Xinshun 1730

Chapter 44 300 years later
The elders of the tribe grabbed a handful of scorpion seeds and pinched them in their hearts.Taking advantage of the howling cold wind, he stretched out his right arm, twisted his fingers slightly, and the grass seeds fell with the wind.

The people in the tribe brought out a black bear, and a woman in animal skin was crying behind it, because she knew the fate of the black bear, and she had nursed the black bear when she was a child, in order to sacrifice it one day. sacrifice.

The elders of several tribes looked towards the cliff in the direction of Yongning Temple, praying for their "bear spirit".

"Dear Spirit Bear, you were sent to this world to be captured by us."

"Holy God, we adore you; may you hear our prayers."

"We fed you, raised you against all odds, and all because we loved you so much."

"Now, that 'ghost' attacks our village and kills our members. And you have grown up, we are going to send you back to your parents. Please do us a favor and tell them we are kind to you. Please You come back to us again, and we will sacrifice you again."

"Holy gods, please bring our prayers to the distant Emperor Ming. We are willing to donate walrus ivory, white rabbits, and mink fur in exchange for his protection..."

After praying, the woman took out the dried berries that she was reluctant to eat on weekdays and fed them to the bear.Xiong grew up in the tribe since he was a child. He didn't know what fate he was going to face. He stretched out his paws affectionately and licked those delicious dried berries.

Suddenly, the men in the tribe took out the rope and tied it to the bear's limbs.The black bear thought it was just a joke, and didn't resist at all.

Seven or eight strong men picked up the wooden sticks that had been prepared, and exerted force on both sides at the same time, and the two wooden sticks squeezed against the black bear's neck.The rest of the people held on to the rattan rope tightly, and the black bear couldn't breathe, staring at the woman who had breast-fed it with pleading eyes.

Ah……

Ah……

Squeezing out his last breath from his chest, the warrior selected by the tribe to fight against the "evil spirit" in the north took out his bow and arrow and pointed it at the black bear's chest.

laugh……

The arrow flew out, the black bear struggled twice, and fell to the ground with a bang.

"May the blood of the gods bring us good luck. May the blood of the gods bring us strength. May the blood of the gods bring us our prayers."

All the men fell to the ground one by one, opened their mouths, sucked the blood from the arrow wound, and smeared it on their faces.

All men must drink the bear's blood to show that they will not betray and fight to the end with the "evil spirits" in the north.

However, one person in the crowd didn't drink blood, but stared blankly at the river to the west, rubbing his eyes, as if he couldn't believe it was not a hallucination.

The cold wind blowing from the northwest rolled up the snow like a knife.

On the frozen river, a group of people walked towards this side, as if they suddenly appeared from the summer fog.

These people rode horses and rode carts.

There is no flag, no knife as bright as the moon, and no boat as tall as a red pine.

But among those people, someone shouted something, vaguely, as if he could hear words like "Son of Heaven", but unfortunately he didn't hear what the elder said about Daming.

These ghosts that seemed to emerge suddenly from the mist made everyone in the tribe kneel in front of the bear spirit devoutly.

Could it be... really manifested?

…………

Liu Yu asked the translators in the team from the previous tribes. The translators did not understand Chinese, but they understood the dialects of each tribe.There were also some naturalized tribesmen in the team. After double translation, Liu Yu was finally convinced that Yongning Temple was in front of him.

It's just that the words of the tribes in front made him a little dumbfounded.

Daming...has been dead for more than 80 years.

It has been 290 years since the last inspection of slaves in the seventh year of Xuande.

After 300 years, once again Han people came to Nuer Gandusi.

People are nothing.The emperor has changed a few surnames.

The people in the opposite tribe entertained Liu Yu with the warmest courtesy, and the warrior in charge of shooting the black bear cut off the fattest piece of meat from the bear, put it on top of his head, and signaled Liu Yu to enjoy it.

Liu Yu doesn't understand the etiquette here, but he knows that things in the tribe are very strange, if he refuses someone's kindness, he may have some troubles.

He cut a small piece of raw meat and chewed it fiercely in his mouth. The unique smell of bear meat almost made him spit out the boiled fish he ate in the morning. .

Then, he asked the translator to tell these people in front of him.

"The tribal leaders in China have changed. It's not Da Ming, but Da Shun. The emperor sent them to patrol the border and visit these tribute people. The emperor will protect them."

While the interpreter was muttering, Du Feng, who was following Liu Yu, whispered, "My lord, this is a land of peach blossoms. I don't know if there is Han, regardless of Wei and Jin."

Liu Yu looked at the furs worn by those tribes and the raw bear meat gnawed for the ceremony, and said with a smile: "This Peach Blossom Spring... If you are willing to go, I will mention it to you at that time. When the time comes, the imperial court will open an acropolis here. You How about guarding here?"

A joke, Du Feng didn't even dare to let go of a fart, saying that I studied hard to go to the world of flowers in the south.It's hard enough for Handoliwei, whoever wants to come to this ghostly place, I won't come.

Liu Yu turned back again, asked the people who came with him, and asked with a smile: "Now there is a chance for promotion. If we open a guard here in the future, who would like to come here to be an official?"

All the people in the crowd shook their heads, thinking that being an official in this poor place for a lifetime would be better than being hacked to death by Junggar in the northwest.

On the contrary, this is already Yongning Temple, and it has finally come to an end, or else I thought that you, my lord, are going to take us to the horizon.

