At the end of the autumn of the 15th year of Hongwu, the Mongolian Taiwei Guantong led 300,000 Jinshan tribes to surrender.

The barrier in the eastern part of Beihelin collapsed, shocking the Northern Army to pacify Yingchang (Beiyingchang), taking Qingyuan, and the army directly attacked Helin. The entire Ming and Mongolian battle situation was completely reversed to an abandoned son. This abandoned tribe once had heroes like Mu Huali, and was once treated as a shame by the Mongolian tribes and allowed them to die in northern Liao.

The roaring cannons outside were shaking back and forth with Lin City Tower, and the soil fell down. Tuogustimuer and the civil and military officials ignored the artillery battle outside, and listened with a serious look as if Ying Chang's general Amuer reported the information of his opponent. All this came too suddenly, and suddenly made people suspect in a dream. The iron-killed man, Amuer, sniffled and cried, felt as grievance as a child, while sobbing, while telling the news he heard.

Let's go back to more than a month ago.

As Mid-Autumn Festival approaches, Liaoyang City ushers in its harvest season. The wide streets are crowded with carts, sheepskin, wool, wood, ginseng, wool materials, and materials for carriages transporting goods to caravans. They are transported from various places in Liaodong to various places with this center. The lacquerware, glass, cloth, and brick tea from the Central Plains are also transported here from Peking, and then distributed to various places by merchants.

"His grandma's, it's so prosperous. If we grab a hand here at this time, it will be enough for our tribe to live for two hundred years." A rough man shouted loudly in the Jurchens' truth, regardless of the pedestrians' eyes.

The man walking in front of him turned around and looked him up, pretending to be angry and said, "Wanyan Chi, close your mouth, be careful that the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty will hear you and cut your tongue."

The person called Wanyan Chi stuck out his tongue, looked around, pretending to be scared, and covered his mouth tightly with his hands. Wulu Wulu made an unwilling voice, "I'm just talking, but I don't really rob. Besides, our Wanyan tribe doesn't have so many soldiers."

"Who wants to rob Liaoyang? Let me see which hero is? Why did I go with me?" Just as a few Jurchens were laughing, a loud voice on the opposite side exploded like a thunderbolt, scaring half of the street to hide. The soldiers patrolling in the distance thought that something was going on here and hurried over.

"Brother Chang, long time no see, you are getting richer and richer." The Jurchen man walking in front happily took a few steps and hugged the person on the shoulder.

Changmao was not outdone. He tightly wrapped his arms around the Jurchen man's upper body, and pulled him down hard, saying, "Okay, Guarja, I want to attack us Liaoyang again, saying, how many people have you brought this time, how many of these merchants are your spies."

Guarjia used all his strength to separate his often-prone arms and looked distressed. While tidying up the wrinkles on his clothes, he said, "Look, my newly made wool clothes have been wrinkled. Pay me aside! Otherwise, after the city is broken, I will set fire to your wine cellar. How many people do I have to bring to beat you in Liaoyang? I will take a wise move. I will first use a cart of wine to get you drunk, and then secretly open the city gate."

"Okay, okay, okay, let's see who gets drunk first today. And you bring these two brothers, and it's a huge amount at first. Let's go to my mansion to compete to see who will lie down first."

The soldiers on patrol knew that the black-faced general was Changmao, and had heard of his crazy name. They smiled and turned to another place. They left a bunch of dazed tourists, wondering in their hearts: "Are these two brothers? Why are they so intimate? Well, unlike, one of them is obviously not a Han Chinese, but two are a match and the other is strong"!

Chang Mao took his entourage and several civil officials from Zhenbei Army to walk towards the inn, asking, "Lao Gua, have you not seen the King of Yan? He knows you are coming and welcomes you ten miles away."

"I saw that he was busy, with too many people, and there were heroes from all the troops. Changting was almost crowded into a market. I wanted to be quiet, so I greeted Mr. Zhenyao and went to the city to stroll around first. The soldiers guarding the city almost stopped me outside, thanks to meeting General Li Yao." Guarjia answered while watching the people coming and going on the streets. The Jurchen tribe had few people, and except for war and hunting, I had never seen such a crowded scene. This place has undergone earth-shaking changes compared to Liaoyang four years ago.

"Why did you bring these people this year? Are you not afraid that my brothers and I will bring you down?"

"I brought all the juniors this time. I can speak a few Chinese words and drink more than ten pounds before I let them come. There were more than fifty people in total. I just entered the city. The children were curious about everything they saw, so I asked them to play around. Anyway, they had money in their pockets and would not cause trouble. Besides, your city is safe, and no one will bully them."

Chang Mao glanced at Guarja and smiled, "Brother, you won't let ten thousand warriors lie outside the city like the first time, freezing and hungry, and get half dead!"

