Even in Liaodong in the north, it is definitely not cold in the midsummer of August. A cool breeze blows through in the afternoon, refreshing those who are tired from traveling continuously.
"Well, General Cheng, can we really live in Shengjing?" the leader of the travelers, a gray-haired old man, asked anxiously, "That's where the nobles live! We all
...If you go in, you will be whipped!"
Cheng Peng smiled slightly and said kindly: "Don't worry, old man Wen! Those nobles who are riding on your heads like ghosts are all finished! Now in Shengjing, there will no longer be whips to beat your nobles.
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"And we are only staying in Shengjing temporarily. After everyone rests for a few days, and when more villagers from the surrounding villages gather, the Ming army will escort everyone to the south and live in the pass - the summer there may be a bit
It’s hot, but it will never be as cold as here in winter. If this season passes now...well, there will still be time to plant a season of rice."
"Um... can we really get a field?" A relatively strong man asked in a low voice, "I heard that there is not much to hunt in the mountains over there. If there is not enough food..."
"Don't worry! There were wars in the Central Plains a few years ago, and many fields have lost their owners and are just waiting for people to plant them!" Cheng Peng replied with a smile, and then lowered his voice, using a voice that seemed concealed but could be heard by everyone around him.
The voice said, "Let me tell you the truth... If the battles to quell the chaos had not been fought so hard, so many villages would have been deserted, and the fertile land of the Central Plains would not have been available for everyone to live in!"
"Yes, yes! Ordinarily, the mountains and fields belong to the nobles..." Another old man with scars on his face obviously had painful memories. He touched the scars and said with lingering fear, "They really won't come to steal our food again.
Are you really going to stop killing people with knives just because we hunt in their mountains?"
"You won't believe me no matter how much I say. You'd better wait until you enter Shengjing and see for yourself!" Cheng Peng pointed to the city that could be vaguely seen a few miles ahead, "Those lards are crazy.
My 'noble man' has been punished by the emperor for committing rebellion!"
Of course his words may be true or false, but at least they are not nonsense on the whole.
Since setting the policy of "integrating Jurchens and Horqin Mongols", the Illuminati has actively mobilized, not only mobilizing almost all members of the entire guild, but also borrowing manpower from many friendly guilds, and has assembled more than 100,000 people.
They marched into Liaodong and began the great migration with great vigor.
On August 18, Cheng Peng killed Dorgon, and the Ming army won the most critical battle; on August 23, it was planned to integrate the Jurchen and other tribes. Frank petitioned Emperor Zhu Cihong for approval and appointed a large number of players responsible for the migration.
As an official and the planner, Cheng Peng couldn't stay out of the matter, so he followed the brigade to Liaodong to help integrate the Jurchen tribe.
From August 23rd to August 26th, these days were really dark for the Jurchen and Horqin Mongolian nobles. The players of the Illuminati carried out Cheng Peng's plan very well, and in various cities and towns
A total of more than 8,000 people were arrested in the search for nobles and related personnel.
From August 26th to September 1st, the entire Shengjing almost became a slaughterhouse - groups of nobles were taken to the trial stand, and the lower class people were either pre-arranged or temporarily mobilized to accuse the crimes.
Then they were dragged out one by one and beheaded.
Both the Jurchens and Mongolia were still semi-slavery societies. The nobles treated the civilians very cruelly and accumulated a lot of public grievances. When these public grievances were instigated, you can imagine the rest... According to statistics from the Illuminati,
Not only were the original nobles wiped out, but many of the people who had gained power by virtue of being related to the nobles were also unlucky, and almost three thousand people died in vain.
After completing the task of repaying grievances and repaying grievances, the second task began. According to the plan, Cheng Peng and the others wanted to move all the Jurchen and Horqin Mongolian civilians into the interior, change their surnames to Han surnames, and live in scattered places in the south.
Let them abandon their original identities as soon as possible and integrate into the Han people.
This job went much smoother than expected!
Without any request from Cheng Peng and the others, those Jurchen commoners who personally killed the "nobles" who oppressed them couldn't wait to abandon their previous clan names and actively devoted themselves to the cause of moving south with an almost crazy enthusiasm - the emperor of the south not only
Help them take revenge and vent their anger, and allocate them farmland in a warm place! Although these low-level people are uneducated, they are definitely not stupid! With such a good thing, of course they are very motivated!
On the second day of September, the first migration team of more than 100,000 people set off in a mighty manner under the leadership of Illuminati players. They would cross more than half of China and go to live in the Sichuan area - because of the Ming army there
The war with the Daxi Army caused a huge loss of population. The original Kingdom of Abundance had lost too much blood and was in urgent need of new blood.
