The man in the scribe's robe who stepped forward wiped the blood from under his nose, straightened his robe sleeves, pushed away the German soldiers, said "I can walk on my own", and walked up to the invaders' horse with his head held high.
forward.
Yue Tuo looked at him condescendingly, but his tone was not harsh: "Do you live in this city? What is your name? A civil servant or a merchant? A military household or a civilian household?"
The scribe said: "I am neither an official nor a businessman, but the people of the Ming Dynasty have names and surnames. My name is Xia Wenming, and I am a citizen of this city."
"The headscarf you are wearing is a headscarf only worn by scholars in the Ming Dynasty, right?"
"So what?" Xia Wenming said coldly.
"Nikankou, kneel down and answer your master's words!" Oboi on the side raised his riding whip as if to whip him.
Yue Tuo raised his hand to stop him and continued: "I heard that you scholars in the Ming Dynasty look down on soldiers the most. You are different from them."
Xia Wenming's chin was raised a little higher, but his eyes no longer only contained disgust and disdain for the invading barbarians, but a bit more solemnity, and he presented it to Yue Tuo openly.
"Our guards and commanders are strong enough to fight, and they are like men. If you have the heart of a man on the battlefield, let me dress their bodies properly, bury them here, and build tombs and erect monuments."
Yue Tuo stared at Xia Wenming for a moment, turned his head and said these words to Degerei in Jurchen language.
Mu Zaohua observed the subtle expressions of the two Belles while they were talking.
Soon, she reacted before the two men who had the real power of life and death.
“Mr.
Don't burn the corpses. After the war, winning people's hearts and appeasing the prisoners are the most important things."
Xia Wenming could only understand the Chinese part, so he couldn't help but look at Mu Zaohua in surprise.
Mu Zaohua looked back calmly: "I am a Han from the Zhenglan Banner. The Great Khan and Beile treated our surrendered Han people very well, and allowed me to take the bannermen to do business. Mr. Xia, don't be surprised, you are so righteous.
I should use the money I just earned to help you, and also to accumulate virtue for myself."
Xia Wenming was stunned for a moment, then gave Mu Zaohua a fist and looked back at Yue Tuo.
When Yue Tuo saw that this scholar from the Ming Dynasty did not say anything to Mu Zaohua, such as "You shameless woman who has forgotten her ancestors," he felt a little worried.
“Mr.
At dusk, Yue Tuo's soldiers, taking Mu Zaohua and Xia Wenming, returned from outside the city to the Efeu City military mansion where the Jianzhou generals were temporarily staying.
"Mr. Xia's house is in a mess," Mu Zaohua said. "The neighbors said that they were responsible for smashing the residents to death."
Yue Tuo put down the Ming Army sword he was studying: "Is there something wrong at home?"
"Fortunately, Mr. Xia lives alone. Baylor, I'm afraid those people will attack Mr. Xia again at noon. Can you let him stay here tonight?"
"Yes." Yue Tuan nodded at Mu Zaohua's suggestion and motioned to his soldiers to find a resting place for Xia Wenming.
The soldier inquired probingly: "Master, do you want to tie him up?"
"No tying is allowed," Yue Tuo simply stood up, walked to Xia Wenming, who was standing sadly a few steps away, and said word by word: "In my founding state, the most respected people by the Great Khan and us banner leaders are also scholars.
Mr. Xia looks at us like barbarians, but I can't help but treat him with courtesy."
Xia Wenming did not respond verbally or physically to the enemy leader, but left silently with his soldiers.
Yue Tuo gave a few instructions to another soldier, who took charge of guarding Xia Wenming all night and followed him.
Mu Zaohua came closer to Yue Tuan and said softly: "When I was digging the grave, I asked him where he came from. He was originally from Liaoyang, and he himself was a scholar, but he had a bad temper and couldn't stand the scribes there.
In addition, his parents were dead, so he simply came to Efei City and lived in the old house left by his grandfather's family. He wrote letters to people on weekdays, helped businessmen to make contracts and other things, and earned some food and money. The dead boss, the family
The baby learns to read after him, which is good for him."
Yue Tuo listened carefully.
On the way back from Yiju to the north, Mu Zaohua had a deep conversation with him. She actually agreed with Sibeile Huangtaiji's approach, treating the Han people leniently, and slowly recruiting the literate Ming people on the Manchu-Han border.
Just like Fan Wencheng who was brought from Fushun. Although Fan Wencheng finally died in Beijing, he lurked for more than half a year before his secret was revealed. This at least proves that the Han people were either strengthening the internal civil affairs of the Jin Kingdom or being sent out to do espionage.
