"Ah?" The dark clouds were stunned, so fast? Besides, it's still broad daylight, and Aunt Sumala is still in the tent. Isn't this not good?
Zhu Cijiong urged: "The dark clouds are in perfect order, come here."
Wuyun Qiqige sighed secretly, mustered up the courage to sit in front of Zhu Cijiong and knelt down.
As soon as Wuyun Qiqige knelt down and lowered her head, Zhu Cijiong could see her slender jade neck like a swan's neck, and even the fine down on her jade neck was clearly visible.
Zhu Cijiong couldn't help but take a closer look.
Because this scene of a beauty bowing her head is really beautiful.
Moreover, Wuyunqiqige also exudes a faint fragrance.
Under Zhu Cijiong's gaze, dark clouds' pretty face soon became peach blossoms again.
She was as beautiful as jade, with a peach blossom face. Zhu Cijiong couldn't help but stretched out his hand to gently caress one side of Wuyun Qiqiqi's pretty face, feeling as delicate as warm jade.
Now, Wuyun Qiqiqi's pretty face turned even redder.
And his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.
Zhu Cijiong quickly let go of his hand and asked, "Are you afraid?"
"No, this slave is not afraid." Wu Yunqiqige shook his head slightly and said, "It's just that I feel a little panicked."
"Are you just afraid? Gu is not a wolf and will not eat you." Zhu Cijiong immediately sat up straight and asked, "I want to ask you something, and you need to answer truthfully."
"Yeah." Wuyun responded as lightly as a mosquito.
Zhu Cijiong said: "Do you have many widows in the Chahar Mongolian tribes?"
"Widow?" Zhu Cijiong's question caught Wuyun Qiqige a little off guard. Aunt Sumala next to her also looked astonished, right? King Ding actually has the same hobby as the Holy Emperor?
No wonder it's been so long and I haven't even touched her.
"Hey, I'm asking you something." Zhu Cijiong waved his hand in front of Wuyun Qiqige.
Only then did Wu Yun Qiqige react and said shyly, "Yes, and there are quite a few young and beautiful ones."
"It doesn't matter whether you are beautiful or not. The key is to be young and fertile." Zhu Cijiong rubbed his hands and said, "And the number must be sufficient. How many young and fertile widows are there in Chahar Mongolia?"
"Ah?" Wu Yunqiqige and Sumalagu were completely shocked.
One or two widows are not enough, nor are dozens of widows enough? Just ask for the widows of the entire tribe?
But the question is, how busy can you do it alone? How many lucky people can you have in one night?
"Hey, hey, hey, you are in a daze again. Why are you always distracted? Can you concentrate more?" Zhu Cijiong was also speechless, "I want to ask you, how many young widows are there in the Chahar Mongolian tribes?"
"Oh? Oh oh oh." The dark clouds just woke up like a dream.
He quickly continued: "I don't know the exact number of slaves, but there are always twenty or thirty thousand."
The total population of the Chahar Mongolian tribes is about 100,000, and women account for the majority, at least more than 70,000, and most of them are girls or women of childbearing age.
There are about 20,000 boys and only 10,000 adult men.
There were originally nearly 20,000 adult men, but half of them were lost in the Battle of Baliqiao.
Therefore, the ratio of men to women in various Chahar tribes is now seriously unbalanced, that is, there is a system of step marriage, otherwise the number of widows would be far more than 20,000 or 30,000, at least 40,000 to 50,000, or even more than 50,000.
Because among the more than 10,000 men left, many actually belong to the lowest level of poor herdsmen.
These herdsmen cannot marry Aha, and those widows would rather remain widowed than remarry.
"Only 20,000 or 30,000?" Zhu Cijiong was slightly disappointed when he heard this. "The number is still not enough. It would be nice if there were more. It would be nice if there were 40,000."
Lagu Sumala and Wuyun Qiqige were about to faint.
Want 40,000 widows? King Ding, are you lucky enough to come over?
After a short pause, Zhu Cijiong whispered to himself again: "Two divisions, nearly forty thousand soldiers, twenty to thirty thousand soldiers are not enough to divide, this matter will be a bit difficult to handle."
Lagu Sumala and Wuyun Qiqige both looked at each other.
What do you mean, co-authorship is a misunderstanding of Dingwang?
King Ding didn’t want to take in these widows himself, but wanted to distribute them to the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty’s new army?
After understanding what was going on, the two women were a little embarrassed because they had misunderstood King Ding. But thinking about it, how could King Ding want so many widows?
"Why are you laughing?" Zhu Cijiong noticed the smiles on the corners of the two women's mouths.
"Nothing." Wu Yunqiqige lightly lifted a strand of hair from his cheek, and then continued, "If His Highness wants to marry Aha for the soldiers of the new army of the Ming Dynasty, he can actually find more Mongolian women.
"
"How many can you find?" Zhu Cijiong asked immediately, "Can you find 40,000?"
"Forty thousand is just too much." Wu Yunqiqige explained the truth, and Zhu Cijiong understood it immediately.
In the final analysis, it comes down to property. The Mongolian tribes on the grasslands are also divided into hierarchies. The top princes and nobles have many wives and concubines, and the middle-class nobles can also marry several wives. It is difficult for the lower-level herdsmen to find wives.
