Chapter 55 Efficient ways to solve problems

To be honest, Zhu Zhanhe doesn't like the smell of blood, and he is actually the most annoyed by the smell of blood.

But now, he was sitting aside, supervising the Ming army soldiers to treat the corpses with lime to embalm them, and then mix them with soil and stack them up, slowly forming a high platform.

What is Jingguan? The high platform next to Zhu Zhanhe is Jingguan.

It is said in "Erya" that the highest point is the capital, the view is the platform, and the view of the capital is the high platform made of flesh and blood.

"The Chronicles of the Countries of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty" says: Pan Dang invited the corpses of Jin Dynasty to be built as a capital temple to show his martial arts for all generations.

To put it bluntly, Jingguan is a way to show military merit, but it is relatively less accepted by people.

The Han people have not built a Beijing temple for a long time. In Han culture, the practice of building a Beijing temple began in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, but it also ended in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

Since then, the Han people have never built a capital, but the foreign barbarians have always built a capital.

But now, the Han people began to build Beijing temples again, which made Chahan Daruhua tremble with fear.

It wasn't the sight in front of him that scared him, nor was it the vicious looks from the Ming army around him that scared him.

What he fears is the future.

Chahan Daruhua knew very well that once this hole was opened, it meant that the Ming army had abandoned the rules it had always adhered to before, and the enemy forces that faced the Ming army in the future would no longer have the same preferential treatment as before.

The era when surrendering could save one's life is gone forever. They no longer have the opportunity to stroke the tiger's beard several times, because if they dare to touch it again in the future, then only death awaits them.

"Dad, what's going on?" Zhu Zhanhe walked up to Zhu Gaoxu, raised his head and asked.

"Judging from their clothes, these three people don't look like ordinary soldiers. Instead, they look like nobles. But Alutai has been placed under the Beijing Palace, so where are the nobles from?"

Zhu Zhanhe's words made Chahan Daruhua and the others feel their scalps numb and they kept swallowing their saliva.

Arutai is dead.

This should have made them happy, because if Arutai died, then their affair with the Tatars and funding the Arutai Ministry would become unproven.

If Zhu Di asked, they could probably say that they were here to deliver supplies to the Ming army. Anyway, there was no evidence of death. What could Zhu Di say?

But not anymore.

Jingguan in front of him told Chahan Daruhua that the current Ming Dynasty is no longer the sleepy tiger that can be fooled casually. As long as you dare to be disrespectful in the slightest, the current Ming Dynasty will directly pounce on you and tear you apart.

What evidence? No need! If I want! You will die!

"They are the clan leaders of the three guards of Wuliangha." How could Zhu Gaoxu not know that his son was acting? He immediately smiled and cooperated.

"Your grandpa asked me to bring them over to add some details to this Beijing view."

The father and son decided the life and death of three people, and three clan leaders in a gentle conversation, which made the three Chahan Daruhua people feel incredible.

They didn't even believe that Zhu Di would do this.

In their view, the three guards of Wuliangha are no better than the Tatars. The Tatars are enemies no matter what. Even if the practice of building Jingguan is very despised, no matter what they do in the war, no one will say it too harshly.

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Just like this time of building the Jingguan, Benshi will definitely be criticized by others after he returns to the court, especially those literati, but that's it, he won't say too much, and he won't say anything too unpleasant.

But the three guards of Wuliangha are different. They are allies, at least on the surface.

He would kill his allies so hastily. If he really did this, let alone what the literati would say, the Ming Dynasty was not willing to see the resistance of the three guards of Wuliangha.

By then, the two remaining forces in the grassland will be tightly twisted into one rope, because they know that once the Ming Dynasty wins, the same ending as the Tatar tribe is waiting for them.

They were betting that Ming would not dare to do this because they thought Ming could not bear the consequences.

Even Chahan Daruhua didn't think that he was gambling, because he thought that Ming could not bear the consequences of doing so.

However, things often don't go as planned.

Zhu Zhanhe didn't say anything after hearing his father's explanation. He waved directly. A Ming soldier behind him stood up and pulled Nan Buhua, who was closest to him, behind him.

Then, the hand rises and the knife falls.

The leader of a clan, one of the people who once stood at the top of the prairie pyramid, died like this.

The blood gurgled out, and the blood, which was slightly thicker than water, dripped to the ground. It didn't have the crispness of a clear spring, but just a dull feeling that made people feel cold all over.

"You...you..." Chahandaluhua's eyes widened, and bloodshot eyes popped out in the whites, giving people the feeling that their eyeballs were about to fall off.

"How dare you!?"

Before Chahan Daruhua finished speaking, Haisanan Daxi began to struggle fiercely, trying to break away from Liu Cai who was restraining him.

"Hey! That's interesting!" Zhu Zhanhe watched with interest as Haisa Nan, who was still doing useless work, replied with disdain.

"You three guards of Wuliangha had an affair with the Arutai tribe and secretly supported the enemy. According to the laws of the Ming Dynasty, you should be executed and implicated in the nine tribes. Why don't we dare?"

"I...we..." Chahan Daruhua swallowed hard and spoke with some difficulty.

"We, the three guards of Wuliangha, are the heroes! Back then, we sent 3,000 cavalry to help the Ming Dynasty to quell the national calamity! We are the heroes of the Ming Dynasty! You can't do this to us!"

"Hero? Don't be ridiculous!" Zhu Zhanhe looked at Chahandalu Flower, then turned to look at his father.

The father and son both showed tacit smiles at the same time.

"You were right to help the Ming Dynasty to suppress the country's calamity, but you will be rewarded for your merits. You exchanged your merits for the richest pastures on the grassland. Your livestock and war horses are sold at the highest price every year. The reward from the Ming Dynasty was also yours.

The most guard."

"But there is one thing. The emperor breaks the law and the common people are equally guilty. You, the three guards of Wuliangha, cross the border every year to graze cattle and even go to Daning City and rob the border residents."

"Gong is merit, fault is fault. If you have merit, we will reward you. Now if you have fault, we will naturally punish you according to the law."

"Any questions?"

After saying that, Zhu Zhanhe waved his hand, and the Ming army behind him immediately took action, bringing Chahan Daruhua and Haisanan Daxi to the back.

"No! You can't do this!"

As death approached, Haisanan Daxi couldn't bear it anymore and kept struggling and screaming.

"Kill us. The soldiers of the Three Guards of Wuliangha will not sit idly by and watch! Your Ming Dynasty cannot bear the consequences!"

"Well, I don't need you to worry about this." Zhu Zhanhe yawned lazily.

"I have always felt that solving problems when they arise is a very inefficient approach."

"In my opinion, when there is a problem, you don't necessarily have to solve it. It's better to just deal with the person who caused the problem."

As soon as Zhu Zhanhe said this, not only Chahan Daruhua and Hai Sanan laughed at him, but even Zhu Gaoxu was stunned.

Solving the people who created the problem? Wouldn’t that be…
Chapter completed!