Zhu Biao first ordered the soldiers to pile up the food on both sides of the street. Then he picked out a few soldiers with loud voices and asked them to ride horses from one street to the other. As they ran, they read out the denunciation he had just written. The denunciation first introduced the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun that were ceded to the Liao Kingdom by Shi Jingtang, then began to talk about the tragic experience of the Han people under the rule of the foreign tribes. Finally, it was time for a show.
"My wandering Han Chinese compatriots, Mother Hua Xia is calling you, calling out to the lonely souls that have been wandering outside for 400 years!”
"Han brothers and sisters of Yingzhou, we're here! We're here to take everyone home!"
"I am the Crown Prince of Ming Dynasty. Today, I am entrusted by the Ming Dynasty to bring all the Han people back to their ancestors, China!”
The Han people who had been hiding were filled with tears when they heard this. Some even knelt down and cried,
"Great-grandfather, your great-grandson has finally arrived!”
"Our ancestors, the Han court, did not forget us!”
"What took you so long? My father was still talking about the emperor before he died!”
Then, more and more people walked out of the house and shouted excitedly,"We've waited for hundreds of years, and it's finally here!”
Zhu Biao heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that these people still recognized his identity as a Han and did not become banana people.
He ordered the soldiers to classify these people according to their ethnic groups. The Han people were given 20 catties of rations each, and the perverted people were all detained.
Zhu 'er and his grandfather also received the food. The grandfather and grandson hugged a big bag of rice and were overjoyed.
"Grandpa, it's good to be a Han!" The pig reached into the rice bag and touched the white rice, thinking that he finally didn't have to go hungry.
"Yeah, that's great! Let me tell you, my grandfather, who is also your great-great-grandfather, told me when I was young that Yingzhou was still a place for the Han people. At that time, our country was called the Tang, and the people of the Tang Dynasty were the greatest people in the world. They were respected wherever they went. Those people from the Wei Nation, the Koreans, and the Western Regions were proud to be the people of the Tang Dynasty…I always thought that your great-great-grandfather was lying to me!”
"Uncle, your great-great-grandfather didn't lie to you! We, the people of the Imperial Han Dynasty, be it the people of the Tang Dynasty in the past or the people of the Ming Dynasty now, are the most honorable and noble race in this world!”
Zhu Biao was originally patrolling the streets with Dao Yan, Changqing, Song Zhong, and the others to prevent the perverts from causing trouble. He did not expect to hear the conversation between the grandfather and grandson when he passed by. He could not help but shout.
The grandfather and grandson were obviously shocked. They subconsciously hugged the bag of rice in their arms tightly. Then, they turned around and saw a few people wearing armor and a bald monk walking over. The person in the lead was a young man. He was dressed differently from the others. He was wearing yellow armor.
"Generals…this old man kowtows to you!”The old man said as he shielded his grandson behind him.
The old man was about to kneel when Zhu Biao stopped him.
Da Hu chuckled at the side,"We are not generals. This is our Daming Crown Prince!"”
" Crown…Crown Prince!!!" The old man was shocked. He wanted to drag his grandson to kowtow together. Zhu Biao tried to stop him, but he couldn't. In the end, he had to obey the old man and grandson and accept their kowtow. After helping them up, Zhu Biao saw that the old man and the child looked malnourished. He thought that Yingzhou was close to Dadu and was in the most powerful circle of Mengyuan. Therefore, Mengyuan oppressed the Han people living here the most. This place had been under the oppression of foreign races for hundreds of years. The mental slavery they suffered was always more serious than the physical slavery.
Therefore, when he entered the city and saw the living conditions and mental state of the Han people here, Zhu Biao wondered if it was suitable for these Northern Han people to continue staying here.
In Zhu Biao's vision, the people living in the border areas had to be tough and aggressive, because the border areas might be invaded by other countries in the future, and wars would break out from time to time. It was not perfect to rely solely on large-scale military deployment. Firstly, the military expenditure was too high, and secondly, the defense effect was not necessarily good.
It would be better to implement a joint defense between the army and the people in the border areas. Once there was an invasion, the commoners could put down their hoes at any time and quickly assist the border army in resisting the enemy. They could directly drag the enemy into the Wang Yang sea of the people's war and drown these bastards.
Of course, Zhu Biao knew that it wasn't easy to do this. First of all, it had to be strictly organized. Secondly, it was necessary for the people to be fierce and aggressive.
It was better to discuss it with Dao Yan later.
After some small talk, Zhu Biao finally made the old man relax a little. However, the child was not afraid of strangers and kept staring at Zhu Biao.
Zhu Biao waved at him. The child looked up at his grandfather. Seeing that his grandfather nodded hesitantly, he obediently came out from behind his grandfather and walked to Zhu Biao.
"Brother General, thank you for giving us food!”
Zhu Biao pinched the child's face and smiled."You're welcome. What's your name?”
"My name is Zhu 'er!"
"Zhu 'er, do you have a name?"
The old man bowed and smiled."Your Highness, the Han people in Yingzhou rarely have a name. This is what they call me. My ancestor's surname is Wang!”
"My grandfather is called Wang Laohei!" "He's the one who makes candied haws in Yingzhou City!" Brother General, do you want to buy one?”
Zhu Biao was amused. This kid was smart and wanted to make money.
He looked at Zhu 'er and frowned, muttering to himself for a moment, then said gently,"Children are the future of a family. How can they not have a name? How about this, I'll help you pick one. Your surname is Wang, so you'll be called Shijie! Wang Shijie!"
At this moment, he never expected that this ragged boy named Wang Shijie, who he had given the name of Wang Shijie, did not make much achievements in his life. However, his family style was very strict. After they moved to Zhejiang, he gradually flourished.
His grandson, Wang Hua, passed the Jinshi examination and became a high official.
His great-grandson was even more powerful. His surname was Wang Shouren, and his courtesy name was Yangming. Later on, he became famous for his knowledge of combining knowledge with action. He was respected as the last great scholar in China.
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