"Ah?" The prisoner turned out to be a Han general who had read a few Chinese books. He was originally filled with righteous indignation, thinking that the Fifth Highness must want to starve them to death. I have even thought about the lines to shout in my heart, and I am about to shout loudly that if I die today, I will die, if I have a big plan, I will die. Since it is better to fight hard than to wait for death, I would rather die from hunger than to die from hunger. But I didn't expect that the Ming army smiled so kindly, and what did he just say? Not only is there a second meal, but also a side of wild vegetables?
"I, my ancestors are descendants of China!" The Han general was overjoyed and shouted loudly: "My ancestors are from Bohai. They moved to Liaodong during the Liao Dynasty. If we go further, my ancestors were scholars in the Tang Dynasty. Miles!"
"Oh, you are still the scholar queen of my Han family!" The Ming army soldier was in awe, and immediately dug out a large handful of fried rice from the grain bag and put it in the bowl: "No wonder you speak so politely, brother, take the fried rice and eat it! Let’s take a rest early.”
The "fried rice" he refers to is actually the most common military ration nowadays. Although the taste is unpalatable, just a handful is often enough to satisfy one person. The large amount of food given by the Ming army soldiers was enough to keep the prisoner hungry, not to mention the small bowl of wild vegetables. The prisoner thanked him profusely and left with a bowl of fried rice and wild vegetables. He had long forgotten what he wanted to shout about just now.
"I, my ancestors are also descendants of China!" Another prisoner raised his hand. "I heard my grandpa say that my ancestor was originally a head catcher in the Song Dynasty. Later, the Jin Dynasty destroyed the Song Dynasty, and my family was kidnapped by the Jin Dynasty and brought to Liaodong!"
"Me! I am also a descendant of China! My family tree dates back to the Jin Dynasty!"
"I, although I don't have a genealogy, I know that my surname is Zhang. You have seen Mongolian Semu people, how can they have a Han surname like mine?"
"Me! Look at my face! My face is Han Chinese..."
Suddenly, the prisoner camp was buzzing with people. The Ming army in the camp greeted them with a smile. They welcomed all of them and gave them an extra handful of fried rice. The atmosphere in the prisoner camp, which was originally a bit tense, suddenly became happy and harmonious.
"Lao Wu, just because of their empty talk, we just believe it?" In a dark place, Zhu Xi and Zhu Di accompanied Zhu Su, watching from a distance the lively scene of food distribution in the camp. "There are also some lustful people who are obviously telling nonsense. They clearly have the face of a foreign race. They must be the descendants of Ge Shuhan and other naturalized Hu people in the Tang Dynasty... They are not telling lies with their eyes open and deliberately deceiving us. Do you want to eat your food?"
"If they like to cheat, let them cheat." Zhu Su gently waved the folding fan in his hand. "They lied and cheated, and it's not us who suffered. Anyway, these grains were meant to be distributed to them. We just changed the excuse so that we could get a smaller share..." He looked at some people in the camp who had earth-colored faces and But he never lowered his face and the prisoner who came to get the food had a sneer on his face.
"Those people...are Mongolians who are unwilling to admit that they are Chinese and are still proud of their origins?" Zhu Di followed Zhu Su's gaze and saw the captives who still maintained their reserve. Most of these prisoners had strong bodies and fair skin. The leader was Hong Boyan Timur, the former Shanhaiguan Yuan general. It was obvious that these people were all senior generals in the Yuan army in the past.
"Humph, you are just pretending, these people deserve to starve to death. Fifth brother, do you want to take this opportunity to starve these Mongolians for a few days to vent your anger?" Zhu Di asked.
"It's just a few meals for them, so what's the point?" Zhu Su shook his head. "What's more, they won't be hungry for a few days." He had already seen that the leader of the group, the prisoner Hong Boyan Timur, looked at the other prisoners who were devouring their food, with a light like a hungry wolf in his eyes. .
"I just want to do an experiment to see if I can plant a seed in the Yuan army so that I can reap more benefits."
"More benefits?" Zhu Di was a little confused. He looked at Zhu Su and then at the "Chinese people" who were cheering for dinner. He frowned and thought, but still felt that he was missing the point.
Could it be that they wanted the Han and Yuan people in the prison camps to hate each other and then kill each other? But what good will this do to their Ming army?
Zhu Su did not give any further explanation. Seeing that there was no possibility of mutiny in the prisoner camp, the three brothers returned directly to the county town. The prisoner camp was still bustling with people. The prisoners loudly recounted or made up the origins of their ancestors in China. In a corner, a prisoner named Zhang Yu silently watched everything in front of him, with a few unknown traces flashing in his eyes. light.
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There was no talking all night, and most of the prisoners with Han faces in the camp had enough food and food, and fell asleep contentedly. Except for a few shameless foreigners, although the others were hungry, the atmosphere tonight made it impossible to cause trouble.
After all, the Han people in the camp (specifically refers to the Han people whose ancestors moved to the north). In the racial hierarchy classified by the Yuan Dynasty, the Han people were higher than the Southerners. The Southerners in the Yuan Dynasty specifically refer to the Han people under the Southern Song Dynasty after the demise of the Song Dynasty. (people) accounted for an absolute majority. Even if they wanted to rise up, they would never be able to do it without the support of these Han people.
The next day, under the urging of the Ming army, the group continued to quarry in the rocky mountains south of the county. The Ming army served meals at noon and at Youshi. Those Han people were given fried rice at midnight last night and had enough to eat, so they were able to survive today. However, those Yuan people who were self-reliant in their status and did not get food last night seemed to be having a particularly hard time today.
Finally, when we returned to camp at Youshi, a group of people were all hungry. Soon the Ming army came to distribute the grain again, and the Han people were very happy and still got their share of fried rice. But those hungry Yuan people still got nothing.
"Hey, you." Finally, the Youyuan people attacked the Han people in the prisoner camp: "We, the generals, haven't eaten enough yet, so why don't you, a little pawn, serve the fried rice obediently!"
"What general!" The thin Han soldier quickly protected his bowl of fried rice behind his back. "Now we are both prisoners, what's the difference? Why should I dedicate my food to you?"
"Damn it, you're just a Han Chinese..." This Yuan general was a pure Mongolian. When the Yuan Dynasty ruled China in the past, the Mongols, as a superior ethnic group, were two levels higher than these Han people. How can we tolerate this "Han" who dares to contradict us? He immediately slapped the thin soldier on the face and smashed the fried rice in his bowl all over the floor.
"The lowly Han people dare to disobey us." The general said coldly. Then he turned around and shouted to the Han people holding fried rice around him: "Hurry up and pay tribute with the grain in your hands! Don't you think you have forgotten the superiority and inferiority of my Dayuan!"
"Your family members are all in Liaodong, and you dare to be disrespectful to us. When we return to Prime Minister Zuo's command, you will not have a good life!"
(End of chapter)
