Di Ming

Chapter 13 Noble Man
How could such a tiny calf so quickly revive the dying Boroli and snatch him back from the Demon King?
Even a shaman lady with the ability to spin the heavens might not be able to do it.

Could this Han Chinese ox be a divine messenger of Mother Buddha and Master Cuohazhan?
Thinking of this, the Jurchen people were filled with gratitude and awe for Zhu Yin.

Just then, Boroli, who had suddenly come back to life, pounded his chest and shouted:
"The Demon King Yeruli had nine heads and was so powerful that the heavens and earth trembled, but in the end, he was killed by three goddesses and turned into a nine-headed evil bird that howled every night!"

"You are that nine-headed evil bird!"

"With Mother Buddha's blessing, my soul was pulled back by the willow branch, so what can you do about it?"

These are the words of contempt spoken by a member of the clan to the demon king Yeruli after he had recovered from danger.

By saying this, Beroli knew that he was out of danger.

Everyone was relieved. Toro and his mother wept with joy.

However, Zhu Yin did not dare to be careless, so he took out two antibacterial and anti-inflammatory capsules and had Toro feed them to the patient.

Everyone was amazed when they saw the capsules they had never seen before.

The Han people have such amazing things; they truly deserve to be called the masters of the Central Plains.

So what kind of being was the high and mighty Khan of the Ming Dynasty?

Boroli stood up weakly. "Niu Niu, did you save me? You are truly a lucky cloud, a lucky bird, flying to my humble fence!"

"You are my savior, Boroli."

After saying this, he was about to kneel down on one knee to perform a grand salute.

Zhu Yin quickly helped him up, "Uncle Boroli, don't thank me. It was Uncle Boroli who received Mother Fodo's blessing."

Although he said that, everyone naturally assumed that it was Zhu Yin who saved Bo Luoli.

Toro, his tears turning into a smile, said, "Look, how's the cow I brought back? It saved your life!"

The daughter-in-law, Jilan, prepared mare's milk for Boroli to drink.

The patient needs to replenish his vital energy.

Boroli couldn't help but ask, "What kind of milk is it?"

Gillan replied, "It's mare's milk."

Thinking to myself, "We're out of goat's milk, only mare's milk. Why did you even ask?"

Her husband hurriedly went to offer sacrifices to the Sologan, reporting to the ancestral gods and the heavenly gods that his father had turned misfortune into good fortune and escaped disaster.

Toro immediately lit a fire in the courtyard and helped Boroli step over the fire to dispel bad luck.

Zhu Yin and Ning Caiwei stood side by side under the eaves, watching this scene with their hands in their sleeves, both feeling an indescribable sense of peace and security.

Thankfully, they finally managed to save Boroli.

While everyone was busy, suddenly the sound of horses neighing came from outside.

Covered in snowflakes, the young boy Mech rushed in, his voice filled with alarm:

“Grandma! Father! Our clan's shaman wife has gone to Wangjia City! She's been gone for two days…”

Before he could even finish his sentence, his tone shifted to one of delight:
"Father! Are you alright? Did you summon other shamans?"

But he also seemed puzzled when he got to this point.

The shaman of the Benmukun (clan) is the closest and most effective for the clan.

Other Mukun shamans are not only further away, but they are also not very effective within their own clan.

Toro laughed and said, "It was Zhu Yin who saved your father..."

What? Mech was stunned.

Boroli shouted, "You fool! Hurry up and thank him for me!"

"Yes, sir!" Meh replied and was about to perform a deep bow when Zhu Yin stopped him.

The elderly Gasanda (the clan head) patted Zhu Yin on the shoulder, "You saved Boluoli, you are an auspicious person!"

“You are a distinguished guest of our village! I have lived for sixty years and have seen many Han people, but I have never seen a Han bull like you.”

Gasanda did not have a good impression of the Han people. He knew that many of the nobles in Wangjia City were Han slaves they had captured.

This shows that the Han people were nothing special. In a one-on-one fight, they were no match for the Jurchen warriors.

However, Zhu Yin changed his view of the Han people.

This Han family ox not only cured Bo Luoli, but also, despite his young age, he possessed an aura that commanded respect, making him even more dashing and noble than the city lord and the prince's son.

Even the princes of Ming Dynasty officials didn't seem to possess this refined and noble air.

This young princess from the Han family is clearly no ordinary person!
As a member of the Gashan tribe, he was quite knowledgeable and had even accompanied the tribal chief to Beijing to pay tribute.

But he had never seen a child with such a refined and noble demeanor.

Gasanda asked Boroli in a low voice, "What's this cow's name? Whose is it?"

Bo Luoli said, "His name is Zhu Yin, and he said he came from Liaoyang City."

"Surname Zhu?" Gashan Da's old eyes narrowed, his voice trembling slightly. "Could he be a member of the Great Ming Khan's family, a prince of some royal family?"

