Chapter 180: For the Ming Dynasty, I will not hesitate to die
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Then I sat down in the elegant seat near the window, sipping tea and eating delicious snacks, and then listened to the lively storytelling downstairs.
It doesn't matter whether the story told in the storytelling is "Zhu Long beheaded the Mongolian Emperor in Hongze Lake" or "The King of England caught the Tatar Emperor alive by fishing in the sea".
Anyway, as long as they can enjoy a prosperous and prosperous life in Beiping City, Enke and other Mongolian tribal nobles will be grateful to the Ming Dynasty.
After all, for thousands of years, if you were a prisoner on the battlefield, not only did you not lose your life, but you lived as a prisoner with plenty of fish, meat, and good food every day. This was unique.
This day.
Enke and two fellow Han officials followed the old rules and went to the last restaurant along the street.
Not long after they sat down, they saw a petty official from Beiping Prefecture walking over in a hurry.
As soon as he saw Enke, the little official said immediately.
"Mr. En, I have found you. The prefect is looking for you!"
When Enke heard this, he immediately put a smile on Fat Dudu's face and said to the little official, "Brother, what does my teacher want from me?"
Although Enke looks rude and honest, he is actually very smart and even a little cunning.
After coming to Peking, he relied on his flexible mind to not only enjoy the prosperous and prosperous life of Peking, but also became a disciple of Song Lian, the prefect of Peking in the Ming Dynasty.
Enke seemed to want to be a Confucian scholar of the Ming Dynasty. Although he did not follow Song Lian to learn Chinese characters and hyphenation every day, after receiving Song Lian's careful teaching, Enke lived up to Song Lian's expectations. In just two months, he was able to speak in perfect detail.
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Of course, this standard of exporting is a bit low, and it is a bit exaggerated. At most, it can memorize some easy-to-understand Confucian model essays.
"Mr. En, now that the imperial court has issued an order, the prefect wants you to go back quickly and obey the order."
"What? An order from the imperial court?"
When Enke heard this, he suddenly trembled all over and felt extremely uneasy.
He didn't know what orders the Ming court gave to these Mongolian prisoners.
He thought that if they mobilized a large number of people to find him, could it be that they had an order to execute them?
The muscles on Enke's face trembled, and he continued to ask in a trembling voice, "Brother, do you know what the court's order is? Could it be that you, could you, kill me?"
Enke's attitude made the small official in Peiping who came to deliver the message laugh in his heart, but he said with an unchanging expression on his face, "Mr. En is joking, the court ordered an official to be sent to you, good thing, great thing
ah!"
"Assign an official? Does the court want to appoint me as an official?" Enke was overjoyed when he heard this, and his smile immediately turned into a flower.
Under the guidance of this petty official from Beiping Prefecture, Enke soon arrived at the Yamen of the Prefect of Beiping.
As soon as they entered the prefect's yamen, Enke and several other Mongolian nobles immediately knelt down in front of Song Lian, the prefect of Peiping.
"Students meet their mentors!"
When these decent Mongolian students saw Song Lian, they saluted respectfully, which made Song Lian smile happily.
He waved his hand calmly, asked Enke and others to stand up, and then said.
"I have received an order from the imperial court. The imperial court has great grace and plans to pardon all your previous sins and allow you to continue to lead the people in Mobei."
"Moreover, each of you will be given the rank of guerrilla general and will be under the jurisdiction of the Mobei Protectorate!"
"From now on, you will be officials of the Ming Dynasty."
After hearing Song Lian's words, Enke and others were not as excited and grateful as Song Lian imagined.
Instead, everyone looked regretful and worried.
When Song Lian saw this, he was slightly unhappy.
He said to Enke at the front, "Enke, why are you still not happy? Are you dissatisfied with the court's decision?"
Enke stood up and saluted immediately, and then said, "My teacher, students dare not lie. The imperial court pardoned our sins. It is already a great grace. How can we dare to be dissatisfied? However, we have been in Peiping for so long and already know
Although I have already absorbed a lot of Ming Dynasty teachings, I always feel that I have not learned enough. If
If I return to Mobei at this time, I'm afraid I won't be able to educate the people of all ministries for the Ming Dynasty!"
What Enke said is actually nonsense.
Now that he has gradually become accustomed to the prosperous and prosperous life in Peiping, he naturally does not want to return to the miserable and backward Mobei.
In other words, even if you want to go back to the Mobei Grassland, it’s not the time now!
