If it's farming, then it won't.
Moreover, if you let yourself go farming, it would be too uncomfortable.
It's better to be killed.
But if it is grazing, can the cattle, horses and sheep be returned?
They are all trophies of the Ming army.
It seems impossible to return them.
If not, how can the grazing be redeemed?
But where will the money come from to redeem so much?
Are the cattle, horses and sheep grazing for the imperial court?
Thinking of the end, these Mongolians couldn't help but sigh secretly, maybe this is the only way for Mongolians like themselves to survive.
At least it is better than farming.
Hong Chengchou suddenly clasped his fists, gestured towards the capital and said: "The Emperor has decreed that since you will become common people of the Ming Dynasty, you will be treated equally.
If among you, you want to switch to farming and live a stable life, I will give you a farmer If you are not used to farming, you can still graze.
Although you don't have cattle, horses and sheep, the emperor has said that you can graze for the court.
The newborn cubs will be divided into two, and the court will share them with you. half" Hearing this, Jamulu and the other Mongolians became excited again.
Doesn't this mean that as long as you graze carefully, you will have your own cattle, horses and sheep?
This is still the same job as the old one, and you are familiar with the road.
It really shouldn't be too easy.
They were rejoicing, but they didn't expect that Hong Chengchou had more benefits to say: "Also, a larger town will be built here, all made of solid cement, etc., and every household will be allocated a room.
The wind blows It won’t fall down, it won’t collapse under the weight of snow, and there will still be a dragon to warm you.
This is the emperor’s home for you to shelter from the wind and rain and survive the harsh winter.”
The Hetao Plain has fertile land and lush grasslands.
The Mongolian tribes live here and do not need to move and graze.
Therefore, this is the territory that the Mongolian tribes compete for.
On the grasslands, especially in recent years, the weather has been severely cold, but the yurts are not solid.
It is not surprising that many Mongolians died from the severe cold winter.
At this time, they were stunned when they heard the governor conveying the emperor's words.
They even doubted whether they had heard it wrong.
After all, they were still slaves at the moment.
"What the adult just said, can you say it again?
I'm afraid I heard it wrong."
"Me too, I seem to have heard that my family will have a place to live in the future, and there will be many conditions."
"Yes, that's what I heard too.
I can't be wrong."
"Could it be that the adult lied to us?"
"Why are you lying to me?
Don't forget what you have to lie to.
Your Excellency said this is the emperor's wish.
Can you pretend to pass on the imperial edict?"
"" After a slow discussion, all the Mongolians finally confirmed that this was true.
Immediately, some people became excited.
This treatment was countless times better than that under Lin Danhan.
For these Mongolians who fled hastily from the eastern grasslands to the western grasslands and suffered continuous blows from a series of defeats in battles, this was really the life they had longed for.
Jamulu suddenly knelt down and followed the Ming etiquette he had heard, and shouted excitedly: "Long live the Ming Emperor, long live, long live the Ming Emperor" Seeing him doing this, other people, especially those Mongolians like Zamulu who had wives and children, imitated his example, knelt down one after another, and shouted sincerely: "Long live the emperor, long live, long live the emperor." age" Even if a small number of these Mongolians didn't feel so deeply, everyone was kneeling.
It would be too abrupt if they didn't.
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Still being slaves, they did not dare to show any difference, so they could only kneel and shout: "Long live the Ming Emperor, long live, long live the Ming Emperor" I have been homeless and in turmoil for a long time.
No one wants to live in precarious days again.
It is a blessing from the eternal God to allow my family to have such a good environment.
Hong Chengchou looked at the reactions of the Mongolians below.
He originally didn't quite understand the emperor's will.
He felt that the emperor seemed to care too much about the thoughts of the Mongolians below.
This time he completely changed his mind.
Hong Chengchou's original strategy was to win over those high-status Mongolians, give them a place to live, and give them appropriate benefits, so that he could control these herdsmen for the Ming Dynasty.
But the emperor's decree was to give ordinary Mongolian herdsmen a safe place to live.
On the one hand, it would make it easier for the court to control them, and on the other hand, it would allow them to regard this place as their own home and inspire them to be conscious of protecting it.
Comparing the two now, especially when tens of thousands of Mongolians expressed their feelings sincerely, it was a big shock to Hong Chengchou and other senior Ming officials and military generals at the scene.
Originally, Hong Chengchou thought that in order to recruit the best of these Mongolians to become part of the Ming army, he would need to talk about Mangui's experience and publicize the role of this example.
And even so, we must guard against these Mongolians appearing to be incompatible with each other.
But at this moment, he was no longer worried about these.
After Hong Chengchou waited for the scene to calm down again, he continued: "It is conceivable that other tribes will not be willing to let the Ming Dynasty own the Hetao, and they will not be willing to let you live and work here.
They will definitely covet this place, send troops to attack, or make sneak attacks, etc. " Hearing this, Zamulu and others calmed down.
Even if they had no experience, they knew that the Jiangnan on the fortress was indeed, as the Governor said, a place that everyone on the grassland envied.
It would be for this place in the future.
Fighting over ownership is not uncommon.
"If we don't defend this place, we won't be able to resist the enemy's attack here."
Hong Chengchou said here, paused for a moment, and then he said loudly: "We Han people can go back to the pass, but you Mongolians will go back to the pass together.
From now on Can you no longer herd, should you switch to farming, or should you stay on the grassland and become the slave of the enemy, no longer owning your cattle, horses and sheep, no longer owning your warm and sturdy house, and becoming nothing again?”
Upon hearing this, Zamulu's fists clenched unconsciously.
He screamed in his heart, no, we must not let this happen.
Scanning the Mongolians below, Hong Chengchou found that after he finished speaking, the expressions on their faces changed, as expected.
This made him couldn't help but admire the emperor.
He was also a little confused in his heart, why was the emperor so young, yet so familiar with these matters of controlling people's hearts, as if he had done such things before?
Let the Mongolians have a sense of belonging, let them regard Guihua Prefecture as their home, let them know why they fight in the future, that's all.
Thinking of the words conveyed by the emperor through Li Guo, Hong Chengchou became more confident and immediately said: "The Ming army needs cavalry who are skilled in bow and horse.
Those who are willing to serve the Ming Dynasty can sign up at the Governor's Mansion after being released from their slave status
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