Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

The Mongolian tribe has never had such a luxurious life.

They can use the gold and silverware of the Han people, and now the animals that were previously worthless can now be sold at high prices, not just animals, but also slaves.

Every winter, many slaves freeze to death. After the merchants come, the slaves can also bring them a lot of income.

Whether it is sugar or salt, they can afford it.

Darling felt that slaves were getting more and more expensive, and he was almost unable to buy slaves.

The merchants raised the prices of slaves, cattle and sheep very high.

More and more nobles have chosen to suppress their cattle and sheep, but slaves can be sold.

After all, a few slaves can drive a flock of cattle and sheep.

More slaves are useless.

Besides, now they don’t fight, and even if they fight, these slaves cannot be soldiers.

The slave owners also disliked too many slaves, too much food, slaves, as long as they can drive cattle and raise them, doing some heavy work is enough, too much is troublesome.

So most of the slaves were taken away, and only a small number of slaves remained.

But slaves are still being produced, and new civilians become slaves every day.

There are even nobles who use unwarranted charges to turn civilians into slaves and then sell slaves to merchants.

The huge profits make people rush, everyone is blinded by the benefits available at their fingertips, and some of the nobles still preserve their sanity, warning everyone that it is a conspiracy of Mingren.

Bayar is a Mongolian aristocrat who has not been stunned by his interests.

He also summoned his companions who had the same ideas as him, rushing around, trying to admonish the nobles.

But every time I went down.

He said: "Without slaves, our cattle and sheep, our palaces and houses, who will build them?"

But the nobles said: "Slaves will give birth to children, they are always alive, and there are commoners who make mistakes, we just sell all the slaves now, and there will be more and more slaves soon."

Bayar added: "Ming people sell us sugar and salt at a cheap price, and they buy our cattle and sheep at high prices. They are sinister! Once they don’t sell us sugar and salt, they will no longer buy our cattle and sheep. ,what should we do?"

The nobles said again: "Did we starve to death before they appeared? Now it is they who spend money to buy our cattle and sheep, and they send good things over, so that all the advantages are not accounted for. Are you stupid? "

No matter what Bayar said, the nobles had something to refute him.

Even Bayar's father sold his slaves.

Bayar asked his father, "You know me! How can you sell the slave!"

He stood in front of his father, already taller than his father, he was furious, and his hands became fists.

Bayar's father was taken aback by his son's appearance, and then roared: "What else do you want! You run around all day long, do you know how much cloth and sugar a slave is worth?"

"Others are selling, why can't I sell!" Bayar's father slapped his son.

That slap hit Bayar's face, more like it hit Bayar's heart, he fell to the ground and looked up at his father.

Is this old and mean man really the indestructible Mongolian warrior he thought?

Bayar’s father also regretted having beaten his son, but Lao Tzu couldn’t apologize to his son. He stared openly and said dryly: "Bayar, look at our house and look outside. Everyone is living a good life. , Do you want me to eat chaffy vegetables?"

At this time Bayar finally realized that he couldn't stop it.

No matter how hard he tries to stop him, no one wants to listen to him.

No matter how reasonable his words are, no matter whether those people know that this matter is not beneficial to the tribe, they will not stop, the meat has reached the lips, and no one will give up.

"Hahahahahahaha!" Bayar laughed, looking crazy.

Compared with Bayar, Tuotuo and Hachazhang are now the guests of the tribe. After all, they are Mongolians, and they are more close to the same clan. After all, Tuotuo is a Mongolian, and his heart is not without struggle, but he also sees When the Mongols live in the Central Plains, their children can also go to school with the Han children, and they can also live the Han lives.

Don't worry about being hungry.

But he felt guilty anyway.

This sense of guilt made him feel unhappy even with a smile on his face.

Compared with Tuotuo, Hashizhang did not have such a big heart struggle.

Hachazhang has lived in the capital since he was a child, which is now the capital. Although he has also received education from Mongolian nobles, he has become accustomed to life in the Central Plains.

He used to yearn for life in the grassland, and yearn for the feeling of freedom and riding a horse.

But when he really came to the grassland, he knew that he was not yearning for this kind of life.

The Mongols on the grassland, only aristocrats can lead the life he imagined, but common people, even slave owners, can’t live a good life. It depends on the sky to eat. If the cattle and sheep die, they can’t live their lives. Up.

There are also wolves. For ordinary Mongols, life seems to be going through day by day. After this year, I don’t know what will happen next year.

Before the Yuan Dynasty, they could not even buy salt.

Now the nobles are wearing silk and cotton clothes sold by Ming people and drinking wine sold by Ming people.

