Chapter 422 Pathetic (exhausted, finally.)
The Oirats are here again?
Fang Xing asked Zhu Zhanji, who had just met those envoys: "What are they here to do?"
Zhu Zhanji said excitedly: "Brother Dehua, the three kings of Ola sent envoys together this time, not only brought compensation from the last negotiation, but also the Ming soldiers and civilians who had been looted over the years."
Due to the long journey, Albugu sent a fast horse back to report the letter last time, but it was still delayed until now to deliver it.
"It's already very soon."
Zhu Zhanji smiled and said, "There are many small tribes on the grassland that were swept away by the Oirats. It is said that they have also gone further to loot and robbed many cattle and horse populations."
This was expected by Fang Xing. The grassland had never had friendship, but only killing and plundering.
"When they become stronger again, Daming is still the fat sheep in their eyes."
Fang Xing warned: "Therefore, the Ming Dynasty should take various measures to make the Oirat and the Tatars balance the power, otherwise as long as one side is annexed, the Ming Dynasty will face another great enemy."
Zhu Zhanji nodded: "Brother Dehua, I went to the Ministry of War today, but Shangshu Jin was a little uncomfortable, so I just said a few words."
"What did Lord Jin say?"
Jin Zhong was humble and polite, and never competed for merit and was upright. Zhu Di attached great importance to him.
When Zhu Gaochi was almost deposed, Jin Zhong cried and persuaded Zhu Di, and finally saved the decision.
So when we mention this Shangshu, we were solemn and respectful.
Zhu Zhanji said: "Mr. Jin said that the Ola was severely injured by our Ming Dynasty last year. Within five years, I am afraid that they will be under the Tatars, so the Ministry of War is thinking about how to balance the strength of both sides."
"It's a bit harsh."
Fang Xing didn't know the result of the second northern expedition, but he was confident that due to the interference of himself and Jubaoshan Qianhu House, the Oirat people must have suffered a lot more losses.
However, Fang Xing didn't think the Ola people would be in a slump, so he asked: "What is the attitude of the court towards the Ola people?"
This is not about asking the people in the court, but about Zhu Di’s opinion.
Zhu Zhanji looked at the calligraphy and painting on the wall, and said in a daze, "Grandpa the Emperor is a little dissatisfied with Vala, but this time the envoy of Vala not only paid off the compensation, but also gave him fifty good horses to the Emperor."
Under Fang Xing's gaze, Zhu Zhanji said helplessly: "Grandpa Emperor warned the Oirat envoy and finally comforted him a few more words."
What does this Lao Zhu mean? Fang Xing was a little confused.
Are you slapping and giving sweet dates? Or are you highly alert to the Oirats.
However, after the Lantern Festival, Fang Xing remembered the captured soldiers and civilians, and pulled Zhu Zhanji away.
“Where were they placed?”
"Just outside Jubao Gate, the tent has been set up..."
"Why not send them home?"
"Well……"
Outside Jubao Gate, when Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji arrived, they saw a large area of tents.
On the right is the Broom Lane and on the left, there are more than 300 people standing blankly at this time.
And just under a row of big trees by the river, a woman with a beautiful woman who was vaguely seen in her face, holding a child and crying. A man stood opposite her, with a blank look.
Dozens of tents were densely built around, and three men in Mongolian costumes pointed here and laughed not far away.
Even though more than 300 people were wearing new clothes, their dull eyes and empty and thin bodies under the clothes all told the suffering they had suffered.
Zhu Zhanji was also depressed after seeing this scene and whispered: "Brother Dehua, there are more than ten people missing their limbs, and they are in the tent at this moment."
Fang Xing asked in confusion: "They should be all from the North, why don't they be sent home?"
At this time, several officials from the Ministry of Rites next to him came over to salute Zhu Zhanji with a smile. After hearing Fang Xing’s question, one of the minor officials of the Ministry of Rites named Hu Wei smiled and said, “Xing and Bo don’t know anything, so let them come to Jinling. First, because His Majesty wants to comfort him in person, and second, the Ministry of War and the Governor’s Office of the Five Army want to ask about the facts of the Oalites.”
At this moment, more than a dozen women came out of the tent. They all looked at the boy who was hugging tightly, and tears washed away the withered face.
Seeing Fang Xing watching this scene, Hu Wei said, "The woman under the tree was captured by the Oirats two years ago and was humiliated in all kinds of ways. However, this woman is strong and pregnant three times. She beat her lower abdomen with a wooden stick and never gave birth to evil seeds."
"This time her husband and her children welcomed her in the north, and I don't know what will happen in the future!"
What can it be? Although it is not the era of cannibalism at present, these women know the fate of them without asking about them.
Zhu Zhanji said in a deep voice: "Brother Dehua, don't worry, I have arranged it. These women will be arranged in my village, so that no one can know their origin."
Fang Xing nodded and said, "If you can think of these, I will..."
"Husband, His Highness the Grand Prince is kind and has arranged a job for the unclean women. From now on, you can raise your children. I will devote myself to repaying you for the next life."
The man went around to hold the boy's hand. It was probably because of his mother and son's nature. The boy couldn't help crying when he was strange at the beginning to when he was about to part.
"Mom...Mom, go home with me, mom..."
A gentle smile appeared on the woman's face and said softly: "Little Pig went back with her father, her mother worked here, and she would soon return home..."
The sound was so gentle, very much like the mother shook the fan to coax the child to sleep on a summer night, making Fang Xing's heart feel like he was hit hard by a sledgehammer, and his mother was remembered in his mind.
The man couldn't bear it, but he forced the child to leave the woman.
The woman bowed to the man. After the man took the child away, when Fang Xing thought she would cry, the woman suddenly turned around and crashed towards the big tree behind her.
"Lao Qi..."
Fang Xing shouted and rushed over. Xin Laoqi's degree was faster, but when he rushed to the woman, he could only look at the bloody woman on his forehead, and was at a loss.
"Save her! Save her!"
Fang Xing ran over and turned the woman over, reached out to ask Xin Laoqi for first aid kit, and the hemostatic powder was desperately applied to the woman's forehead.
"You come alive! You come alive!"
Fang Xing's hands were stained with blood, but the woman just widened her eyes, and her fingers turned north and bounced from time to time.
Zhu Zhanji walked over quietly, reached under the woman's nostril and tried it, and then said to Fang Xing, who was mad and was spreading medicine powder, "Brother Dehua, she has... gone..."
"Has she gone?"
Fang Xing shook his head, and Zhu Zhanji was shocked, and Fang Xing was already in tears.
"She shouldn't have gone..."
Fang Xing slowly stood up and glanced at the men and women who were sent home.
The more than ten women were sobbing after seeing this tragic scene. One of the women slowly stepped out, his eyes full of anger: "This sir."
Fang Xing was still staring at the woman blankly, and Zhu Zhanji said in a deep voice: "You say, I'll listen."
The woman said blessedly: "Yan Niang didn't want to die, she also wanted to earn money for her son to marry a wife, but... but she had it in her belly again."
That must be a sinister person!
Everyone around sighed.
The woman choked and said, "When Yan was in Oirat, she could no longer support her. She just wanted to see her son again, so she cheered up again, but... Unexpectedly, when she was on the road, those beasts brought her..."
"Who did it? Where?" 8
Chapter completed!