After understanding the situation, Yang Fan felt relieved.
The immigrants here can basically be self-sufficient except for textiles. This is a very big achievement. The balanced development of agriculture and light industry on this land will definitely stabilize. In a dozen years, this place may be as close as the mainland of the Ming Dynasty.
It’s the same, but the people are richer.
Three days later, all the Jurchen leaders from the East China Sea came to Shuangchengzi. There were more than 130 Jurchen tribes from the East China Sea, and this time 110 of them came. Except for a few who chose to be independent, the rest
They are all die-hard loyalists of Jiannu.
After all, Jiannu has been wooing them all these years.
At the school grounds in the east of the city, as soon as Yang Fan and his entourage appeared, more than a hundred chiefs in various costumes swarmed in. Surrounding Yang Fan, they all said auspicious words and various compliments to show their sincerity to the Ming Dynasty.
Yang Fan felt funny in his heart, knowing that these guys were all here for rewards.
They all want to regain the title of Ming Dynasty officials so that they can receive a salary. Materials here are extremely scarce, and paying tribute is very beneficial to these tribes.
Donkey Dan immediately glared and shouted: "Those savages, please step back and don't come closer than three steps." As he spoke, he drew his sword.
Everyone immediately retreated like a rabbit that had been hit by an arrow. They were all here to serve as officials, and they could not offend the nobles sent by the Ming Dynasty.
A servant shouted loudly: "Uncle Dingyuan, General Zhengxi, Commander of the Jinyi Guards, and Master Yang have arrived."
Yang Fan went directly to the Grand Master's chair in front of a temporary screen, sat upright, coughed, and asked: "Are you all the chiefs and chiefs of the Jurchens of the East China Sea?"
An interpreter loudly translated Yang Fan's words on the side. These people have been separated from the Ming Dynasty for too long and can no longer speak Mandarin.
The most powerful among them, the Guledou man, quickly stepped forward and said, "I have met Uncle Dingyuan. We are the leaders of the Jurchen tribes in the East China Sea."
Yang Fan nodded and asked: "You have more than 130 troops, why are some of them not here today?"
Gu Le said: "Some tribes south of the Jurchens in the East China Sea are too close to Jianzhou. Unless they give up their developed lands and move north, it will be difficult to escape Jianzhou's control. These people have been deeply bound to Jianzhou."
Yang Fan stood up, nodded and said: "Don't wait for those who haven't come. The chiefs who came today will be granted the title of official of Qianhu. Each person will receive ten taels of silver, five pieces of cloth and one load of rice per month. Every quarter, when they arrive,
Shuangchengzi will report to work once and receive a salary at the same time. In addition, when he comes every quarter, he will be allowed to trade in Shuangchengzi for three days."
As soon as Yang Fan finished speaking, these leaders suddenly started making noise.
But it was not a clamor of dissatisfaction, but overjoyed congratulations to each other. County magistrates in the Ming Dynasty were generally in the seventh rank, with a monthly salary of 7.5 shi. In a year, it was 90 shi, equivalent to 45 taels of silver. This uncle's sale was not ungenerous.
Especially when I heard that I was given five pieces of cloth a month, I was so excited. This is not Liaodong, where cloth is rare. Felt fur cannot withstand the summer heat, and summer is not easy without cloth clothes. Rice is not grown in the Northeast at this time.
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Because, the planting simply cannot survive. There is not enough accumulated temperature, the frost-free period is too short, and it snows before the rice is harvested. In this case, most of the rice is shriveled.
They want to eat rice, which is very rare.
It can only be transported by caravan. In this case, rice is not cheap. Even Gule cannot afford it. A pound of rice can be exchanged for a mink skin.
Now I heard that they are given one pound of rice a month, which is a full 120 kilograms. It is enough for their whole family. For this reason, this time is definitely worth it.
Yang Fan pressed his hands down to signal to stop the noise.
"I have all the supplies here. From now on, you can come to Shuangchengzi to exchange whatever supplies you lack. But I don't charge money. I only need you to bring something in exchange."
Everyone asked one after another: "What do you need, sir? We will definitely find it."
Yang Fan said with a smile: "I am the most important military engineer in the Ming Dynasty. If I capture a Tatar or a slave head, I will be rewarded fifty taels of silver. I don't want a Tatar head, only a slave head. I want a slave head.
Fifty taels. If you don't want the silver, you can exchange it for a load of rice."
As soon as Yang Fan finished speaking, there was a loud bang below, almost exploding.
One of the heads of the slaves was exchanged for a load of rice, which blew them away.
These fishing and hunting peoples have the same difficulty as the Mongols in preserving food. They lack salt. Pickling is obviously not possible. Even drying requires some salt.
For them, food that can be stored for several years is the best way to survive the famine.
Yang Fan looked at their expressions and smiled. He knew that the food here must be very precious. There must be brave men under the heavy rewards. To deal with the slaves, these more savage Jurchens from the East China Sea must be used.
"It's done. Just wait. I'll gather the elites when I return to the tribe and go south to hunt the Jianzhou people."
"I did it too, but my tribe only has 300 capable soldiers. It just lacks weapons." Turuyar roared. Fifty carts of silver or one day of rice. Such a scale of supplies directly drove them crazy.
Can't control myself.
Yang Fan said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I can lend it to you. If any of you are short of weapons, you can buy them on credit first. After you get them, you can deduct them when you receive the prize."
Yang Fan seized a large number of cold weapons in his hands. He suddenly realized that these savages did not dislike these rags in his eyes. Without sharp steel weapons, it was obvious that he would not be able to defeat the slaves.
Jiannu has actually become a modern army that is partially weaponized.
"I am referring to the warriors who built slaves, that is, soldiers. For ordinary people, the number is half. We do not accept the heads of women and children. We only accept the heads of young adults."
Yang Fan must stick to his words and leave no loopholes to avoid future disputes.
"If the people from Jianzhou are captured alive, I will give them fifty taels."
Yang Fan waved his hand and brought up the previously captured weapons, armors, bows and arrows from various Mongolian tribes in Monan. Yang Fan had no use for these things. They were just a pile of garbage waiting to be disposed of.
"These are just samples. If you need anything, you can go to Jia Ping, the manager, and he will pay you."
These chiefs are lawless. In the local area, the chiefs are the same as the local emperors. These people are all forest dwellers. They have traveled through mountains and ridges since they were young, as if they were walking on the plains. Not only do they have good physical strength, but they are also extremely accurate in shooting arrows.
It was a good idea to let them hunt Jiannu. They struggled to kill a deer, but another bear might come. They had no choice but to give up the deer and run away.
Yang Fan confuses them and encourages them at the same time.
"Shuangchengzi will open a trade market in the future. Anyone who has surrendered the heads of slaves is eligible to participate."
This chapter has been completed!