Optimus One Pillar of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 54 Ethnic Integration
When the Manchus entered the country, the total population of men, women, old and children was 20. When the Qing Dynasty fell more than 200 years later, the Manchu population was only 150 million.

When the Qing army entered the customs, there were more than 5000 people from the Eight Banners of Manchuria, 1 people from the Eight Banners of Mongolia, more than 12 people from the Eight Banners of the Han Army, more than [-] people from the Han nationality's surrendered general Kong Youde and other coalition forces, and [-] people from each banner and the outer vassal state. People around.The total strength is [-], of which only about [-] are authentic Manchu troops, and the other [-] are Han-Mongolian puppet troops.

At that time, the total Han population was at least 60 million, and Li Zicheng's army had one million soldiers, including more than [-] cavalry.The four major warlords of the Southern Ming Dynasty and Zhang Xianzhong's Great Western Army each had more troops than the Qing army, but they were the same!
The Manchu Qing Dynasty, with its 1000 own troops and some puppet troops, was able to kill hundreds of millions of Han people and only left over 300 million people. The Han people they killed knelt at his feet for nearly [-] years.

Shame, what a shame!Thinking about these, Wang Daoqiu felt ashamed of his bloodline.There is really no way to survive. There are more than 1 million people, and there must be at least tens of millions of young and strong men!You have tens of millions of men, but you kneel at the feet of 4 people and call them "Grandpa", and you still watch helplessly as they drag your mother, your grandmother, your sister, your sister, and your daughter away over and over again. ……….

I don’t think about it anymore, I think too much, I’m really embarrassed to live.After collecting three "brands", Wang Daoqiu returned to the cabin and lay on the bed, thinking about the race in the future where people would hate dogs and completely dirty their souls. He felt uncomfortable!
The more I think about it, the more my heart hurts, and the more I think about it, the tighter my chest becomes.He got up from the bed and walked out of the cabin. He sat down on the bow of the boat, hoping to let the cold wind in the late autumn night help dissipate heat from his brain.

"My lord, please wear a cloak. It's cold on the river at night."

Wang Daoqiu was sitting there, recalling those gangsters and robbers in later generations. The villain succeeded!A very magnetic baritone voice came from beside me.

Looking for the sound, he saw a young Jin Yiwei, about 20 years old, wearing a black flying fish suit, standing three steps away from him.He is currently carrying an animal skin cloak in his hand, which is what we in later generations are accustomed to calling a "cloak."

They meant well, and besides, Wang Daoqiu did feel a little cold while sitting on the bow of the boat.So he smiled at the Jin Yiwei and said, "Thank you."

"No thanks, no thanks."

As he spoke, the royal guard came forward and helped Wang Daoqiu put on his cloak.Then he rushed to Wang Daoqiu, clasped his hands together, turned around and left without saying a word.

Somehow, even though it was just the first time for everyone to meet, they only exchanged a few words.But Wang Daoqiu felt that this young Jin Yiwei was very destined for him.So he stopped the Jin Yiwei and said, "If you don't have any errands to do, can you sit down and have a chat with me?"

"This! Sir, I am just a captain in Jinyi. I am not worthy to sit with you."

"What are you talking about, adults or villains? You are a real man. Why do you talk so much about false etiquette? Sit down!"

"Then, that little one has reached a high level."

As he spoke, the young Jin Yiwei held his embroidered spring knife upright and sat next to Wang Daoqiu.

As soon as the man sat down, Wang Daoqiu followed the old Chinese habit of inquiring into people's privacy and said, "Where are you from? How old are you this year?"

"My lord, young Chen Qingli is a hereditary military household in Tielingwei, Liaodong."

Damn it!Tielingwei is a big city that everyone in the country will know in later generations!Thinking of Uncle Benshan, Wang Daoqiu asked curiously: "Colonel Chen, your Tieling Guard is the David's Office, right?"

"Where, sir! When I was transferred to the capital from there two years ago, the actual military households in our guard were only [-], and there were only [-] fighting soldiers to order people!" "Uh, there are only [-] fighting soldiers. Ah, then how did you get transferred to the capital, is your home the Jinyiwei?"

"No sir, my family has been a military household in the guard for generations. Ever since my grandfather Cheng, my ancestor has been on duty in the Tieling Guard. My grandfather and father were also scouts, responsible for removing Tatars and establishing slaves. Inquiring about information there. When I was 15 years old, I also filled in the vacancy and became a scout. I had been a scout for five years before being transferred to the Imperial Guards of the capital. During those five years, I went to the Tatars eighteen times to build slaves. I went there thirteen times and made some achievements. Two years ago, Governor Lu went to our place on errands, and I was sent by Wei Li to help Governor Lu translate the Jurchen and Tatar dialects. Later, Governor Lu took a fancy to me and took me there. I was transferred to Jinyi Guards and became one of his personal guards."

Having said this, the young captain in Jinyi raised his head and felt proud in his heart!
Wang Daoqiu was also surprised to hear that the Jinyi captain understood Mongolian and Jurchen languages, and confirmed: "Do you really understand the language of the Tatars and Jiannu?"

"I understand! My grandfather and father were both scouts who went to the Tatars and Jiannu to find out information. We have followed them since we were young. After I joined the scout camp at the age of 15, I pretended to be a boy in the caravan. , go to the territory of the Tatars and the slaves, do business, and at the same time, use the words of the people there to find out the news. Of course, the little ones can talk about what they say."

Well, that's it!Then this guy really is a talent!Knowing that the other party is a talent, he is a bridge for him to control the Jurchens and Mongolia in the future.Wang Daoqiu then deliberately won over him, was very irritated with him, and told him one after another processed joke for future generations, in order to attract the relationship between the two.

After talking and laughing, the relationship between the two men was established. Then Wang Daoqiu asked the boy about the situation in Jiannu, and pestered him to make his goddaughter tell the truth.

With Chen Qingli's surprise, Wang Daoqiu's mood improved a lot, and he also had great confidence in the future integration of Jurchens.

While chatting with Chen Qingli, the boat traveled down the river for an entire afternoon during the day and four hours at night before arriving at Wanping Pier on the Yongding River.

Following Emperor Jiajing, even though it was almost midnight, the city gates of Beijing were still opened honestly.

After entering the city, everyone went back to their homes. Wang Daoqiu was riding on a tall horse.This was given to him by Lu Bing. He said it was a good horse from Dawan in the northwest. It was a status symbol in Beijing. If he casually strolled on the street at night, even if the patrol sergeant saw it, he would pretend not to notice it.

Ever since he met Lu Bing, Wang Daoqiu would ask Jin Yiwei to teach him how to ride a horse when he had time. Although he didn't dare to gallop on a horse now, he could still ride a canter.

So Wang Daoqiu rode his horse like this, slowly strolling on the street towards the inner palace prison alley.On the way, I met two groups of soldiers patrolling the city. Sure enough, as Lu Bing said, when they saw his horse, they just glanced at him and continued to patrol their streets without asking a word.

Seeing that he had violated the night ban, but the patrol sergeant didn't even dare to fart, Wang Daoqiu felt a little guilty.What future generations of losers hate the most is the privileges of those people, but why have I fallen into those people now?

I blamed myself in my heart, my conscience had not been eaten by the dog, but my body still sat on the horse and continued to degrade.

"Sergeant, that man violated the night ban, why don't you take him to the Yamen?"

Just as Wang Daoqiu was blaming himself, another group of patrolling sergeants passed by him, and a loud roar of justice came from the street inn.

(End of this chapter)