I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

In the spring of the fourth year of Chongzhen, a snowy morning.

On Dong Zhiyuan's yellow mud official road, a small group of horses and horses galloped, a burst of snowflakes rolled up behind the horses' hooves, and it took a long time before they fell into the mud.

This group of people stopped in front of an ordinary yard.

For the first person, the big red cloak covered most of his face, only showing his furry chin and half of his purple face.

"Officer, please inform me that we are from Lintao."

The two heroic youths at the gate of the courtyard nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "Everyone has worked hard, first go to the cave next door to drink tea and warm up before we talk."

So, a group of people, led by a young man, came to a courtyard next door.

In the courtyard, there was a person admiring the snow. He took a sip of wine and grabbed a handful of snow. He actually ate with gusto, which stunned the men wrapped in red cloaks.

"Is it Chieftain Yang himself?"

The middle-aged scholar who was drinking and eating snow looked up and looked at the man in the cloak who was the leader: "Do you want to have a whole mouthful?"

As he spoke, he handed over the wine glass in his hand.

The man in the cloak was stunned, took the wine glass casually, imitated the middle-aged scholar, also grabbed a handful of snow and plugged it into his mouth, drank a glass of wine, and couldn't help shivering.

"Mr. Mao's wine is not bad." The cloaked man lifted his cloak.

A rather rough face was revealed, purple and black, with thick lips, and the hair on his face made his eyes look very sharp: "Zhuoniyang, pay homage to the Ming God of War."

That middle-aged scholar was naturally Mao Yuanyi.

But the group of people who rushed here was Yang Rilang, the chieftain of the Gesang Grassland.

"Chief Yang really believes in people," Mao Yuanyi bowed and saluted, "Please come in and talk."

The two walked into a room.

"The God of War of the Ming Dynasty sent you a secret letter, so you must have something to ask for?" As soon as he sat down, Yang Rilang was not polite, and said directly: "If you want to deal with the king on the Gesang grassland, Yang will not do it.

Of course, if the Great Ming God of War wants to borrow troops and use them to conquer the tribes of the Northern Man, Yarkand, Turpan, and Waikha, the local division will have nothing to say! "

"Chief Yang is really a straightforward person." Mao Yuanyi cupped his hands and said with a smile, "What if you only use your soldiers to deal with Erut?"

Yang Rilang got up suddenly, and said seriously: "No, Erut's cavalry is too powerful, and my soldiers can't beat them. Letting me fight against Erut's is tantamount to death."

Mao Yuanyi laughed loudly, and handed Yang Rilang a bowl of tea: "Come, come, drink tea first."

"Toast Yang is used to drinking butter tea and milk tea. Xiaosheng didn't prepare them here. I hope the chieftain will forgive me."

Yang Rilang quickly took the tea bowl, grinned and said, "As long as it is tea, it is fragrant. What's more, there are not many people in this world who can drink a bowl of tea made by the Great Ming God of War."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

"Let's get down to business, Chieftain Yang, I want to cooperate with you, not because of Xiaosheng's whim, but because of our Emperor Ming's intention," Mao Yuanyi also said straight to the point:

"Although the Ming Iron Army is invincible in the world, its numbers are limited after all, and there are too few cavalry, so it is difficult to fight against the grassland cavalry."

"Therefore, after careful consideration, His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty thinks that we can start a comprehensive cooperation with all grassland tribes who are willing to get close to the Ming Dynasty.

And you, chieftain Yang, are No. 1 handpicked by His Majesty the Emperor. "

After speaking, Mao Yuanyi picked up the tea bowl and took a sip: "How about it, this face is enough."

Yang Rilang stared at Mao Yuanyi with piercing eyes, grinned suddenly, and said: "The God of War of the Ming Dynasty does not need to lie to each other. As far as the native secretary knows, we Zhuoni Yang's family who came to Dong Zhiyuan to participate in the grassland tribes summoned by the emperor are not counted. The first one?

