Records of the Founding of Nanyang

Also known as: Sea Crosser In the winter of the seventh year of Jiajing, I dressed as the "remnant of the previous dynasty" who was wanted by the entire Internet - the eighth-generation grandson of Prince Xiao Ming. When you open your eyes, you are in a desperate situation: your father is dead and the village is in danger, and the royal guards will arrive in March. The tribesmen knelt down and begged to break up and escape for their lives. I closed my eyes and my consciousness rose to a height of fifteen feet. From a bird's eye view, all land routes are blocked, but the sea to the east is vast and vast. Before he died, my father pointed to the east, his breath was like a gossamer: "Son... Go to the sea..." "The road is dead on land." I turned around and said to the tribesmen, my voice as solid as stone, "The road to survival is on the sea, to Nanyang." We don't have a sea map, but we have something more precious: a pair of eyes looking down into the sky, a few last words, and a memory of the future that should not exist in this world. When the scholar-bureaucrats talked about the sea ban, I led three hundred old and weak men to the sea at night, rented a boat in Taizhou, and changed the boat in Fujian. When Jiajing was refining alchemy, I laid the first pile of "New Jinling" beside the Luzon jungle. We are not colonists, we are civilized fire thieves. Return to his hometown, salvage treasure ship blueprints, recruit unemployed craftsmen, and search for lost classics. I want to reserve an unsinkable ark for Chinese civilization on the ownerless sea. Years later, the Spanish governor wrote tremblingly in his diary: "We saw a fleet armed with geometry outside the Luzon jungle..." "They call themselves - Sea Crossers."