Liu Yu jumped off the horse and asked someone to prepare some wine.Although there is no such ostentation as when Yongle dispatched Yi Shiha back then, it is still necessary to give wine and food on behalf of the emperor.

Cooked the bear and ate it, and took out some pot helmets that were frozen and hard but he couldn't bear to eat. Liu Yu took out expensive chili and pepper from his box, and boiled several large pots of hot soup .

After the translator asked him what he wanted to know, Liu Yu turned around and said to those who followed him: "This is a good thing. No one knows about killing people in this place. The Raksha people bully the tribe and snatch furs here. Kill them." For a Rakshasa man, the imperial court should reward him with five taels of silver, right?"

"Besides, it's so cold that people's heads won't rot. There are also skins robbed by the Raksha people. Wouldn't it be nice for everyone to share the benefits?"

The people who came with him had all cut people before on the battlefield, and they were not afraid of war, what they were afraid of was the march with no end in sight.

Listening to what Liu Yu said now, the frustration of marching these days suddenly turned into bursts of cheers.

It just happens to kill a few people to relax, and there are money to be taken and furs to be divided, which is really beautiful.

The translator roughly said that about [-] Raksha people came from the north, and four or five villages have been lost.These remaining tribes united together, imitating the name of the Raksha Cossacks, and elected a leading "committee" to fight the Cossacks.

It's just that in addition to the 170 Cossacks, there are dozens of other tribes who took refuge in the past, a total of about [-] people.

They brought three cannons. These people had never seen cannons before. When the cannons sounded, they saw the wooden house being smashed into pieces, thinking that there were gods there.

In addition, the arrowheads of these tribes are all bones, and it is useless to grab some Rakshasa muskets. There are even two bronze armors from the Yin, Shang and Western Zhou Dynasties that are family treasures of some tribes... More than 400 people were entangled. It is also difficult to win, and they all have the mentality of fighting to the death.

Now that this matter has caught up, it is hard to say whether the imperial court will draw the frontier here in the future.But be prepared, fortunately, the brutality of the Raksha people, in contrast, is the time to make these tribes surrender.

People look forward to the stars and the moon, hoping that the Son of Heaven will come to save them. If they just leave at this time, who knows what legends can be made up here in the future.

Liu Yu decided to fight here first, and then bring some people back to the capital.The Son of Heaven, everyone is very happy. In the land of 290 years since the tribute was cut off, someone went to the capital to pay tribute.

More than 80 Rakshasa people and one hundred and ten servants and puppet troops, even if they brought three cannons, there should be no problem if they have the right place, people and time.

After telling the elders opposite that he would stand up for them, there was thunderous cheers, and the name of the Son of Heaven soon became the Son of Dashun.

After eating and drinking enough, Liu Yu led everyone to climb up the cliff together, and finally saw the Yongning Temple Stele whose writing had been smoothed.

The front is Chinese.

The reverse is Mongolian and Jurchen.

"Fuwen Tian's virtue is brilliant, so it can overwhelm; the earth's virtue is broad and thick, so it can sustain it; the saint's virtue is sacred, so it can please the near and obey the far, and give generously to benefit the people."

"Since the unification of Hong Wei and our dynasty, the world has been peaceful for 50 years. Nine barbarians and eight barbarians, ladder mountains and sailing, shoulder to shoulder..."

"In the autumn of 11, Bu Nuer has a station full of trails in Ganxi, and the left mountain of the station is high and beautiful..."

Liu Yu chanted the words above, and when he mentioned "Bu Nuer Ganxi has a station full of diameters", he nodded and said: "It is unnecessary to mention it since ancient times. In 290, it is not too far away. This is the old land of the Celestial Dynasty, and there is a stele For proof."

"Come here, dig out this inscription. Cut another tree and build a shelter from the wind and rain. The stonemason also looks for a big stone and carves something."

The stonemason bowed forward and asked, "Sir, what do you want to engrave, and you need to write it."

"Uh……"

One sentence made Liu Yu very embarrassed.

I have been in this world for so long, and I can speak a few words in classical Chinese, but look at the writing style on these two inscriptions... Write something by yourself and put it here, to set off the comparison between the two in front?
In the future, if someone observes this stele and compares it, they will definitely shake their heads.Uneducated, it's terrible.

After thinking about it for a long time, he turned around and asked, "I remember it was called Sushen, right? There seems to be another allusion?"

Du Feng hurriedly said: "My lord, there is an allusion. During the time of King Wu of Zhou, he paid tribute carefully and offered arrows and stones."

"In addition, "Guo Yu" said: Zhong Ni was in Chen, and there were falcons gathered in the court of Chen Hou and died.

Before Du Feng finished reciting it, Liu Yu snapped his fingers and said, "That's it. Add a sentence after the inscription: This is the old land of China since ancient times. Remember, it's China, don't write Dashun."

"Yes. But my lord...someone has to write it out, otherwise how will it be engraved?"

Liu Yu was helpless, walked to Du Feng's side, and asked in a low voice, "How do you write the first word of the Chu Shi Shi Ni you just said?"

Du Feng thought to himself that you were lucky to be born into a noble family. If this is an ordinary family, you may not be able to be an official of the ninth rank, not to mention the fifth rank, in this life.

With such complaints in my heart, full of confidence, I lifted the wooden stick on the snow, but wrote a "shackle"...

(End of this chapter)