Seeing that Chen Youlong had never made a decision, Li Mingxun said: "My Lord, we overseas Chinese have the same roots and origins as the people of the Ming Dynasty and have always protected the Ming court. Even though the massacre in Wanli 31 years, Emperor Shenzong also issued a "Edict to Luzon". Although he had not sent troops, he promoted his power in Luzon. The Western Barbarians were frightened, so that they could maintain peace between the Chinese in Luzon. In the 22nd year of Wanli, the then governor of Fujian heard that merchants and overseas Chinese who went to Luzon to make a living were persecuted. He also sent seven officials to Luzon and evacuated more than 3,000 people in Zhang and Quan. They are all well documented. You can also follow this old example."

Chen Youlong was secretly complaining in his heart that he didn't know much about overseas affairs, but he saw that Li Mingxun was very good at saying that he could not be false, so he believed it a little. If there were old rules to follow, he would not be afraid of something going on.

"Since that's the case, I am willing to write a letter to the governor. This matter is urgent. One day earlier, it will take less time for overseas Chinese to suffer. Mr. Li, please briefly introduce the tragedy of the previous year and the Western barbarians in Manila. I am also ready." Chen Youlong said immediately.

Li Mingxun quickly took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, served him personally, and told everything about the Philippines that he knew. After listening to it, Chen Youlong wrote quickly. The letter was sharp and his words were like a knife. He expressed his anger at the thief of Chongzhen as the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, and threatened with the maritime ban and the dispatch of troops. The words were full of killing spirits.

"Mr. Li, I have written a letter, and Lord Zheng also said it, but if this matter is successful or not, what should I do?" Chen Youlong put down his wolf's hair and asked seriously.

Li Mingxun said: "If this fails, I will not ask the court to send troops. The thousands of lives will naturally be recorded in the Spanish, and they will naturally be paid for their blood debts in the future."

"If it is done, how should these Chinese be placed?" Chen Youlong asked again.

Li Mingxun said: "If you are willing to return home, I hope that the adults will allow him to return home. I am willing to provide money and settlement fees, without the need for the court. If you are homeless or inconvenient to return home, I hope that the adults will forgive their sins and I am willing to resettle them in Taiwan."

Chen Youlong looked at Li Mingxun with a slight hesitation in his eyes. Although Li Mingxun's sincere love in this matter cannot be faked, Chen Youlong did not believe that Li Mingxun was just to save the lives of Chinese people. He felt that Li Mingxun must have something to do, but he just didn't know it.

After thinking about it, if this matter is really profitable, it is for these thousands of Chinese people, but what have these thousands of people done?

Chen Dachun said from the side: "Mr. Li, thousands of people are not small, but they are better rewarded by the court."

Li Mingxun said: "Brother Chen doesn't know much about overseas Chinese. Many of them have lived abroad for generations. Whether they are speaking or living, they are incompatible with the country. Many of them have fallen into Manila. They have no food and clothing in their hometowns, and some even have sued for their lives, so they are afraid they are unwilling to return home."

Chen Youlong waved his hand: "Dachun, don't say too much. If this plan can be accomplished, it will not be too late to discuss it again."

Zheng Sen stood there, taking every move in the room into his eyes. He was as smart as he knew he had been used by Li Mingxun, but it was already difficult to get rid of the tiger. Seeing that Chen Youlong had made up his mind, he whispered: "Mr. Shen, can you change the itinerary a little? I want to get off the boat from Quanzhou?"

Chen Youlong looked at him with relief and asked, "Does Asen personally go and persuade your father?"

Zheng Sen said: "Sir, when Manila was massacre, my father was fighting with the Dutch on Meizhou Island, and he really couldn't get out of here. Otherwise, he would have sought justice for my Chinese people. If you know the truth today, you will definitely follow the adults and seek a way out for thousands of surviving Chinese people. But... It's just that the matter here cannot be explained clearly in one sentence or two. I thought I would still talk to my father in person to avoid misunderstandings. Please allow me."

"Although Ah Sen is only a young man, he is also a hero. He is worried about national affairs and people's livelihood. I am very pleased. How could I not be allowed?" Chen Youlong said with a smile. As he said, he stood up, took out a letter from a box, and handed it to Zheng Sen, saying, "I heard that you went to Jiangnan this time to study, but I have no famous teachers. I have an old friend with several seniors from Donglin and have already compiled a letter for you. But you also know that Shilin will not accept disciples easily, and I am not easy to make decisions privately, but in the letter, he recommends you to the Imperial College, which is also what your father wants. Since you are going back to your hometown, I will hand this letter over to your father."

Zheng Sen took the letter and was very excited. With Chen Youlong's recommendation, he could not only enter the Imperial College, but also become a famous scholar in Jiangnan. This is what his father thought about. How can he not be excited once he achieved it?

"Sir, please rest assured. I will do my best to persuade my father." Zheng Sen hurriedly bowed and bowed.

The next few days were extremely quiet. A small fleet of Bald Eagle and Egret moved south along the southeast coast. Six places did not leave the sailors' vision. Although the wind was not smooth, the two schooners had maintained a high degree. As they moved south, the temperature began to rise. It was just spring when they set off from Jiangnan. When they arrived in Fujian, the sun was already scorching.

Four days later, when I arrived near Quanzhou Port, there were many ships coming and going, and Zheng Sen found Li Mingxun and said, "Mr. Li, don't go into the port. I will find a merchant ship flying a water flag to take me up later."

Lee Mingxun asked with a smile: "Why?"

Zheng Sen smiled and said coldly: "Neither of your two ships have ever hung the Zheng family's travel flag. When you arrive in Quanzhou, it may cause misunderstandings and conflicts, and it will be bad for anyone."

Li Mingxun naturally understood Zheng Sen's relationship. Now Shen Youlong is sitting on the boat. If the fight starts because of the Lingqi, how can the Zheng family deal with it? Originally, the Lingqi was half-black and not white, and he had to take care of Shen Youlong.

"Young Master Zheng said this, and I will do as you wish. Don't worry, my son. Next, I will drive the boat to the outer sea to avoid your patrol boats, and will not give you eye drops to your Zheng family at Lord Shen." Li Mingxun smiled.

"You know your own weight and you are quite conscious." Shi Lang walked forward and said disdainfully.

Li Mingxun ignored Shi Lang and said to Zheng Sen: "Please hand over this letter to General Feihuang."

Zheng Sen took the thick envelope and smiled and said, "Mr. Li is asking for peace from our Zheng family? If so, he shouldn't dig a hole for me in Lord Shen!"

Li Mingxun said: "Mr. Zheng is an open and honest person, but Li is not. I don't care about using some means for the lives of thousands of Chinese in Manila."
Chapter completed!