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

Chapter 181 No more Jurchens from now on

The second supply finally came again, which surprised all the soldiers in the fortress of the Protectorate of Mobei, who were already running low on supplies.

Luo Guanzhong and the others also put on their dog fur robes excitedly, and rushed out of the den.

On the horizon in the far south, in the vast expanse of white snow, there appeared a moving horse team holding high the bright sun and moon red flag.

As the distance gradually approached, the size of the horse team became larger and larger.

Standing on the wall of the camp, Luo Guanzhong and the others couldn't help showing surprise and shock as they watched the teams that were only gradually approaching.

"Such a large team of horses, I don't know how many supplies there are!"

Soon, Luo Guanzhong sent his soldiers to meet him.

When the supply horse team arrived at the fortress of the Protectorate of Mobei, everyone was overjoyed.

Because the horse team that transported the supplies this time had thousands of horses and chariots.

A large amount of food, gunpowder, cotton clothes, salt and other materials were transported.

After Luo Guanzhong counted the supplies, he immediately ordered them to be distributed to his soldiers.

In addition to receiving sufficient rations, each soldier was also assigned ten cans in transparent glass bottles.

Most of the soldiers in Mobei Protectorate Mansion have never seen such a strange thing.

They held it in their hands one by one, not knowing what it was.

Many soldiers couldn't help drooling, and saw that the glass bottles were crystal clear, and inside were red, green and green pulp-like things.

The soldiers didn't know what it was, and they all came to ask Luo Guanzhong.

Luo Guanzhong, as an officer who had been in Yingtian Mansion in the capital for many years, naturally knew that this was the canned fruit that Daming had just begun to equip the army.

"This is canned yellow peaches."

"Here are canned pears."

"This is canned hawthorn."

After hearing that these turned out to be canned food, the soldiers of the Mobei Protectorate's Mansion widened their eyes in shock, and hugged the ten canned food tightly in their hands, showing surprise expressions.

They never imagined that on the Mobei Grassland where drops of water turned into ice, they could still see summer fruits.

In particular, these fruits are all served in crystal clear glass bottles, which look extremely precious.

"His Royal Highness cares about our brothers, and everyone has a share in these cans."

"If you eat this stuff, you won't get that poisonous blood disease."

"Don't be reluctant to eat it, the court will send it every month in the future."

"Every batch of supplies in the future will have this can!"

After hearing what Luo Guanzhong said, the soldiers of the Mobei Protectorate were even more delighted.

However, this still did not reduce the degree of their cherishment of these cans.

In the next three days, only a few soldiers took the lead and opened the cans to eat, so that the soldiers could taste the deliciousness of the cans.

The sweet canned food, like honey, moistened the throats of these soldiers and made them feel a little bit of happiness in this bitter cold Mobei Protectorate.

When farming peoples conquered the grasslands, they had to use canned food to prevent scurvy caused by vitamin deficiency.

Starting from this winter, the Daming Mobei Protectorate officially took root on the grassland while eating canned food.

Chapter 393

The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty in the Protectorate of Mobei finally survived the first winter in Mobei in the face of the cold wind, snow and ice with sufficient supplies and the ambition to make contributions.

In the fifth year of Hongwu in Ming Dynasty, spring.

When the warm spring breeze melted the ice and snow, another military order came from Peking.

Zhu Han has already decided to formally establish the Mobei Protectorate in Mobei, and build ten fortresses of different sizes in the eastern grassland of Mobei to station the Ming army and maintain the stability of the local tribes.

Zhu Han's layout in Mobei is still based on fortresses one by one, and then connects the Mongolian tribes loyal to Ming Dynasty to form a unified whole.

However, it is an arduous task for the Mobei Protectorate to build ten fortresses with garrisons.

Because, Luo Guanzhong, the chief protector of Mobei Protectorate Mansion, has only more than 3000 soldiers.

According to Zhu Han's plan, [-] soldiers were needed for the ten fortresses.

Although these [-] soldiers are not too many for the Northern Parallel Capital.

But Mobei is located in a remote place, and the Ming soldiers who are willing to station on the grassland don't come much.

As for how to expand the soldiers of Mobei Protectorate, Zhu Han immediately gave other methods.

After this Yuerhai battle, the Jurchen tribe soldiers recruited into the Ming army performed well.

