Daming: I help my wife be the empress

Conscripted by Mongolian Taiji Qiang as a soldier, and captured by the Ming army, and sent here to collect stones, Duoji thought that he would live worse than a slave, and he would not live long.

However, in the past ten days, although he and a group of prisoners were indeed exhausted from quarrying and transporting stones, the treatment of meals was much better than Duoji expected.

Although I can't get enough after one meal, I can eat three meals a day, and occasionally I can see a little oily star in the porridge.

This actually gave Duoji the idea of ​​quarrying stones for the Ming army all the time—although there is no freedom, at least there is no need to worry about starving to death.There is no need to worry about aristocratic lords coming to beat him for no reason just to have fun.

clang clang clang.

Three gongs sounded, and Duoji and other Qinghai soldier prisoners were urged by the Ming army to return to the camp.Only after entering the camp can they get today's meals.

The prisoner camps are all small camps with one hundred people. There are ten captains selected by the Ming people. They are only responsible for leading the team and helping to maintain order in the camp.

Because there was a disobedient chief in the past, but Duoji worked honestly and hard, so he was promoted to be the new chief.

He didn't get the respect or favor of his teammates because of this, but he got more hostility.

After entering the camp, he led the other nine people in the team and lined up to receive their meals.

"Is surrender really exempt?"

Therefore, it was the first time that many prisoners of Qinghai soldiers heard that Qinghai belonged to Ming Dynasty more than a hundred years ago.

"If the lords of the Ming Dynasty collect taxes, can they charge less than the aristocratic lords?"

"Can we really share the nobleman's pasture?"

After washing the dishes, Duoji and others went back to the tent and waited for the call of the whistle—the Ming army would not give them a lunch break, and they would be called to work again not long after eating.

"Will the aristocrats agree to this? What if we are assigned to the pasture and the fields are taken back by them?"

The Ming army cook who was in charge of cooking gave Duoji a spoonful of porridge with half a spoonful of grains and put it in his wooden bowl, and said with a smile: "There are newly shipped sweet potatoes in the porridge today, you are lucky."

As Dorji opened his mouth, other people also asked in a hurry——

This porridge has a hint of sweetness, and the unknown tuber is even sweeter!

Some said he was killed, others said he was sent to mine in the mountains.

When no one asked any more, both Wang Xianwen and Zhebu had hoarse voices and felt more tired than fighting a battle, so they took off their water bags and drank wildly.

At this time, it was Duoji among the hundred people who came back to his senses first, and asked with trembling voice with anxiety and expectation: "Master Mingjun, is what you said true? Are you really going to sell the pastures, fields and land of the nobleman?" Give us cattle and sheep?"

"···"

You and others invaded Gansu with the Bataiji granted by Gushi Khan. They should have been executed or demoted to hard labor, and worked hard for more than ten years to atone for their sins.

"···"

"Now that the Holy Son of Heaven is in power, revitalizing the Ming Dynasty, quelling internal strife and foreign aggression, and defeating Heshuote's soldiers this time, he is preparing to recover Qinghai and bring the Mongolian, Tibetan and other ethnic groups here under our Ming rule.

After drinking the water, Wang Xianwen brought a pen and paper and a small table, and said in a hoarse voice: "Those who want to return to Daming, come and register now! As long as the registration is completed, you can leave the prison camp immediately and do other things." arrange!"

Instead, two Ming soldiers walked in, one of whom seemed to be a general.

Sure enough, the whistle sounded soon.

More than half of the hundred people were asking excitedly, and Jeb naturally couldn't translate them one by one, so he could only choose some representative questions to translate.

The sweetness of the tuber in his mouth was so different from the sweetness of the cheese that he found it delicious.

"Should you understand?" Zheb was also confused, and he was not sure about the answer.

Whoa!
Hearing what Wang Xianwen said, the hundreds of captives from the Qinghai soldiers were all moved, and they all spoke out——

Wang Xianwen continued: "My Ming Dynasty inherited the Great Yuan Dynasty, so Qinghai was also under the control of my Ming Dynasty at the beginning of the founding of the country.

It’s another miscellaneous grain porridge, but today some strange stems are added, and there are some oil stars floating on it, which smells strange.

Therefore, logically speaking, all the Tibetan and Mongolian brothers living in Qinghai can also be regarded as our Ming people.

After Wang Xianwen explained the imperial government's policy of governing Qinghai as expected, he found that the hundred Qinghai soldiers in the camp stared at him blankly, as if they didn't understand.

"You're not lying to us, are you?"