Boroli looked astonished and lowered his voice: "Which royal family's prince? No way? That's someone even more noble than the city lord."

Gashanda gave Zhu Yin and Ning Caiwei a deep look and said in a low voice:
“You ignorant mountain roe deer. Zhu is the imperial surname of the Great Ming Khan! This ox possesses such a miraculous medicine, is surnamed Zhu, and has such a noble bearing; it must be a relative of the Great Ming Khan.” “They may have encountered something and ended up in our Wangjia tribe.”

“Ordinary families simply cannot raise princes and princesses like these; they are likely to be noble people.”

"Broly, maybe you'll become rich and powerful because of this ox in the future. It all depends on whether you have the luck."

At this time, the Jurchen people at the grassroots level, as subjects of the Ming Dynasty, still held the Ming Dynasty in awe and longed for the Central Plains.

Many Jurchens willingly submitted to the Ming Dynasty to seek a way out. Many were from the lower classes, but simply lacked the opportunity to go to the Central Plains.

Boroli knew that Gasanda was a very perceptive person.

Gasanda rarely misjudges people!
Zhu Yin and his young wife must be from some noble family.

He saw his youngest son thanking Zhu Yin with a grateful expression, and suddenly an idea struck him.

Zhu Yin is going back to Liaoyang, isn't he? Why not just give Meh to him as an aha? Firstly, to repay his life-saving grace, and secondly, to find a way out for Meh.

If Zhu Yinzhen were truly a relative of the Ming Khan, or born into wealth, Meh might have lived a good life.

It's much better than staying in the tribe, where you have to endure the hardships of hunting and fishing, offering mink furs and ginseng to nobles, and fighting and risking your life for them.
Life was too hard for the Jurchens.

The youngest son is grown up, and this little bit of family property isn't enough to go around.

Although the Jurchens traditionally have the youngest son to manage the family business, they are not like those noble families in the tribes. What kind of family business do they have that requires the youngest son to manage?

Thinking of this, the Jurchen man, who had toiled half his life, immediately made a decision.

He offered his youngest son to Zhu Yin as a servant, taking a gamble!
Among the poor Jurchen people, many would give their children to nobles to serve as their personal attendants.

Although the servants of nobles have no freedom, they are often better off in terms of food and clothing, and have the opportunity to become rich and powerful.

The poor, free-spirited hunters, on the contrary, had no chance to rise to prominence.

For the poor Jurchen people who could only make a living through hard work, choosing the right option was not difficult.

However, tribal nobles don't need so many personal servants. Even if you wanted to be a servant, you might not have the opportunity!

.........

The tribespeople quickly dispersed, relieved.

The courtyard has returned to its peaceful and quiet state.

Filled with gratitude from everyone, Zhu Yin and Ning Caiwei returned to the east wing to sleep.

It's past midnight, I'm so sleepy.

“It looks like we won’t be able to return to the Central Plains for at least a few months.” Ning Caiwei stretched. “I need to learn Jurchen; I can’t keep being a mute.”

"I also want to learn archery and horseback riding. I'll learn these self-defense skills as much as I can."

Zhu Yin nodded and said, "The Jurchens start playing with slingshots at the age of four or five, and begin practicing archery and horseback riding at the age of six. At our age, it's the time to lay the foundation."

"Once we return to the Central Plains, it will be inconvenient to practice riding and archery."

"Hmm, I'm sleepy, let's go to sleep." Ning Caiwei yawned and tucked her head back into the animal skin rug.

Zhu Yin also crawled into the mattress.

The two were half a meter apart, but they could still feel each other's warmth.

Soon, the two of them fell asleep together.

In their dreams, the two sometimes dreamed of returning to the modern world, and sometimes of returning to the Central Plains... The dreams were bizarre and varied.

Just before dawn, a series of mutterings beside him suddenly woke Zhu Yin:

"Notify all CEOs of listed companies to immediately attend a meeting at the group headquarters..."

"...Our current strategy prioritizes politics above all else! Profit margin comes second!"

"...We must take the lead in maintaining stock market stability! This is a financial war!"

"...Strict rectification is required. If you cannot do so, submit your resignation!"

"The meeting is dismissed!"

After saying the words "meeting adjourned," Ning Caiwei grunted twice like a little pig and then fell silent again.

Zhu Yin looked at Ning Caiwei's small face and noticed that her eyebrows were furrowed tightly, like a lock.

The young man looked completely bewildered.

I'm even having meetings in my dreams.

He couldn't sleep anymore and could only stare blankly into his mind.

Dawn broke quickly.

As the rooster crowed, Ning Caiwei was also awakened.

She threw back the covers and sat up, stretched, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and called out:

"Aunt Xu!"

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(End of this chapter)