Guarjia's face turned red suddenly and he gave Chang Mao a heavy punch: "Old Chang, give me some face in front of my juniors. Why am I also the leader of the Sixteen Jurchen tribes. Your emperor personally named Guiyuan Gong, Your Highness the King of Yan brothers. Don't keep shaking off the little things that were broken back then. Besides, the first time you went to my Jurchen tribe, wasn't it also wearing armor? The two most beautiful beauties in the Jurchen tribe couldn't take off your armor. You are timid, you don't look like you. Brother Chang, I remembered, why did I hear people say you are afraid of your inner self? It's not that your wife stipulated that you are not allowed to take off your clothes outside?"

The civil servants around him who were responsible for welcoming guests made a loud noise, and they didn't care whether the general was worried or not, and they burst into laughter. It turned out that General Chang had such a thing when he went to the Jinshan tribe, so why hadn't anyone ever said it? Now everyone has the beginning, so they won't be ridiculed by General Chang all day in the big tent.

"Go, go, go, Guarja, I will take care of your tribe in vain. If you make fun of me, I will not accept your wool next year, and it depends on who you sell." You often pretend to be angry and embarrassed, showing a face of a prodigal businessman.

"Hiss---, I'm so scared, but I seem to be a major shareholder. Whether the textile farm on the edge of the Liaohe River or not is it necessary to say hello to me, so I can't just ask my family to contribute money and work."! Guarjia is not afraid of having a servant. Changmao's tribe members opened several large wool spinning farms along the Liaohe River. Every spring, the wool comes down, and the Liaohe River just soars. They just spin the high-quality wool materials by the water and sell them to all parts of the Central Plains. In recent years, they have made a lot of money. In the 13th year of Hongwu, Changmao escorted the caravan to the Jurchens to discuss with him in Changmao.

During the verdict, Guarja and the heads of the tribes invested. Everyone has divided a lot in recent years, so they are becoming more and more familiar with each other. This year, the Central Plains merchants came to Liaoyang to open canned factories, leather factories, timber farms, and furniture factories, and they also rely on the Chang family's people to join forces with the Nu Zhi tribes to purchase raw materials. The Han people generally call each tribe in Liaodong as Nu Zhi. If it weren't for the Chang family's people, the new merchants would really not be able to distinguish between the differences in living habits and production methods of tribes such as Jurchens, Hezhe, Daur, Oroqen.

It was so prosperous. Guarja looked around and swallowed secretly several times, "If the Jurchen tribe had not found a better way to make money, I would really have brought people to do it! No wonder Wanyan Chi was moved, and whoever was not moved would not have eyes. However, if there was no 400,000 troops in this place, the warriors in each tribe could not gather so many people, unless the Han people went crazy and started to kill each other again'.

Guarjia gave up his useless thoughts and began to wonder whether he could get more benefits from the King of Yan this time, so that the Jurchen tribes could make more money. Among the tribes in Liaodong, except for the Mongols, there were many Jurchen tribes, and the Jurchen tribes were more accustomed to the way of settlement, so he had the most transactions with the Central Plains in recent years and made the most profits.

Suddenly, among tourists who were shopping on the roadside, Guarjia saw a familiar figure. The figure was so familiar that it could be recognized as burned to ashes. Although this person wrapped his head with white cloth and dressed up as a big food merchant, Guarjia still saw his true identity at a glance. In the decisive battle in Liaodong, if this person had not led his subordinates to work and not work hard, if this person had not known the real strength of the Northern Army, he would not have known that the Jurchens would have said, the Jurchens would not have lost so badly, and there would have been so many orphans and widows. Losing in front of a powerful opponent can be tolerated, but the betrayal of his friends will never be forgiven. What are they doing, they...

Before he could think too much, Guarjia knocked his shoulder away from Chang Feng, protected half of the latter's body behind him, and deshewned his sword in his waist, slashed a flash of lightning in the air, slashing at the "Dashi Merchant" on the roadside.

The handle of the knife was held by Chang Mao, and the guards with quick hands and eyes quickly surrounded Guarjia, Wanyan Chi and others, separating them from the "Dashi Merchant".

"Lao Guan...you..."

Chang Bu covered Guarja's mouth with his big hands and filled the scolding back to his throat. "Brothers, they are also guests invited by His Highness the King of Yan, and their identities cannot be leaked. The King of Yan allowed them to wander around the city." Chang Buguarja's ears and reminded him in a voice that only he could hear. "We are going to end this war, and everyone is tired of fighting. They are the key to solving the problem."

Guarjia closed his mouth and signaled his subordinates to put away their weapons. He stared at Lao Guantong hatefully, stamped his feet, "Bah"! He spitted heavily on the ground, turned around and followed Chang Qian.

"I know you hate them, but don't fight anymore. People will die when fighting, and those who die are the bravest soldiers of each tribe." I often slowly enlighten the leaders of this tribe.

