This is a ship carrying building supplies, and the entire cabin is filled with red bricks. Blanco and the four of them sit at the bow and look at the scenery on both sides of the river.

It is already late autumn in South America and early winter. The further away from the city walls, the more desolate the banks of the river are.

When he first left the city wall, he could also see many temporary wooden houses built along the banks of the river. Blanco was sharp-eyed and found that most of the living in the wooden houses were Indians, and there were a small number of Nordic whites. These people reclaimed wasteland outside the city walls and relied on built water diversion canals or rainwater collection ponds to irrigate and grow vegetables.

"They were slaves to serve the Tatan nobles in the city." Carlos, a merchant who had been silent, suddenly spoke. "These Indians may have been captured by them. Maybe we can consider buying some slaves from them. The Brazilian plantations are always lacking in labor, and more and more black people have escaped recently."

"The Indians are not suitable slaves," Ricardo interrupted. "In fact, they advocate freedom, are aggressive by nature, and are not strong enough, and are far inferior to black people."

Blanco was not interested in intervening in their conversation. "What is that?" He suddenly saw a strange building, surrounded by many people, including Indians and whites, and seemed to be holding some ceremony.

"God! Pagan!" Father Simang recalled for a moment, said in a panic, and then kept marking crosses on his chest. He had been in China for many years and naturally knew Taoist temples, a very common building in China.

"It seems that they are not Tatans, but from the East." Blanco is not a priest, and his beliefs are not pious enough, so naturally they will not make a fuss like Father Simang.

As the ships went further and further away, the farmland and Taoist temples gradually faded away, and the scenery on both sides began to turn into unchanging weeds. Many salt-tolerant pear trees, jujube trees and locust trees were planted on the river bank. The trees were not big, and it seemed that the planting time was still short. Sometimes some sheep would appear in the weeds. In addition, they were like a rarely visited virgin land, full of desolation.

The ship continued to sail slowly. At noon, two German boatmen who were lying on the boat began to make fires and cook on the boat. They invited Blanco and others to taste their food together. Blanco, who had been hungry, readily agreed.

The staple food was still steamed potatoes that were too crude to swallow, and there were also salty fish that was unpleasant. In the end, Blanco was very happy to eat: some unknown vegetable and some unknown white cube soup. Father Siman told Blanco while eating that both of these were traditional Chinese foods, cabbage and tofu.

After lunch, everyone was a little drowsy. When Blanco was half asleep and half awake, he suddenly heard a burst of cheers from afar. Blanco was excited and looked up and saw that the originally desolate scenery on the road had disappeared at some point, replaced by large areas of flat farmland. The farmland had been harvested, and two neat rows of red brick and green tiled houses stood on the edge of the farmland in the distance. The houses were surrounded by a circle of wooden walls, and there were also two watchtowers on the left and right in the walls.

There were many people sitting around an open space outside the wall to the river bank. These people seemed to be gathering or performing some kind of religious ceremony, and they made cheers from time to time.

The wooden boat was docked on a simple wooden trestle on the bank of a river. There was a small wooden house on the trestle. Two militiamen carrying a mezzanine and a saber came over. After talking to the boatman for a while, one of them left and reported to his superiors.

Soon, the soldier who left came back, and this time he was surrounded by an Oriental. After reading the list Blanco gave him for a while, he asked in English: "Mr. Blanco Sosa de Almeida?"

Blanco nodded reservedly: "Yes, noble sir, I am Blanco from St. Vicente."

"Then come with me, sirs." said the Oriental. "I am not optimistic that we can reach this deal. The deal with you is too sensitive. Gentlemen, please."

At this time, a grand harvest celebration ceremony was coming to an end. Due to the great significance of this harvest, all members of the Executive Committee were present. The process of the celebration ceremony was the same as the traditional Chinese conference process. The climax appeared at the award ceremony. The Chairman of the Executive Committee Ma Ganzu awarded three yuan bonuses to each of the five households with the highest output and solemnly announced that they would be given free citizenship.

After hearing the words of Grott's live translation, the five families burst into tears, which made others jealous and secretly regretted why they had not farmed with their hearts. When they thought that the five neighbors who were together day and night could immediately get their wages and redeem land, the feeling of loss in their hearts became stronger. They could only secretly encourage themselves to work hard in the next planting season, and strive to obtain a free citizen identity as soon as possible.

After the celebration ceremony, Ma Ganzu and other members of the executive committee met with Blanco and his party in the production team headquarters.

