Daming: At the start of the showdown, Lao Zhu was stunned

Chapter 346 Nobility and Lowliness

"Ah?" The prisoner turned out to be a Han general who had read a few books.He was still filled with righteous indignation, thinking that His Royal Highness must be trying to starve them to death.I have even thought out the lines to raise my arms and shouted, and I was about to shout loudly that I will die today, and I will die if I do a big plan. Since waiting for death is better than fighting hard, I would rather be a hungry ghost than a hungry ghost.But I didn't expect that Ming Jun to smile so kindly, and what did he just say?Not only is there a second meal to eat, but also a wild vegetable?
"I, my ancestors are descendants of Huaxia!" The Han general was overjoyed, and hurriedly said loudly: "My ancestors were from Bohai, and they moved to Liaodong during the Liao Dynasty. Mile!"

"Hey, I'm still a scholar of the Han family!" The soldier of the Ming army was in awe, and immediately dug out a large handful of fried rice from the grain bag and put it in the bowl: "No wonder you speak eloquently, bro, take the fried rice! Eat it! Rest early."

The "fried rice" he mentioned is actually the most common military ration nowadays.Although the taste is unpalatable, just a handful is often enough to satisfy one's hunger.The large handful given by the soldiers of the Ming army was enough to make the prisoner feel full, not to mention the small bowl of wild vegetables.The prisoner was very grateful, and left with the bowl of fried rice and wild vegetables, forgetting that he wanted to raise his arms and shout.

"My, my ancestors are also Chinese descendants!" Another prisoner raised his hand high. "I heard from my grandfather that my ancestors were originally headhunters in the Great Song Dynasty. Later, the Great Jin destroyed the Song State, and my family was taken to Liaodong by the Great Jin!"

"Me! I am also a descendant of Huaxia! My family tree has been written all the way to the Jin Dynasty!"

"I, although I don't have any genealogy, but I know my surname is Zhang. You have seen Mongolian Semu people, can you have a Chinese surname like mine?"

"Me! Look at my face! My face is Han Chinese..."

All of a sudden, there was a lot of voices in the prison camp, and the Ming soldiers in the camp greeted them with a smile, and they would not refuse any of these people, and they all gave them a handful of fried rice.In the prisoner camp, the atmosphere that was still somewhat tense suddenly became joyous.

"Fifth, just because of their empty teeth, do we believe that?" In a dark place, Zhu Xi and Zhu Di accompanied Zhu Su, watching from a distance the bustling scene of food distribution in the camp. "There are also some sex-eyed people who are obviously talking nonsense. They obviously have a face of a foreign race. They must be the descendants of the naturalized barbarians such as Ge Shuhan in the Tang Dynasty... This is not talking nonsense with open eyes and deliberately deceiving us. Is there any food for you?"

"Let them cheat if they like to cheat." Zhu Su lightly shook the folding fan in his hand. "Cheating and cheating, we are not the ones who suffer. Anyway, the food is supposed to be distributed to them. We just changed the excuse so that we can get less distribution..." He looked at some of the battalion with ashen-colored faces, But the captives who came to fetch food never looked down, and a sneer appeared on their faces.

"Those people... are Mongolians who are unwilling to admit that they are Chinese and still proud of their origin?" Zhu Di followed Zhu Su's gaze and saw the part of the captives who still maintained their own restraint.Most of these captives were strong and fair-skinned, and the leader was Hong Boyan Timur, the former Yuan general of Shanhaiguan. Obviously, these people used to be high-ranking generals in the Yuan army.

"Hmph, pretending, these people deserve to starve to death. Fifth brother, do you want to take this opportunity to starve these Mongolians for a few days, and vent your anger?" Zhu Di asked.

"It's just starving them for a few meals, so what's the pain?" Zhu Su shook his head. "What's more, they won't be hungry for a few days." He has already seen that the leader of the group, Hong Boyan Timur, looked at the other prisoners who were wolfing down, and his eyes were like hungry wolves. .

"I just want to do an experiment to see if I can plant a seed in the Yuan army so that I can reap more benefits."

"More benefits?" Zhu Di was a little at a loss. He looked at Zhu Su, and then at the "Huaxia people" who were cheering and having dinner, frowning and thinking, but he still couldn't figure it out.

Could it be that the Han people and Yuan people in the prison camps wanted to hate each other and then kill each other?But what good does this do for their Ming army?
Zhu Su didn't give any further explanations, and the three brothers saw that there was no possibility of mutiny in the prisoner camp, so they turned directly back to the county seat.The prisoner camp was still buzzing with people, and the prisoners were loudly telling or fabricating the origins of their ancestors in China. In a corner, a prisoner named Zhang Yu silently watched all this, and a few unidentified flashes of light flashed in his eyes. shine.

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There was nothing to say all night, and most of the prisoners with Han faces in the camp had enough food and food, and fell asleep contentedly.Except for one or two thick-skinned aliens, although the others were hungry, there was no way to make trouble in the atmosphere tonight.

After all, the Han people in the camp (specifically refer to the Han people who moved to the north after their ancestors, in the racial hierarchy divided by the Yuan Dynasty, the Han people are higher than the Southern people. The Southern people referred to in the Yuan Dynasty specifically refer to the Han people under the Southern Song Dynasty after the fall of the Song Dynasty Han people) accounted for an absolute majority, even if they wanted to rise up, without the support of these Han people, they would never be able to accomplish anything.

The next day, under the encouragement of the Ming army, the group continued to go to the rocky mountain south of the county to quarry.The time for the Ming army to provide meals was one meal at noon and one meal at You hour.Those Han people were allotted fried rice last night, and they ate their fill, and they can still live today, but those group of Yuan people who did not get food last night, who are self-confident in their status, seem to be extremely hard today.

After finally surviving until Youshi and returning to the camp, a group of people were hungry.Soon the Ming army came to distribute the grain again, and those Han people were overjoyed, and they still got the fried rice.But those hungry Yuan people still got nothing.

"Hey, you." Finally, a man from Yuan made a move towards the Han people in the prisoner camp: "I am waiting for the generals to have enough food, you little soldier still obediently serve the fried rice!"

"What general!" The thin Han soldier hurriedly protected his bowl of fried rice behind his back. "Now we are all captives, what's the difference? Why should I dedicate my food to you?"

"Damn, mere Han people..." This Yuan general was a pure-bred Mongol. When the Great Yuan ruled China in the past, the Mongols, as an upper-class ethnic group, were two grades higher than these Han people.How can I tolerate this "Han man" daring to speak against me?Immediately, he slapped the thin soldier on the face, smashing the fried rice in his bowl all over the floor.

"The lowly Han people dare to disobey our intentions." The general said coldly.Immediately afterwards, he turned around and shouted to the Han people who were holding fried rice all around: "Hurry up and pay tribute to the grain in your hands! Wait, did you forget the dignity of my Dayuan!"

"Your family and relatives are all in Liaodong. If you dare to disrespect me, when I return to Prime Minister Zuo's command, how can you have a good life!"

(End of this chapter)