There are also Houhai, Linzhi, and Ruoqiang tribes. They have already arrived, right? "

Mao Yuanyi chuckled lightly, and said, "The news about Tusi Yang is true, but none of you have ever been summoned by His Majesty the Emperor."

"His Majesty the Emperor of Ming Dynasty, are you in Dong Zhiyuan?"

"exist."

Mao Yuanyi pointed to the small courtyard next door, and said with a smile, "His Majesty the Emperor is in the small courtyard next door. If Chieftain Yang can reach a settlement, His Majesty the Emperor may summon you at any time."

Yang Rilang was stunned.

He muttered to himself: "Strange, can His Majesty the Emperor Ming come to this ghostly place?"

Mao Yuanyi didn't pay any attention, and drank the green tea on his own, the presence of the old god made Yang Rilang feel a little uncomfortable.

How does he feel that the pressure put on him by the middle-aged scholar in front of him is stronger than the murderous intent of the ten-thousand team all the time, making it difficult for him to breathe gradually...

"Daming God of War, what benefits can we gain from cooperating with His Majesty the Emperor?" Yang Rilang asked.

"Benefits? How about marrying Jinlan with His Majesty the Emperor?" Mao Yuanyi laughed.

"With His Majesty the Emperor...to marry Jinlan?" Yang Rilang was stunned for a moment, and then a trace of disapproval appeared on his face, "The emperor of your Central Plains dynasty loves to lie the most. You can either send a daughter over with your relatives, or marry Jinlan, but At that time, if you turn your face, why not send troops to attack..."

Mao Yuanyi laughed out loud.

Chieftain Yang, to tell the truth, is still irrefutable.

"What you want is nothing more than new firearms, as well as food, salt, ironware, porcelain, silk, etc." Mao Yuanyi took a sip of clear tea and said calmly, "The Ming Dynasty has as many of these things as it wants.

Especially for the new firearms, His Majesty the Ming Emperor spent a lot of money and built seven or eight firearms manufacturing camps. The refined iron consumed every day is a mountain.

Chieftain Yang, how many soldiers and horses do you have under your command? "

Yang Rilang turned his head and thought for a while, then stretched out three fingers: "Thirty thousand, they are all first-class cavalry!"

"Only thirty thousand?" Mao Yuanyi shook his head, "It's far from enough."

"Your Majesty the Emperor thinks that with your reputation as Chieftain Yang, even with [-] elite cavalry, you should be able to do it easily, right? After all, the grassland you occupy is not small, and the population is fairly dense."

Yang Rilang shook his head and said: "At most [-] strong men, if too many cavalry are recruited at one time, the women, old people and children on the grassland cannot take care of the grassland, and the consequences will be very serious."

Mao Yuanyi nodded slightly.

In this situation, he is aware that the grassland cavalry can be recruited infinitely, and once recruited, they are definitely good cavalry.

The problem is, as Yang Rilang said, if too many are recruited at one time, it is easy to cause the pastures to be abandoned, and a large number of cattle and sheep cannot be taken care of, and various problems will arise...

"Oh, that would be a pity," Mao Yuanyi pondered a few times, and said with regret: "His Majesty the Emperor of Ming Dynasty, when preparing new firearms for your Zhuoniyang family, they were transported by [-] cavalry...

Here it is! "

Mao Yuanyi slapped his thigh hard, and suddenly stood up: "Toast Yang, let's do this, the muskets and artillery that will be distributed to you are counted as [-] cavalry, let's go, let's look at the firearms.

Oh, you don't know, this batch of new muskets was never distributed even by the Ming Frontier Army. All automatic firearms, one magazine contains twelve rounds of bullets!
Tsk tsk tsk, let's get you a firearm! "

"and many more!"

Suddenly, Yang Rilang's face changed drastically, he slapped himself fiercely, and cursed: "Oh, take a look, I have a terrible headache, it's not too late, but I will give it to you today." Guilty!

Daming God of War, I have 13 elite cavalry on the Gesang Grassland, why did I say [-] to you?
You said, is there water in my head? "

Mao Yuanyi: "..."