It’s not that Guarjia was resentful. At that moment, he knew that he had lost the opportunity to take revenge forever. If Guantong led the Jinshan tribe to ask for an encampment, he would be named Duke like himself. This was the biggest title given to officials outside the royal family by the Ming Dynasty. The former Liaodong tribes, no matter big or small, have now basically been named Duke, and they will never fight again. If a tribe violates this regulation, what awaits them will be the ending of being flattened by the Zhenbei Army and all tribe warriors.

Lao Guantong has been in Liaoyang for some days. When he saw the letter from King Yan Zhu Di and the hostage sent by Xu Zengshou, he could no longer control his curiosity and handed over the daily affairs of the tribe to his confidants. He left the base in the name of hunting and came to the outside of Liaoyang City. King Yan Zhu Di went out of the city to greet him when he heard the news. Following Zhu Yuanzhang's instructions, he followed the younger generation's principles. Both sides politely argued, on the surface, they made a full family drama. In secret, two foxes, one old and one young, bargained with each other, and no one gave in.

When the basic conditions were almost done, the King of Yan suggested that his new uncle walk around Liaoyang City, and compare which of life here is better, or tribal life, and also see if the Jinshan tribe can accept such a stable life. Lao Guantong was not polite to him, so he took Chen Tianxing and others to walk around the streets and alleys for a few days, fearing that the prosperity of the city was specially sent by the King of Yan to deceive him.

After field investigation, Guantong finally understood that what Chen Tianxing said was not false, and the energy of the Yuan Dynasty was exhausted. Without the need for the Ming Dynasty to mobilize the country, just Liaodong, in time, had the strength to sweep the desert. From the crammed money of the merchants, from the satisfied smiles of the Han people who settled in the local area, and from the solemn military authority of the warlords every day, he saw a completely different world. This world was never seen in the Central Plains before. Whether it was Taiyuan or Dadu, it was not as prosperous as it was in its heyday. It was just a small border town, which was still in the hands of the Goryeo people four years ago, and there was war. The capital, which originally had hundreds of thousands of people, had experienced the governance of the legendary hero Wu'anguo, and I don't know how prosperous it was.

The owner of this land is Narentoya's son, and I was the nephew of Guantong. The blood of my Muhuali family flowed in my blood vessels. In the heaven of immortality, I don't know whether to thank you or curse you. You have descended a great hero who is more wise than Genghis Khan, but he is the prince of the Han people. The first enemy he faces was his mother. Thinking of this, Guantong was in an inn that is even more gorgeous than the palace, and he couldn't sleep all night every night. No one could stand the temptation of prosperity. The Jinshan nobles who came with him had already been mixed with Zhang Zhengxin, the commander of the Yan King's guard brigade.

When they were familiar, the other party promised to acquire all the livestock slaughtered to avoid the cold this fall at a high price. Nearly 100,000 taels of silver were about to roll into the pockets of the tribe and turn into children's clothes and women's jewelry. Without war, it turned out that money could be so easy to make. Without war, the Jinshan tribe could return to Kaiyuan and return to the north of Liaoyang City to live a peaceful life. However, if there is no war, will the Jinshan tribe still exist? Those tribes will not take many years to be even more Han people than Han people, and they will gradually forget their origins and become colder with the sound of the horse's hooves.

Perhaps it was Changshengtian who deliberately arranged it. When Guantong went out to shop and drove away the doubts in his heart, he met Guarjia, the former leader of the Nuzhizhu tribe. The other party recognized him at a glance and drew his sword to him. However, he stayed for a long time before he recognized his old friend. After leaving in Liaodong, the wind and frost of several years had not left any traces on Guarjia's face. As he got old, his temples frost frost, Guarjia became younger and younger, and his whole body was filled with comfort. It can be seen that Guarjia's life has been good over the years, and the scars brought to the Jurchen tribes by the disastrous defeat that year have long been healed by time and silver.

Next, Guantong saw several tribal leaders in the crowd, and they were smiling and satisfied all over their bodies, like Guarja. A lot of silver was taken out from the pockets of various warriors, and exchanged for rouge, medicinal materials, brick tea, and aged wine. The upcoming conferences of various ministries gave them a rare shopping opportunity and a rare opportunity for merchants to sell goods. Both sides forgot their respective ethnic groups in their smiles, just like old neighbors.

"God moves, let's go back tomorrow." In the crowd, in order to prevent the identity from being exposed, Lao Guantong said to Hu and Lu in Chinese.

"If you don't look at their tribal meetings, all tribes have sent the most capable warriors to participate in various competitions, and the winner will receive a plaque written by the Emperor of Ming Dynasty himself." Chen Tianxing (Hu Helu) kindly reminded.

Lao Guantong sighed, looked at the bustling crowd, and said as if he had put down a heavy burden: "If you don't watch it, it will be difficult for the Han people to win the warriors in various divisions. However, this is not a contest between warriors. If we lose, I am convinced. Let's go back and let the children clean up their rooms and prepare to welcome the distinguished guests."
Chapter completed!