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

Chapter 460 The Sun That Never Sets on the Prairie
While the group was talking, the situation downstairs changed again. Some Mongolians living in the planned city were encouraged by Niu Zhongxia and his group to rush back home, take out the Genghis Khan portrait hanging in their homes, and throw it into the burning brazier. The people around them immediately cheered again.
The Propaganda Department organized many teams like Niu Zhongxia's, preparing to go to each naturalized Mongolian to carry out propaganda and hold activities to burn the statue of Genghis Khan.

At this time, Genghis Khan's reputation had fallen to the lowest level due to the impact of the public trial, so we must take this opportunity to completely eliminate Genghis Khan's influence in the hearts of naturalized Mongols.

The operation went unexpectedly smoothly.

Although Mongolians have been listening to the story of Genghis Khan since childhood, Genghis Khan was a figure three hundred years ago. No matter how wonderful Genghis Khan's story is, it is impossible for Genghis Khan to travel through time and space for three hundred years to bring any tangible benefits to the Mongolians today. The benefits that Emperor Zhu Houzhao brought to the Mongolians are real, so as long as there is no problem with their brains, Mongolians know how to make a choice.
The same logic applies to the change to worshipping Zhu Houzhao's portrait. All the pastures and livestocks for the naturalized Mongolians were granted in the name of Zhu Houzhao. The lives of many poor herdsmen who had nothing changed dramatically as a result. They lived a life they had never dared to imagine before. This was already a rebirth. Moreover, the story of Zhu Houzhao's revenge for the dead Mongols had spread throughout the grassland and caused a huge sensation on the grassland. In addition, there was already a tradition of worshipping portraits, so changing the portrait from Genghis Khan to Zhu Houzhao became a natural thing.

Of course, there are some naturalized Mongolians who do not cooperate. We have to use coercion and inducement against them. After all, this is a feudal society, not a modern one. There is no such thing as respecting other people's choices. If they do not cooperate, they will be hit by the iron fist.

In short, Zhu Houxuan's series of reform policies aimed at the Mongols achieved very good results.

In fact, the thoughts of many naturalized Mongolians are very simple. After all, most of them have only completed prenatal education, have not received much education, and their experiences are not that complicated, so the difficulty of transformation is not high.

Because of the portrait offering, Zhu Houzhao also developed a strong interest in the assimilation of the Mongols. This matter gave him a very novel feeling and made him often inquire about it.

However, Zhu Houzhao did not stay in Guihua City for long. Guihua City was very boring in winter, so in late October, Zhu Houzhao decided to set off for Beijing.
The emperor was about to leave for Beijing, and the military and political officials of the Hetao Dusi came to see him off. After the news spread, many people even came to naturalize Mongolia to see him off.
Zhu Houzhao rode on his warhorse and waved to the people who were seeing him off, and then he suddenly heard a strange sound of music and singing.
In this farewell ceremony for the emperor, music and other things were indispensable, but Zhu Houzhao felt a sense of familiarity from the music just now, and could not help but look for the source of the music and singing.
Then, unexpectedly but also reasonably, I saw Sun Gong standing nearby.
When Sun Gong saw Zhu Houzhao looking at him, he quickly saluted to Zhu Houzhao.

Zhu Houzhao's eyes passed over Sun Gong and fell on the Mongolians who were kneeling on the ground behind Sun Gong, and his eyes showed interest.
"Did you sing that song just now?" Zhu Houzhao stopped his horse and asked.

"Your Majesty, we are the ones who sang it," Sun Gong said quickly.

"In that case, let's sing it again. It sounds quite interesting, but I didn't hear it clearly just now." Zhu Houzhao said enthusiastically.

"As you command." Sun Gong said, and then quickly signaled the Mongols behind him to move quickly.
Soon, the Mongolians were busy playing, dancing, and singing.
——White clouds float in the blue sky,
——The horses are running under the white clouds,

—Waving the whip, the sound is heard everywhere,

——Hundreds of birds fly together.
If someone asks me,

——What is this place?
I told him proudly,
——This is my hometown.
——People here love Ming Dynasty,
- also love my hometown, - sing about my new life,
——Singing the Ming Dynasty,

——The Great Emperor, the Great Ming Empire,
——Raised us to grow,
——The sun that never sets rises on the grassland

——The sun that never sets rises on the grassland

The singer was a man dressed in Mongolian clothes. He had a rough face, a deep and distant voice, and a graceful and gorgeous voice, which gave people a very beautiful audio-visual experience.
The other people who came to see him off also listened quietly to the man's singing. Everyone present was smart and politically sensitive, so they naturally understood the meaning of the song as soon as they heard it.
This is a song of praise for Zhu Houzhao. Although the part of the lyrics is a bit too straightforward, it feels very appropriate when sung by the Mongolian man.
"Well, nice! What's the name of this song?" Zhu Houzhao asked. He felt very comfortable and surprised.

"Your Majesty, the name of this song is "The Sun That Never Sets on the Prairie."" Sun Gong replied quickly.

The Mongolians who were finishing their performances behind him also showed surprise. They did not expect that this piece of music they had just practiced would be praised by His Majesty the Emperor.
"What a good name! It's a good song, I like it——" Zhu Houzhao couldn't suppress the smile on his face.
"Congratulations, Father, for becoming the sun that never sets on the grassland!" Jiang Bin said while the iron was hot.

Others followed Jiang Bin and began to congratulate him.
Zhu Houzhao, who was always congratulating, smiled brightly. After a while, he found an opportunity to say to Sun Gong: "This song always sounds familiar to me. It sounds like my brother's work. I wonder who the author of this song is?"

"Your Majesty is wise. To be honest, this song was composed by His Royal Highness the Prince of Jing." Sun Gong said softly to Zhu Houzhao.

Zhu Houzhao waved his arms excitedly, "I told you! Only my brother can write a song of this style."

"But this song is far worse than the "Farewell" of that year!" Zhu Houzhao suddenly remembered something.

"Both in terms of lyrics and melody, "Farewell" is a masterpiece. Time flies so fast! My brother wrote "Farewell" in the fifth year of Zhengde, and nine years have passed in the blink of an eye," Zhu Houzhao sighed.

"This song certainly cannot be compared with "Farewell". "Farewell" is a song that has become popular all over the country. It is a beautiful story of the deep brotherly love between Your Majesty and Your Highness! Now when people in various parts of the Ming Dynasty bid farewell to their friends, everyone sings "Farewell"!" Sun Gong said quickly.

(End of this chapter)