Zheng Zunrang asked again: "Brother Jiuke, do you have a letter to send to Xu to remonstrate?"
"Yes." Shi Jiuke nodded and added, "In addition to the letters, there is also a winter coat knitted by my sister. Aren't you worried that the weather in Liaodong is too cold and will freeze."
After saying that, Shi Jiuke took down a package from his carriage.
"It's really cold in Liaodong, so you should prepare more winter clothes." Zheng Zunrang took the package from Shi Jiuke and solemnly handed it to the steward behind him.
The steward took the package and went straight to the canal pier.
When we arrived at the canal pier, we saw that Zhengjia Liquor’s fleet was already ready.
They are all 400-stone watercraft, and each ship is loaded with wooden boxes, and these wooden boxes are basically filled with Zhengji fermented wine in half-liter clay pots.
Zhengjia Winery used to brew rice wine.
But the fermented wine brewed now is beer.
It’s just that the soldiers of the Ming army preferred to call it Mingjiu.
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Mingjiu has become a necessity for the soldiers of the Ming army.
Xu Yingwei was holding a can of Mingjiu in his hand at this time.
The jar is a fired clay pot, half a liter in size, and a bit heavy.
According to the standards set by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Ming army officers and soldiers who are on an expedition are provided with one liter of Mingjiu per person per day, that is, two cans of Mingshu, approximately one can of Mingshu each for lunch and dinner.
To put it bluntly, the Ming army's rations were indeed a bit extravagant.
Seeing Xu Yingwei take a sip of meat on the left and a sip of wine on the right, Park Dongxi couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Xu Yingwei quickly noticed the Korean prisoner of war who was swallowing his saliva. When he walked up to Park Dongxi carrying an unopened bottle of Mingjiu, he shook the bottle of wine in his hand.
This North Korean prisoner of war was captured just two days ago.
At that time, Xu Yingwei was harvesting wheat with his new army.
They also grew their own wheat. They had nothing to do for most of the past six months. Apart from building the gun platform, they planted a lot of wheat and soybeans around the gun platform. Firstly, they relieved their boredom, and secondly, they wanted to lure the slaves.
As a result, it was not until the autumn harvest season that the Jian slaves finally came to attack at night.
The night before yesterday, a group of "Jiu slaves" suddenly came out of the woods and attacked them.
After a firefight, this group of Jiannu musketeers was easily defeated by the Ming army. Dozens of them were killed and more than a hundred were captured alive. Only later did they learn that they were Korean soldiers.
After learning that they were Korean soldiers, Xu Yingwei's attitude towards these prisoners of war became much better.
Although after Bingzi's chaos, North Korea terminated its vassal relationship with the Ming Dynasty and turned into a vassal state of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, the monarchs and ministers of North Korea still loved the Ming Dynasty in their hearts.
All in all, this is a friendly country.
"This wine is called Mingjiu. It quenches your thirst and is delicious."
"Do you want to drink? If you want to drink, just answer my question honestly."
Seeing that there was no expression on Park Dongxi's face, Xu Yingwei laughed at himself and said: "Forget it, you Korean stickman can't understand Ming Dynasty Mandarin at all. It's useless to ask you."
However, what Xu Yingwei didn't expect was that Park Dongxi suddenly spoke.
"What does Goryeo Bangzi mean?" Park Dongxi asked with a frown, "Is it a contemptuous name used by the Ming Dynasty for us Koreans?"
"Ah, can you understand the Ming Dynasty Mandarin?" Xu Yingwei asked in surprise, "I was worried about where to find an interpreter. Now that you understand the Ming Dynasty Mandarin, this is easy."
Park Dong Hee is still struggling with Goryeo Bangzi.
"What does Goryeo Bangzi mean? Why do we call us Goryeo Bangzi?"
"If you don't tell me what Goryeo Bangzi means first, then I will never answer any of your questions."
Xu Yingwei naturally knew what Goryeo Bangzi meant, because Chongzhen had clearly explained to them the meaning and origin of Goryeo Bangzi. This was a derogatory name for the Koreans.
But there is no need to say this in front of North Koreans.
So Xu Yingwei said nonchalantly: "The Korean stick refers to the stick produced in Korea. It is straight and hard. It looks a bit like the character of your Korean people."
"Oh, that's what it meant." Park Dongxi breathed a sigh of relief.
"If this is what you mean, we are really Korean sticks."
Xu Yingwei chuckled and then asked: "What is your name? Why are you fighting for the slaves?"
After the conversation just now, Park Dongxi also let down his guard and said with a wry smile: "My name is Park Dongxi. I come from Gyeonggi Province. There are 5,000 North Korean musketeers who were conscripted to Shengjing with me. In fact, we don't want to replace them at all."
The Jiannu fought a war, but there was nothing we could do about it. We in Korea signed an alliance with the Jiannu and we must abide by it."
"You have come with five thousand musketeers?" Xu Yingwei's expression condensed.
This is a new situation, and it seems necessary to report it to Nanjing in time.
"Yes, this is just the first batch." Park Dongxi nodded and said, "There will be a second batch next year, and the second batch of musketeers will be more numerous, maybe 20,000."
"Twenty thousand?!" Xu Yingwei's face became even more embarrassed.
