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Chapter 1247 People have finally arrived from the ancestral land!

Sometimes, a person's mouth can be faster than their brain.

Just like Yang Shaofeng now, upon seeing those familiar figures, he couldn't help but open his mouth and make a few "sucking" sounds.

Sometimes, the body reacts faster than the brain.

Just like those big yellow dogs now, their butts and waists wiggled wildly, their tails wagged like propellers, their eyes narrowed, and their faces practically screamed with flattery. They plopped their four legs and ran towards Yang Shaofeng and Zhu Laosi.

When it reached the two men, the big yellow dog, the leader, leaped into the air and pounced on Yang Shaofeng. It kept rubbing its head against Yang Shaofeng's palm, licking wildly with its tongue, and making soft whimpering noises.

Yang Shaofeng reached out and patted the dog's head, while Zhu Laosi grabbed the head of another big yellow dog with both hands and stroked it wildly.

Then, a group of dogs inexplicably ran to a distance and watched Yang Shaofeng and Zhu Laosi wagging their tails from afar, refusing to come over no matter how much Yang Shaofeng whined.

"These stupid dogs, why did they run so far? I'm not going to eat them..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Yang Shaofeng froze on the spot, muttering, "Wait a minute, these aren't our ship's dogs—our ship's dogs haven't disembarked yet!"

Zhu Laosi nodded and said, "That's right, otherwise why would I ask my brother-in-law to look at them?"

Yang Shaofeng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned to Chang Xiaojiu and instructed, "Go back to the ship and tell Marquis Nan'an and the others to send a fast boat to circle the entire island and see if there is any human habitation. Damn it, there might really be descendants of the Qin and Han ancestors here."

Chang Jiuxiao hurriedly ran back, while Zhu Laosi looked completely bewildered and said, "No way! If there really were people, how could they not return to the Central Plains? And how could there be no records of them at all throughout history?"

Yang Shaofeng shook his head slightly, looking at the big yellow dogs wagging their tails in the distance, and said, "If fewer people come here, their shipbuilding and navigation techniques will gradually be lost. And if they slowly start intermarrying with the local barbarians..."

Yang Shaofeng's voice grew softer and softer, and Zhu Laosi's face gradually darkened.

Building a small fishing boat and building a large ship that can cross thousands of miles of ocean are two completely different things.

The former can be made almost anywhere there is wood. If you don't have the proper skills, you can cut down a large tree, hollow out the middle, and use it as a fishing boat.

However, building a large ship capable of traversing thousands of miles of ocean involves understanding and designing the hull structure, understanding the ocean, calculating the amount of materials needed, methods for processing timber, calculating the amount of timber needed, and hull assembly, sealing, rudder, and sails, requiring extremely advanced mathematical knowledge.

In addition, building large ships requires corresponding tools, including many saws, planes, axes, and other miscellaneous tools, which in turn involve steel smelting.

Crossing the sea requires the use of stargazing, which involves extremely complex astronomy.

Perhaps people in the Han Dynasty had already mastered this knowledge, but too few people came to the Big Island, so this knowledge would slowly be lost.

Without the advantage of quantity, and with the loss of the transmission of knowledge...

Zhu Laosi opened his mouth, but after a long while, he looked at Yang Shaofeng and asked, "Brother-in-law, do you think that if there are really people on this big island, can they still be considered as people from the Central Plains?"

Yang Shaofeng was also a little confused at this moment.

So, did you know that Ding Gou is not my real name?

So, it's no joke that people from the ancestral land have finally come.

So, if there really are descendants of the people of the Central Plains during the Qin and Han dynasties, how should I treat them?

Damn it, I feel a bit itchy on the top of my head, like something is about to grow out.

Yang Shaofeng thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out. Liao Yongzhong and Yu Tongyuan, led by Chang Xiaojiu, rushed over.

Where's the dog?

"What about people?"

Liao Yongzhong and Yu Tongyuan looked at Yang Shaofeng with anxious expressions and asked, "So, there really were Qin and Han ancestors who came to the island? Where are they?"

"Do they look the same as us? Do they speak with a Shanxi accent? Or a Shaanxi accent? Or a Henan accent?"

"Damn it, we didn't bring anything good on board. Maybe we should give them some glasses or something?"

"Give them a glass cup? That piece of junk? Do you think you're treating the people of the Qin and Han dynasties like they're descendants? You're just trying to fool them."

"Then what do you suggest we give as a gift? Aside from those things used to fool idiots, all we have on our ship is gold and silver jewelry, which is so damn tacky."

"If all else fails, we might as well just send a few people to their deaths. They probably still like the idea of ​​using kills to earn credit."

"How about we slaughter a few short, ugly guys first?"

"Should we cut off the ear?"

"..."

Seeing Liao Yongzhong and Yu Tongyuan talking more and more outrageously, Yang Shaofeng couldn't help but rub his forehead and said, "Let's not talk about what to send or not send for now. Right now, we still need to find the person first—judging from this, it seems we probably can't find him."

Yu Tongyuan was stunned for a moment, then asked, "What do you mean?"

Yang Shaofeng said, "What if this large island was uninhabited before, and the number of Qin and Han ancestors who came was small, and what if there weren't enough women among the Qin and Han ancestors who came, and there was no way to return..."

As Yang Shaofeng finished speaking, Zhu Laosi, Liao Yongzhong, and Yu Tongyuan's hearts sank to the bottom.

Zhu Laosi suddenly stomped his foot hard, sighed, and said, "It's better to be someone who is slowly assimilated into barbarians; at least they survived."

Yang Shaofeng remained silent, while Liao Yongzhong and Yu Tongyuan looked utterly dejected.

I thought that if I were on Xinming Island, I could meet the descendants of the Qin and Han people—after all, we are compatriots of the same ethnicity and origin, right?

It took Yang Shaofeng quite a while to pull himself together and look at Yu Tongyuan, asking, "Have any of the fast ships we sent out to scout around Xinming Island returned?"

Yu Tongyuan shook his head and said, "He hasn't come back yet."

"After all, Xinming Island is quite large, and it's not something you can circle around in a day or two."

"However, Chang Baihu just contacted us, and Liao Pifu and I have arranged for two fast boats to go in the opposite direction to search."

"In this way, the two fleets of fast boats that are going around in circles will inevitably meet on the road. As long as one of them is closer to us, we can get the news sooner."

Yang Shaofeng grunted in response, then turned his gaze back to the large yellow dogs in the distance. He reached into his clothes and searched his body, but found nothing.

"This is fucking ridiculous."

Yang Shaofeng chuckled self-deprecatingly and said, "I didn't even prepare a gift for the dog. I just petted its head for nothing."