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

Chapter 429 But there is a grassland in my home

As soon as she took a sip of the milk tea, Wujina's eyes lit up. She thought the milk tea with refined salt was delicious enough, but the milk tea with reddish-brown granules tasted even better.
Because there is a very obvious sweetness in the milk tea, this sweetness neutralizes the bitter taste of the tea very well, making the aroma of the tea more prominent
Wujina felt that every cell in her body was cheering and jumping for joy. She loved this taste so much...

People who have lived in cold regions for a long time have a desire for sugar and oil, and this desire is written in their genes.
Wujina was no exception, she couldn't help but finish the milk tea in her cup.
"People in the Ming Dynasty told me that this is called brown sugar," said Niu Zhongxia.

"Brown Sugar." Wujina remembered the name immediately.

Then she saw Niu Zhongxia pouring the whole bag of brown sugar into the milk tea pot.
“Don’t pour it all out, eat it sparingly,” Wujina stopped her.

"Don't worry about that. I can get more from Mingren after I finish eating." Niu Zhongxia said calmly. He poured the bag of brown sugar into the milk tea pot stubbornly.
Then he poured another cup for Wujina.
There was admiration and surprise in Wujina's eyes. She drank the sweet milk tea and was very glad that she had made the decision yesterday. Fortunately, she was very decisive and became Tuzhigen's woman.

Niu Zhongxia was very pleased with Wujina's expression of admiration and surprise. This kind of expression on a woman's face was the most motivating thing for a man.
Niu Zhongxia knew exactly what Wujina was up to, but this was also a very normal thing on the grassland.
On the grassland, it is normal for the weak to rely on the strong.
In the Mongolian concept, a good horse should be matched with a good saddle, and a good man should be matched with a good woman.
Wujina is a good woman in Niu Zhongxia's eyes. She is also a good woman in the eyes of Mongolians.
Those who were timid about such matters had long been eliminated on the grassland.
Therefore, Niu Zhongxia would not dislike Wujina's initiative to pay for him, because this has been the survival rule on the grassland for thousands of years. Although Niu Zhongxia has been reformed ideologically for a year, the focus of the reform is the understanding of nation, history and class struggle on the grassland. As for the moral concepts of the Han people, they are just mentioned.

Therefore, Niu Zhongxia did not look down on Wujina's idea at all, and Wujina's appearance made his suppressed wish come true, and also made him experience the long-lost feeling of home.
This made him feel very satisfied.
"Okay, I have to go out to do some work. You wait for me at home." Niu Zhongxia stood up.

Wujina showed a hint of joy on her face, knowing that Niu Zhongxia approved of her, she nodded heavily and said, "Okay."

Niu Zhongxia walked out of the yurt with a smile on his face. He felt that the spring outside was even brighter. He felt very relaxed and full of energy, but his waist was still a little sore.
Wujina is really a wild horse! Niu Zhongxia sighed again in his heart.

But Niu Zhongxia didn't care about this at all.
I love a wild horse, but there is really a grassland in my home.
It is impossible to divide up so much grassland in one day; it will take several days.

Niu Zhongxia was there to maintain order. He spoke Chinese well and could serve as a translator.
The Ming Dynasty immigrants who arrived in Hetao did not have much objection to the division of the surrounding grasslands, because they believed that the land of those grasslands was too barren, and the soil fertility was not enough for growing crops, and they were not proficient in grazing.

The lands distributed to the Ming immigrants were all adjacent to the Yellow River and its tributaries. These lands were all alluvial plains or floodplains of the Yellow River. The land was fertile enough and could be irrigated with water from the Yellow River.

The output of one hundred acres of such land can equal the output of ten thousand acres of grassland, so the Ming immigrants are not jealous of those grasslands.
Uncle Gulisi was finally allocated 200 acres of grassland and more than livestock. When he really faced these grasslands and livestock, he found that he really couldn't refuse all of this, and finally chose to accept it silently.
After finishing a day's work, Niu Zhongxia took a look around the newly arrived Ming merchant caravan and used the colorful silver yuan coupons to buy a piece of silk, which he prepared to give to Wujina as a gift.

The purchasing power of these silver yuan notes is much higher than Niu Zhongxia imagined, which makes him even happier.
When he returned to the yurt at night, Wujina's surprised expression made him feel very satisfied. He just felt that he liked his current life very much. This was the life he dreamed of.
Beijing.

Zhu Houxun and all the civil and military officials were at the post station ten miles away from the capital to welcome Zhu Houzhao's return. Only 10,000 cavalrymen of the Imperial Guards accompanied Zhu Houzhao on this trip. Zhu Houzhao did not display his imperial guards, nor did he ride in a carriage. Instead, he appeared in front of all the officials in military uniform and on a warhorse surrounded by the cavalrymen of the Imperial Guards.

With Zhu Houzhao's victory after victory, he was able to ignore some of the red tape.

When he had no achievements, this was called disobeying ancestral rules, and the civil officials could make this behavior sound extremely serious, as if the sky was about to fall.

When he has achievements, the civil servants call this behavior informal.
"Greetings to Your Majesty, and welcome back to the palace!" Zhu Houxuan led all the civil and military officials to bow to the ground.

Zhu Houzhao just waved his hand casually and asked everyone to stand up.

After talking with Zhu Houxuan, Zhu Houzhao turned his attention to one of the officials.
"Mr. Yang is back too. I haven't seen him for three years. You look much thinner!" Zhu Houzhao said with a smile.

This Mr. Yang was Yang Tinghe, who returned home to observe mourning for three years. Yang Tinghe was unlucky. Not long after he left the capital to return home to observe mourning in the eleventh year of Zhengde, Zhu Houzhao fled to Xuanfu, and the battle of Yingzhou followed.

During these three years, Zhu Houzhao launched a total of three wars. The grand secretaries in the capital were able to play a role in assisting in the planning, but Yang Tinghe did not get any of these.

It is for this reason that Zhu Houxuan does not intend to let Yang Tinghe continue to serve as the Prime Minister. Liang Chu has done a good job in the past three years and has also shared a lot of credit, so he will continue to serve as the Prime Minister of the cabinet.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I have also heard of your great reputation in the north while I was in Sichuan," said Yang Tinghe.

Yang Tinghe's words made Zhu Houzhao even more proud.
After a warm welcome, Zhu Houzhao could not wait to pull Zhu Houxun to discuss the recent policy on how to treat Mongolian prisoners.
"To deter Mongolia militarily, to control Mongolia economically, to assimilate Mongolia culturally, and to directly govern Mongolia politically..."

"This is the strategy we set back then, and now all our policies towards Mongolia are formulated based on this strategy."

"We now control about 20 Mongols. These 20 Mongols would only make up the population of two prefectures and counties if placed in the interior of the country. However, this is already one-sixth or one-seventh of the population controlled by the Tatar Mongols. We can now try to use this population to establish a new order on the grassland."

(End of this chapter)