Be the emperor from the postman

Chapter 636

He Jinzhao's purchase of felt cloth clothes for the Mongols shocked them, because people in the Central Plains generally look down on their clothes, so how beautiful it is to wear silk!
However, in order to resettle the refugees and also win over the Mongols, He Jinzhao took the initiative to spend money to come up with a method to strengthen exchanges between the two sides.

Roufu, formerly known as Yunnei Prefecture, was abolished in the fifth year of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty.

On the surface, this place is occupied by the Mongolian Maoming Anbu, but secretly it has long been the site of the remnants of the White Lotus Sect.

With the joining of the Han people here, the surrounding land was reclaimed to grow wheat, rapeseed, flax, and even a large area of ​​medicinal materials, mixed with the medical inheritance of the White Lotus Sect, which is much better than the Mongolian witch doctor.

Bai Lian taught Master Jiu to smoke a dry cigarette, looking at his grandson Zhao Dun in front of him.

When the temple in Shanxi was destroyed, he and his younger brother Zhao Jie were sent to study with hammer bandit He Jinzhao, saying they were hostages, but He Jinzhao directly arranged the two of them to study in the martial arts hall, and then entered the army to practice.

Looking at the completely new grandson in front of him, Master Jiu smiled with satisfaction. After all, he lost a lot of the habits and looks of the barbarians, and the grassland was not his home after all.

There are many place names outside the Great Wall called Shahukou, Shahushan and the like, which were later changed to Shahukou by Kangxi.

"How did you come back?"

"Grandpa, I am here to deliver a letter to Grandpa under the orders of the Generalissimo."

Master Jiu spit out eye circles and said, "Your grandfather and I can't read, but you can read."

"okay."

Zhao Dun read to his grandfather the content of He Jinzhao's letter, which was to ask him to find some skilled herdsmen who had no cattle or sheep, organize them to go to Piantouguan, and make money from felt cloth.

Master Jiu nodded: "That's not a problem, we still have some strength in teaching on the grassland, especially for the poor."

Poor places will attract more and more people to join the sect, praying to change their destiny through the gods.

Apart from the fact that the White Lotus Sect requires money from wealthy families, most of its members are not very rich.

Zhao Dun grinned and sat aside with a smile after finishing his business.

"Good boy, are you still working with Grandpa Ni and me first?"

"The Generalissimo personally explained that my grandson must not mess up the errand. I will not be able to rest until Grandpa has an accurate reply."

"Yeah." Master Jiu coughed twice: "I've learned some skills, let me ask you, did your Generalissimo really kill the head of the Jurchen Tartars?"

"That's natural. I watched the ceremony on the square of the Hall of Valor a few days ago. Four brothers won the second-class military medal for this, which is very impressive."

Zhao Dun showed envy in his eyes: "I only hope that in the future when wars happen again, the Generalissimo will choose our brigade to go out, so that my grandson will have the opportunity to make meritorious deeds. When the time comes, I will come back with a military medal, and I will show grandpa."

"Good ambition, how many troops do you have under the command of the Generalissimo?"

Hearing this, Zhao Dun immediately stood up, bowed his head and said, "Grandpa, don't ask what you shouldn't."

"Isn't it okay for our grandpa and grandson to talk to each other?" Master Jiu knocked on his cigarette bag and looked at his grandson.

"You can't talk nonsense about military secrets."

"Hey." Jiu Ye held up the cigarette pipe and made a gesture to hit him: "You kid can't tell who is your real grandfather?"

"Since my grandpa asked the question sincerely, then I will tell grandpa the truth, and don't spread it to the outside world."

Master Jiu said with a smile on his face: "That's right, and keep your heart in your stomach, your grandfather and I are notoriously tight-lipped."

Zhao Dun stretched out his finger: "1 people."

The smile on Master Jiu's face stopped immediately: "Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?"

"I said Grandpa didn't believe it, so why are you asking me!"

"Good boy." Master Jiu glared at his grandson, saw Zhao Dun gritted his teeth and did not let go, and laughed: "Okay, from now on I won't worry that you won't be able to get along well outside alone."

After he finished speaking, he took another step forward, patted his grandson on the shoulder and said:
"Since you have chosen your own camp, you have to go straight to the dark. Don't step on two boats. With your brain, you can't play it. It's better to leave the White Lotus Sect, so as not to be dragged down by it in the future. "

"clear."

Zhao Dun let out a breath, and the expression on his face relaxed.

"Go and talk to your parents."

"Yes."

Master Jiu lit the dry tobacco again, huddled in the old sheepskin, and breathed out the smoke lightly. He Jinzhao had some tricks, he even dared to go to Beijing to kill the emperor, and his ambition was not small.

Since my grandson has the opportunity to rebel with him, and maybe even have a chance to get a title, how can I let my grandson join the White Lotus Sect again?
He clearly knew that even if He Jinzhao used the White Lotus Sect, he would not be exempt from rebellion and would immediately classify the White Lotus Sect as a cult.

Master Jiu has his own news channel, he doesn't know if he can see that day, because the White Lotus Sect is not under his control, it is best for future generations to leave if they can, so as not to be implicated.

He didn't think that Su Yantaiji had the ability to resist He Jinzhao's team. They couldn't even beat Lin Danhan, not to mention that a large number of Lin Danhan's people had already defected to He Jinzhao and were willing to advance for him.

A lot of news gathered to him, and finally summed up and refined, among all the rebels, the hammer bandits are the team most likely to win the world, and there is a great probability that this treasure is right.

Jiu Ye took out all kinds of papers with words written behind him and threw them into the brazier. He felt that he was illiterate, and in the eyes of others, it was impossible for him to be able to.

"A man with a talent for managing the world can only grow old under Lin Quan!"

Master Jiu let out a long sigh, lamenting that he was getting old.

If he is given another 20 years, he must participate in this grand event.

He Jinzhao, a rebel prodigy, is truly rare in a thousand years. He has twisted all kinds of characters into a rope for his use.

Jiu Ye wished to have a good communication with him, but his time was running out.

He wants to control the Mongolian right wing, and that just helps him.

Master Jiu blew his own trumpet, entered a person, and gave him a few words.

The tribal leaders who have not surrendered to the hammer bandits after a month can be secretly slaughtered.

The servant saluted heavily, and then slowly exited the tent.

Henan territory.

Li Zicheng also received a letter from He Jinzhao, hoping that he could transport a group of refugees from Henan to the border of Shanxi, where there would be hammer bandits to take over, just to prepare for next year's spring plowing, because a lot of arable land is empty.

Regarding the matter He Jinchao ordered, Li Zicheng agreed wholeheartedly, Henan is really suitable for the development of the Ming rebels.

Many poor people are experiencing the situation of the people in Shaanxi in the past two years. They can't afford to eat, and they don't even need his escort. As long as the news is released, a large number of refugees will rush to Shanxi to survive.

The only problem was that Li Zicheng didn't know how much food He Jinzhao had to support him.

Sending many refugees hastily would inevitably put him in a dilemma.

He sent someone to find his nephew Li Guo, and planned to discuss it together. It is true that He Jinzhao did not give him a clear number, but Li Zicheng can be sure that the more the better.

(End of this chapter)