A manor less than thirty miles away from Shengjing.
Because this place is close to the Liao River, the land is fertile, and it is only a day's journey from Shengjing, so it has long been in the pocket of the Eight Banners nobles.
As usual, Luo Bei came out of the thatched house that was as dilapidated as a doghouse, stooped, and like other neighbors, started to weed the rice under the harsh eyes of the stewards.
If you accidentally pull off the rice, you will be punished with a whip, and your head will be bruised and bloody.
Over forty years old, he was not even free to get married in this small manor.
Even those who are looked down upon by the stewards are not his turn to marry.
All this is just because he is a serf, a serf who joined the manor less than five years ago, and a soldier slave brought back from the pass.
In the eyes of everyone in the manor, he is the lowest-level person, unlike them who have been with their masters for a long time, and some have even been slaves for three generations in a row.
The only chance to make a comeback is to serve as a soldier, but Luo Bei doesn't have this chance.
He used to wag his tail to flatter him like a dog, but he didn't get any response. He still didn't have enough food and clothing every day, and he didn't have the chance to reproduce at all.
Working day after day has made him numb.
Originally, he heard that Ming Dynasty had returned from the killings, which was his best chance to stand up, but it was like raindrops falling to the ground, and they were quickly evaporated.
Will this be the case in the future?
Suddenly, he raised his head and saw a gust of dust outside the fence, accompanied by the strong sound of horse hooves.
After that, the manor fell into silence.
Soon, several stewards were forced to kneel down, and the serfs did not dare to neglect, so they could only kneel along with them, full of fear and uneasiness.
Ming army——
Luo Bei was shocked. The familiar military robes and the legendary red triangle scarf all showed that this was the Ming army.
I saw this cavalry team of about a hundred people, one man and two horses, looking tired.
The leader didn't even look at them, he just took out a piece of paper from his arms:
"From today onwards, everything in Liaodong will be taken over by the Ming Dynasty. All the land cultivated by serfs will be distributed to the serfs on the ground. Each household will have 100 acres, and there will be no fog -"
"No, General, this is my master's land, why should I give it to these cheap slaves?"
The steward who was kneeling on the ground opened his mouth and couldn't help shouting loudly.
"Pa--" What greeted him was a crisp slap.
The man looked at him arrogantly and disdainfully: "Your master? The only master in the world is the Emperor of Ming Dynasty. In the whole world, who is the king's land, and who is on the shore of the land, is he the king's ministers."
"Your golden-braided Jianzhou Jurchen has fled far away and will never come back."
After that, he felt that it was not enough, so he couldn't help but kicked a few more times, causing a burst of yelling.
"On this journey, I have met many people with evil intentions like you who have taken over the land as private property and even hoped for another owner to come back. Do you think you should die?"
"Tie it up and take it back for trial."
After venting, the man looked back and faced the stunned serfs with a smile:
"Each household has one hundred acres. Bring the land deed and I will divide it one by one."
"From today on, you are no longer serfs, but citizens of the Ming Dynasty. You can take the imperial examinations, join the army, and do business..."
Luo Bei was shocked and couldn't believe it. It all happened too fast.
Until he held the land deed worth 100 acres in his hand, he still didn't believe it was true.
His eyes were red, his lips pursed, he trembled a few times, and finally shouted: "Long live the Ming Dynasty——"
…
"The Manchu Qing Dynasty is gone."
Horqin Grassland, on a grassland, the beautiful setting sun is about to end, but a group of Mongolians are wearing Mongolian robes, riding on horses, hunting to their heart's content.
The first person,
The Horqin tribe belongs to the fiefdom of Hesar, the second brother of Genghis Khan, and is one of the Khans of the Eastern Mongolia.
In the third year of Jiajing, the 14th generation grandson of Hesar, Kuimengktashala, and his family moved to the Nenjiang River Basin to escape the war, so it was also called Nenhorqin.
In order to rule over the surrendered Mongolian tribes, the Qing government implemented the alliance banner system among the various Mongolian tribes and appointed Zasak, the highest official of the banner.
That year, five banners and ten kings were established in the Horqin tribe.
These ten kings, unlike other titles in the Manchu Qing Dynasty, were all hereditary and not replaceable.
King Shetu, Oba, had no horse and couldn't help but touch the mane of the war horse under his crotch. He couldn't put it down because of the smooth and delicate horse hair:
"Former allies, now I'm afraid it's our turn to come to the rescue. What do you think?"
King Tujun looked surprised: "You are talking about allies, they have controlled us tightly. Now it's better, we can finally feel free."
Duke Zhenguo curled his lips: "You think simply."
"There is nothing on the grassland, including silk, grain, porcelain, tea, beauties, and slaves. Without the Jurchens to provide these, our life in the grassland would be difficult."
"Although the previous days were very restrictive, I was still happy!"
King Tujun couldn't help but retort: "If it weren't for the Chahar boys messing around, how could we have formed an alliance with the Jurchens and become real subordinates..."
"Let's grab these things when they are gone. The Ming Dynasty is in the south. Are you still worried about not having anything?"
"Okay!" King Xie Tu shook his head: "No matter what the outcome is, the three of us must be of the same mind. There are not many soldiers in the front, middle and rear banners. Only by gathering together can we have strength."
Although the words were not speculative, several people agreed with this proposal.
King Xie Tu was sweating on his forehead and galloped back to the camp.
"How's it going, Khan?"
A Mongolian man walked over with an inquiring look on his face.
"Not very good." King Xie Tu said helplessly: "These two old boys just don't answer the conversation and pretend to know nothing. In fact, they are more cunning than anyone else."
"But fortunately, they promised me that the three of us will be together, otherwise it would be really difficult to end it."
"Prince Tujun is your nephew, so you should be obedient."
"No, I'm old and my words don't count anymore."
King Xie Tu shook his head and smiled bitterly.
But this expression appeared very strange on his stern appearance.
The big man nodded in agreement: "Great Khan, the Qing people have arrived. When will you see them?"
"Did the Ming army come?"
King Xie Tu sighed: "Just one person can't be sold at a good price."
The big man showed a sly smile: "So I excused you and went out, and I won't come back until two days later."
"By that time, Akito should also be here."
King Xie Tu could only nod his head, and then waited for another two days. He could not shirk the offer and had no choice but to meet the Qing envoy.
"The Qing Dynasty needs five thousand troops from the right wing."
As the leader of Horqin's right wing, King Xie Tu naturally has a strong voice.
The envoy directly stated his intention.
"Five thousand?" King Xie Tu was shocked: "There are not that many people. In recent years, all the good men have been sent to the Eight Banners. How can there be so many soldiers?"