We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

The work efficiency of the two top strategists was naturally not bad. They were both very proficient in domestic affairs and it only took them one day to draw up the outline of the "Foreign Civilian Nobility System".

Li Che read it carefully and found no major problems. He only made some minor changes to the details.

The next day, the pre-war mobilization in the city was in full swing, but the Qihuo Cave below the city was in chaos.

The Korean captives were escorted by the guards, and lined up like zombies to receive stale coarse grain porridge.

Several preachers came down from the ground passage, nodded to the captain of the Chaoyang Army who was in charge of guarding, and then came to a protruding stone platform.

"His Highness has an order!" The loud voice of the preacher was particularly clear in the cave.

The captives looked up numbly, and then knelt down obediently on the ground under the scolding of the Chaoyang Army guards.

There was no kneeling ceremony in Feng State, and ordinary people did not have to kneel when they saw Li Che, except for these foreign slaves.

Slaves are slaves, and they have no human rights. Although Li Che comes from his previous life, he is not a saint with overflowing love, and he has no intention of fighting for the rights of slaves.

"From now on, the 'Nine-Rank Civilian Nobility System for Foreigners' will be implemented in Fengdi. Anyone who is not a citizen of Daqing will be considered a foreigner."

"Foreigners are not allowed to marry freely, move freely, receive protection from the government, or own private property!"

When the captives heard the words of the preacher, they all had no expression on their faces and showed no emotion.

After all, they have been imprisoned in this dim cave, unable to even see the sun, and have long lost their personal freedom.

"Yes, God is merciful, and Your Highness has a benevolent heart, so He has issued the 'Nine-Rank Civilian Nobility System for Foreigners'!"

"All foreigners can obtain corresponding civilian titles through meritorious service such as military achievements, labor, inventions, etc. The more merits they have, the higher the title they receive."

"There are nine levels of civil nobility. All foreigners automatically receive the ninth level of civil nobility."

"The eighth-rank common noble receives an extra bowl of millet and a pot of water every day. On festivals, they receive three ounces of meat and a pot of wine."

"Seventh-level civilian nobles can own their own independent residence and apply to join the iron smelting workshop, agricultural tool workshop, mine and other basic positions."

"Sixth-level civilian nobles can choose their own place of residence within a specific area and receive a certain amount of cloth and salt as a living allowance every month."

"Fifth-level civilian nobility obtains limited travel permits, allowing them to move freely within a specific range. They also have access to medical clinics and enjoy equal medical care."

"A fourth-level civilian nobility receives a certain amount of copper coins each month and can become a low-level manager, supervising the work of other foreigners in workshops, farmlands, and other places."

"Third-level civilian nobility can marry and have children under government supervision, live with their families, own a certain amount of private property, and be protected by the government."

"A second-level civilian nobility gains the right to reside in the outer city of Chaoyang City. They can choose their own career and apply for permission to change careers from the government, no longer having to be confined to basic positions."

"First-class nobles will be reduced to commoners, becoming members of the Feng Kingdom and enjoying the same rights and interests as the Qing people!"

The preacher spoke for a long time and looked down.

The slaves all looked confused and didn't seem to understand the situation.

Also stationed in Qihuo Cave is the Barbarian Army Camp.

At this moment, every Mohe person, including De'erbu, had a pale face.

Although their Barbarian Battalion could not be integrated into the Fengtian Army before, they at least enjoyed the same treatment as other soldiers.

But now, with this policy, all these barbarian soldiers have become ninth-level civilian nobles, and are treated the same as Korean captives?

The lecturer seemed to have noticed the commotion in the barbarian camp and spoke slowly:

"Your Highness has said that the Barbarian Battalion has fought bravely and loyally many times, and he is granting all of them a second-class civilian nobility, and those with military merits a first-class civilian nobility!"

After saying this, all the barbarian soldiers breathed a sigh of relief and looked happy.

In the previous battle with the Goryeo army, the Barbarian Battalion bravely rushed forward and almost everyone had military merit.

According to the propagandist, except for the newly recruited barbarian soldiers, everyone else has a first-class civilian nobility, and is no different from ordinary Fengguo citizens!

Seeing the Mohe people all so proud and overjoyed, the Goryeo captives were so angry that they almost gritted their teeth.

Damn, how did these Mohe people get their military exploits? They were all killed by us Koreans!

The captives could not accept that the enemy took the heads of their own people and became citizens of the country.

However, the lecturer spoke again, "In recent months, those Korean captives who have performed well have been awarded the first rank of nobility."

"The following is the list of names to be conferred: Lee Min-go, Park Seok-jun, Bian Boxian..."

The Goryeo captives pricked up their ears, hoping to hear their names.

However, the vast majority of people are destined to be disappointed.

Most of the Goryeo captives on this list were those who behaved relatively actively after being captured and were relatively obedient to the guards' management.

There were only a few hundred people, and it ended after a while.

The Goryeo captives whose names were not called out suddenly felt a sense of loss.

Although simply being promoted to a civilian rank would not change their status as captives, at least they could receive more corn every day, drink clean water, and eat meat during festivals.

The Korean captives now eat rotten food and drink underground sewage.

There is no harm without comparison. When everyone eats rotten food and drinks dirty water, it doesn’t matter.

But when people around you suddenly start eating clean food, you will naturally feel that it is unfair and start to crave for equal treatment.

The lecturer smiled slightly and spoke again, "His Highness has ordered that we must recruit 10,000 civilians to accompany the army on our expedition to Khitan."

"This mission was not originally yours, but His Highness has been merciful and has given you an opportunity to ascend to the rank of commoner."

"All the civilians accompanying the army on this expedition will be granted a first-class nobility. If they perform meritorious service, they will be granted further nobility based on the merits!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the Koreans' eyes widened.

"Those who want to join, please go to your respective guards to sign up." The lecturer left the last words and walked away without looking back.

Only a group of Korean captives were left, holding the stale dry food in their hands and looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Are you... planning to go?" A prisoner suddenly asked the person next to him in a low voice.

"Going for what? Going to die?" the man said indignantly, "The Daqing people captured us and want me to work for them!"

"That's right! I'd rather starve to death, die in a hole, or drown in the sewage than be a commoner!"

The two looked at each other and nodded vigorously, seeing firmness and determination in each other's eyes.

We must let these Qing people see the backbone of us Koreans!

At this moment, a guard called out lazily:

"The eighth-rank common noble has come to get corn and water."

Both of them looked over at the same time.

The Korean who had just been granted the title trotted over and happily took a bowl of fragrant corn and a pot of water from the guard.

The two men swallowed and cursed in unison: "Traitor!"

The guard yelled again, "Registration starts after lunch. Registration ends at noon. No one will be accepted after you've signed up!"

"Humph." One of them sneered, "Who would go... Hey? Xiba should be stuffed in, what are you going to do!"

The companion who had just shared the same hatred with him now stuffed the stale dry food into his arms, rushed to the guard at lightning speed, and said with a flattering smile: "Sir, sir, I sign up!"

"Didn't you say you'd come back after dinner? Wait a moment!"

"Hey, hey, hey, okay, I'll wait, I'll wait." The man turned around and glared at several slaves who had also come to register, "Don't cut in line, I'm the first one here!"

companion:???

Damn it, traitor, damn it!!!