Chapter One Thousand Four Hundred and Seventy-Three: Pull a string, a big shot in Liaodong!
"Oh? Is the reaction of the Ming Dynasty's frontier troops like this? A hungry hunting dog with its neck strangled will never let go of the fat meat that is brought to its mouth? Such a metaphor is quite appropriate..."
"Yes, Zu Shaman! The Liaodong border troops are hunting dogs, and the 'barbarians' outside the border wall are the meat in their eyes! The Holy Emperor of the Ming Dynasty is far away in the Forbidden City, and generously rewards all our Jurchen tribes. Perhaps they really treat them equally.
Treat us as people of the Ming Dynasty...but those officials of the Ming Dynasty who are really in charge will have a clear assessment in their hearts, and they will regard us Jurchen tribe as outsiders' barbarians, and they will clearly show it!"
"No matter how respectful we are, no matter how respectful we are, no matter how much we can speak Chinese, we are still unable to overcome our inherent status as 'barbarians' and cannot make even one step forward in the Ming Dynasty. Even those we canonize are commanding envoys.
, even if the official position is the same as that of Liaodong and Han, but just saying "canonized barbarian" is worthless in Han!..."
"In fact, the officials in Liaodong have never regarded the area outside the border wall as the 'royal land' of the Ming Dynasty. They do not want to accept our Jurchen tribes and accept this unproductive white mountains and black waters. They are even less willing,
Paying a huge price to maintain order outside the border wall..."
In the Yongning Temple, Ali, the chief of the Harman tribe, looked sad, telling the words that had been hidden in his heart for a long time. The Harman tribe had always been loyal, but in the end they were still abandoned by the Ming Dynasty. As a mature true chief who has paid tribute for generations, he believed in the distant
, the "Emperor of the Ming Dynasty" who is worshiped by various ministries and is like a wooden sculpture of a god. But he has no illusions of kindness towards the Liaodong border troops and officials he comes into contact with on a daily basis, only full of vigilance and fear!
Perhaps, only during the Yongle period, those Jurchen eunuchs who took power in the court and established the Nuergandusi really thought about bringing peaceful order to the vast internal and external Northeast... And in the current Hongzhi period, the Ming Dynasty canonized various Jurchen tribes
There is only one purpose left, which is "not allowed to go south to invade and prevent collusion with Mongolia"!
"Witness the Lord God! Since we are unprotected 'barbarians', no matter what the Ming border troops do, they can be easily wiped out and explained to the court. Because, our Jurchen tribes no longer have any authority in the court.
What background, no one left..."
"For the tribute paid once every three years, we, together with other tribes across the Yangtze River, carried our leather bags on our backs and traveled thousands of miles south. On the surface, we were going to pay tribute and trade. In fact, we were asking for rewards from the imperial court.
.For poor tribes like us, the Liaodong frontier army has no interest, and the supervisors in charge are happy to hand out some rewards and get a kickback from it..."
"For the poor tribes who can fight, it is acceptable for the court to give some rewards to them not to cause trouble, or to maintain the dignity of the court. But once the poor tribes show their wealth and take out a lot of shining gold... then...
The sleepy frontier soldiers would suddenly open their greedy eyes, touch their hungry bellies, and look for opportunities to pounce!..."
"Zu Shaman, listen to me! Before we have enough strength, we must be careful and must not reveal too much shining gold in front of the Ming army! Otherwise, we will be greeted by hounds chasing us.
, it’s a thunderous attack! That fierce and greedy bite will eat us up and leave no one alive!…”
"Lord God, that's it! The Ming Dynasty accepted your tribute, conferred official positions, and gave you gifts in return...but the tribal official positions you conferred did not count within the Ming Dynasty? And even if you paid tribute for several generations, even if you learned from the tribes of the Ming Dynasty, you
He will not be accepted as a 'brother of Jiao Ren', but what kind of 'barbarian'?... Chief Ha'erman, if you, the 'commander and envoy', are all 'barbarians' in the eyes of the Ming Dynasty, then what if?
Where’s the Maha Division? What if it’s me?…”
"...Zu Shaman, if you don't hold the bronze seal of the Manjing Guards, or the border troops in Liaodong don't recognize the bronze seal...then you should be a 'savage', a savage who can be killed and plundered by the Ming army at will.
.As for the Maha tribe going south, there is no doubt that they are also 'savages'!"
"...! Savage? A savage who is even more Chichimec than Chichimec?...Then the savage's credentials will not be recognized by the Ming Dynasty?..."
