"Ah?" The prisoner turned out to be a Han general who had read a few books. He looked filled with righteous indignation, thinking that the East of the Five Palaces must have wanted to starve them to death. He was very excited in his heart.
I have already thought out the lines for Hu, and I was about to shout loudly that Ming Yue will die even if he dies, and he will die even if he makes great plans. Since it is better to wait for death than to fight hard, he would rather die of hunger than die of hunger. But he didn't expect that the Ming army would actually die.
He smiled so kindly, and what did he just say? Not only is there a second meal, but also a side of wild vegetables?
"He, his ancestors are descendants of the Chinese people!" The Han general was overjoyed and shouted loudly: "His ancestors are from the Bohai Sea. They moved to Liaodong during the Liao Dynasty. If we talk about it further away, his ancestors are very far away.
He is a scholar who surpasses the Tang Dynasty!"
"Oh, no, he is the scholar of the Han family!" The Ming army soldier was in awe, and immediately dug out a large handful of fried rice from the grain bag and placed it outside the bowl: "No wonder, brother, I shut up and was so polite, take the fried rice."
!Have a rest early after eating.”
The "fried rice" he refers to is actually the most common military ration in the East. Although it tastes terrible, just a handful is often enough to feed one person. The large handful given by the Ming army soldiers is enough.
The prisoner was barely full after eating, not to mention the small bowl of wild vegetables. The prisoner thanked him profusely and left with the bowl of fried rice and wild vegetables. He had long forgotten what he wanted to shout about just now.
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"I, my ancestor is still a descendant of China!" Another prisoner raised his leg. "I heard my grandfather said that my ancestor was originally a head catcher in the Song Dynasty. Later, the Jin Dynasty destroyed the Song Dynasty. My family
He was kidnapped by Da Jin and brought to Liaodong!"
"He! He is not a descendant of China! His family tree dates back to the Jin Dynasty!"
"I, although I don't have a genealogy, do I know that my surname is Zhang? We have seen Mongolian Semu people, but they have Han surnames like mine."
"Him! Look at his face! His face is definitely Han..."
All of a sudden, the prison camp was buzzing with people. The Ming army in the camp greeted them with a smile. They all welcomed these people and gave them an extra handful of fried rice. In the prison camp, there were already a lot of people.
The tense atmosphere suddenly turned into a joyful one.
"Lao Wu, we just believe them based on their empty words?" In a dark place, Zhu Xi and Zhu Di accompanied Zhu Su, looking at the lively scene of food distribution in the camp. "It's very exciting.
Some people with lustful eyes are obviously telling nonsense, and they clearly have the face of a foreign race. They must be the descendants of Ge Shuhan and other naturalized Hu people in the Tang Dynasty... Then they are telling lies with their eyes open and deliberately deceiving them.
Do you want food to eat?”
"If they cheat hard, let them cheat." Zhu Su gently shook the folding fan in his leg. "You cheat and cheat, and they are not the ones who suffer. Anyway, the grain should not be distributed to them, so they will exchange it.
If you have an excuse, you can get a smaller share..." He looked at some of the prisoners in the camp who had earth-colored faces but never turned away to ask for food, and a sneer appeared on his face.
"Those people...are they unwilling to admit that they are Chinese and Mongolians who are still proud of their origin?" Zhu Di followed Zhu Su's gaze and saw those captives who still maintained their reserve. Most of those captives were physically strong.
He was tall, with rosy skin, and the leader was Hong Boyan Timur, the former Shanhaiguan Yuan general. It was obvious that these people were not senior generals in the Yuan army.
"Humph, you're just pretending. Those people deserve to starve to death. Fifth brother, do you want to take this opportunity to starve those Mongolians for a few days to vent your anger?" Zhu Di asked.
"We only starve them for a few meals, so what's the point?" Zhu Su shook his head. "What's more, we won't starve them for a few days." He had already seen that the leader of the group, the prisoner Hong Boyan Timur,
Looking at the other prisoners who were devouring their food, their eyes were already shining like hungry wolves.
"Does he want to do an experiment to see if he can bury a seed among the Yuan army so as to reap more benefits?"
"More benefits?" Zhu Di was a little confused. He looked at Zhu Su and then at the "Chinese people" who were cheering for dinner. He frowned and thought, but still felt that he was not asking for it.
Could it be that the Han and Yuan people in the prison camps should hate each other and then kill each other? But what good would that do to the Ming army?
Zhu Su did not give any further explanation. Seeing that there did not seem to be any mutinous Keke in the prison camp, the three brothers returned directly to the county town. The prison camp was still noisy, and the prisoners spoke loudly or made up stories about their ancestors' origins in China.
, in a corner, a prisoner named Zhang Yu silently looked at everything in front of him, with a few unknown rays of light flashing in his eyes.
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After a night of silence, most of the prisoners with Han faces in the camp were well fed and fell asleep contentedly. Except for one or two shameless foreigners, although the others were hungry, the atmosphere tomorrow night was also true.
There is no way to cause trouble.
After all, the Han people in the camp (specifically refers to the Han people whose ancestors moved to the north). In the racial hierarchy classified by the Yuan Dynasty, the Han people were higher than the southerners. The southerners in the Yuan Dynasty specifically refer to the people who ruled the east in the Southern Song Dynasty after the demise of the Song Dynasty.
Han people) account for an overwhelming majority. Even if they want to rise up, they will never be able to do it without the support of those Han people.
The next month, a group of people continued to quarry in the rocky mountains south of the county in the wake of the Ming army's push. The Ming army served meals either at noon or at You hour. The Han people were all given fried rice at You hour last night and had a meal.
Full, Ming Yue was able to survive very well, but for those Yuan people who relied on their status and had not received any food last night, Ming Yue seemed to be having a particularly hard time.
After finally surviving until Youshi and returning to camp, a group of people were all hungry. Soon the Ming army came to share the food. The Han people were very happy and still got the fried rice. But the hungry Yuan people still got nothing.
"Hey, me." Finally, Yuanren moved towards the Han people in the prison camp: "He and other generals are not full, but my little soldier is very obedient and gives him fried rice!"
"What general!" The thin Han soldier quickly protected his bowl of fried rice behind his back. "Now that they are all prisoners, what's the difference? Why should he dedicate his food to me?"
"Damn it, they're just Han Chinese..." Is that Yuan general a pure Mongolian? When the Yuan Dynasty ruled China in the past month, the Mongols were an inferior ethnic group, two levels higher than the Han people. How?
Can he tolerate that "Han" who dared to contradict him? He immediately slapped the thin soldier in the face and smashed the fried rice in his bowl all over the floor.
"You humble Han people dare to disobey his intention to wait." The general said coldly. Then he turned around and shouted at the Han people holding fried rice: "Hurry up and pay tribute to the grain in my legs! I'll wait for you."
, Could it be that he has forgotten that he, the Great Yuan Dynasty, is humble in the East!"
"My family members are all in Liaodong. I dare to treat him disrespectfully. If he returns to the east under the command of Prime Minister Zuo, we will not have a good confinement!"