Then the tribes on the grassland often have disputes over water sources and pastures, and sometimes they have to go to war under the orders of the suzerain. Therefore, men often die in battle, and after each war there are a large number of widows.
If these widows have cattle and sheep property, they will be adopted by the direct men of their husbands' families.
If there are no cattle or sheep, or there are very few cattle and sheep, then one can only stay single or marry a propertyless herdsman.
Therefore, the cruelest reality is that women on the grassland, like cattle, sheep and horses, are all concentrated in the tents of princes, nobles and middle-class nobles.
Now that the princes and nobles of Chahar Mongolia have been suppressed, and the small nobles in the middle have lost their cattle, sheep, horses, and camels, they are no longer able to support a large number of wives, so there will definitely be a large number of widows on the Ulan Butong grassland.
If Ming Dynasty did not care, there would be only one result waiting for these widows, that is, they would starve to death.
Therefore, Zhu Cijiong asked the Ming Dynasty's new army officers to marry these widows, which was simply an act of Bodhisattva.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! However, Sumalagu said: "Your Highness, actually there is no need to bother. King Ding, you have conquered Chahar Mongolia, so according to the rules on the grassland, Chahar
Everything in the Mongolian tribes is a spoil of war, including the women of the Chahar Mongolian tribes. You have absolute control over them, and they must marry whoever you want them to marry."
After talking about this for a while, he continued: "This is what our ancestor Genghis Khan did. However, after Genghis Khan conquered a tribe, he would only reward the women and children of this tribe to his generals as slaves.
The lower class herdsmen are not rewarded, so Your Highness, you are more merciful than Genghis Khan."
Wuyunqiqige also knelt down and thanked Zhu Cijiong very devoutly: "Your Highness, Wuyunqiqige would like to thank you on behalf of the women of the Chahar tribe. Thank you for arranging a good home for them."
"Ah, this..." Zhu Cijiong suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
It's a bit embarrassing to rob someone else's woman like this and yet have them be grateful.
However, Zhu Cijiong could not make the decision on such a big matter. He had to report it to the court and let the prince decide. After all, Chongzhen was leading the troops outside and it was the prince supervising the country.
There is actually only Yanshan Mountain between Ulan Butong Grassland and Beijing.
Zhu Cijiong immediately found Xu Wuniu and asked him to take people back to Beijing to deliver the message.
After receiving the fire-lacquered letter, Xu Wuniu scratched his head and said with some embarrassment: "Prince Ding, I would like to take a leave. After delivering the letter to Beijing, can I go back to Laodong's hometown first?"
"Go back to your hometown?" Zhu Cijiong asked, "What are you doing back to Laodong's hometown?"
Xu Wuniu said a little shyly: "The main reason is that I haven't been home for more than three years, so I want to go home and have a look."
Seeing Xu Wuniu like this, Zhu Cijiong knew that this boy was not telling the truth, and immediately shouted: "Soldiers are not allowed to lie. Tell me the truth. Why?"
Xu Wuniu could only tell the truth at the moment: "I want to go back to my hometown and get a wife."
"Just to get a wife? There is no future." Zhu Cijiong scolded, "Can't you live without a woman?"
"Prince Ding, you have no conscience when you say this." Xu Wuniu muttered in a low voice, "You have two beautiful maids waiting by your side. Naturally, a well-fed man doesn't know how hungry a man is when he's hungry..."
I never thought that Zhu Cijiong's hearing was sharp enough to actually hear it.
At that moment, Zhu Cijiong straightened his face and shouted: "What did you say?"
"Ah, I didn't say anything." Xu Wuniu said quickly, "I said that you, King Ding, are the reincarnation of the champion."
"You are really right. I want to imitate the champion, and I will not marry until Mongolia is destroyed." Zhu Cijiong snorted, and then continued, "But I will not force you to be like Gu."
Xu Wuniu was overjoyed: "So King Ding, you agree?"
"What did I agree to?" Zhu Cijiong said, "I didn't agree to anything."
"Prince Ding, you are a prince and a king. You must know that you have no words to say." Xu Wuniu was unhappy, "You just said that you agreed to our marriage."
"I agree to your marriage, but there is no need to go back to your hometown to get married."
Zhu Cijiong smiled and said: "In Mongolia, you can also get married."
"Ah?" Xu Wuniu shook his head and said, "Marry a Mongolian woman? Do not do."
Zhu Cijiong was not in a hurry, and said with a smile: "But what if I let you be the first to pick?"
"The first one to pick?" Xu Wuniu couldn't help but feel excited, and asked, "All the women in Chahar?"
"Yes, you can choose from all the women in Chaerha." Zhu Cijiong asked with a smile, "Xu Wuniu, do you still insist on going back to Laodong's hometown to get a wife?"
"If you don't reply, then you definitely won't reply. Only a fool would reply."
Xu Wuniu swallowed and asked again: "Prince Ding, can I choose one more?"
"What are you talking about? Pick two?" Zhu Cijiong kicked Xu Wuniu on the butt, "Believe it or not, I will have you castrated right now and then send you to the palace?"