They can buy everything except Daming's beauties and weapons.

Such days did not exist even during the Yuan Dynasty.

Ha Cizhang watched the ridiculous lives of the Mongolian nobles day after day.

They don't care what kind of life the common people live, only care about how well they live.

Even Hashizhang knew that many civilians couldn't survive, and asked the merchants to buy them and let them work like slaves.

Because as long as the money is paid off, they can enter the city and become the people of Ming Dynasty.

Their children can study, and they can also earn money to buy a house without having to rely on the sky to eat on the grassland.

The merchants were unwilling to buy civilians.

So the most absurd thing happened, that the civilians took the initiative to make mistakes and wanted to become slaves.

Of course, the nobles will not go into the reasons. They are worrying about the reduction of slaves, and it is the opportunity to fill in another batch.

The civilians became slaves, and the slaves were sold by merchants. These slaves would eventually become the people of Ming Dynasty.

Ha Saizhang said to Tuotuo, "Father, I think they are not as good as pigs."

Tuotuo was taking off his shoes and soaking his feet, and his mouth was bitter. He said, "The situation is just pressing."

What can I do if I see it through?

All the nobles are crazy, and now they are told that they must draw a clear line from the merchants and can no longer enjoy luxury. Will the nobles agree?

The more you see, the more painful it is.

Ha Shizhang handed the foot towel to Tuotuo: "Father, let's go back after we finish the work. Why are you anxious for them?"

Tuotuo: "It wasn't like this before..."

In the past, the Mongolian people were simple and honest. Although there were always struggles between the tribes, the backbone of the Mongolian warriors was never bent.

But now, the nobles have fun all night long, and the common people are quite slaves.

Everything is messed up, and it will go on, until the end...

Tuotuo sighed: "We should go back now."

The longer he stayed, the harder he felt.

He watched his own clan walk towards the abyss step by step, but couldn't even say a word.

On the day Tuotuo and Hazazhang returned to Beijing, many people came to send them off. The nobles wanted to kill them when they first arrived, but now they are sent away with an earnest look. They believe it is Tuotuohe. The benefits brought to them by Hashizhang.

With Tuotuo and Hazazhang, they can also find excuses for themselves.

They also knew that Mingren couldn't be so kind to them suddenly, but they didn't want to give up the benefits they got, so they found a reasonable excuse.

The benefits are not given to them by the Ming people, but they are free.

Tuotuo is a Mongolian, and the Mongols will not harm the Mongols.

Tutuo also saw their self-deception, but everyone deceived themselves, and no one cared about the truth.

Ha Xizhang had already waited to return to Beijing. The days in Mongolia could not be compared with those in Beijing. What's more, he still wanted to go back to see Chu Lin earlier. He didn’t know if Chu Lin had missed him these days, and they would make an appointment. Okay, let's go to the soup and drink.

There are many bathhouses in the capital now, and one is better than one. He had wanted to try it a long time ago, but unfortunately he never had the chance.

When I went back this time, I had to persuade Chu Lin to go with him. What's the point of staying in the city?

When they left, they took a lot of Mongolian food, which is considered to be the taste of hometown, even though Hashizhang has never been here.

Although the merchants would buy Mongolian cattle, sheep and slaves, they never bought Mongolian food.

The price of cattle and sheep soared quickly, and nobles would rather sell cattle and sheep to merchants than ordinary people.

Without meat, there is no food in the grassland. Merchants only sell gold and silver jewelry, silk brocade, but never sell food.

The nobles asked the merchants. The merchants said that Daming people are in short supply of food now. If the food is sold in, the price will have to go up several times, and there will be no profit.

But the nobles do not lack food, and the merchants will not sell it to them, but give it to them.

Not much is given each time, but it is enough.

The nobles don't care how the commoners eat.

They own food and meat, as well as countless gold and silver jewels. They also have things that were once only owned by the Central Plains.

Beauty is in her arms, countless enjoyment.

Isn't this day better than before?

It used to be a nobleman, but it was not much better than civilians. At most, it was better to eat. The men raised these warriors, but the warriors had to eat, and the warriors had to enjoy it.

The warriors also feel that today is better.

They eat and drink with women, and occasionally hunt, and they will not encounter any danger.

Hashizhang met a few friends in the grassland, all young people.

When they left, the group of young people saw off on horseback, and they also promised that next time Hartham would come over, they would drink and eat meat together.

Looking at the smiling faces of these young people, Hashizhang couldn't laugh.

If... If your majesty's wrist is not as iron and blood as before, maybe they still have a chance to see you again.