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Hong Chengchou and others were already there in advance, so the officials who notified them naturally did not neglect, urging the Mongols, and they all gathered quickly.

Listening to the reports from his men, Hong Chengchou glanced at the tens of thousands of Mongolian men, women, and children below. Under the official authority, the gathering place quickly became quiet. Like Jamulu, they all looked at this high-ranking official of the Ming Kingdom with a little fear.

Hong Chengchou's voice was not loud, but with the aura of a superior, he said in a deep voice: "You are all prisoners of my Ming Dynasty. According to the customs of your grassland tribes, then you are my slaves of the Ming Dynasty!"

After he finished speaking, the soldiers below saw his words and spread them out so that every Mongolian could hear them.

Hearing what he said, Zamulu and the other Mongolians felt their hearts sinking. They all know exactly how slaves are treated, but who made their tribe incompetent and defeated by the Ming army! Look at the Ming army around and the Ming army camp in the distance. With such military power, how can they resist the fate of slaves!

Thinking of this, the Mongolians at the gathering place became depressed. Not to mention despair, there was a similar atmosphere permeating the crowd at the gathering place.

Hong Chengchou saw all this, but pretended not to see it, and continued to say in a deep voice: "However, the emperor has decreed that Guihua Prefecture should be established in Guihua City. I am the governor of Guihua. This place will directly be the Ming Dynasty. Come on! As long as you can pay a small price and serve the Ming Dynasty, from now on you will be the people of the Ming Dynasty, you will no longer be slaves, and you will be treated the same as other people of the Ming Dynasty!"

Hearing this, Zamulu and the others couldn't help but be overjoyed and a little unbelievable. They looked up at the governor, and they were all very happy that they were no longer slaves. Even for a moment, there was no scruple about the fact that a high-ranking Ming official was on the stage, and they started talking in low voices.

"Can we really not be slaves, just like ordinary people in the Ming Dynasty?"

"The governor has said so, there must be no lies!"

"Don't forget, we still need to pay a price!"

"It's just a small price. If you were captured by other tribes, if our tribe still exists, wouldn't we still have to pay a price to exchange you back!"

"Were you captured by another tribe?"

"I was just making an analogy!"

"You still want to argue now? In my opinion, the price may be too small for us to bear!"

"..."

In addition to the discussions among ordinary Mongolian herdsmen, among the people present there were also minor officials from the Chahar tribe. While they were happy, they also had a broader perspective and focused on other things.

"No way, the Ming Dynasty established a state here, which has never happened before!"

"Not only is there a state, but the highest official is the governor. This is a very high level!"

"What does that mean, what will happen?"

"That is to say, this will be Ming's territory from now on, and it seems that Ming attaches great importance to this place. In other words, Ming must be here and will never give up!"

"..."

Listening to the discussion below, Hong Chengchou naturally stopped talking. This news is indeed a bit big for the Mongolians, so it’s best to let them digest it for a while.

But soon, the generals who maintained order began to shout loudly, and soon the gathering place became quiet again.

At this time, Hong Chengchou said in a deep voice: "The skins saved by each of your households must be turned in, and then people will be assigned to shear the sheep and sew them according to the styles issued by the official, and they must be completed within three days. Do it. After doing this, you will no longer be slaves, but my people of the Ming Dynasty."

Upon hearing this, all the Mongolians were overjoyed and felt a little unbelievable for a moment. They looked at each other and could see each other's expressions, as if they were saying, no, that's it, will they no longer be slaves?

Hong Chengchou looked at them and admired the emperor's wisdom in his heart. If you force them to do it, there will naturally be no difficulty. But now this method can make them feel the great favor of Ming Dynasty to them, which will be more helpful for Ming Dynasty to gain a foothold on the grassland in the future. This also means that Hong Chengchou will be under much less pressure.

In this way, the enthusiasm of these tens of thousands of Mongolians will be very high, and the problem of winter clothing for the new army can be solved with little effort. It really kills two birds with one stone!

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly heard a Mongolian shouting from below, and then saluted with the most solemn Mongolian etiquette. When other Mongolians saw him, they followed suit and saluted together. Some of them were even a little thoughtful. So many of us saluted so solemnly, you can't go back on your word, right?

Hong Chengchou looked at all this. With his ability, he couldn't guess what the Mongolians were thinking. However, he did not take it seriously and accepted their courtesy calmly. After calming down, he continued: "I have verified that there is another plague in the Mongolian grassland, and many cattle, horses and sheep have died!"

After he finished speaking, the soldiers below saw his words and spread them out so that every Mongolian could hear them.

Hearing what he said, Jamulu and others were a little confused. What did he mean by this?

Indeed, there was a plague on the grassland, and many cattle, horses and sheep died. For this reason, some people are even worrying about how to live their lives in the future! But it's better now. Even the beasts and people are prisoners of the Ming Dynasty, so there is no need to worry about these things.

Hong Chengchou scanned the bottom and continued to speak slowly: "Even if my Ming army does not come, under the command of Lin Dan Khan, I believe that many people will still starve to death. Because judging from the previous trend, the livestock plague There are no signs of relief…”

If the original historical development was followed, the Mongolians would not be able to produce during the disaster years. After the plague spread, cattle, horses and sheep died in large numbers. Eventually, many families of these Mongolians had to exchange their children for food.

"...But now this place is owned by the Ming Dynasty, and the imperial court has moved the people in the pass to open up wasteland and farm. Even if there is another plague of cattle, horses and sheep in the future, since you are the people of the Ming Dynasty, the imperial court will never sit idly by. At least you will still You will have something to eat and you won’t starve to death!”

Hearing this, Zhamulu and others were very happy. This way, the stone weighing on their hearts would be one less. Moreover, originally, when they saw the arrival of the people in the pass, they were somewhat repelled. But at this time, they felt very welcome in their hearts. The same situation, now there are two completely different moods!

As their worries diminish, their moods gradually rise, and their minds become more and more active. Soon, they thought of a question, what is their way out in the future?

Are they farming like those Han people? Or can it still be grazing, or something else?

There should be another update in the evening