Daming: Brother, there is no future for monks, let's rebel

Chapter 180 For Daming, Ten Thousand Deaths Will Not Resign
Then sit down in the elegant seat near the window, sip tea and eat delicious snacks, and then listen to the lively storytelling downstairs.

As for the stories about "Zhu Longxing Beheading the Emperor Meng Yuan in Hongze Lake" or "The King of England Captured the Tartar Emperor Alive", these stories don't matter.

Anyway, as long as they can enjoy a prosperous and affluent life in Beiping City, Enke and other Mongolian tribal nobles will continue to be grateful to Daming.

After all, for thousands of years, being a prisoner on the battlefield, not only did he not lose his life, but it was a life of a prisoner who enjoyed eating and drinking every day, which was unique.

this day.

Enke and two accompanying Han officials followed the old rules and came to the last restaurant along the street.

Not long after they sat down, they saw a small official from Beiping Mansion hurrying over.

After seeing Enke, the little official said immediately.

"Mr. En, I have found you, the magistrate is looking for you!"

When Enke heard this, he immediately squeezed out an anxious smile on his chubby face, and said to the little official, "Brother, what does my mentor want from me?"

Although Enke has a rough appearance and a simple and honest appearance, he is actually very intelligent and even a little cunning.

After coming to Peking, with his flexible mind, he not only enjoyed the prosperity and prosperity of Peking, but also worshiped Song Lian, the magistrate of Peking in the Ming Dynasty.

Enke seemed to want to be a Confucian scholar of the Ming Dynasty. Although he didn't follow Song Lian every day to learn literary and hyphenated characters, after receiving Song Lian's careful teaching, Enke lived up to Song Lian's hope. In just two months, he was able to speak well.

Of course, this standard of eloquence is a bit low, which is a bit exaggerated, at most it can memorize some easy-to-understand Confucian model essays.

"Mr. En, now the imperial court has issued an order, the magistrate wants you to go back quickly to listen to the order."

"What? An order from the imperial court?"

When Enke heard this, he trembled all over, feeling extremely anxious.

He didn't know what orders the Ming court had given to these Mongolian captives.

He thinks that such mobilizing people to find him is 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 imperial court's order is? Could it be, could it be, could it kill my life?"

Enke's attitude made the small official in Beiping who came to spread the word laugh in his heart, but he said without changing his face, "Mr. En was joking, the imperial order is to send officials to you, a good thing, a very good thing what!"

"Send an official? Is the court going to appoint me as an official?" Enke was overjoyed when he heard the words, and immediately burst into laughter.

Under the guidance of this small official of Beiping Prefecture, Enke soon came to the Yamen of the prefect of Peking.

As soon as they entered the magistrate's yamen, Enke and several other Mongolian nobles immediately knelt down in front of Song Lian, the prefect of Peking.

"Student pays homage to teacher!"

These few decent Mongolian students saw Song Lian and saluted respectfully, which made Song Lian smile with relief on his face.

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 is so gracious that I have already planned to pardon all your previous sins and let you continue to lead the people in Mobei."

"Moreover, each of you will be added to the rank of guerrilla general, and will be under the jurisdiction of the Mobei Protectorate!"

"From now on, you are officials of Daming."

Hearing Song Lian's words, Enke and others were not as excited and grateful as Song Lian imagined.

Instead, everyone showed regret and worry.

Seeing this, Song Lian was slightly unhappy.

He said to Enke at the front, "Enke, why are you still not happy? Are you dissatisfied with the court's handling?"

Enke got up and saluted immediately, and then said, "Master, the 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. Yes, although I have bathed a lot in Da Ming's teachings, I still feel that I have not learned enough, if I return to Mobei at this time, I'm afraid I won't be able to teach and educate the people of various ministries for Da Ming!"

What Enke said was actually nonsense.

He is now gradually getting used to the prosperous and prosperous life in Beiping, so he naturally does not want to return to the poor and backward Mobei.

In other words, even if you want to go back to the Mobei Grassland, it's not at this time!

Now it has gradually entered winter, and the Mobei grassland is already covered with snow.

On the Mobei Grassland, apart from snuggling in a tent every day in winter, there are no other recreational activities, how can it be compared with here in Beiping!

In the city of Beiping, you can play and enjoy freely day and night.

