Within the Ming Dynasty, the spread of Tibetan Buddhism in border areas was obviously stronger than that of Chinese Buddhism.
Some people say that Chinese Buddhism pays too much attention to cultural level, such as the enlightenment of Zen Buddhism, but in fact, Pure Land Buddhism is also very considerate. As long as you recite Amitabha, you can go to the Paradise of Paradise.
Therefore, during Japan's Warring States Period (Jiajing and Wanli), Japan's Pure Land Sect was so powerful that it directly established an earthly Buddhist kingdom and became the so-called Buddha Daimyo.
He is keen on mobilizing and encouraging people to rebel.
However, this variant of Pure Land Sect allows monks to get married, and after the father dies, the son succeeds, so many people think that Japanese monks can get married.
In fact, it is just the majority of Pure Land monks, and some sects such as Rinzai and Nichiren are passed down from master to disciple.
Tibetan Buddhism, like the Japanese Pure Land Sect, practices fanatical god worship, and even has a living god, the living god, and the Buddhist master of Honganji Temple.
The secret inheritance can inspire the faith of ordinary people even more.
After all, Zen's set of epiphanies, such as not stirring up dust, are too difficult for people in slave societies to understand.
Therefore, both Tibetans and Mongolians are keen on Tibetan Buddhism and simply believe in living gods.
Considering Jebtsundamba's influence in Mobei and its importance to the stability of Beihai in the future, Wang Euzhi naturally has to respect him.
What's more, he has been granted the title of Dharma King and has a higher status than him.
After Wang Fuzhi invited the great lama, he checked that the military city near Kulun still had 600,000 shi of food. Without further ado, he directly withdrew 200,000 shi as military ration on the road.
There are 20,000 people in the capital camp, one person and two horses, and the people eat and chew the horses for more than half a month, so there is no shortage of food.
Jebtsundamba took nearly a hundred lamas and two to three hundred believers who volunteered to protect him and went to Beihai with the army.
In mid-June, after twenty days' journey, the group arrived at Beihai.
The Duke of Ping, Chen Dong, and the Duke of Chang, Zeng Ying, warmly welcomed him.
"I'm a rough man, I can fight well, but if it's civil affairs, I really can't do it. I'm terrified, for fear that if I don't do well, I'll betray His Majesty's kindness."
"You two princes are so polite." How could Wang Fuzhi take such polite words seriously? He had a sincere smile on his face: "Now that Beihai is at peace, if you are not doing a good job, then I, the governor, will be embarrassed. ”
"Hahaha!"
The three of them looked at each other and smiled.
Around the table, drinking tea brought by Wang Fuzhi, Zeng Ying took the lead in speaking:
"Beihai now has seven large and small cities. The most important one is the former Fengjing, now Beihai City."
"There are about 150,000 households, of which 95% are Mongolians. The remaining half are basically the wrappings left by the Han Eight Banners and the Manchu Eight Banners, which are not worth mentioning."
"What a shame. The slave chief took away nearly 30,000 households. Otherwise, Beihai's population would have exceeded one million."
Hearing this, Chen Dong also agreed and was also very worried about this.
You know, when Liaodong was first recovered, there were only one million people there. Now, almost twenty years later, there are only three or four million people there.
It can be seen that in border areas, population recovery is extremely slow.
"How many children from the Beijing camp are willing to stay?" Wang Fuzhi sighed in his heart and suddenly asked a key question.
In a place like Beihai, the Buryat Mongols make up the majority, so the number of Han people is very critical. What better candidate than Jingying?
The injured, the disabled, in this battle of Beihai, at least 8,000 people are not suitable to stay in the Beijing camp. Wouldn't it be good to retire and settle down in Beihai?
"This, even if I offer the best conditions and reward each person with 500 acres of cultivated land, only 300 to 500 people are willing to stay..."
Chen Dong was a little embarrassed.
"In addition to 500 acres of cultivated land, I am also willing to reward 10,000 acres of pasture." Wang Fuzhi said suddenly, full of momentum.
"If it's not enough, then 20,000 acres, 50,000 acres. In such a vast Beihai, are you still worried about lack of pasture?"
Such great courage earned Chen Dong and the other two people to praise him.
Is Beihai big? Pretty big.
It is estimated that there are one million hectares of grassland, but nearly half will be distributed to ordinary herders to win people's hearts.
Otherwise, it will be difficult for Beihai to be stable at all.
This pie was realized by Wang Fuzhi.
Including liberating serfs, dividing pastures, establishing local systems, etc., Chen Dong was very knowledgeable and basically laid the groundwork for Wang Euzhi to do it.
Because no matter how good he is, the emperor and the court will not appreciate it, but will embarrass the future governor.
Therefore, only 500,000 hectares of pasture are really controlled by the Governor's Mansion.
Ten thousand acres equals one hundred hectares, and half a million hectares can only be divided into five thousand people.
Good guy, it’s really an exaggeration.
