A manor less than thirty miles away from Shengjing.
Because this place is close to the Liao River, the land is fertile, and it is only a day's journey from Shengjing, so it has long been in the pocket of the Eight Banners nobles.
As usual, Luo Bei came out of the thatched house that was as dilapidated as a doghouse, stooped, and like other neighbors, started to weed the rice under the harsh eyes of the stewards.
If you accidentally pull off the rice, you will be punished with a whip, and your head will be bruised and bloody.
Over forty years old, he was not even free to get married in this small manor.
Even those who were looked down upon by the stewards would not be his turn to marry.
All this is just because he is a serf, a serf who joined the manor less than five years ago, and a soldier slave brought back from the pass.
In the eyes of everyone in the manor, he is the lowest-level person, unlike them who have been with their masters for a long time, and some have even been slaves for three consecutive generations.
The only chance to make a comeback was to serve as a soldier, but Luo Bei didn't have this chance.
He used to wag his tail to flatter him like a dog, but he didn't get any response. He still didn't have enough food and clothing every day, and he didn't have the chance to reproduce at all.
Day after day of work had made him numb.
Originally, he heard that Daming had returned from the killings, which was his best chance to stand up, but it was like raindrops falling to the ground, and they were quickly evaporated.
Will this be the case in the future?
Suddenly, he raised his head and saw a gust of dust outside the fence, accompanied by the strong sound of horse hooves.
After that, the manor fell into silence.
Soon, several stewards were forced to kneel down, and the serfs did not dare to neglect, so they could only kneel along with them, full of fear and uneasiness.
Ming army——
Luo Bei was shocked. The familiar military robes and the legendary red triangle scarf all showed that this was the Ming army.
I saw this cavalry team of about a hundred people, one man and two horses, looking tired.
The leader didn't even look at them. He took out a piece of paper from his arms and said:
"From today onwards, everything in Liaodong will be taken over by the Ming Dynasty. All land cultivated by serfs will be distributed to the serfs on the ground, with each household having 100 acres -"
"No, General, this is my master's land, why should I give it to these cheap slaves?"
The steward who was kneeling on the ground opened his mouth and couldn't help shouting loudly.
"Pa—" What greeted him was a crisp slap.
The man looked at him arrogantly and disdainfully: "Your master? The only master in the world is the Emperor of Ming Dynasty. In the whole world, who is the land of the king, and who is on the shore of the land, is the minister of the king."
"Your golden-braided Jianzhou Jurchen has fled far away and will never come back."
After saying that, he felt that it was not enough, so he couldn't help but kicked a few more times, causing a burst of yelling.
"On this journey, I have met many people with evil intentions like you who have taken over the land as private property and even hoped for another owner to come back. Do you think you should die?"
"Tie it up and take it back to trial."
After venting, the man looked back and faced the stunned serfs with a smile:
"Each household has one hundred acres. Bring the land deeds and I will divide them one by one."
"From today on, you are no longer serfs, but citizens of the Ming Dynasty. You can take the imperial examinations, join the army, and do business..."
Luo Bei was shocked and couldn't believe it. It all happened too fast.
Until he held the land deed worth 100 acres in his hand, he still didn't believe it was true.
His eyes were red, his lips pursed, he trembled a few times, and finally shouted: "Long live the Ming Dynasty——"
…
"The Qing Dynasty is gone."
Horqin Grassland, on a grassland, the beautiful setting sun is about to end, but a group of Mongolians are wearing Mongolian robes, riding on horses, hunting to their heart's content.
The Horqin tribe belongs to the fiefdom of Hesar, the second brother of Genghis Khan, and is one of the Khans of the Eastern Mongolia.
In the third year of Jiajing, the 14th generation grandson of Hesar, Kuimengktashala, and his family moved to the Nenjiang River Basin to avoid the war, so they were also called Nenhorqin.
In order to rule the surrendered Mongolian tribes, the Qing court implemented the alliance flag system among the various Mongolian tribes and appointed Zasak, the highest official of the flag.
That year, five banners and ten kings were established in the Horqin tribe.
These ten kings, unlike other titles in the Manchu Qing Dynasty, were all hereditary and not replaced.
Shetu Khan Badali couldn't help but touch the mane of the war horse under his crotch. He couldn't put it down because of the smooth and delicate horse hair:
"Former allies, now I'm afraid it's our turn to come to the rescue. What do you think?"
King Khan of Tujun had a surprised look on his face: "Speaking of allies, they have controlled us tightly. Now it's better. We can finally feel free."
Duke Zhenguo curled his lips and said, "You think simply."
"There is nothing on the grassland, including silk, grain, porcelain, tea, beauties, and slaves. Without the Jurchens to provide these, our life in the grassland would be difficult."
"Although the previous days were very restrictive, I was still happy!"
King Tuchun Khan couldn't help but retort: "If it weren't for the Chahar boys causing chaos, how could we have formed an alliance with the Jurchens and become a veritable subordinate..."
"Let's grab these things when they're gone. The Ming Kingdom is in the south. Are you still worried about not having anything?"
"Okay!" King Shetu Khan shook his head: "No matter what the outcome is, we must be of one mind. There are not many Five Flags soldiers on the right wing. Only by gathering together can we have strength."
Although the words were not speculative, several people agreed with this proposal.
King Sheitu Khan, his forehead covered with sweat, galloped back to the camp.
"Khan, how are you?"
A Mongolian man walked over with a probing look on his face.
"Not very good." King Xie Tu said helplessly: "These two old boys just don't answer the conversation and pretend to know nothing. In fact, they are more cunning than anyone else."
"But fortunately, they promised me that the three of us would be together, otherwise it would have been really difficult to end it."
"Prince Tujun is your nephew, so you should be obedient."
"No, I'm old and my words don't count anymore."
King Xie Tu shook his head and smiled bitterly.
But this expression appeared very strange on his stern appearance.
The big man nodded in agreement: "Great Khan, the Qing people have arrived. When will you see them?"
"Have the Ming army arrived?"
King Xie Tu sighed: "Just one person can't be sold for a good price."
The big man showed a sly smile: "So I excused you and went out. I won't come back until two days later."
"By that time, Akito should also be here."
King Xie Tu could only nod his head, and then waited for another two days. He had no choice but to meet the Qing envoy.
"The Qing Dynasty needs five thousand troops from the right wing."
As the boss of Horqin's right wing, King Xie Tu naturally has a very powerful voice.
The envoy directly stated his intention.
"Five thousand?" King Xie Tu was shocked: "There are not that many people. In the past few years, all the good men have been sent to the Eight Banners. How can there be so many soldiers?"
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