Song Lian naturally knew what Enke and the others were thinking. He nodded slightly and said, "Enke, I actually know what you think."

"However, it's an order from the imperial court now, even if there is any reason, I have to listen to it!"

"Let me tell you the truth, the imperial court plans to open a port in Jinmen, which will be used to transport the products of various grassland ministries to Yingtian Mansion in the capital!"

"Products on the grassland?"

"Open a port in Jinmen?"

These pieces of news made Enke and the other Mongols raise a lot of question marks.

They don't know where Jinmen is, nor do they know what it means to open a port.

What's more, they couldn't figure out what special products on the grassland needed to open up a port and transport them to Yingtianfu, the capital thousands of miles away?

"Master, I don't know if the imperial court plans to transport something on the grassland to Yingtian?"

Song Lian answered these questions to Enke and the others.

It turned out that Zhu Han's craftsmen and scholars had mastered and developed more efficient wool processing technology.

In other words, as long as enough wool can be produced on the grassland, the craftsmen of Daming will be able to turn the wool into warm, strong and comfortable wool yarn!
With the wool thread, it means that it can be made into a soft and warm sweater.

After listening to Song Lian's explanation, Enke and other Mongolian nobles were all in shock.

If this is the case, wouldn't the stinky wool on the grassland turn waste into treasure.

It should be said that besides pasture and sand, wool is the most indispensable thing on the grassland.

The tribes on the Mongolian grasslands do not have high wool processing technology or the quality of wool.

After they often collect wool, they can only be made into hard and rough wool felt.

Wool felt is not used much except for making felt hats and tents.

"The imperial court already has the best and finest sheep. After you return to the Mobei grassland, I will send someone to distribute these sheep to you!"

"At that time, you can just let the people raise sheep with peace of mind, just like the people in the Central Plains farm with peace of mind. Sell the wool to the government of Daming, and then use the money from the sale of wool to trade various materials. From then on, just follow Daming closely. Follow Da Ming's command, and no tribe will go hungry again!"

Ente and other prairie nobles once again knelt on the ground in unison and kowtowed their thanks to Song Lian.

"Student, thank you teacher."

"Benevolence and righteousness, Enke is willing to go through fire and water!"

"I will die for Daming!"

"For generations, be loyal to Daming."

. . .

The name of this place in Tianjin comes from the battle of Jingnan in history.

When Zhu Di rebelled, he crossed the river from here, so he adopted the meaning of "the son of heaven crosses Tianjin".

Naturally, it is not appropriate to call Tianjin the name now.

In Zhu Han's memorial to his elder brother Zhu Yuanzhang, he renamed this place Jinmen as an important node port connecting Yingtianfu and Beipingdusi.

Jinmen will become the most important distribution and transportation center of woolen textiles in northern Daming.

In the previous sign-in rewards, Zhu Han obtained a large number of modern bred fine wool sheep.

Under Zhu Han's arrangement, these sheep have been bred to thousands.

This amount is enough to form an industrial scale on the grassland.

As long as the tribes on the grassland developed the wool industry as their main product, they would have a new source of finance.

That would be equivalent to Daming using the invisible hand of the economy to hold 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 live the days of licking blood on the edge of a knife?

Raising sheep and shearing sheep is like planting and harvesting crops in the Central Plains. After that, all the grasslands will naturally become docile.

The establishment of Daming Jinmen Port is actually very fast and does not take much time.

Ever since Kublai Khan ordered the re-dragging of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal on the basis of the Grand Canal and the strengthening of maritime transportation, there has long been a port here.

Now it only needs to be expanded and officials stationed for management, and Jinmen Port can be easily restored to use.

Zhu Han sits in the Northern Parallel Capital Division and sends out orders one by one.

Not long after, the officials from all over Jinmen were mobilized immediately, and the port shipping in Jinmen was easily resumed, and the port scale was expanded.

In this way, the continuous supply of materials from Yingtian Mansion in the capital was transported from Jinmen to Peiping along the busy waterway.

Beiping, in the Palace of the King of England.

Song Lian, the prefect of Beiping, is reporting to Zhu Han.

"Your Highness, these more than 300 Mobei Mongolian nobles have already arranged official positions for them and divided them into pastures. We will send them back to Mobei after the spring of next year!"