After completing this work, Cheng Peng and other masters set off separately and went deep into the white mountains and black waters to search for the smaller tribes and persuade them to come out of the mountains and leave Liaodong, which had raised them but was by no means friendly, to live in the south.
The team led by Cheng Peng now has about a thousand people. He spent a week going deep into the poor mountains and rivers, persuading one village after another, and finally gathered them.
Of course, he was definitely not talking in vain, he used a combination of kindness and power - he killed several local bullies who used force to do evil, proving his strength; at the same time, he also provided a large amount of food and clothing, proving his strength.
Sincerity.
In modern parlance, what he did was called "a combination of threats of force and bribery with benefits." However, the poor Jurchen mountain people did not understand this. They only knew that General Cheng from the Ming Dynasty was extremely brave and generous, so they followed him.
, you can ensure that you have food to eat and clothing to wear.
There’s food to eat! There’s clothes to wear!
Even the most stubborn old man finally gave up in front of these six words and obediently embarked on the road of migrating south.
Cheng Peng is not alone in doing this, similar situations are happening all over Liaodong.
With the Illuminati's generous investment and a large amount of food and clothing, the poor mountain people took refuge in the Ming Dynasty without any resistance. They dragged their families and followed people from all walks of life, leaving their ancestral mountains and fields, and first came to various towns.
They gathered together, and then were protected by large groups of soldiers before heading to various areas that needed to replenish the population.
When the surnames were changed to "Wen", "Wu", "Fu", "Shou"... After the mountain people with Han surnames saw the heads of those once high-ranking nobles tied to bamboo poles outside Shengjing City,
After they settled down in Shengjing and ate white rice and hot soup, even if they were driven back to their hometown, they would not do it!
"It went so smoothly!" On the Shanhaiguan Gate Tower, Frank looked at the line that stretched to the horizon, looked at the people at his feet who were passing through the checkpoints in an endless stream, and looked at their hopeful expressions, and he couldn't help laughing.
"I never thought that things could end like this...really, I never thought!"
Cheng Peng, dressed in casual clothes, sat on the ground of the tower, smiling and saying nothing.
In fact, he himself did not expect that things would develop to this point. But after careful consideration, it was inevitable. When New China was just established and the Tibetan serfs were liberated, the situation seemed to be similar to this.
It's not that he doesn't know these histories, it's just that he mainly studies ancient history, or at most modern history. He really hasn't put much effort into modern history and rarely thinks about it.
"Although it is very different from my original plan, in any case, this result is good for everyone." Xu Tu sighed on the side, "After this war, many places in the Central Plains have become desolate and fertile.
The farmland has completely turned into a wilderness. It would be great if we could get some more people from other places..."
Frank's eyes lit up and he stared at Cheng Peng unblinkingly.
I found that this incomparable master seemed to have a good way of governing the country... "Don't look at me like that, I really can't help it." Cheng Peng was stunned, then shook his head, "Of course there are ways to increase the population, but the key problem is
How to properly digest this population? The Jurchen tribe itself has a very poor cultural foundation and has little resistance to ethnic integration; while their lower class people originally lived a very hard life and eagerly hope to live a stable farming life, and their superstructure is just right
They were all wiped out in one fell swoop, that’s why it was so smooth. If it were another ethnic group, I’m afraid the resistance would be much greater.”
Frank naturally understood that what he said was right, and he sighed with regret.
"When the migration of the Jurchen tribe is completed, it will be time to move some people from the Central Plains to Liaodong... But we can't move too much, we can only live in cities and towns. Those poor mountains and rivers must be abandoned - alas, the theme of this world is fairy tales anyway
, we should leave the famous mountains and rivers to the gods and monsters, we only need to keep the relatively large settlements!"
He led the army to open up positions across the region, and after a few words, he entrusted himself with full authority, exhausted the strength of the entire guild, invested massive manpower and material resources in the great migration, and gave up many territories without hesitation... Changing places, Cheng Peng asked himself
This determination may not be possible.
Although if they were to fight, one Cheng Peng could defeat at least ten Franks, but in terms of leadership ability, the president of the first-class European guild was indeed better than Cheng Peng.
After all, it is impossible for people to be omnipotent in decathlon. There are always strengths and weaknesses. The core of Cheng Peng's area of expertise is fighting after all.
At least in this field, he is the best!
The sky gradually darkened, and the last batch of immigrants entered Shanhaiguan today.
When Cheng Peng was about to leave the tower to meditate and practice his internal strength, he suddenly received a system prompt:
[You have completed Zhang Liang's mission "Peace in the World", mission completion status: Best! 】
