I am the prince of the Ming Dynasty, I don't give up

Chapter 389 Class Struggle
Ma Desheng felt that Zhu Houxuan's young attendants had a little more respect in their eyes, and even Zhu Houxuan had a little more approval in his eyes, nodding slightly to him.
This has happened many times since he came to Tangshan. When he mentioned the honors he received, others showed respect, which made him feel very happy and he enjoyed this feeling.
And this time, even His Royal Highness King Jing looked up to him, which made him feel a little excited.
"It's just a small contribution, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning." Ma Desheng said somewhat embarrassedly.

"How can the merits that have been made in an upright manner not be worth mentioning? We should mention them openly!" Zhu Houxun said with a smile.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Ma Desheng said quickly.

"The Mongols have a very bad reputation. I used to think that all Mongols were big and strong. But after seeing these one thousand Mongolian prisoners, I realized that the Mongols are not as strong as I imagined. Their lives now are much better than they were on the grasslands, except that they have no freedom. So their coal production this month has met the target." Sun Fuxian took over the topic.

"Very good." Zhu Houxuan said approvingly.

"However, some accidents occurred in the past two months. Three Mongolian prisoners died unexpectedly, and 3 injured people received proper treatment," said Sun Fuxian.

Zhu Houxuan continued to observe the Mongolian prisoners who were working with a telescope while listening. Suddenly, there was a commotion among the Mongolian prisoners. The guards on guard whistled everywhere, and soon a team of fully armed soldiers appeared.
The Mongolian prisoners carried out a man covered in blood. The armored soldiers of the Guards remained on guard. After a while, a man in a white coat and carrying a box walked out from the Guards, walked towards the team of Mongolian prisoners, and then squatted down to check the injuries of the Mongolian prisoner.

"Let's go and take a look!" Zhu Houxuan suddenly became interested.

The group quickly reached the place where the guards were on guard. Their arrival did not attract much attention from the Mongolian captives. They knelt around the doctor with great piety, and some even kowtowed to him in awe.
"That's Doctor Zhang Gu, the best doctor in our area. The Mongolians respect him very much. They say Doctor Zhang is better than their best shaman," Sun Fuxian introduced.

"After the Battle of Yingzhou, our doctors saved many injured Mongolians. The color most revered by Mongolians is white, so our doctors all wore white coats. Those Mongolian captives worshipped our doctors as gods," Ma Desheng explained.

Everyone nodded silently following Ma Desheng's words.
In this era when a minor injury could take a strong man's life, medical skills are still shrouded in mystery. Although the surgeons of the Royal Group only mastered some basic disinfection techniques and surgical skills, they have greatly reduced the mortality rate. This is a miracle in the eyes of both the Ming and Mongolian sides.
This had an even greater impact on the Mongols, who were already losers.
Doctor Zhang treated the wounded quickly. He asked two Mongolian prisoners to carry the wounded out and put them in a rest room to rest. Soon it was dinner time. The food delivery vehicle came to the place where the prisoners lived. The prisoners slowly came out of the mine and lined up in a long queue beside the food delivery vehicle.
However, Zhu Houxuan, who was observing from a distance, found that some people had directly cut in line to the front row, while the Mongols at the back dared not speak out.
"Those are Mongolian nobles. Their work is done by other prisoners. Eating is the first priority. We have tried to interfere several times, but the effect has not been very good," said Sun Fuxian.

Zhu Houxuan certainly knew that they were Mongolian nobles, and he had seen that the leader was Borjigin Buchi, which was why he chose this coal mine as his first stop when he came to Tangshan.
"In recent times, the fugitives captured by the criminal police team are all Mongolian nobles. No ordinary Mongolian prisoners have escaped." Ma Desheng suddenly added.

Zhu Houxuan nodded after listening.

He saw that after Bu Chi finished his meal, he just ate the salted fish that went with the meal. Not satisfied with his own, he also snatched some salted fish from the Mongolian captives. The salted fish was limited, and each person could only have a small one.

Zhu Houxuan observed Bu Chi with great interest. If he remembered correctly, this Bu Chi should be the great-grandfather of Lin Danhan in the late Ming Dynasty, although it doesn't make much sense to say this now.
After the meal, the guards ordered the Mongolian captives to be divided into five teams, and then five people dressed as teachers gave them separate lessons.
"Temujin was a cruel slave owner who exploited the Mongolian people and oppressed the development of Mongolia. He cruelly exploited the Mongolian people. In order to plunder the wealth of other nations, he constantly invaded neighboring countries, destroyed a large number of brilliant and prosperous civilizations, and caused serious disasters to other nations. The war he launched did not bring any benefits to the Mongolian people."

"Temujin also tried every means to destroy the relationship between the Mongolian people and the Chinese nation. The Mongolian people were once a branch of the Chinese nation, but under Temujin's rule, the Mongolian people gradually separated from the Chinese nation and drifted further and further away from the Chinese nation."

The teachers in the field taught the Mongolian captives in Mongolian. Zhu Houxuan's strong memory gave him an incomparable advantage in language learning, so he quickly learned Mongolian and could understand what the teachers were saying.
"I just wrote a lecture note, but they didn't make any changes. They didn't study it and just gave a dry lecture. What's the use of this?" Zhu Houxuan said with some displeasure.

The Mongolian prisoners below all looked bored and didn't seem to hear anything.
Zhu Houxuan finally understood why the brainwashing and transformation of Mongolian prisoners was so slow. It turned out that this was the crux of the problem. If he had stayed in the capital, he would never have figured out the crux of the problem.
His brain was working rapidly. This way of teaching would definitely not work. It would not work at all. He needed to think of other ways.
He suddenly thought that the reason why the Mongolian Khanates could exist for so long was the Mongolian Code left by Genghis Khan and the Mongolian grassland military aristocracy system, and finally the powerful military force.
Under the military advantage of the Ming Dynasty, the Mongolian military strength is no longer dominant. Now all that is left is the Mongolian Code and the Mongolian grassland military aristocracy. The code can be put aside for now. The most urgent task now is how to break the status of the Mongolian military aristocracy in the hearts of ordinary Mongolian herdsmen.
Zhu Houxuan thought about it and felt that the fastest way to achieve the best results was to carry out class struggle.
It's the end of the month, and the monthly tickets are still doubled. I'm here to ask for monthly tickets too. Thank you very much for your monthly tickets...

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