Zuvalo's eyes flashed, thoughtfully. If a canine headman in the Sacascarat Wasteland suddenly appeared with a heritage board and said that he was a brother of the "Mexica Alliance", would he be
"A family that was separated a thousand years ago" must also be the result of being sent to the pyramid for sacrifice. And listening to Ali's description, the Ming Dynasty's attitude towards the Jurchen tribes is probably not as good as the alliance and the kingdom's attitude towards the canine descendants with similar ancestry.
Woolen cloth!
"Lord God! The so-called 'Taixia' and the so-called 'brotherly kingdom' will not be recognized by the Ming Dynasty! ... In this case, it is better to wear the skin of a Jurchen Guard.
, mingling with the Jurchens who paid tribute, trying to deal with the Liaodong vassal state of the Ming Dynasty. See if we can find a way to get some craftsmen to come over. If not, there is still the stable path of Heguo..."
"Well, through the trial and inquiry of the gold tribute to the Ming Dynasty...it seems that the Harman chief Ali has turned to the main god and is a fairly reliable leader!..."
Obviously, between the "good god of Confucianism" who was acclimated to the local environment, and the "evil god" who was in tune with the Jurchen, the priest apprentice Ali chose the latter from the bottom of his heart. Even though it took six generations for the distant Ming Dynasty master to
, to spread "enlightenment" to the Jurchen tribes who have surrendered. However, this "enlightenment" is always high and superficial, and cannot be
The fishing, hunting and semi-farming life that guided the Jurchen tribes could not be imprinted in the hearts of each tribe. Just like the fallen leaves on the river, they were washed away by the turbulent Heilongjiang River and disappeared without a trace. After confirming this, Zuwa
Luo was finally able to let go of some of his inner defenses and regard Ali, the Harman chief, as a "glue brother" who could be developed.
"Okay! Ali, since you believe in the Lord God, the Lord God will reward you generously! And our tribes are all brothers of Jiaoren, and we will marry each other and become a real family!..."
Zuwaro smiled and nodded to the Harman chief Ali. After coming to the Xihai Continent where tribes were fighting and full of dangers, he had always been very obedient and good at following the advice of local guides. And such a Harman who was familiar with the Ming Dynasty and Liaodong
Chief Erman was his most important guide as he continued his journey south to the Ming Dynasty, and was his biggest gain from this journey south!
Next, we have to bring Alilian and the tribe’s women and children back to Shenhua Taigang, and marry them to the kingdom headquarters. We must make great efforts to spread the faith and win over the people...
"His Majesty the Divine Enlightenment has taught you! The prerequisite for trade is indeed that strength and wealth are equal, and cannot be easily robbed... Ali, what do you think, if we go south to pay tribute, these bags of gold given by the Lord... We are the most capable,
How much do you need to bring safely to go to Kaiyuan Market in Ming Dynasty to trade?"
"Ah, let me think about it... If a tribute team of two hundred horses goes south, it can probably bring twenty gold talismans and two thousand taels of silver?... No, that's not right! Two thousand taels is still too much!"
Speaking of this, Harman Chief Ali's right eye twitched, and he still felt that this number was too much. You know, two thousand taels of silver was enough for a thousand Ming border troops, and one person was divided into two taels! Compared to the meager Ming army,
Salary, this amount of money is still too big, enough for two battalions of border troops to send out ruthless actions. It needs to be discounted in half, ten yuan, no, eight gold talismans will be enough!
"Zu Shaman, a tribute team of two hundred riders, carrying eight pounds of gold and eight hundred taels of silver, can probably guarantee safety. Even if they are exposed, they will not be brutally attacked by the border troops. Moreover, gold cannot be like this
The shape of the gold talisman would otherwise be too eye-catching! It must be broken into pieces and crushed into rough dust gold, which can be used as gold collected in the dense forest.
Then, when he met the Kaiyuan garrison officer, he secretly stuffed a bag into it! Then the tributes and rewards at the back, including ironware and even iron armor, would be easy to handle! The remaining
If you don't, go to the big market and find a fur trader I know well! Don't let others know, it must be secret..."
"What? You are so careful that you can only bring eight pieces of gold charms to trade? This is really... pulling out a hair from the tail of a marten and selling it..."
Hearing this, Zuvalo looked shocked and shook his head with a wry smile. There are still 1,500 kilograms of gold stored in the kingdom's Shenhuatai Port. Even the fleet tested this time has 100 kilograms of ballast.
of gold to spare. He and those in Ezo
The trade with Heren is measured in ten catties or a hundred catties every time, and it is directly "the gold flies with force, and the strength convinces people". But when they arrived at the door of the Ming Dynasty, which was far more powerful and wealthy than Heren, they could only bring out less than
Ten pounds, I only dare to take out so much...
