories. Bai Yin was the bond we found, but gold and silver are not without any price. Bai Yin once briefly combined us closely, and then silver became a nightmare."

"We in Spain have a total of five million people, but our clergy exceeds two hundred thousand. They control a large amount of wealth. They use the doctrine to refuse to pay taxes, but the massive influx of silver has made prices become a man-eating devil as silver increases. The King needs to maintain huge war expenditures, and the Invincible Armada can only roam the Mediterranean, which has exhausted all the King's savings."

"A vicious cycle has begun. The King needs to ask the clergy for money, so he needs to compromise. These clergy members know their role and will not pay taxes even more, needing more compromises in exchange for tax money."

"You may not be able to understand. With the Great Ming's vast territory and huge population, no matter how much gold and silver flows in, your Great Ming can greedily swallow it, and no matter how much it eats, it is still so hungry."

Deng Zilong said with a smile, "I can understand; it's not difficult."

The problems encountered by the Portuguese and the Great Ming are almost the same—the national treasury is in huge deficit, the court is begging for food everywhere, and the powerful are rich as oil. It's just that the Great Ming's violence is still in the hands of the court, but the Portuguese's violence is already in the hands of religion.

To put it more simply, Philip II of Portugal wants to rebel.

When Lorian said this, she was extremely depressed and said, "In the Greek Academy of Florence, people talk about Roman civilization and culture every day, so the most popular activity in the West is the Grand Tour, or study tour. The Grand Tour activity comes from all over the West—Northern Italy, Falanxi, Germany, England, and even Tsarist Russia. The nobles, elites, and scholars of these places move around, visit, travel, communicate, exchange, and discuss mathematics and art."

"Except for our Spanish Kingdom."

Lorian was a very knowledgeable daughter. Her noble education from childhood made her full of longing for travel. She wanted to go to other places to study, but the Grand Tour activity spreading throughout the West did not include Spain, so she could only take a ship to sea, looking for a place to study. Along the way, she only saw children of nature who didn't even wear clothes.

"And then I was captured by the mighty general of the East, whether it's my heart or my body, it's like this." Lorian said with a smile.

Lorian became Deng Zilong's captive, but she gained the freedom she longed for. Logically speaking, captivity is a forced personal attachment relationship. Lorian should have lost the greatest freedom, but in fact, Deng Zilong treated her more as a mistress. When things were good, they were like glue and lacquer; when things were bad, they could just break up.

So, Lorian gained freedom through the status of a captive.

"We're here." Deng Zilong looked at Panglao Island not far away and said with a smile.

Chen Lin's question had a clear answer: the Portuguese could not give up maritime trade, so the large ships would inevitably arrive at port on schedule.

The famous saying of Philip II of Spain: "I would rather abdicate than rule over heretics." The problems of the Great Ming and Spain are actually so similar. Seeking monthly votes, Awoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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