“Not enough Beihai pasture?”
"Enough is enough." Chen Dong explained: "There are countless pastures around Beihai, but 80% to 90% are covered by forests. Therefore, of the millions of hectares of pasture land, nearly half is given to herdsmen, and only 50% of it is given to herdsmen. One hundred thousand hectares, about one hundred thousand hectares of cultivated land..."
"Your generosity really shocked me."
(After checking, the Russian Republic of Buryatia has 350,000 square kilometers. One square kilometer is 1,500 acres, which is 530 million acres. It is 80% forest. There are still 100 million acres, or one million hectares. Now the North Sea is definitely It’s bigger, just for reference)
"Five thousand people are a small number, but if their families take them together, it will be 20,000 to 30,000 people."
Wang Fuzhi said without any distress: "Besides, as far as I know, there are a lot of forests in the Beihai area, but now only less than 10% or 20% have been developed. When the number of people increases, are you afraid of running out of land?"
When Chen Dong and Zeng Ying heard this, they were impressed.
With such courage and broad-mindedness, he is worthy of being a governor sent by the imperial court.
The two immediately put aside their disdain and became more enthusiastic.
At the end, Wang Fuzhi said again: "Please postpone your return to Beijing a little longer, and let the brothers in the Beijing camp wait."
"Oh? Why is this?" Chen Dong was puzzled: "Now I heard that the Manchus have gone to the Zasak Tuhan tribe, and the two are fighting. I, Beihai, should be fine."
"It's actually a matter for the vassal state."
With that said, Wang Fuzhi introduced Fuguo.
The emperor prepared to establish the Fuguo State at the site of the Chechen Khan's camp and once again build a majestic city on the grassland. This made Chen Dong and Chen Dong speechless.
Zeng Ying even lamented: "In the past, tens of thousands of people worked hard for the Kulun City for nearly two years, and it cost no less than half a million silver dollars to build it. Looking at it now, Fuguo should be more expensive."
"I complain about the lack of wood, but I have a lot of wood in Beihai. There are nearly ten Beijing camps and Mongolian soldiers returning home. Even if a horse carries one log, it can take away no less than 100,000 logs."
Wang Fuzhi said with emotion: "With these wood, Fuwang Palace can obviously be completed. The only shortage is some bricks fired on site."
Chen Dong was quite speechless. This was completely inappropriate for our Beijing camp, but Zeng Ying stopped him and agreed: "Although it is a bit of a detour, it is our duty to serve His Majesty."
Only then did Wang Fuzhi smile.
After the two left, Chen Dong asked in confusion: "Why do you do such a thankless thing?"
Zeng Ying looked at Chen Dong's confused look and sighed: "Fu Fan is located to the east of Mobei, very close to the capital. It is probably the closest among all the feudal vassals."
"If King Fu knows that we delayed the establishment of his vassal state, I'm afraid it will be remembered in the future, and it may even reach His Majesty's ears."
After Wang Fuzhi took office as the governor of Beihai, he carried out reforms in an ambitious manner.
First, in the name of Jebtsundamba, to appease the people, and then divide the pastures into pieces based on the standard of one thousand acres.
Half a million hectares of pasture were allocated to only 50,000 herdsmen.
For the remaining 70,000 tents of herders, Wang Fuzhi did not panic. After explaining that there was not enough land, he prepared to divide each tent into two thousand acres of pasture.
However, the pasture is in the former Chechen tribal pasture.
To put it bluntly, it was to relocate the Mongolian people and make room for the Han people to control the Beihai area.
At this moment, 20,000 herdsmen were ready to go south.
The remaining 50,000 men, including many Mongolian peasants who were forced to cultivate the land, would own and control the cultivated land.
Two hectares per tent, that is, two hundred acres, is one hundred thousand hectares.
All the cultivated land in Beihai was divided up.
As a result, the Buryats in Mobei were suddenly divided into three branches.
One group went south to the Chechnya region; the other group became herders and had their own pasture.
Another large part became homesteaders and owned their own land and houses.
The former Buryat Mongols were divided into three parts due to artificial planning. With different customs and regions, they naturally could not unite and overwhelm the Beihai Governor-General.
You must know that the Hutus and Tutsi in the Rwanda Genocide were just the colonists who classified the Hutus with white skin and high noses as Tutsi, which directly caused the opposition between the two ethnic groups.
Today, the difference between nomadism and farming is much stronger than skin.
In just a few years, unity will cease to exist, because the ability to accumulate wealth is much greater in farming than in nomadism.
This move was so clever that Chen Dong and Zeng Ying were greatly impressed.
"The literati are indeed insidious."
Chen Dong marveled: "The hidden dangers that have been weighing on our chests in the past have been eliminated in just three strokes. Governor Wang is really powerful."
Zeng Ying echoed: "No wonder it is really appropriate to make that scholar the governor."
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Dengzhou Prefecture.