"Don't worry, Your Highness, the officials have already given them thousands of instructions, and no one will dare to disobey the orders of the Ming court."

Song Lian said respectfully beside him.

Zhu Han was very satisfied with Song Lian's report.

As a well-known Confucian in Zhejiang, although Song Lian has some pedantic Confucian temperament, when he took office in Shandong these years, his political achievements were remarkable, so he was promoted by Zhu Han to be the magistrate under the rule of the Northern Paradigm, and used it as his own. A helper in governing the place.

Seeing Song Lian deal with those Mongolian nobles with ease now, Zhu Han is also very happy.

"Mr. Song did a good job. After these Mongolians have tasted the sweetness, they will never rebel again."

"Don't be stingy with rewards for those Mongolian nobles who are very cooperative. It's going to be winter, and each of them will be given a few taels of silver for heating, so that they can enjoy a lot in Beiping. Only they have realized the benefits of enjoying. , it will be easier to control in the future!" Zhu Han continued, "Even if someone is ambitious, he will spend it in this gentle village."

Zhu Han was naturally not stingy with money for these Mongolian nobles who acted as the representative party.

Now Daming is rich in gold and silver in the country of Wa.

Every month, a steady stream of gold and silver arrives at Yingtian Mansion, so naturally there will be no shortage of money.

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Han said to Song Lian, "Mr. Song, although it has snowed on the grassland, you must not relax the supplies of the Mobei Protectorate. According to this king's order, you will add all the wages of all the laborers you have collected. Double, and then mobilize all the caravan pack horses in Beiping City, and transport the supplies needed by the Mobei Army to Luo Guanzhong, the Protectorate of Mobei, as soon as possible."

While speaking, Zhu Han handed a roster to Song Lian.

All kinds of materials densely listed on this roster are all the most important materials that are in short supply for the Mobei Protectorate, among which gunpowder, grain and coal are the most important.

Song Lian looked at the types and quantities of supplies, and immediately knew that this matter was of great importance, and there must be no mistakes.

He said respectfully to Zhu Han, "Don't worry, Your Highness, I will definitely arrange manpower to transport these supplies to the Protectorate of Mobei as soon as possible."

"Okay!" Zhu Han nodded in satisfaction, waved his hand and let Song Lian go down to make arrangements.

. . . . .

In the Mobei Grassland, snow covered the land.

On the grassland, apart from the gray-blue sky in the distance, there is only this expanse of white snow left.

Luo Guanzhong stationed here with several thousand soldiers from the Mobei Protectorate.

They are now nestled in the fort one by one, enduring the cold and boredom.

They once spent a winter on the Monan Grassland.

Originally thought that the winter on the prairie had already been experienced, but after coming to Mobei, I really saw what it means to be strong in the middle and even strong in the middle.

Compared with the winter in the grasslands of Mobei, the grasslands of Yingchang Prefecture in Monan are as warm as spring.

Now the cold wind is howling outside the Mobei Fortress, it really cuts the skin of a person's face like a knife.

Even with the blessing of the triple dog-skin jacket, just going out for a trip will make even the strongest man shiver from the cold.

Luo Guanzhong knew that if it weren't for the ambition to make contributions, the whole Mobei Protectorate would have been coaxed away.

No one wants to suffer in this place where the birds don't shit.

In recent days, after several heavy snowfalls, there was not even a single person around the fortress where the Mobei Protectorate's Mansion was located.

This made Luo Guanzhong and other Ming soldiers feel infinitely depressed.

Every day, I could only nest in the nest of the fortress, burning cow dung to keep warm, and drinking the sour and inferior wine.

Because it is too cold here in Mobei, all the houses built on the ground are not thick enough to keep warm.

Therefore, half of the height of the houses in the Mobei Fortress is buried in the ground, and the other side protrudes out of the ground, just like houses drilled into the ground, so the soldiers call this kind of thing a nest.

Just as Luo Guanzhong was drinking with several officers and soldiers, he was telling them the story of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms that he was writing.

suddenly.

There was a knocking of copper bells outside, and there was a cry of surprise.

"Here comes!"

"Look, come here!"

"Someone is coming from the south!"

"The supply is coming, the supply is coming!"

The whole camp burst into cheers because of this cry.

They had received supplies only once since the beginning of winter.

(End of this chapter)