Exploration is useful.
Therefore, when Mu Zaohua came forward to say those words today, Yue Tuo had already guessed that she wanted to recruit Xia Wenming.
"Okay, let's see in the next few days. If he knows what's going on and is willing to go to Hetuala, I will talk to Uncle Huang Taiji and arrange for him to make a post first."
Mu Zaohua smiled lightly, then suddenly remembered something and added in a low voice: "Yue Beilemo said it was me who came up with the idea. I was afraid Sanbeile would be unhappy."
Yue Tuo frowned, then snorted: "He doesn't like Han people, but aren't you a Han person?"
Mu Zaohua said with sadness: "He is very good to me, so he no longer regards me as a Han. But in order to make him happy and to make the Khan happy, I whipped the Han people in the flag to wrap their clothes. In fact, it was very uncomfortable.
tight."
The voice of the woman who was close at hand became lower and lower, and then she fell into silence.
Yue Tuo waited for a while, but when he saw that she had no intention of continuing, he replied with the word "OK", then picked up the good knife that was captured from the guards of E Fei City and walked to the room that the soldiers had packed up.
Mu Zaohua lowered her head and looked at the moonlight under her feet.
During those days when she lived in Chongming, Mrs. Zheng also sat under the moonlight in the courtyard, teaching her tips on understanding a man's mood and emotions.
The lady's tone was indifferent, like farmers discussing how to groom pigs.
The moon in the sky changes from a full moon to a starry moon.
Mu Zaohua discovered that it was the lady's calm and calm attitude that allowed her to clearly distinguish between Mr. Wu and the Tatar nobles who became the topic of their discussion, and prompted her to treat animals with the same eyes.
Treat the latter, so that in today's situation, when controlling the emotions of Tatar men, there will be no trace of disgust.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When farmers are grooming pigs, they can only focus.
Mu Zaohua ate the dry food and hot porridge that A Xue brought her, and was about to take a rest when she heard Dege's voice.
"You and Yue Beile have been talking for a long time." Dege came out of the shadows.
"What else?" When there were no other Jianzhou men around, Mu Zaohua adopted a completely different way of speaking than during the day, "Derge Lei, please teach me how I should serve your red-flag-emblazoned leader?"
"Serve?"
"Yes, the owner of the flag with the red flag ran all the way to Yizhou, stinging me like a leech, and wanted to buy copper. Should I slap him in anger and return to Hetuala, or should I just talk to him nicely?
He coaxes you to do well and consider the long term? If it is the approach from the front, do you think I dare? Do I deserve it? If it is the approach from the back, isn't it possible for you to be honest with the blue flag? At least your relationship with the red flag will not be the same as with the positive one.
Is the white flag one as bad?”
Degelei was stunned by Mu Zaohua's string of questions, and suddenly returned to the situation when he was robbed of his love by her when he was fleeing in Mongolia.
Mu Zaohua leaned forward and said to Degerei with cathartic cruelty: "Don't be self-righteous and spy on me. My feelings for Sanbeile are not something you, who have been arguing with Fujin all day long, can understand."
Degerei looked at this face so close to him, his breath quickened with annoyance: "You, you, you are not allowed to say that to me and Fujin!"
The words that came out showed a clear and foolish childishness, which was completely different from the murderous and ferocious spirit of the master when he commanded the siege during the day.
Mu Zaohua weighed her options, then turned into a depressed look, and said to herself: "Yes, why should I laugh at you two? At least you can be together under the same roof. And what about me? Can I really do this?
Will she be your sister-in-law?"
She turned around and sat on the moonlit stone, and said to Axue, who had already retreated timidly, "Bring me my cigarette pole."
Seeing that Mu Zaohua didn't walk away, Derge Lei felt less angry for some reason.
After standing there for a while, the young Belle spoke loudly: "I haven't asked you yet, did you endure hardships when you went to Yiju?"
"You didn't have to endure hardship, but you did eat something really good." Mu Zaohua took the cigarette rod from A Xue, "The stuff you wear here is the same as the hibiscus shell soup that saved your life in Mongolia.
A flower blooms. However, that soup is medicine, and this divine crow ointment is a tonic."
Mu Zaohua put it on skillfully, took a few puffs, and her voice softened: "It not only replenishes the body, but also makes people forget their troubles."
Degerei saw the woman's hand reaching out, as if she had used her helmet to bring him medicinal soup.
