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Chapter 402 Identity
"Oh?" Yang Zheng looked at the function of the bald tree in surprise.

Surprised by the sharpness of his eyes.

In fact, Xuan Yilang, generals, etc. who graduated from the youth camp are Yang Zheng's base of power. In the future, the scope of the imperial examination will expand, and local officials will be directly produced from it.

The political sense of the bald tree function is very sensitive.

With his current achievements, after several years of further study in the youth camp, he will definitely be reused in the true sense when he comes out.

At the same time, in the past few years in the Youth Camp, he has also avoided the fate of being treated as cannon fodder.

"Since you have the heart, I will naturally agree." When others took the initiative to jump into the pot, it was impossible for Yang Zheng not to agree.

"Thank you, General!" Bald Tree clapped his hands.

"What's your name?" Yang Zheng asked, looking at the young Xianbei beside him.

The rise of an ethnic group must be accompanied by capable ministers and generals.

The young man was taken aback, probably because he didn't expect Yang Zheng to notice him, and hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Xiaomin Bald Hair Wuwan."

"Return to the general, this is the cousin of the subordinate." Bald Tree said ingenuously.

In this era, regardless of Han and Yi, most of those with names are not simple.

Yang Zheng thought about it for a while, and didn't remember that there was such a number one person in history, so he didn't pay much attention to it, "Wai Li, if you really enter the general's youth camp, you are not Xianbei nobles. Start everything from the beginning. willing?"

Yang Zheng's own son didn't do anything special, so he changed his name and lived and ate with ordinary children.

"Yes!" Tufa Wumaru cupped his hands.

With the bald-haired brother taking the lead, the leaders of the other seventeen departments also asked their sons to be sent to the youth camp.

It seems that this battle in Henan Province allowed them to see the power of the Xuanyi envoy.

Yang Zheng naturally agreed, they sought further bondage with him, and Yang Zheng also hoped to use their children to completely reform them.

Afterwards, Yang Zheng set up a grand banquet for them.

According to the promise, all the things obtained from the expedition belong to them. Yang Zheng only needs the land and the prisoners.

Everyone is happy.

Get drunk at the banquet.

The largest Tiefu tribe in Henan was defeated, and the remaining tribes are nothing to worry about. Next spring, Liangzhou cavalry will enter, and Xuan Yilang will surrender and accept the rebellion. This land for raising horses will fall into Yang Zheng's pocket .

However, another big problem facing Yang Zheng became increasingly prominent.

Identity issues.

Before the annexation of the Hehuang Qiang tribe, Yang Zheng proposed the theory of the same origin of the Qiang and Han, and widely publicized it among the Qiang people, thus gaining the strength of the Qiang people.

The same is true for Xianbei and Huns now.

If they cannot give them a sense of identity, intimacy, and belonging in terms of identity, there will always be a layer of estrangement.

Finding an ancestor for the Xianbei people will naturally not be difficult for the well-educated Du Yu.

Who said that China has a long history?One can solve all problems since ancient times.

The Yellow Emperor had a son named Changyi, and Changyi's youngest son was enfeoffed in northern Xinjiang, and a mountain in the country was named Daxianbei Mountain. Then he took this mountain as his name, multiplied and lived, and gradually formed a tribe. .

Because the Yellow Emperor had Tude and was called king, the northern folks called "Tu" "Tuo" and "Hou" "Ba". Therefore, the leaders of the tribe took "Tuoba" as their surname, which means the descendants of the Yellow Emperor.

The origin of the Huns is even simpler.

The traceability has already been completed in the Han Dynasty. In terms of blood relationship, the pure Xiongnu people are closer to the Central Plains people.

There is a record in Kuo Di Pu written by Le Yan in the Han Dynasty: Xia Jie had no way, and Tang Fang Zhi Mingtiao died three years later.

In a word, the Qiang people, Xianbei, Xiongnu, and Han all come from the same origin, and they belonged to one family 1000 years ago...

In Yang Zheng's view, as long as they have yellow skin, they are all from the Huaxia lineage.

However, the Xiongnu jumped up during the Maodun period, kicking the Donghu, bullying the big men, across the north and south of Mobei, and occupying the Western Regions. The horseshoes once extended to the Central Asian prairie, so a lot of white skin was mixed in.

Such as Jie, Yuezhi, Qiangqu, Juqu, etc., are all ethnic groups north of Congling.

"From now on, this will be the mission of your Xuanyi Division. Spread the word in the Hun language and Xianbei language, so that every Xiongnu Xianbei person is familiar with it." Yang Zheng instructed Pang Qing.

The right to speak in this era is completely in the hands of the Han people.

Later generations of Asian countries had to look through Chinese classics to find the history of their ancestors.

"only!"

Pang Qing has become more and more capable in recent years. By Yang Zheng's side, he often contacts top figures such as Lu Zhi, Du Yuwei and Guan, and learns humbly, growing very fast.

The winter in the Northwest is particularly harsh.

But the Qianghu captives and slaves in the northwest were much warmer than in previous years.

Liangzhou Xingtai personally supervised and built a large hut for them. They were provided with two meals of hot porridge a day, as well as winter clothes eliminated by the army, and dry firewood and haystacks in the city were also provided free of charge.

There are also medical students from the Youth Camp treating their injuries.

Although people still die every day, they are not from freezing to death or starving to death.

Xuan Yisi also took the opportunity to intervene, asking about his health and solving various practical difficulties.

In less than half a month, the nobles and leaders hidden in it were identified, as many as a thousand people.

The Xiongnu and Xianbei's slavery to civilians was even more tragic than that of the Central Plains.

It can be seen from the emaciated build of the captives.

According to Yang Zheng's instructions, the Xuanyi Division held a denunciation meeting.

The former nobles were pressed on the stage by the burly soldiers of Liangzhou, and Xuan Yilang read out their past crimes, bullying men and women, mutilating the old and the weak, and robbing their livestock, leaving the common people without food to eat and shelter from the cold. Clothes.

"What they wear, eat, drink, and use are all your flesh and blood, your hard work, you were born and died on the battlefield, but they abused your wives and daughters at will in the rear!" Xuan Yilang Ma Hui on stage Roared in Hun language.

He was originally a poor young man from the Xiongnu tribe. If there is no accident, the audience huddled together numbly like a jackdaw. This is what he will look like in the future.

But Yang Zheng's arrival changed his fate, and he was admitted into the youth camp. After six years, he gradually grew into a qualified Xuan Yilang.

The painful childhood experience is still fresh in my memory.

The happiness of each person is different, but the suffering is roughly the same.

"They are alive, they will only suck your flesh and blood!" Ma Hui gave a speech empathetic.

This is almost a must-have skill for every Xuan Yilang.

Hatred gradually appeared in the eyes of the captives in the audience.

Finally, a thin young man in the audience uttered an angry roar, "Su Yehu killed my parents and took my sister away."

Ma Hui pulled out the ring knife and threw it in front of him, "Now you have a chance to take revenge!"

The young man picked up the knife, but his hands and feet kept shaking.

The eyes of the people around him were all on him.

"Don't you dare?"

"I dare!" The young man picked up the knife, stepped onto the stage step by step, and slowly sent the knife into Su Yehu's chest.

The latter struggled first, then his body trembled, and he begged for mercy, but this sound did not delay the knife from reaching his chest...

The hatred was instantly ignited.

The breathing of the audience became heavy.

Then nearly a thousand heads fell, allowing the hatred to be released.

(End of this chapter)