"Hai Rigu, want a leg of lamb?" Wu Biantan carried a leg of lamb that had just been decomposed from the roasted whole lamb, came to Hai Rigu, and said with a smile, "It's good with cumin."
eat."
"Bah!" Hai Rigu spat out a mouthful of phlegm, "Traitor."
Wu Batan was not angry because Hai Rigu did not spit at him.
It can be seen that Hai Rigu actually cherishes the childhood friendship between the two in his subconscious.
When Wu Batan was seventeen years old, he went to western Liaoning to apply for the army and became a servant of his ancestral family. Before that, he had been living in Gongtu tribe and getting along with Boritiechna, Hairigu and others day and night.
"Don't be so angry," Wu Baotan said with a smile, "being angry can harm your health."
"Bah!" Hai Rigu was obviously still angry, "You traitor, don't talk to me. You are just a vicious dog raised by the people of the Ming Dynasty, and you only bite your own people."
"You are right, I am the dog raised by the emperor of the Ming Dynasty."
Wu Baantan said with a smile: "But what's wrong with being a dog? Just like the shepherd dogs raised by our herdsmen, they have hot meals to eat and occasionally meat bones to chew. They can also raise puppies safely, no matter what.
How strong are the wild wolves wandering on the grassland? They endure all kinds of hardships in the wind and snow, but they can’t even feed their own cubs, so why bother?”
Hai Rigu was a little confused. He couldn't refute what Wu Baotan said.
"A person's life is only a few decades. What are you trying to do? Isn't it just Aha's ox, sheep and horse?"
Wu Batan then said: "Do you know what title I have in Ming Dynasty now? Do you know how much salary I can receive in a month? How many cattle and sheep can I buy with this salary? Also, do you know how much money I have now?
How many wives and children do you have? Do you know where my sons and daughters go to school?"
"Going to school?" Hai Rigu was confused, "Can your daughter go to school too?"
"Of course, the Ming Dynasty is different. Forget it, you don't understand, you don't understand what it means to go to school." Wu Batan looked at Hai Rigu with a look of hidden pity, "Hai Rigu, don't you
You will understand that the various tribes on our grasslands are just living, and are essentially no different from cattle, sheep, horses, camels, and wolves."
“It wasn’t until the Ming Dynasty that I realized what it means to live like a human being.”
After a pause, he said sincerely: "Hai Rigu, the moment we came out of our mother's womb, we were safe and sound. We swore an oath to the Immortal Heaven and would never abandon it in this life, so please be sure to believe me and follow me.
I also swear allegiance to the Ming Dynasty. From now on, you will live like a human being, not an animal that is ready to be slaughtered."
Hai Rigu looked at Wu Bangtan with a blank expression, suddenly feeling that this person was so strange.
Is this really the same An Da who went down the river with him naked and fished for fish and shrimps, and played with him until he was seventeen?
What he said sounded a little obscure, but it seemed to make sense.
While he was talking, a military doctor came over with a medicine box, preparing to operate on Hai Rigu.
Seeing the military doctor pick up a sharp scalpel, Hai Rigu's eyes instantly revealed a fierce light.
Wu Batan quickly persuaded and said: "Hai Rigu, this is our army medical officer. They are all surgeons who graduated from Daming Medical College. They have very superb medical skills. He can cure your gunshot wound."
Contrary to his trust in Wu Batan, Hai Rigu quickly calmed down.
The military doctor carefully examined Hai Rigu's leg injury and said, "It's pretty good. No bones were hit, and it was a penetrating injury. As long as the wound is treated, it will heal quickly."
While talking, the military doctor took a tachyon, wrapped it in cotton gauze, dipped it in some salt water, and inserted it into the sore.
Hai Rigu opened his mouth and wanted to curse, but Wu Po Tan took the opportunity to stuff the lamb leg in. Hai Rigu could no longer make a sound and could only chew the mutton with big mouthfuls.
…
In Osaka, Chongzhen visited the Dojima rice market again.
By this time, the order in Osaka had been completely restored, and merchants and citizens had become accustomed to the presence of the Ming army. When they saw the Ming army approaching in formation, they would consciously step aside and bow to both sides of the street.
After walking around the Dojima rice market and returning to the Zhou Yu official hall, Chongzhen had a new idea.
"Zheng Qing, maybe you can achieve your goal without using too drastic means." Chongzhen said thoughtfully.
Zheng Zhilong was confused after hearing this. He had no idea what Chongzhen was referring to, and what was too drastic means? He was referring to the use of force against the Japanese country? Wasn't it already fought?
Seeing Zheng Zhilong's confused look, Chongzhen quickly explained: "I said there is no need to rob people."
"No need to rob people?" Zheng Zhilong said, "The Holy One said, let the Japanese pass by themselves?"
"Yes, let them go to the Ming Dynasty by themselves." Chongzhen said, "I just went to the Dojima Rice Market. I don't know if you noticed that even in a big city like Osaka with developed commerce, most citizens still don't have enough to eat.
Only the warrior class and above and a small number of merchants have the opportunity to fill their stomachs."
"That's natural." Zheng Zhilong said, "The cultivated land of the Japanese country is only 30 million shi, but its actual output is definitely less than 30 million shi. However, the population of the Japanese country is more than 10 million, and each mouth is not enough.
How can you fill your stomach with three stones? The citizens of Osaka are either businessmen or factory workers, so they are pretty good."
Chongzhen said: "In other words, the situation in the rural areas of Japan is worse?"
"It's much worse than here." Zheng Zhilong said, "Every year, a large number of people starve to death."