"Mr. Blanco, I heard that the Governor of Bahia is having a lot of thoughts on how to deal with the Dutch. The Dutch have seized a large part of Bahia. It is hard to say whether they are interested in Rio de Janeiro or Maranion in the next step." Foreign Affairs Commissioner Gaumo was naturally the first to fire a gun on such an occasion. "I think it is extremely unwise to be strict with the principle of neutrality at such a sensitive moment and impose an arms embargo on both sides of the war. It is extremely unwise to rashly intervene in such a war that has no benefit to us."

"We can sell slaves to you. I know you are quite eager for labor. We can ship slaves from Congo, Angora and Mozambique to your port." Blanco's face remained unchanged. He knew that it was time for both sides to bargain. These Orientals were indeed not very keen on selling weapons to themselves, especially when São Paulo and Uruguay were not far apart. But nothing was absolute. Blanco felt that he should at least try hard to convince these Orientals.

"You have any surplus slaves for sale?" Gomo looked at Blanco mockingly: "The black fugitives hiding in Palmares have even formed a country. They attacked your army and farms behind their backs, fled the plantation slaves, and formed an alliance with the Indians. Ha, I really can't see how many surplus slaves you have to sell to us."

Blanco's face turned pale. Damn Orientals! How could they know so clearly about the black escapee hiding in the palm jungle (Palmares)? Could it be that the Dutch told them? They were so close to the Dutch? No, no! They might have just heard some rumors from some sailors.

Blanco tried hard to calm down his mood, and then smiled at Gomo and said, "As you know, those escaped slaves formed the so-called loose alliance of Palmares. However, this does not affect my commitment to you. Portugal's merchant ships travel throughout the world, we have the most experienced sailors in the ocean, and we are all over the ports on the route to the East. Even if you don't want black slaves and want to immigrate from the Ming Dynasty, I don't think it's impossible."

Now it is the turn of the executive committee members to speak.

The latest population of the travelers is 2852 (excluding slaves). Among them, 567 travelers are 20%; then the second is the Germans, accounting for 18%; followed by the Czechs, accounting for 13%; Norwegians, accounting for 11%; Finns, accounting for 9%; Irish, accounting for 7%; Ukrainians, accounting for 6%; French, accounting for 5%; Estonians, Latvians and Samogichis each account for 3%; the remaining 2% of the population is relatively scattered. In addition, there are 497 slaves, including 305 Chaluan slaves and 192 European prisoners of war slaves.

Although the time travelers used various means to erase the original national and ethnic colors of the immigrants, and they did achieve some results and enhance cohesion. However, if someone told you that you have the opportunity to immigrate to Uruguay from the Ming Dynasty, then it would be really self-deception to say that everyone is not moved at all.

"From Macau through Goa, to Lorenzo Maguis, and then cross the Atlantic Ocean to Port Tatan. The route is difficult and dangerous. You spend so much money and energy just to want us to sell some weapons to you?" Gao Mo looked at Blanco with an incredible look, meaning not to treat us as idiots.

"Of course this requires you to pay the fee. We can discuss the specific price later." Blanco said, "Of course this is just my personal opinion. I can suggest it to my superiors, but it does not mean that the Governor will approve of my suggestions."

"Of course the Governor will not agree with this ridiculous suggestion!" After calming down, Gao Mo analyzed it briefly and felt that as long as the Governor Bahia had a normal IQ, he would not be so furious that he would go to the East to transport immigrants to the Americas. You should know that in addition to the great maritime risks, such a thing may also anger the Ming government. If the Ming government prohibits trade with Macau in anger, the Portuguese will suffer a lot of losses. Therefore, Gao Mo felt that this could only be a beautiful legend at the moment, and that the Governor's idea might be changed unless something big happened.

"I can convince the Governor to open up the trade in Brazil. We can open the export of meat products, cheese, tallow, fur, sugar, tobacco and other materials that you need, and similarly, the products you produce can also be sold to Brazil. So far, only some British companies can enjoy such honors." Blanco put forward another condition.

Damn it, it's a blank check again! Gao Mo was a little doubtful if Blanco was here to make trouble. Although this suggestion sounded good, God knows whether the Brazilians will repent at that time. The Executive Committee only believes in the real benefits that can be seen and touched.

"We may be able to add another condition." After a while of discussion, Gao Mo suddenly said: "We can clarify the geographical boundary between Brazil and the East Coast Company. To the west of Lake Patus, south of the Taquali River, and east of the Great Cucilia Mountains, it must be legally recognized as the legal territory of the East Coast Company."
Chapter completed!