"The Lord God witnesses! Ali, for trade with the south, except for gold, there is nothing else we can offer. But the Lord God really needs to obtain Ming craftsmen from the South as much as possible, especially shipwrights and blacksmiths... You
Think carefully, is there any way? Or, how can we find reliable people in the Minghan tribal alliance and spend the gold in our hands?..."
"Need a shipwright and a blacksmith? Find a big shot and use gold to open the door?..."
Chief Harman pursed his lips and thought carefully about Zu Shaman's request for a long time. He had no doubts about Zu Shaman's intention of needing Ming craftsmen. Because the craftsmen of Ming Dynasty were good and in high demand!
Every time the Mongolian tribes went south to plunder and encountered craftsmen in the villages, they would leave their lives and take them alive to the grasslands. The Mongol tribes were also trying their best to accept some skilled escapees from the Ming Dynasty to improve the lives of some tribes.
. And many poor people in the border areas cannot survive without fields, and they will risk their lives trying to escape from the border walls to survive.
In recent years, the emerging Dayan Khan in Mongolia has continuously sent out rangers and spread a lot of news to recruit Han people and reclaim Mongolian land. It is said that the Mongolian ministries have indeed recruited many Han refugees. This made Liaodong Dusi
Strict orders were issued to strictly prohibit contact between the health centers and the Mongols. Even the Jurchen ministries were notified...
"Blessed by our ancestors! Ancestor Shaman, the Ming Dynasty's craftsman household system was extremely strict with craftsmen! Even if these craftsmen were allowed to starve to death where they were, they would not be allowed to move to seek a living, let alone move out of the border wall.
And the blacksmiths among them are the top priority of the Ming Dynasty's defense! Liaodong strictly prohibited iron smelting in the border guards, and concentrated all the blacksmiths in the southern area of Liaoyang, just to prevent the outflow of blacksmiths and ironware..."
"Therefore, it is extremely difficult to get blacksmiths from Liaodong Town! Even if you bribe the guarding eunuch, it is difficult to do so at such a high risk! However, the Jilin Shipyard was abolished and a large number of shipwrights were moved south and dispersed.
After entering the border fortress and guarding the guards...if we think of a way, the shipwright can still get it!"
"Oh?! The shipwrights from Jilin Shipyard? How are their skills? Can they build the big boat we row?..."
"Uh... Zu Shaman, the long-headed ship you are riding on is indeed a big ship for the Jurchen tribes! But decades ago, when my grandfather was a child, he saw with his own eyes that it set off from the Jilin Shipyard to Nurgan
The Ming Dynasty of Dusi is mixed with the Jiang Navy... There are six large ships among them, each of which is probably two or three times the size of a long ship and can carry two hundred people!..."
Ali, the chief of the Harman tribe, shook his head, and his face was very complicated when he talked about the old story of the Ming Dynasty Navy patrolling in Nuer. He, the Harman tribe, had paid tribute for generations, from Yongle to Hongzhi, and had been canonized by six generations of emperors.
, never an unsophisticated "Beishan savage", but a role model for the tribes in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River, a "mature girl true" with a profound Chinese culture!
Even the Jurchen eunuch who established the Nu'er Gandu Division was Shiha. During the Yongle-Xuande years, he came to Ha'er as a barbarian guard and selected some young Jurchen children to enter the palace. And he himself, Ali, also once
In the fourteenth year of Chenghua, when he paid tribute for the first time and was granted the title, he personally wrote to the emperor
The Ming emperor wrote memorials in Chinese of gratitude. But fifty or sixty years later, the era when the empire was like the rising sun at noon was gone. And the influence of the Jurchen eunuchs on the Ming Dynasty had almost disappeared.
Only the last few embers remain.
"Ancestor Shaman, there are two old sayings in the Han Dynasty, one is called 'a thin stream flows long' and the other is 'making a fortune with a dull voice'! What? You ask why, you have to make a dull sound to get rich? Well... because in the Ming Dynasty, on the surface it is
A set of rules secretly has countless doorways. And these doorways can be operated in too many ways, but they cannot be seen on the table, that is, they cannot be spoken out..."
"So, if you really want it, spend the gold and get some shipwrights or craftsmen other than blacksmiths from Liaodong Town... I, the Harman tribe, have some ancestral friendships with some big shots in Liaodong Town.
.Although these friendships are far away, on weekdays
It's useless at all. But as long as we have gold, this friendship is a door, and we can use this gold to connect! And as long as we have a door, we can spend the gold safely! However, we can't give too much at one time.
Take your time. 'Spend a fortune in silence'..."
Speaking of this, Harman Chief Ali paused, staring at Zuvalo's beardless chin, and an inexplicable smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"Witness the Lord God! When that big shot in Liaodong sees you, he will be very kind! Very kind!..."