"That's right." Chongzhen said, "In order to avoid arousing the shogunate's vigilance, we will not rob people on a large scale but recruit first. We will recruit a large number of Japanese farmers to work in the Ming Dynasty on the condition that they can have enough to eat when they work in the Ming Dynasty.
"
The population replacement of the four Japanese islands and the Korean Peninsula is a long-term process, because even if they want to replace it now, the Ming Dynasty does not have excess population. Before the population explosion of the Ming Dynasty, it was unable to colonize on a large scale, so now
It is not advisable to take too drastic measures.
Just adopt mild measures like North Korea.
Zheng Zhilong asked: "In this case, will the Japanese slaves be sold after they are transported back?"
"Of course, they will be sold just like they are shipped back." Chongzhen said, "It's just that Osaka won't rob them, but what should we do after the Japanese slaves are shipped back to China?"
Zheng Zhilong asked again: "What should I do if there are no Japanese slaves to apply?"
"This is impossible." Chongzhen shook his head and said, "As long as the propaganda work is in place, there will definitely be Japanese slaves applying. After all, for the farmers of the Japanese country, no matter how bad they are after going to the Ming Dynasty, they will not be worse than staying in the Japanese country."
…
Ulan Butong Grassland, Jiangjun Paozi.
The weather has been fine for several consecutive days, causing the temperature in the Ulan Butong Grassland to rise a lot. It is no longer as cold as before, and the situation of cattle, sheep and livestock dying from freezing has also improved significantly.
But what made Zhu Cijiong even more happy was the reaction of the Chahar Mongolian tribes.
Hu Guozhu said with a smile: "King Ding, the leaders of the Chahar Mongolian tribes are still very stubborn. Except for the leader of the Gongtu tribe, Boritiechna, who expressed his surrender, the other dozen tribal leaders still refused to surrender.
But most of those thousands or hundreds of households have already sworn allegiance to the Ming Dynasty, not to mention the herdsmen."
For herders, filling their stomachs is the most important thing.
Those thousands or hundreds of households do not have a strong sense of autonomy.
For these thousands or hundreds of households, allegiance to the Ming Dynasty was just a matter of changing their leader, and this leader was more powerful and could provide them with better treatment.
Only the leaders are unwilling to give up their power easily.
But Zhu Cijiong would not tolerate them and said: "I have done my best to them. Since they are stubborn, there is nothing more to say. Except for Boritiechina, the other dozen or so leaders were killed."
Hu Guozhu received Zhu Cijiong's order and immediately turned around and left. This was to kill people under the order.
Hu Guozhu had just walked out of the tent when Xu Wuniu came in and reported: "King Ding, the leader of the Gongtu tribe, Boriti China, came here specifically to express his gratitude to you."
"Really?" Zhu Cijiong said happily, "Please invite him in quickly."
Xu Wuniu immediately opened the tent door and saw a Mongolian man standing outside the door with a girl. Although the girl was wearing a bloated Mongolian robe, her face was fair and beautiful.
Aunt Sumala, who was sitting on her knees by the stove cooking haggis, immediately turned her head and looked over.
When Bori Tiechi came in, he knelt down on the wool blanket, murmured something, then pulled the fair and pretty girl behind him to his side, and then knelt down at Zhu Cijiong's feet.
Zhu Cijiong turned his attention to Aunt Sumala. He could not understand Mongolian.
Aunt Sumala translated with a smile on her face: "The man from Boritichi said that he was grateful to the military medical officers of the Ming Dynasty for curing his old and new injuries. He also said that His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty and King Ding
Your Highness is like the sun and moon in the sky, and he is willing to be one of the stars in the sky, guarding the Ming Dynasty forever from generation to generation."
After saying that, he took the little girl's hand and said, "The man from Boritichi also said that he would give his daughter Wuyun Qiqige to your highness as a slave to serve you in your daily life."
"For the details of Gongtu's dark clouds, please refer to His Highness Prince Ding."
The girl Yingying bowed down, but this time she performed Chinese rituals and spoke in Chinese.
"Can you speak Chinese?" Zhu Cijiong was a little surprised. He didn't expect there to be such a pearl on the grassland.
When I looked at it more carefully, I realized that the dark clouds were really beautiful in all their patterns. They were no less beautiful than the beauties from the south of the Yangtze River, and they even had a dashing and heroic appearance that only a first-class prairie girl could have.
At that moment, Zhu Cijiong said happily: "Okay, I will accept your kindness."
Bori Tiechi left with satisfaction, and Wuyun Qiqige quickly stepped into her role as a maid, and followed Aunt Sumala as she knelt down by the stove to cook haggis soup.
Zhu Cijiong, however, looked at the dark clouds and fell into deep thought.
Rao is a girl who grew up on the grassland, but she was a little embarrassed by Zhu Cijiong's direct gaze, and a peach blossom blush slowly appeared on her pretty face.
Aunt Sumala clung to the dark clouds and whispered a few words.
The dark clouds became even more shy as time went on.
Zhu Cijiong suddenly clapped his hands and shouted: "Yes!"
Wuyun Qiqige was startled and almost dropped the wooden spoon in his hand.
Not surprisingly, some readers criticized the slave labor trade in the book. In fact, this is a historical fact. Not to mention the Ming Dynasty, slave status was still retained until the Republic of China. The so-called selling contract meant selling oneself into slavery. Those who worked as domestic slaves in wealthy families
There is essentially no difference between the domestic slaves and the black slaves on the Latin American plantations, because the law of the Republic of China is said to protect the personal and personal property safety of domestic slaves, but this is simply a piece of paper and in name only. It was not until the new China that the domestic slavery system was truly abolished.