After these Jurchen soldiers joined the Ming army, inspired by military merits and rewards, they fought bravely one by one, which can be said to have integrated very thoroughly.

So Zhu Han already had his own plans. He ordered the Jurchen soldiers in the Mobei Protectorate to take a three-month vacation so that they could return to their respective tribes to recruit soldiers.

Every time a soldier is recruited, a reward of five taels of silver will be given to them.

Moreover, if these recruited Jurchen soldiers made military achievements after joining the Ming army, the soldiers who recruited them could also receive a reward of five taels of silver.

Under the reward, there must be a brave man!

After hearing this order from the imperial court, Aqina, Seth Hei and other Jurchen soldiers were all gearing up, wanting to bring out the young men from their hometown tribes to join the army.

After all, burrowing around in the deep mountains and old forests, fighting wits and bravery with tigers and bears, the danger is not much worse than that on the battlefield.

And in terms of food, clothing and accommodation, the life of the Ming army as a soldier is much better than that of the Jurchen tribe.

In this way, under the holiday system.

Aqina obtained the qualification to return to his hometown to visit relatives. Aqina took his own luggage and followed the supply convoy across the Gobi Desert in the south, and first returned to the camp in Yingchang Mansion.

Aqina filled a pack horse with his savings, but he still couldn't finish it.

Afterwards, he simply hired a carriage and bought a lot of wine, meat, cloth, salt and other supplies.

After loading a whole car, we embarked on the journey back to our hometown in Liaoyang.

After seven or eight days of walking.

Aqina drove the carriage and finally returned to the Jurchen tribe under the forest of Baishan Mountain.

After the Ming army stationed in Liaoyang for two years, the bandits and thieves on the mountain had already been wiped out.

Therefore, Aqina has lived in peace along the way.

When he entered the valley of his own tribe, several children wearing Jurchen tribe clothes ran past him.

Seeing someone in front, Aqina stood on the carriage and shouted excitedly.

After the children heard it, they were a little curious. After hearing these shouts, they immediately greeted them happily.

They recognized Aqina.

"Brother Aqina is back!"

"Brother Aqina is back!"

Under the publicity of these children, all the men and women of the surrounding tribes gathered around.

At this time, Aqina was wearing a gorgeous silk padded jacket, and there was a huge fox tail scarf around his neck outside the padded jacket, which made him look very rich.

This outfit is as dignified as the wealthy Han merchants in that city.

The men and women in this Jurchen tribe are all weather-beaten, and standing with Aqina, they are like slaves in comparison.

Many people cast envious looks at Aqina.

Seeing how rich and powerful Aqina is now, everyone asked Aqina how he got rich?
Aqina said with a smile: "You forgot, it's not like you don't know what I did! To serve as a soldier in the Ming Dynasty, not only will you get a monthly salary, but you will also be rewarded with military merit if you win a battle. For more than a year, there is still money to settle down, so it is very difficult not to be rich!"

Aqina's words made the surrounding tribe villagers immediately exclaim in envy.

With this curiosity, they asked Aqina more questions.

"Brother Aqina, is the Ming army's salary much?"

"Brother Archina, if you win a battle on the battlefield, how much reward can you get?"

"Brother Aqina, now that you are back, can you take me to join the army when you leave?"

"..."

Faced with this series of problems, Aqina knew that his trip home was not in vain.

The task of recruiting soldiers is simply not too simple.

In fact, since the Ming army occupied Liaoyang Province and drove away the Mongols, the living conditions of the entire Jurchen tribe have undergone earth-shaking changes.

The original Mongols didn't care much about the Jurchen tribes under their rule. As long as they handed in a certain amount of fur, ginseng and other mountain goods on time every year, they would let them go.

At most, when the war is critical, people are sent to recruit young and strong people from various tribes to serve as cannon fodder.

However, since the Ming army ruled this area, strict management of each tribe began.

Not only has the scope of activities of each tribe been delineated, and they are not allowed to migrate at will, but also the number of men and women in each tribe has been counted.

At the same time, it is also strictly forbidden to fight and annex each other among the various tribes.

Many weak tribes gradually settled down, and the Jurchens began to live a normal life, and they had more contacts with those cities and towns.

With more contact, all kinds of troubles in new life will follow one after another, and the most important trouble is only one word.

poverty!
Although these Jurchen tribes are all in the dense forest with abundant products, but in this day and age, those mountain products such as ginseng and mink fur will not be sold here at a high price. At most, they are exchanged for some urgently needed medicinal materials, food, and salt and iron etc.

