Late Ming Dynasty: Oops, I am surrounded by the Donglin Party

"If the Marshal doesn't mind, I will have someone send her here when I get back, so that she can serve the Marshal in the future."

I don’t know if Omubu had drunk some wine or what, but he became very excited when talking about his little daughter.

"Yes, Marshal, my sister is very pretty!" Omubu's second son Guru also instigated in a flattering manner.

This so-called Mongolian tradition was of course fabricated by Ombu. The father and son discussed this issue on their way to Xuanfu.

That is how to enhance the connection between their tribe and the Grand Marshal. After all, if they submit to the court, the fate of the tribe will depend on Zhang Shikang's decision.

As the leader of the tribe, it is Omubu's responsibility to continue the tribal bloodline. As long as it can make the tribe prosperous, he would be willing to sacrifice not only a daughter but also a son.

The father and son hit it off immediately and felt that they were not at a loss anyway.

"Qiqige also knows the language of the Ming Dynasty. She likes to read the language of the Ming Dynasty very much. As long as the Marshal..."

"Stop, stop. How can we have a family if the Northern Barbarians are not destroyed?" Zhang Shikang quickly stopped the two people's enthusiastic sales promotion.

What the hell? I treat you as my confidant, and you treat me as your son-in-law?

Zhang Shikang looked very dignified when he said this, which made Lu Xiangsheng particularly admire him. He thought that Zhang Shikang was worthy of being a loyal minister chosen by His Majesty.

However, Zhang Shikang was thinking, forget it, looking at the way you and your son look, Omubu's daughter is probably also big and strong with hair all over her body.

Who can bear this?

After the sales failed, Omubu and his son became much more obedient. After a meal and a drink, Omubu quickly prepared to return to Huacheng with a team of personal guards.

As the leader of the tribe, he has a lot to do. The quota of 10,000 war horses is not low, and he also needs to plan the transfer of the old and weak in the tribe.

Zhang Shikang stayed in Xuanfu City for another day and told Lu Xiangsheng about his plans for the Governor's Office.

On the sixth day of April, Zhang Shikang finally ended his border patrol and began his return journey with 10,000 guards.

The journey lasted more than two months. When we set out, the entire northern Ming Dynasty was still ravaged by cold winds, and the area outside the Great Wall was covered in snow.

Now that it is April and the temperature has risen, the area inside the pass is covered with green grass, but there are not many trees.

A few years ago, there was a famine in the northern part of the Ming Dynasty, which caused many trees to be damaged.

Although Yulin City is famous for its elm trees, Zhang Shikang did not see many of them.

In fact, he has always understood in his heart that a person can live without a face, but a tree cannot live without its bark.

When he saw many people wielding hoes to till the land, a smile gradually appeared on his face.

After more than two years of hard work, it finally paid off.

There was almost no snow in the capital last winter, and the land in the north was still dry, but none of the people looked sad.

Perhaps in their eyes, drought is only temporary, but the fields are forever. With the fields, they have everything.

Two days later, Zhang Shikang saw more people wielding pickaxes and digging hard. They were the militiamen recruited by the Ministry of Works.

Zhang Shikang was a little tired from the march, so he ordered his men to rest for a while, while he rushed to the construction site with a team of personal guards.

When he arrived at the construction site, the group of militiamen had already started to rest. Several elderly men came over carrying food, and a group of people happily went to get the food.

When Zhang Shikang walked over, the group of militiamen were somewhat afraid, thinking that someone had committed a crime and was going to be arrested.

Fortunately, the official in charge of supervision from the Ministry of Works was there. When he saw Zhang Shikang, he was so scared that he quickly saluted.

The impact of Zhang Shikang's mass killing of court officials last year has not yet dissipated, so much so that some newly promoted officials are unconsciously afraid when they see Zhang Shikang.

But when the people heard that the person coming was the current Marshal of the Army, Guanjun Hou Zhang Shikang, they were extremely excited.

They didn't even eat, but kowtowed to Zhang Shikang and expressed their gratitude.

It was the season of scarcity, and the north had suffered from successive disasters. Although the court had allocated land, only one crop was planted last year, and the yield was reduced due to drought. Every family was still struggling to make ends meet.

Now the imperial court is recruiting strong men to dig canals. The people are not stupid. They know that digging canals is to avoid suffering from drought in the future, so they are happy to respond to the call.

But what they didn't expect was that this time the imperial court not only provided food for the militiamen they recruited, but also gave them money!

Although eight cents of silver a month is not a lot, it is already a lot for the lower-class people. If they use it, it can at least improve the poor situation at home.

Moreover, the imperial court never paid money for conscripting labor, and the people were not even given enough food to eat. But this year, the court's actions really shocked the people, and after the shock came joy.

Therefore, after learning the news, the people in each village were extremely enthusiastic. However, the imperial court had quite a lot of requirements for recruiting strong men this time.

For example, if there is only one able-bodied laborer in the family, he or she is not allowed to participate in the conscription, and each household is allowed to have no more than one person participate.

In order to participate in this call-up, many people almost got into a fight.

These days, everyone is very active in selling their labor to make life better for their family.

During the process of digging the canal, the people also discovered that although the food was not delicious or plentiful, the portions distributed were enough to support the high-intensity physical labor.

This has never happened before in the corvee labor process in previous years.

So while the militiamen who were digging the canal were working hard, they were also very curious about why the court had suddenly become so good.

They couldn't guess, so they took advantage of the supervisor's good mood to ask. At first, the supervisor refused to tell them, but later, he got tired of being asked and blurted out that it was all the Marshal's idea.

So this group of people all remembered that name - Marshal of the Army and Marquis of Champion Zhang Shikang.

They got their land because of this man, they got rid of their shackles because of this man, and now participating in the conscription can not only feed themselves but also improve the situation of their families because of this man.

No matter how ignorant the people are, they know how to be grateful, and their way of expressing gratitude is very simple, which is to kowtow.

If it was too formal, they wouldn't say anything, they would just keep kowtowing.

"Please stand up, fellow villagers, and let's talk." Zhang Shikang raised his hands and said to the people around him with a smile.

"If you don't get up, I'm leaving!"

Seeing that no one listened, Zhang Shikang had to put on a stern face and pretend to leave. The people then panicked and quickly got up.

They either squatted or sat in the fields, just looking at Zhang Shikang and smiling, as if they were looking at a treasure.

Zhang Shikang was in a good mood, so he asked:

"Which river is this section of the canal going to?"

"In reply to my benefactor, we are digging towards Chaohe River. Once the water is connected, I will grow crops to honor my benefactor!" said a skinny man in his thirties.

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