The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

"That Sudra is actually the original ancient Indians. The high castes were all foreign invaders. Aren't the ancient Indians miserable?" Chen Yuanyuan thought of the Tianzhu Kingdom in Journey to the West, feeling that those Indians were all reduced to slaves up?

"This reminds me of the Yuan Dynasty, which divided the whole country into four classes: Yuan people, Semu people, Han people, and Nan people." Ouyang recalled that he was knowledgeable and talented.

"This Dhara, after all, is still a fourth-class person, not the worst," Sinbad said with a wry smile.

"Ah?" The girls exclaimed, "Is there anything worse than Sudra?"

"Yes!" Sinbad curled his lips and said, "In addition to the four major castes, there is another group called the untouchables! Or the untouchables... They don't even have a caste, and they don't even have the qualifications to match the caste. Contact, they all live in special villages, they must bring their own brooms when walking, and sweep their own footprints while walking, and they cannot even step on the shadows of caste people, otherwise they will be beaten to death."

"!!!" The girls were amazed.

Gu Hengbo said with emotion: "I originally thought that women from Le Ji were the worst. Unexpectedly, the untouchables in India are much more miserable than us. At least the women in the brothel of the Ming Dynasty don't need to be afraid of stepping on other people's shadows."

The women were eye-opening, and only then did they realize that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people, and the working people in India are living in real dire straits.

"Since it's so unequal, why don't those low castes and untouchables rise up and resist?" Ah Man said indignantly.

"There are many religions in India, and the low castes and untouchables also believe in religion." Sinbad shrugged, "They all believe that the suffering of this generation is to repay the debts of the previous generation. As long as they suffer and suffer, the next life will be reborn and prospered." Caste, enjoy the glory and wealth."

Yan Song couldn't help asking: "Who said all these?"

"The Brahmins of the first caste said it." Sinbad said solemnly.

Yan Song: "... No wonder."

This way, simply don't go too deep.

In order to prevent the lower castes and untouchables from rebelling, the upper castes made up a whole set of such words, so that the suffering people would not rise up to rebel...

This way, 5.0 seems to be much smarter than the Ming royal family and the gentry, what "everything is inferior but reading is high", and the Confucian "monarch, minister, minister, father, son and son".

These guys in Daming are all talking to themselves and boasting about themselves. Look at how smart the nobles of Ah San are?They tell you that although you suffer in this life, don’t worry, Feng Shui will take turns, and you will come to your house in the next life...

You only need to hold the ticket and wait patiently until the next life, then you can marry Bai Fumei and embark on the pinnacle of life.

As for whether there will be a next life, only God knows...

This kind of routine is deep enough.

The ignorant common people's sense of resistance immediately dropped sharply, and they were optimistic about their fate and willingly queued up.

Yan Song hehe...

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Chapter 2191 The Navy Soldiers Waiting for Battle [1]

Compared to Indian aristocratic scheming BOYs, Ming aristocrats are straight men with advanced cancer, just knowing that our old Zhu family is noble and the first among a hundred surnames...

Learn from India!

Their surname system is so awesome!

After making complaints about it, Yan Song noticed that in the military fortresses of the Mughal Empire, there were all kinds of wonderful troops...

Persian camel cavalry in red and colorful, let's find out.

These camels are all Bactrian camels from West Asia. They are tall and mighty, and their calls are much higher than camels from other places.

It's just that, if you want to shoot Journey to the West, there are more types of monsters.

Nine, nine, and 81 difficulties are probably not enough. If Indians come to shoot, they can make a thousand and one nights for you. The disasters that Tang Seng and his disciples will endure are endless.

Sinbad explained: "The Mughal Empire is attacking everywhere, occupying a lot of land, and the army is also a motley army. Under the high-handed politics of Salem, from Persia to Siam in Southeast Asia, troops basically have to follow the empire to fight. "

Yan Song rolled his eyes: "My old man has already seen it. It is indeed a national card of 13. To say that he is a miscellaneous army is an insult to this open nation."

The women saw that the Mughal barracks could be called a zoo conference. The neighing of horses, elephants, monkeys, camels, and white cows could be heard endlessly, one after another, plus various religious ceremonies, and various magic sticks. There were chanting words, colorful flags fluttering from different ethnic groups, and tent camps. This was a hundred times more lively than the Lantern Festival in the capital of Ming Dynasty.

Ouyang Qianzhi pursed his lips and smiled: "Did the Mughal Empire really come to fight? Why do you think they are so... weird?"

As the commander-in-chief of the White Miao Army, Lan Fenghuang was also ordered to mobilize 8000 white Miao soldiers to the front line to help in the battle. He was dressed in a blue uniform and smiled heroically: "Take the words of the master, the army of the Mughal Empire, although human There are many people, but it is the turtle king Bayi nest..."

"Auntie, those are mobs!" Little Aman corrected Lan Fenghuang with his hands on his hips.

The girls laughed together again.

Yan Song asked Sinbad: "At this time, how many troops are the Mughal Empire gathered at the front line?"

Sinbad said with a solemn face: "Preliminary statistics show that there are as many as 10 troops. They are still mobilizing troops from various places."

Hearing this number, all the girls turned pale.

Although these Mughals look funny, where is the number.

Emperor Salem: I learned the tricks, and the fights are sincere.

Qi Jiguang looked at a huge and neat army in the distance, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Yan Ge, another army has come. Look at the banner, this is the precious elite of the Mughal Empire."

Yan Song looked over.

This army was really extraordinary, with bright armor and clear flags, it was completely different from those coquettish bastards such as the Hanuman Army, the Bull Demon King Army, and the Elephant Army.

The most striking thing is that the three generals in the front of the army all carried the flag of the generals of the Ming Dynasty.

Hong Chengchou, Geng Jingzhong, Shang Kexi.

"Eh? It's these three shit stirrers?"