The ten largest customs houses in the Ming Dynasty are Guangzhou, Fuzhou, Zhangzhou, Ningbo, Hangzhou, Songjiang, Tianjin, Nanjing, Dengzhou and Jinzhou (Dalian).
As the only customs office in Shandong, Dengzhou Customs is located in Changdao County. Because it is the largest island in the Miaodao Islands and surrounds the Bohai Sea, there are countless ships that come and go every day.
As soon as the customs came in, specialties from all over Shandong continued to come out through this window, in exchange for a large amount of money.
After all, returning south from Tianjin, it would be nice to bring some specialties back when passing through Shandong.
Yan Daya was carrying a package on his back, holding his son's big hand in his hand, looking around, his yellow and black teeth chattering constantly, and his homespun clothes revealed his identity as a countryman.
"Boss, when will this ship arrive?"
"Dad, don't worry." The eldest son, who was half a head taller than him, said with a smile on his dark face, "If you are hungry, just eat some green onions."
Yan Daya watched a ship stop slowly, unconsciously took the green onion and ate it, as if this could calm the tension in his heart.
When he came out with his son this time, it was the first time in his life that he was so far away from home, the first time he was away from the county and the government, and he would go to Nanyang next.
"Son, is Qi really that good?"
"Dad, why do you keep asking this question? It's true." Yan Dashan said helplessly: "My son has hundreds of acres of land there, and it is all good irrigated land, which can be used to grow rice."
"It is cooked three times a year, so you can eat it with an open stomach after you go there. Although you can't eat white rice every day, you can still have a bite every now and then."
"Meat is even worthless. It only costs five cents per pound, not to mention how happy it is."
Yan Daya muttered: "You said you were going to dig some gold mines, and you just stayed there while you were digging. You also want to take our whole family over. I don't know how to understand..."
As time went by, Shandong, which suffered from plunder and war during the Chongzhen period, had already recovered its vitality, and its population continued to surge, exceeding ten million.
The land that was originally quite generous became increasingly insufficient.
Coupled with some natural and man-made disasters, illnesses, etc., bankrupt small farmers continued to appear, and there were more tenants in Shandong.
At this time, one could either go north to the capital via the canal, or go south to explore, but few dared to go to Nanyang.
Everyone is naturally afraid of the sea.
This is the case with the Yan family.
Yan Daya's family had a total of forty acres of land. His father was seriously ill and had to sell fifteen acres of land. When he inherited the family business, he divided the land between his three younger brothers, and he only got ten acres.
However, these ten acres of land could not support their three sons at all, and their two daughters could only barely support themselves by renting five acres of land from people in the same village.
The eldest son, Yan Dashan, was born with a big appetite and never had enough to eat. Two years ago, he heard that Qi State was recruiting miners.
After filling the rice jar at home and buying new clothes for his younger siblings, Yan Dashan left resolutely.
When he came back two years later, he not only looked like a human but also said that he had a hundred acres of irrigated land in Qi State, with three crops a year, and he wanted to take his family south.
Naturally, Yan Daya didn't believe it, so after the busy farming season, he went to see it in person with him.
Half an hour later, a large ship came to light, and the word "Qi" was written on the huge flag.
"Dad, this is His Highness Prince Qi's ship. He will take us there for free, without spending any money."
Yan Dashan pulled his old father and quickly got on the boat.
Although it was only a long-term ticket and it was very crowded, Yan Dashan was very satisfied: "Dad, if you pay for this trip, you won't be able to get off without two or three yuan, and you will have to sit for half a month!"
"But His Highness King Qi is considerate of us. We don't need any money, but we also provide food and drink."
Yan Daya's face was wrinkled and relaxed: "It's better not to have money, it's better not to have money. This King Qi is really a living Bodhisattva."
"Brother, are you going to Qi State?"
The big man in the same bunk buttoned his feet and couldn't help but said in surprise.
"That's right." Yan Daya nodded and handed over a green onion.
The big man took a bite and stripped himself naked: "Qi is now very developed. As long as someone goes there, each family has a hundred acres of land, and there are also gold mines. There are a lot of rewards."
"His Royal Highness King Qi is a wise king, much better than our county magistrate. You are blessed."
"Brother, where are you going?" Yan Daya asked.
"Luzon!" The big man said without hesitation: "Luzon is also very good. Although it doesn't divide the land, it makes a lot of money. I'm going to join my relatives and make a fortune together..."
Along the way, the two chatted happily.
When father and son arrived in Qi State, it was already July.
The heavy rain made the whole city of Linzi seem to fall into a swamp.
Yan Dashan took his old father by boat to the Penglai Gold Mine (Surigao Gold Mine). Because of the gold mine, a city was directly formed here, called Penglai City. It gathered nearly 20,000 people and was the second city in Qi State. .
"Look, this is our land."
Yan Dashan pointed to this piece of land overgrown with weeds and said, "As long as our family settles down, we can get more, an extra thirty acres per person!"
(End of chapter)