Therefore, the life of the Jurchen tribe is still very hard.

Now they see Archina coming back in good clothes, just like those rich Han merchants at the bottom of the city, how can they not be moved?

Aqina didn't hide anything, and immediately narrated what he saw and heard in the Ming army amidst the compliments of the crowd.

Almost everyone was shocked by Aqina's magnificent military experience.

In particular, when they heard that the Ming army would get five taels of silver for every Mongolian enemy's head captured, everyone gasped!
"Five taels of silver!"

"A good bear skin can be sold for less than five taels of silver!"

An old Jurchen hunter with a vicissitudes on his face let out an exclamation.

In fact, if a bear skin with good condition is in good condition, if it is in Yingtianfu, it can be sold for a sky-high price of 500 taels.

However, in Liaodong in this forest, sea and snowfield, those unscrupulous businessmen can only give five taels of silver at most when they buy the Jurchens' bear skins.

For a Jurchen hunter, hunting a ferocious black bear is no less dangerous than going to the battlefield.

So I heard that the head of an enemy is worth five taels of silver.

Everyone moved their minds to join the Ming army as a soldier.

At this time, several other Jurchen youths asked Aqina if there were any other ways to earn money in the military camp.

Aqina patted them on the head with a smile, and said, "You idiots, just the head of that Mongol is enough to make a fortune, what other methods do you think of!"

"And, I won't hide it from you, the reward is only five taels of silver, and now I heard that it will go up!"

"Not long ago, the Mongols were defeated by our Daming in Yuyuerhai. Except for those who surrendered obediently, the rest of the rebels ran far away!"

"I heard that if you capture another head in the future, it will be raised to eight taels of silver!"

Aqina's words caused another commotion!
"What? Eight taels of silver?!"

Everyone was shocked by the price!

They have worked so hard to hunt prey for several months, but generally they can't earn so much money.

After hearing Aqina's narration, all the men, women and children in the entire Jurchen tribe were aroused to exclaim!

They cast envious eyes on Aqina.

Even the elders of the tribe followed Aqina's side like a little fan, asking questions.

However, amidst the eager addressing of Aqina's elder brother and Aqina's elder brother, Aqina suddenly did something that convinced the villagers of the tribe even more.

He suddenly got up and stretched out his hand, stopped the commotion of the crowd, and then announced loudly.

"There is one more thing to tell you, I am now a third-level non-commissioned officer in the Mobei Protectorate of Daming!"

"I'm in the army, so I'm no longer called Aqina!"

Aqina's words caused everyone to be puzzled, and the tribal elder asked, "Your name is not Aqina, so what is it?"

Aqina laughed, "I now have an official name registered, my surname is Zhao, and my name is Zhao Jin!"

"Zhao Jin?"

These Jurchen men and women were all shocked on the spot when they heard this name!

They never thought that Aqina, who was originally in the tribe, had become a Han Chinese.

At this time, the elder of the tribal hand showed a thoughtful look. He nodded and said, "Not bad! Not bad! Zhao Jin, our tribe really has this legend. Our ancestors migrated from the Central Plains, and they used to be a big man in the Central Plains. Guan, if the surname is Zhao, it may not be impossible."

Aqina knew how to cooperate with the elder, and he immediately cast admiring eyes.

Aqina continued, "If you want to follow me to join the Ming Dynasty, serve as soldiers, eat food and make a fortune, then you must change your names to Han people, otherwise the Ming army will not accept you at all."

Hearing that Achinakon promised to take them to join the army and make a fortune, who cares about the names of these Jurchen tribesmen.

"Brother Aqina, what you say is what you say!"

"Yes! We all listen to you!"

"No matter what the name is, we will call you whatever you want us to call!"

Seeing this, Aqina nodded in satisfaction, and said to everyone, "Well, from now on, you will be called Zhao Wu, Zhao Long, Zhao Hu, Zhao Xiong, Zhao Hu, and you will be called... ..."

Afterwards, Aqina gave them some Han Chinese names based on their Jurchen names.

This time Aqina returned to the tribe to recruit Jurchen soldiers, not just words and actions.

He asked the tribal elders to send a few people to move the supplies from his carriage.

(End of this chapter)