Afterwards, they returned to their team's tent and squatted down to drink porridge. After a few mouthfuls, Dorji's eyes lit up.

Instead, it is preparing to liberate the herdsmen and farmers who are oppressed by the Mongolian and Tibetan nobles-the imperial court will reasonably distribute the nobles' pastures, fields, cattle and sheep and other properties to you.

Dorji and a hundred people lined up in two teams in the camp, but they were not called out by the Ming army.

Although Duoji didn't make a sound, his face flushed with excitement.It's just that his face was reddish and dark, so he couldn't tell.

It turned out that what Wang Xianwen said just now was so beautiful that these herdsmen and serfs from the bottom class might not have thought of it in their dreams, so they were stunned for a moment.

It was only more than 100 years ago that Yibula and Alta Khan invaded Qinghai successively, and in the past 20 years, Quetu Khan and Gushi Khan successively occupied Qinghai. During this period, I lost control of Qinghai due to internal and external troubles and no time to look around. "

The beginning of this speech was very ordinary. Hundreds of Qinghai soldiers and captives stood quietly, without any emotion.

There are no private schools or schools in Qinghai, and no one will teach history to ordinary herdsmen, so ordinary Tibetans and Mongolians know at most what happened in the past 30 to 50 years, and they may have heard about things in the past [-] years. As for the things that happened a hundred years ago, they really don’t know much. people know.

When they came back to their senses, everyone couldn't believe it.

Wang Xianwen answered patiently one by one after listening.

However, His Majesty thought that you and others are also members of the Ming Dynasty, and most of them made big mistakes because of the bewitching and coercion of the nobles, so he prepared to give you and others a chance to correct their mistakes.

Duoji didn't care, anyway, he made up his mind to be an honest and obedient prisoner.

Then set up prefectures and counties in the Qinghai area, govern the place with officials, and at the same time collect a certain tax burden, help the people of all ethnic groups such as Mongolian and Tibetans increase their output, and gradually improve their lives..."

As a herdsman living in Qinghai, Dorji has eaten fresh cheese, which is sweet but greasy.

At that time, He Suonanpu, the former Tubo Xuanwei envoy of the Yuan Dynasty, presented a form to the Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, and was named the commander of the Hezhou Guard. Since then, Qinghai has been under the jurisdiction of the Ming Dynasty.

Dorje couldn't understand the chef's words at all, but he also felt the kindness, so he smiled honestly.

Immediately, the general of the Ming army said something in Chinese, and the Ming army next to him, who was suspected of being a Mongolian, translated a sentence in Mongolian.

As long as you swear an oath to Qinghai (lake) and return to Ming Dynasty, whether you are serving in the army or serving the people, you can be exonerated from the crimes you committed before and gain a new life! "

"Mongol and Tibetan brothers, I am a military and political officer in the Ming Army. My name is Wang Xianwen. You can also call me Old Wang. This time, I am here to convey and explain the imperial government's decree."

Qinghai has been ruled by Mongolians for hundreds of years, and the Dorji family has lived here for generations, so they can understand Mongolian.

So he asked the soldiers of the Mongolian garrison next to him, "Zhebu, they didn't understand, did they?"

Because all the troublemakers were taken away by the Ming army and never came back.

There were quite a few people who were skeptical, but some people couldn't wait to shout: "My lord (my lord), I am willing to surrender!"

Wang Xianwen pressed down with his hand, and said loudly: "It's a good thing that everyone is willing to return to Daming, but don't worry, listen to me first. You can make a decision after you understand the imperial court's policy on governing Qinghai.

If given the chance, he would even want to seek refuge in the Ming country. Even if he couldn't become a Ming army, he would be satisfied as a man of strength.

"Is this true?"

After the land of Qinghai was confiscated, the imperial court would not set up chieftains as it did a hundred years ago, appoint nobles as officials, and rule the land and the people for the Ming Dynasty.

After dinner, Dorji led the team to wash the dishes—in the prisoner camp, many things required a team to do together and queue up, which caused many people to complain, but no one dared to make trouble.

These words surprised many people.

A thoughtful and suspicious person asked, "What arrangement are you doing?"

Just as Wang Xianwen was about to answer, he strode up to the table alone and said in Mongolian, "I'm registering, I want to be Mingren!"

Wang Xianwen was overjoyed, and he didn't bother to answer the question of the previous person. He directly asked the person in front of him: "What's your name? Mongolian, Tibetan or other ethnicities?"

"Duoji, my name is Dorji, a Tibetan."

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