Winter is gradually entering now, and the Mobei grassland is already covered with snow.
On the Mobei grassland, apart from sleeping in tents every day in winter, there are no other recreational activities. How can it be compared with that here in Peiping!
In the city of Peiping, you can play freely and enjoy yourself day and night.
Song Lian naturally knew the thoughts of Enke and others. He nodded slightly and said, "Enke, I actually know what you people think."
"But now it's an order from the imperial court, and you have to listen to it even if you have any reason!"
"To tell you the truth, the imperial court plans to open a port in Jinmen, which will be used to transport products from various grassland areas to Yingtian Mansion in the capital!"
"Products from the prairie?"
"Opening a port in Tianjin?"
These pieces of news caused Enke and other Mongolians to raise a lot of questions.
They neither knew where Tianjin was nor what the opening of a port meant.
Moreover, they couldn't figure out what other specialized products on the grassland needed to open a port and transport them to Yingtian Mansion in the capital, thousands of miles away?
"Teacher, I wonder what the imperial court plans to transport from the grassland to Yingtian?"
Song Lian gave Enke and the others answers to these questions.
It turned out that Zhu Han's craftsmen and scholars had mastered and developed a more efficient wool processing technology.
In other words, as long as enough wool can be produced on the grassland, the craftsmen of the Ming Dynasty can turn this wool into wool thread that is warm and comfortable!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! And with wool thread, it means that you can make soft and warm sweaters.
After listening to Song Lian's explanation, Enke and other Mongolian nobles were all shocked.
If this is the case, then the stinky wool on the grassland will be turned into a treasure.
Apart from grass and sand, the most indispensable thing on the grassland is wool.
The tribes on the Mongolian grasslands do not have high wool processing techniques or the quality of wool.
After they collect wool, they often can only make it into hard and rough wool felt.
Wool felt has few uses other than making felt hats and tents.
"The imperial court already has the best and most superior sheep. When you return to the Mobei grassland, we will send people to distribute these sheep to you!"
"At that time, you just let the people raise sheep with peace of mind, just like the people of the Central Plains farm with peace of mind. Sell the wool to the government of the Ming Dynasty, and then use the money from selling the wool to trade various supplies. From now on, just follow the Ming Dynasty,
Follow Ming's command and no tribe will go hungry again!"
Ente and other prairie nobles once again knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Song Lian to thank him.
"Student, thank you very much, teacher."
"In order to be benevolent and righteous, Enke is willing to go through fire and water!"
"I will die for the great Ming Dynasty!"
"From generation to generation, we will be loyal to the Ming Dynasty."
Tianjin is named after the Battle of Jingnan in history.
When Zhu Di rebelled, he crossed the river from here, so he adopted the meaning of "the emperor crossed Tianjin".
Naturally, it is not suitable to call Tianjin now.
In his memorial to his elder brother Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Han renamed this place Jinmen as an important node port connecting Yingtianfu and Beipingdusi.
In the future, Jinmen will become the most important wool textile distribution and transportation center in the north of the Ming Dynasty.
Zhu Han received a large number of modernly bred fine wool sheep as part of his previous sign-in rewards.
Under Zhu Han's arrangement, these sheep have been bred to thousands.
This quantity is enough to form an industrial scale on the grassland.
As long as the tribes on the grassland develop the wool industry,
Once it becomes its main business, it will have new financial sources.
That would be equivalent to the Ming using the invisible hand of economy to strangle the fate of the grassland tribes by the throat.
Moreover, in the face of huge profits, the fearlessness of all herdsmen will be greatly weakened.
After all, when people can eat and drink enough, who would want to go through the days of licking blood from a knife?
After raising sheep and shearing wool becomes as normal as planting crops in the Central Plains, all parts of the grassland will naturally become docile.
The establishment of the Daming Jinmen Port was actually very fast and did not take much time.
Ever since Kublai Khan ordered the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal to be reopened on the basis of the Grand Canal and to strengthen maritime transportation, there has long been a port here.
Now it only needs to be expanded and officials deployed to manage it, and Tianjin Port can easily be restored to its usefulness.
Zhu Han sat in charge of the Peiping Dusi and issued orders one by one.
Soon after, officials from all over Jinmen were mobilized, and port shipping was easily restored in Jinmen and the scale of the port was expanded.
As a result, a steady stream of supplies from the Yingtian Mansion in the capital were transported from Jinmen to Peiping along the busy waterway.
Peiping, in the palace of the British Prince.
