After understanding the situation, Yang Fan felt relieved.
The immigrants here are basically self-sufficient except for textiles. This is a very big achievement. The balanced development of agriculture and light industry on this land will surely be stabilized. More than ten years later, this place may be the same as the mainland of the Ming Dynasty, except that the people are richer.
Three days later, the leaders of the East China Sea Jurchens came to Shuangchengzi. There are more than 130 Jurchens from the East China Sea, and this time there are 110 heads. Except for a few who chose independence, the rest were die-hard loyalists to Jiannu.
After all, Jiannu has been wooing them over the years.
As soon as Yang Fan and his entourage appeared at the school grounds in the east of the city, more than a hundred chiefs in various costumes swarmed in. Everyone around Yang Fan said auspicious words and all kinds of compliments to show their sincerity to Ming Dynasty.
Yang Fan felt funny in his heart, knowing that these guys were all here for rewards.
They all want to regain the title of Ming Dynasty officials so that they can receive a salary. Materials are extremely scarce here, and paying tribute is very beneficial to these tribes.
Donkey Dan immediately glared and shouted: "Those savages, please step back and don't come closer than three steps." As he spoke, he drew his sword.
Everyone immediately retreated like rabbits that had been hit by an arrow. They were all here to serve as officials, and they could not offend the nobles sent by the Ming Dynasty.
A servant shouted loudly: "Uncle Dingyuan, General Zhengxi, and Commander Jinyiwei all know that Master Yang has arrived."
Yang Fan went directly to the Grand Master's chair in front of a temporary screen, sat upright, coughed, and asked, "Are you all the chiefs and chiefs of the Jurchens of the East China Sea?"
An interpreter loudly translated Yang Fan's words on the side. These people have been separated from the Ming Dynasty for too long and can no longer speak Mandarin.
The most powerful among them, the Guletou man, quickly stepped forward and said, "I have met Uncle Dingyuan. We are the leaders of the Jurchen tribes in the East China Sea."
Yang Fan nodded and asked, "You have more than 130 troops, why are some of them not here today?"
Gu Le said: "Some tribes south of the Jurchens in the East China Sea are too close to Jianzhou. Unless they give up their developed lands and move north, it will be difficult to escape Jianzhou's control. These people have been deeply bound to Jianzhou."
Yang Fan stood up, nodded and said, "Don't wait for those who haven't come. The leaders who came today will be granted the title of official of Qianhu. Each person will receive ten taels of silver, five pieces of cloth and one load of rice per month. Every quarter, when they arrive, Shuangchengzi will report to work once and receive a salary at the same time. In addition, when he comes every quarter, he will be allowed to trade in Shuangchengzi for three days."
As soon as Yang Fan finished speaking, these leaders suddenly became noisy.
But it was not a clamor of dissatisfaction, but overjoyed congratulations to each other. County magistrates in the Ming Dynasty were generally in the seventh rank and had a monthly salary of 7.5 dan. One year is 90 shi, which is equivalent to 45 taels of silver. This uncle's sale is not ungenerous.
Especially when I heard that five pieces of cloth were given to me every month, I was very excited. This is not Liaodong, where even an inch of cloth is rare. Felt fur cannot withstand the summer heat, and summer is difficult without cloth clothes. Rice is not grown in the Northeast at this time.
Because it won’t survive at all. The accumulated temperature was not enough, the frost-free period was too short, and it snowed before the rice could be harvested. In this case, most of the rice is flat.
They want to eat rice, which is very rare.
It can only be transported by caravan. In this case, rice will not be cheap. Even Gule can't afford it. A pound of rice can be exchanged for a mink skin.
Now I heard that one meter per month is enough, which is one hundred and twenty kilograms. Enough for their whole family to eat. For this reason, this time is definitely worth it.
Yang Fan pressed his hands down to signal to stop the noise.
"I have all the supplies here. From now on, you can come to Shuangchengzi to exchange any supplies you lack. But I don't charge money. I just need you to bring something in exchange."
Everyone asked: "Whatever you need, sir, we will definitely find it."
Yang Fan said with a smile: "I am the most important military engineer in the Ming Dynasty. If I capture a **** or the head of a slave, I will be rewarded fifty taels of silver. I don't want the head of a ****, only the head of a slave. If I catch a slave, Fifty taels for the head. If you don’t want the silver, you can exchange it for a load of rice.”
Yang Fan's voice
As soon as it landed, there was a loud bang below, almost exploding.
The head of a slave was exchanged for a load of rice, which blew them away.
These fishing and hunting peoples have the same difficulty as the Mongols in preserving food. They lacked salt. Pickling obviously doesn't work. Even if it is air-dried, you still need to use some salt.
For them, food that can be stored for several years is the best way to survive the famine.
Yang Fan looked at their expressions and smiled. He knew that food must be very precious here. There must be brave men under the heavy rewards. To deal with the Jiannu, these more savage Jurchens from the East China Sea must be used.
"It's done. Just wait. I'll mobilize the elites when I return to the tribe and go south to hunt the Jianzhou people."
"I did it too, but my tribe only has 300 capable soldiers. It just lacks weapons." Turual yelled. Fifty cars of silver or one pound of rice. This kind of material scale directly makes them crazy and unable to control themselves.
Yang Fan smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, I can lend it to you. If any of you are short of weapons, you can buy them on credit first. After you get them, you can deduct them when you receive the prize."
Yang Fan seized a large number of cold weapons in his hands, and he suddenly realized that these savages did not dislike these rags in his eyes at all. Without sharp steel weapons, it was obvious that he would not be able to defeat the Jiannu. Jiannu has actually become a modern army that is partially weaponized.
"I am referring to the warriors who established the slaves, that is, soldiers. For ordinary people, the number is reduced by half. We do not accept the heads of women and children. We only accept the heads of young adults."
Yang Fan must stick to his words and leave no loopholes to avoid future disputes.
"If the Jianzhou people are captured alive, I will give them fifty taels."
Yang Fan waved his hand and brought up the previously captured weapons, armor, and bows from the Mongolian tribes in Monan. These things are useless to Yang Fan. Just a pile of garbage waiting to be disposed of.
"These are just samples. If you need anything, you can go to Jia Ping and he will pay you."
These leaders are lawless. In the local area, the leaders are the same as the local emperors. These people are all forest dwellers. They have climbed mountains and ridges since they were young, walking on flat ground. Not only do they have good physical strength, but they are also extremely accurate in archery.
What a great idea to have them hunt for slaves. They struggled to kill a deer, but another bear might have arrived. They could only abandon the deer and run away.
Yang Fan confuses them and cheers them up.
"Shuangchengzi will open a trade market in the future. Anyone who has surrendered the heads of slaves is eligible to participate."
