After more than twenty days of sailing, the fleet carrying Shandong government troops finally arrived at tái     wān Island, and the fleet docked on the west coast.

The Zheng family had long used tái    wān Island as a transit station for trade with Japan and Southeast Asia. They built a wharf for several ships to load and unload cargo in the central area of ​​the west and center of the island. Zheng Zhilong even transported more than 2,000 landless farmers in Fujian to tái    wān a few years ago to open up land and farmland, and plant rice and sugarcane.

After the sailors on the boat set up the pedals, Wu Qundang walked down from the pedals first.

After a few days of adaptation, General Wu Shen finally returned to his vitality. But in the past twenty days, Wu Qun either stayed in the narrow cabin or bragged and spanked with Chen Dashuan and the others on the deck. Wu Qun, who was curious about everything on the sea at the beginning, was extremely annoyed. Today, he finally saw the land. Wu Qun, like most of the officials and soldiers, was as happy as he saw his relatives who had been separated for a long time.

Wu Qun stepped onto the dock with his feet and was about to take a big step, but his body felt extremely empty. He staggered a few steps before he stood firm.

He was stunned for a moment and suddenly realized: he had been staying on the floating boat for more than twenty days, but suddenly stepped onto the ground but felt a little uncomfortable.

"General, why can't someone come to greet us? Didn't you say there are Ming officials on the island?"

Sun Rengui's voice came from behind.

Before the Tianjin Guard boarded the ship, officials of the Ministry of War briefly introduced the situation on the island to Wu Qun and others, saying that there were thousands of Fujian farmers who had moved from Jing Haibo to the island earlier, and the Fujian Governor's Office had sent a county magistrate to manage these immigrants. Officials of the Ministry of War urged Wu Qun and others to try to establish good relations with the court officials on the island, support each other between civil and military officials, and manage the island as soon as possible to facilitate the large-scale transfer of disaster victims to the island in the later period.

But there were only sailors from the Zheng family fleet and thin black men, like a group of coolies. Not to mention officials, even a person who looked like a manager could not see it.

"Don't worry about this, let the soldiers get off the ship first and prepare the ships for the soldiers behind. This is far away from the Ming Dynasty. Get ready to prevent accidents!"

Wu Qun ordered.

More than a dozen Wu Qun's personal soldiers had already spread out around. Several personal soldiers holding flintlock guns were driving away the group of people who looked like coolies. The soldiers walked down from several docking ships one after another.

After several soldiers on the docking ships first left the ship, the ships sailed away from the dock and headed to one side. The ships loaded with cannons, muskets, weapons, armor and war horses came over. The Zheng family sailors had moved out several simple roller-skid hoisting brackets from the dock's warehouse and prepared to remove the thirty Flang machine cannons from the ship.

"I don't know that the army is coming today and I am missing. Please don't blame me!"

Wu Qun, who was sitting on the horse, watched the sailors and soldiers hang the cannons from the ship, turned around suddenly. A middle-aged man in his green official uniform, wearing a Dongpo scarf, a dark face and a thin body, bowed to him.

"Don't dare to take it, don't dare to take it! Wu Qun, a lieutenant general under the command of the Shandong Aid Suppression General, dare you ask what you call him?"

Wu Qun quickly got up and folded his fists to return the gift.

Judging from the leech on the other party's chest, this middle-aged civil servant should be the magistrate of the court in the tái    wān. A seventh-rank civil servant could salute him as a military general, and Wu Qun was suddenly a little flattered. You should know that in the territory of the Ming Dynasty, when civil servants met military generals, they all looked upside down. Although the situation of civil servants and nobles and low martial arts in recent years has been reversed, the generals generally lack confidence and confidence in their hearts after seeing civil servants.

"General is too polite! This official is Lin Rong, the magistrate of Taichung County. He has been dispatched for more than a month. Before coming here, I heard that the imperial army was coming soon. Today I finally met. I am very happy! When I work with the general in the future, I would like to take care of General Wu!"

If he is a genuine Jinshi or even a civil servant from a juren, he will not be able to do anything to a general of Wu Qun at the level of generals, but the situation is stronger than that of a human being. Lin Rong is really a last resort to being so polite to Wu Qun.

Lin Rong was originally a householder in Quanzhou Prefecture, Fujian. The Lin family was considered a big family in Quanzhou City. Although he had never had an official, he had been doing business for many years and had good relations with the government. Lin Rong stayed in the householder for many years, and relied on his versatile means to accumulate a considerable amount of wealth over the years.

After having Yucai in his hand, Lin Rong, who had been envious of the officials who lived in eight seats and drank from his youth, had a faint ambition in his heart. He hoped to have a chance to have an official position in order to better protect the interests of himself and his family.

However, he was not even a juren, and his extravagant hope of becoming an official is not easy to realize in this life.

Just over a month ago, Lin Rong accidentally heard that the Governor's Office was about to send someone to serve as the magistrate. However, when he heard that he had to stay away from his hometown and go to a deserted island, all the officials who were qualified to serve said that they would not go to the tái     Wān. The Governor was also helpless and could not force a good official to do so, right? That would be so polite.

Lin Rong, who was already middle-aged, felt like he was a treasure when he heard the news. He was a magistrate, an authentic court official of the seventh rank! Isn’t it just a few hundred miles away? It’s not a military force, and it’s impossible to stay on the island forever. As long as he has this official position, he will work hard on the island for several years and have the opportunity to spend money back. No matter where the court places him, he will be considered a master.

After discussing with the elders in the clan and gaining support, Lin Rong brought 2,000 taels of silver to Zhang Weifeng, an aide to Fujian Governor Zou Weilian, overnight, and expressed his willingness to work in tái     wān.

After receiving Zhang Weifeng's report, Zou Weilian, who was worried about the lack of anyone available, decided to send Lin Rong to tái     wān to serve.

Zou Weilian naturally knew the emperor's decree on selecting talents in an unconventional manner, but it was very difficult to break the inherent pattern that had been formed over thousands of years in the Ming Dynasty, and would be unanimously opposed by all the officials of genuine origins.

The selection of officials to serve was an opportunity. It was in line with the will of the holy people, and it would not encounter any fierce opposition. In addition, Zou Weilian had always been vigilant about the Zheng family, and felt that he could not make the position of the Zheng family. Under various circumstances, Lin Rong finally got what he wanted.

After learning that the Governor's Office had reported his position to the Ministry of Personnel and just waited for the Ministry of Personnel to issue a documentary for official duties, Lin Rong was excited and dressed in an official robe and took a boat with several tribe members to tái    wān.

After a few days after arriving on the island, Lin Rong realized that things were not as beautiful as he had imagined.

Zheng Zhilong had already established officials on the island such as counsel, supervisor, supervisor, supervisor, supervisor, pioneer, etc., and managed more than 2,000 immigrants. Although Zheng Zhilong agreed to appoint officials to work on the island, only Lin Rong had arranged a courtyard, several wooden houses and an old man who swept the courtyard. Except for someone who sent rice and vegetables, no one paid attention to him, let alone any matters such as issuing government orders.

Lin Rong and several tribe members were idle all day long, so they could only wander around to check and find out some information to understand the situation on the island. Lin Rong knew in his heart that it would be better to see more and move less. If he wanted to do something, he had to wait until the army sent by the court came.

With the hard work of living like years, Lin Rong finally waited for the imperial army. When he saw the dark artillery being unloaded and the soldiers were tall and mighty, Lin Rong felt at ease.

First, he feels inferiority complex because he has no real family background, and second, because he will rely more on Wu Qun in the future, so Lin Rong is extremely respectful to Wu Qun.
Chapter completed!