Nanming: I can build wonders

Hearing the familiar voice, Wang Sangui's son Ama slightly widened his eyes, and when he saw Wang Sangui, he rushed out excitedly.

Wang Sangui hugged his son in a hug, tears streaming down his face with joy.

The surrounding villagers who were watching the excitement also heard a familiar voice. Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw this scene again. They all looked at Wang Sangui in disbelief!

The current Wang Sangui, with long hair, a shaved beard and a delicate military coat, is still the same Dalit as before.

Everyone couldn't believe it, but looking at Wang Sangui, who was so happy holding his son, and looking carefully, he could be sure that that guy was their former neighbor!
Wang Sangui's wife also came out, looked at the strange husband, and called out his former name: "Summit?"

"My name is not Samit, but my name is Wang Sangui. Our family will be noble Ming people from now on."

Wang Sangui said very solemnly.

"What's our family name in the future?"

When her wife heard Wang Sangui's words, she asked very strangely. He, who was poor in knowledge, didn't know what Wang Sangui was.

"The surname is Wang, this is a noble Ming surname."

Wang Sangui emphasized again, and then looked around at the villagers watching the excitement.

"Let's go, come back to our new home with me, from now on we will be noble Daming household registration, we can't live with untouchables."

Hearing Wang Sangui's words, his wife became even more puzzled.

"What is Daming?"

"Don't worry about these things, you just need to know that the Ming people are descendants of noble gods, and they are more noble than Brahmins and Kshatriyas."

"I, Wang Sangui, made great contributions on the battlefield and was personally given the surname Wang by General Wang Xianwu of the Ming Dynasty. From now on, I will be the noble caste of the Ming Dynasty."

Wang Sangui stood up straight, and explained very loudly to the people around him.

"A Ming caste that is nobler than Brahmins and Kshatriyas?"

The surrounding villagers became even more puzzled immediately, and one by one started talking about it. For these Dalits, they don't even know what's going on outside.

"The Ming people destroyed the Mughal Empire, and now the east of Delhi is ruled by the Ming people, and General Wang Xianwu is the favorite general of the supreme emperor Zhu Kezang of the Ming Dynasty, and I am General Wang's domestic slave."

Wang Sangui didn't pay much attention to these old friends, he hugged his son and dragged his wife, and sat on the sedan chair.

"Are we leaving like this?"

Her wife looked at the house behind her.

No matter how dilapidated it is, it is their former home, and there are still many things and memories in it, even if it is more painful and unbearable.

"Yes, you have to remember that from now on, our family, including you and A Ma, will all be Daming people, and now the only Tianzhu people in Tianzhu mainland who have successfully naturalized as Daming."

This is how money buys horse bones. There is Wang Sangui's example. Who doesn't believe in the caste system with the characteristics of Ming Dynasty?
"General Wang rewarded me with the land of Edawo Village, and all the people in the surrounding area will offer it to me regularly in the future. Our family is a master from Tianzhu."

Wang Sangui solemnly explained to his wife.

"I don't know why you suddenly became like this, but that is our home!"

His wife is still not used to calling him Wang Sangui, so she said reluctantly after thinking about it.

When Wang Sangui heard his wife's words, his face gradually softened. Even if he became a noble Ming, the relationship between the couple could not be changed so easily.

"I understand how you feel, but we want to get out of this humble Dalit status, live a better life, and give Amah a better future."

"Look, this house is about to collapse, and it's uninhabitable at all. Do you want us to live here forever?"

Wang Sangui pointed to their dilapidated house and said.

His wife nodded silently. She knew that even though she was reluctant to give up, this house was really impossible to live in.

"Okay, let's go."

Her wife looked at her house with some distress, and then followed Wang Sangui and her son into the sedan chair.

From the beginning to the end, except for his wife and children, Wang Sangui never had any communication with other people around him, and he didn't even pay any attention to his former friends and friends waving to him.

In Wang Sangui's view, he is now a member of the noble Ming caste, but he must never have any communication with the lowly Dalits before, and must draw a clear line from the past.

And those who greeted Wang Sangui were soon given a severe lesson by the Kshatriyas.

"Untouchables, you have to recognize your identities, and don't be beaten to death just because you offend people."

The villagers also dispersed, leaving an empty village, only the sound of wind blowing echoed in the air.

In the afternoon, the sun shone on the faces of Wang Sangui's family, and the son hid in his mother's arms and listened to his father's words from time to time.

Looking at his wife and son, Wang Sangui was filled with faith. He believed that as long as he worked hard, he would be able to give his wife and children a better life.

"General Wang said that for a person like me who has obtained a Daming household registration, what I have to do is to do my best to promote the culture of Daming, so that more people can understand the greatness of Daming."

He explained to his wife, "Come on, I'll teach you to sing a Ming song."

[All words and actions must be peaceful, all mistakes are just for panic.

Stand quietly, speak calmly, don't be frivolous and make people laugh.

Learn to be patient first, quickly rest and lose your temper, and if you are impatient and careless, your life will be bad. 】

Wang Sangui patiently taught his wife to sing like a primary school teacher. His wife sang along shyly, and his son was also attracted by his father's singing, and slowly hummed along.

This is a traditional nursery rhyme of the Ming Dynasty, called "Little Children's Talk". It is an elementary school work written by Lu Desheng and Lu Kun's father and son in the Ming Dynasty. The language of this book is simple and easy for everyone to understand.

Therefore, it was included in the text of the Mandarin textbook of Xin Daming Primary School.

Wang Sangui smiled and took out a candy made in Daming to make his son happy.

The wife also laughed, and she found that although Wang Sangui became a little weird, his heart was still as good as before.

Wang Sangui felt the laughter and warmth of his family members, and his impetuousness caused by suddenly becoming a Daming person also slowly dissipated.

"Son, you have to study hard. Daming is a very great country with profound cultural heritage. Only by earnestly studying Daming's culture can you change your destiny."

Wang Sangui speaks earnestly and sincerely, but his son only half understands it.

In Zhuhai Port, Guangdong Province of the Ming Empire, three ships flying the green crescent flag of the Ottoman Empire slowly sailed into this increasingly busy port.