Huang Yi said: "Don't cry, don't cry, tell me about the situation here. Are there any other Han people here?"
"There should be more than ten or twenty."
"Are they all the same as you?"
"It's pretty much the same. Some are bought and some are stolen."
"Eh! That's not right! I'm afraid half of the people here look like slaves. Why are there only ten or twenty Han people?"
"The Mongols often fought with each other, and those who were defeated and captured were also slaves. There were indeed many of them."
"Oh, I see!"
Huang Yi chatted with Mr. Zhang again, and the two became somewhat familiar with each other. They didn't have to speak every word when speaking, and their speaking speed was basically close to normal.
Zhang's mother and son have been living in the prairie for seven or eight years. In the past few years, the prairie has been unstable and there are always wars.
Three years ago, Hedanbaatar's tribe destroyed the tribe that bought Zhang's mother and son for the last time, and they became trophies.
At that time, the leader of this tribe was not Hedanbaat'er, but his father.
However, they would have to pay back sooner or later. This tribe was also attacked by other tribes. The most brutal battle was due to the participation of more than a dozen Jianzhou Jurchens.
This tribe suffered a heavy loss. More than fifty warriors were killed and more than twenty were seriously injured in the battle, including Hedanbaatar's two brothers.
In that battle, both Hedanbaatar and his father were injured. The difference was that his father was seriously injured and died. He survived and became the new leader of the tribe.
However, due to the heavy losses of soldiers, Hedanbaat'er's tribe went downhill and was always plundered by other tribes.
For this reason, Hedanbaat'er's tribe kept migrating to the southwest. They did not dare to go to the southeast because it was too cruel to establish slaves.
Twenty days ago, Hedanbaatar left the tribe with seven or eight warriors in order to chase down a few knights who came to spy on the tribe's migration path. So far, two warriors have not returned.
Currently, there are less than a hundred string controllers in the Hedanbaat'er tribe, and there are less than 60 young and middle-aged people who can charge on horseback, and the total population is more than 370.
You must know that this tribe had a population of nearly 1,000 three years ago and more than 300 string controllers.
Mrs. Zhang always said that the two of them were lucky. Because they didn't know where to escape, they didn't run away when the tribe was attacked. They just found a place to hide, but they survived.
Those who escaped by grabbing the horses often did not survive well, and most of them were killed.
Huang Yi can't be said to be familiar with history, but he is quite familiar with the tragedy of the late Ming Dynasty.
Because he liked to read novels about killing Tatars and establishing slaves, he deliberately read the history of the Ming Dynasty. He had read the "Fifteen Years of Wanli".
I have also read "The Sixty Years After the Ming Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty", "Yongzheng Dynasty" and "Kangxi Dynasty". How can I put it in words? I can only say that the traitors who washed the land for the slaves were really abominable. Even if they were beaten to death, it would not be an exaggeration. .
At this time, the Mongolian tribes did not have the luxury to have three meals a day, but only two meals.
In fact, in the Ming Dynasty at this time, only some places in southern Zhili could eat three meals a day, and most places could only get two meals.
Those places that rebelled were because they couldn't even eat a thin meal.
The Han people are the easiest to manage. As long as they can eat one meal a day, they will not be able to rebel even if they are very hungry.
well! Three-thirds of natural disasters and seventy-seven of man-made disasters will lead to the death of 70 to 80 percent of the Han people in this world.
Times are different. The hierarchical feudal society is different from the New China where slaves were eliminated. There are countless slaves who are loyal to their masters.
Zhang's mother and son were indeed lucky enough to survive in such a harsh environment. Huang Yi needed manpower, many, many, so he decided to start with Zhang's mother and son to recruit people.
The mother and son don't need to solve the human rights issue at the moment, but they need to solve the stomach problem. They can't let them go hungry again in the future.
Hedanbaat'er's tribe is relatively poor, and more than half of the people have yellow faces and thin muscles. This shows that the landlord's family has no surplus food. This sentence is correct here.