By this time, Xu Yingwei had already realized the seriousness of the problem.
At that moment, Xu Yingwei asked Park Dongxi again: "Park Dongxi, how many standing troops do you have in North Korea now?"
Park Dongxi sighed softly, shook his head and said: "According to the roster, our Kingdom of Korea should have a standing army of 120,000 people, but in fact I'm afraid we don't even have half of it."
Good guy, he has the same problem as Ming Dynasty, he is on empty wages.
Xu Yingwei thought that if North Korea only had 50,000 or 60,000 troops, it would not be a big problem, because even if these 50,000 to 60,000 troops were recruited to the Central Plains by slave builders, it would be difficult to have an impact on the overall situation.
But soon, Xu Yingwei thought of another problem.
Then Xu Yingwei asked again: "What is the population of North Korea?"
"Population?" Park Dongxi shook his head and said, "We in North Korea have not conducted a population census for many years, but we did one during the Wanli Period. The population at that time was more than five million."
"During the Wanli period, there were still more than five million people?" Xu Yingwei said, "Then after decades of war and chaos, the total population now should be between two and three million."
"It's definitely more than this," Park Dongxi said, "There should still be five million people."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Xu Yinglong next to him couldn't help scolding, "There were only more than five million people during the Wanli period, and after decades of war, there are still five million? So the population of North Korea has not decreased?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "No, no, things are not what you think." Park Dongxi quickly explained, "The population census during the Wanli period is only the total registered population, but in North Korea, apart from the fish scale map,
The population recorded in the book also includes escaped slaves and hidden people, so the actual total population during the Wanli period should have doubled."
Xu Yinglong asked in surprise: "Ten million people?"
"Yes." Park Dongxi said, "At least 10 million people."
After a pause, Park Dongxi added: "But now there are at most five million people left."
Even five million people is still a huge number. Xu Yingwei's brows furrowed even more. If the Jian slaves were allowed to eat and digest the five million Korean people, there would be big trouble.
Xu Yinglong on the other side couldn't help but taunted: "You Koreans are a bunch of trash. You have five million people. How can you make one million strong men? One million strong men can't defeat a mere hundred thousand slave girls."
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"How much better can your Ming Dynasty be than our North Korea?" Park Dongxi retorted, "We in North Korea only have one million strong men at best, but your Ming Dynasty has at least 50 million strong men, so can't we still defeat the Jurchens?"
"Hey, you still dare to talk back?" Xu Yinglong said angrily, "I'll see if I don't beat you to death."
Xu Yinglong raised his fist as big as a sandbag as he spoke, and Park Dongxi quickly curled up into a ball.
"Okay, brother, please stop making trouble." Xu Yingwei stopped Xu Yinglong and said to Park Dongxi, "I'm afraid you are not a child of an ordinary family in North Korea, right? Otherwise, you would never know so much."
Park Dongxi immediately fell silent. He was not just a kid from an ordinary family.
"Here you go." Xu Yingwei threw the wine can to Park Dongxi, "I have a suggestion."
Park Dongxi reached out to catch the pot, feeling a little flattered: "What's your suggestion?"
Xu Yingwei said quietly: "Please forgive me for being blunt, the Kingdom of Korea should bring order to order."
"Bringing order to the chaos?" Park Dongxi's eyes lit up instantly, "Are you going to let me go?"
"Not only do I want to let you go, I also want to give you an army." Xu Yingwei said solemnly.
"You want to give me an army?" Park Dongxi's heart was pounding, "Why?"
"Because your surname is Li." Xu Yingwei said with a smile, "You are from the Korean royal family."
Park Dong-hee can speak standard Ming Dynasty Mandarin and understands so much.
Just these two points, his identity is already revealed.
"No, my surname is Park." Park Dongxi denied in panic, "My surname is not Li."
"Okay, your surname is Pu." Xu Yingwei didn't reveal it.
"You can live in Gaizhou with peace of mind during this period."
Xu Yingwei had to report to Chongzhen first.
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However, the Tang newspaper of General Ye Keshu, who was a slave to Shengjing, arrived at Prince Rui's Mansion in Beijing first.
"The third prince of North Korea, Lord Linping, was captured by the Ming army?" Dorgon looked a little embarrassed, "What did Ye Keshu, a dog slave, do? He was so careless."
The third prince of North Korea, Lee, was captured. This is no small matter.
Because Crown Prince Sohyun of the Joseon Kingdom had just died of illness not long ago, King Lee Joon of Joseon intended to choose one of his two adult sons to be the Crown Prince of Joseon, and Lee was one of them.
But it happened that at this juncture, Li was captured by the Ming army.
This made the diplomacy between the Qing court and North Korea face a severe test.
If it were changed to the past, Dorgon would not have cared at all. If North Korea was disobedient, he would just send troops to teach him a lesson. This could just happen to rob some people back and make up for the Qing Dynasty's demographic disadvantage.
After all, the Qing Dynasty's attack on North Korea was like an adult beating a three-year-old child with a handle in hand.
But the trouble is that the situation now is different from before, and Nanming has risen again.
Now the Qing Dynasty must concentrate all its manpower, material and financial resources to prepare for a decisive battle with Nanming. It really has no time to teach North Korea a lesson, and even has to beg North Korea to send troops to help in the war.