Song Lian, the prefect of Peking, was making a report to Zhu Han.
"Your Highness, these more than 300 Mongolian nobles from Mobei have been assigned official positions and pastures have been allocated for them. We are just waiting for them to be sent back to Mobei after the spring of next year!"
"Don't worry, Your Highness, my subordinates have given them numerous instructions, and no one will dare to disobey the orders of the Ming Dynasty."
Song Lian said respectfully from the side.
Zhu Han was very satisfied with Song Lian's report.
As a well-known Confucian in Zhejiang, although Song Lian had some pedantic Confucianism, his political achievements during his tenure in Shandong during these years were considered outstanding, so he was promoted by Zhu Han to serve as the prefect under the Pingdusi in Peking.
His own helper in governing the place.
Zhu Han was also very happy now that Song Lian was able to deal with those Mongolian nobles easily.
"Mr. Song did a good job. After these Mongolians have tasted the benefits, they will never rebel again."
"Don't be stingy with rewards for those Mongolian nobles who are very cooperative. Winter is about to come. Give each of them a few more taels of heating money and let them enjoy more in Peking. Only they will realize the benefits of enjoyment.
, it will be easier to control in the future!" Zhu Han continued, "No matter how ambitious someone is, they will spend their time in this gentle countryside."
Zhu Han was naturally not stingy with money for these Mongolian nobles who acted as a proxy party.
Now the Ming Dynasty is rich in gold and silver from the Japanese country.
Every month, a steady stream of gold and silver arrives at Yingtian Mansion, so there will naturally be no shortage of money.
Zhu Han then said to Song Lian, "Mr. Song, although it has snowed on the grassland, we must not relax about the supplies of the Mobei Protectorate. According to this king's order, you will return all the collected labor wages.
Double the amount, and then mobilize all the caravans and pack horses in Beiping City to transport the materials needed by the Mobei Army to Luo Guanzhong, the Protectorate of Mobei, as soon as possible."
Zhu Han said as he handed a roster to Song Lian.
The various materials listed densely on this list are all the most urgent and important materials in the Mobei Protectorate, among which gunpowder, grain and coal are the largest.
Song Lian looked at the types and quantities of the supplies and immediately knew that this was of great importance and there must be no mistakes.
He said to Zhu Han respectfully, "Your Highness, don't worry, I will definitely arrange manpower to transport these materials to the Mobei Protectorate as soon as possible."
"Okay!" Zhu Han nodded with satisfaction, waved his hand and asked Song Lian to go down and make arrangements.
In the Mobei grassland, white snow covers the earth.
On the grassland, apart from the gray-blue sky in the distance, there is only this vast expanse of white snow.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Luo Guanzhong led three thousand soldiers from the Mobei Protectorate to station here.
Now they are holed up in the fortress, enduring the cold and boredom.
They once spent a winter on the Monan grassland.
I originally thought that I had already experienced the winter on the grassland, but after coming to Mobei, I really saw what it means to be strong among the strongest.
Compared with the winter in Mobei grassland, the grassland in Yingchangfu in Monan is as warm as spring.
Nowadays, the cold wind howls outside Mobei Fortress, which is really like a knife cutting the skin on a person's face.
Even with the blessing of a triple dog-skin coat, just one trip out will make even the strongest man tremble with cold.
Luo Guanzhong knew that everyone in the Mobei Protectorate would have been disbanded long ago if they had not been driven by the ambition to make great achievements.
No one wants to suffer in this inhospitable place.
In recent days, after several heavy snowfalls, not even a single person can be seen around the fortress where the Mobei Protectorate is located.
This made Luo Guanzhong and the Ming soldiers feel infinitely depressed.
Every day he could only stay in the den in the fortress, burning cow dung to keep warm, and drinking the sour and bad wine.
Because it is so cold here in Mobei, all the houses built on the ground are not thick enough to keep warm.
Therefore, half of the houses in the Mobei Fortress are buried underground, and the other side sticks out of the ground, just like houses drilled into the ground one by one. Therefore, the soldiers call this kind of house a nest.
While Luo Guanzhong and several of his officers and soldiers were drinking, he was telling them the story of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms that he was writing.
suddenly.
There was a sound of ringing a brass bell outside, and there was also a shout of surprise.
"Someone is coming!"
"Look, someone is coming!"
"There are people coming from the south!"
"The supplies are coming, the supplies are coming!"
The whole camp suddenly burst into cheers because of this shout.
Since the beginning of winter, they have only received supplies once.
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