Mrs. Zhang has already told what she knows about the situation, and also explained Huang Yi's current family background.
In order to repay the favor of saving his life, Hedanbaater not only gave up a yurt that originally belonged to him and some daily necessities.
He also gave him two cows and dozens of sheep, and asked his woman to bring a bag of grain flour, three pieces of coarse cloth, a tea brick, some salt, etc.
The prairie is rich in cattle and sheep, and almost no rice or wheat is produced. Rice and flour are extremely precious.
In addition, there were famines and military disasters everywhere in the Ming Dynasty. Jian slaves robbed, killed and set fire to Liaodong, the prairie and even the Ming Dynasty Pass. You can imagine how rare this bag of thick noodles must be.
Coarse cloth and tea are of course products of the Ming Dynasty. Huang Han guessed that three pieces of coarse cloth and one brick of tea might require an ox in exchange.
Huang Yi was not stupid. He understood that the cattle and sheep sent by Hedanbaat'er should not be kept to be killed for meat. At least half of them should be kept to give birth to calves for grazing next year.
Of course, Hedanbaat'er didn't think Huang Yi could do the work of herding, so the cattle and sheep he gave were barely enough for two slaves.
With this family background, Huang Yi could have enough to eat by himself. If two slaves could be half-starved and half-full, it would be an eye-opener for God.
How could Huang Yi make the people following him hungry?
He asked Mr. Zhang to call Huang Dayong to have breakfast with him, and made it clear that he had something to discuss with Huang Dayong.
Mrs. Zhang served Huang Yi a bowl of milk tea and a few pieces of cooked yellow mutton before going out.
Huang Yi looked at the pot and saw only two small pieces of yellow mutton left.
When Zhang and Huang Dayong came in, Huang Yi immediately asked Zhang to cook some more yellow mutton, because he remembered that there should be at least ten kilograms of dried yellow mutton left.
However, Mrs. Zhang did not do it. She said: "Master, life has been difficult here for the past two years. It is already a blessing for the slave mother and her son to have a piece of mutton to eat. I don't dare to expect more."
"If you don't have enough to eat, you won't have the strength. I'm still counting on you to do things! Follow the order and cook at least two more pounds."
"You can't eat like this, or you won't be able to survive next year's spring famine!"
"Don't worry, I can hunt. I can kill a lot of yellow sheep, red deer, and roe deer. These are the yellow sheep meat that I roasted half-cooked to preserve it."
Huang Dayong said: "Master, the little ones can also hunt, but they don't have bows and arrows." As he said that, his big eyes looked at Huang Yi's trophies, the two pairs of bows and arrows.
Huang Yi asked doubtfully: "You know how to shoot arrows?"
"It should be possible, but I haven't ejaculated a few times."
"That's just not possible. Archery looks simple, but it's not easy to shoot accurately."
"I know that if I had a bow and arrow, I would be able to practice it with a hundred steps."
"I understand, you want a bow and arrow, right?"
"May I?"
"That's great. You can pick a bow later, but I can't teach you archery. But I can teach you how to write Chinese characters."
"Thank you for your grace!"
"Let's not talk like this in the future. It's too awkward."
"Master, what do you want me to say to you, my little one?"
"First of all, you have to change your words. Don't treat me like a little one. Zhang, don't treat me like a slave. How comfortable are you, me, and him?"
Mrs. Zhang felt that she could not break the rules, so she said: "Master, slave..."
"Stop it, don't shout like that in the future, you are who you are, don't act like a slave when you open your mouth."
"I, I, Master..."
"That's right. How old do I look?"
"I am not old, I look like a dragon and a tiger."
"Oh, is it so?"
"Master, I have something you want to say and you don't know whether to say it or not?"
"Why do you call yourself a slave again? Tell me what you have to say. From now on, we must rely on each other and trust each other."
"Slave, do you think the master can't say such things in the future?"
"What kind of words?"
"You said you are one year older than today!"
