Emperor Ming Dynasty

In the 19th year of Shaowu, on February [-], the dragon raised its head.

The warm wind is blowing, the willows are swaying, everything begins to recover, and it is time for a new year.

The snow outside Beijing has completely melted, and the slightly dry land is slightly wet, looking for a good harvest for the coming year.

It was spring plowing time, and as an emperor, Zhu Yixi also had to put on a show, whip the mud cows, and pray for a good harvest.

The corresponding civil and military officials stood aside and watched the excitement.

Afterwards, in order to make it more real, the emperor took the initiative to pick up the hoe and carry out weeding activities.

A few adult princes stood behind, either digging the ground with hoes or pulling weeds, it was very lively.

After cultivating half of the land, the emperor looked back and couldn't help feeling angry.

Good guy, some hoeed the wheat directly, and some almost dug their own feet, all kinds of strange things.

Seven or eight people fought in a melee, and they were almost on the verge of fighting.

Among the princes, Qin Wang and Qi Wang have not returned, so the crown prince Zhu Cunqu takes the lead.

Marriage camp: Prince Zhu Cunqu, the fourth son of the emperor Zhu Cunhuan, king of Liao, and the fifth son of the emperor Zhu Cunwei, king of Yue.

Fifteen or sixteen years old, who just left school and started studying politics:

The sixth son of the emperor Zhu Cuntang, the king of Wei, the seventh son of the emperor Zhu Cunmei, the king of Fu, the eighth son of the emperor Zhu Cunbai, the king of Zhao, and the ninth son of the emperor Zhu Cunfeng, the king of Xiang.

There are a total of seven princes, according to their status, their distance from the emperor is near and far, orderly in chaos.

"Grandpa! Drink some water!"

Seeing the emperor looking tired, Liu Afu who was on the side immediately offered him a cup of warm tea.

"Ok!"

Zhu Yixi just went down the donkey, but continued without pretending.

Although there is only half of the land, farming is indeed tiring.

From the bed to the soil, when the two are added together, the area he has cultivated is indeed not small, and he is relatively diligent.

The sharp eyes of the princes caught a glimpse of the emperor taking a rest, and immediately prepared to sit down.

But how could the emperor let them go: "Fourth brother, you are the one who steals, rapes and plays tricks. You used to be able to stay up late watching the theater, but now you can't plow the land."

"Give me a good cultivated land and show it to your brothers."

"Yes!" King Liao answered weakly with a bitter face.

Of course, the emperor did not treat the civil and military ministers who were basking in the sun equally.

Because he regards this farming as a joint activity between father and son, and cultivates the relationship between father and son and brother.

Look at King Liao, he was so moved that he almost cried.

Furthermore, a group of old men in their 60s and [-]s can't carry it on their shoulders or lift it with their hands. If one accidentally catches a cold, they can go to see the king of Hades directly.

"Old Eighth, Old Ninth, come here."

Drinking three cups of tea in a row was enough to quench my thirst.

Zhu Yixi sat under the shade of the tree, watching his sons working hard, feeling quite comfortable for a while.

Immediately, he seemed to think of something and called out the two youngest sons.

Hearing the call, the eighth son Zhu Cunbai, king of Zhao, and the ninth son Zhu Cunfeng, king of Xiang, were stunned for a moment, and then came in a hurry.

"Father—"

"In the new year, it will be seventeen!"

"Yes."

"Marriage must be done." The emperor glanced at the two and said softly.

To be honest, with so many sons, I really can't see it.

What he takes seriously is none other than King Qin, King Qi, the Crown Prince, and King Liao.

The kings of Zhao and the kings of Xiang did not study in the school, but the gentlemen made comments.

Zhao Wang has a mediocre personality, good knowledge, and the appearance of a man.

The king of Xiang enjoys martial arts, his knowledge is so-so, and his attitude is above average.

The martial arts here are basically horseback riding and archery. Ten hits and six arrows are considered to be at the upper-middle level.

As long as they are above the average level, even if they are wandering around, Zhu Yixi wants these sons to go to the feudal clan.

If force is not enough, he will send generals to help.

He is not good at civil affairs, as long as he is not lonely and arrogant, and does not listen to others' persuasion, he will also send civil servants to help.

King Zhao and King Xiang are both grown-ups, and it is time to send fiefdoms to prepare them to become feudal vassals.

The old Wuyue King was in Hokkaido, and the old Liuwei King was in Cambodia.

Old Qifu King, he is going to be placed in the Chechen Ministry, build a city for him, enclose [-] to [-] herdsmen, and then a small feudal state can be established.

And where can Lao Ba and Lao Jiu be?

Zhu Yixi looked thoughtful.

The two princes just stood in front of the emperor, their mouths were thirsty, but they dared not speak, for fear of disturbing the emperor's thinking.

"Siam can't do it. A country with millions of people doesn't have the influence of Han culture like Annan, so it needs to be conquered in a down-to-earth manner."

"What's harder is governance."

"Besides, the distance is too far. Waiting for King Wei to take Cambodia can help, but it's not suitable now..."

Indochina is the most suitable place.

But Myanmar is occupied by Sun Kewang, Siam is too difficult, Laos is all virgin forests, and it is dangerous to go there.

Therefore, we can only focus on the Nanyang Islands.

Zhu Yixi remembered that when the mission passed through Borneo, it reported to the Kingdom of Brunei.

With a population of over one million, the area is half the size of Borneo, and there are tens of thousands of Han people living there, who can help manage it.

It is indeed a good place.

Although it is said that there are primitive deep forests in the middle, there are also many coastal plains, at least two or three vassal states can be housed.

Unfortunately, the map is not there.

Zhu Yixi sighed, and looked at the old Jiuxiang King: "I heard that you hit six out of ten arrows?"

"My son is ashamed." King Xiang said, but a proud smile appeared on his face: "It's not as good as those masters."

"You are still young, and your strength is still rising. After three to five years, you will be no less than those masters."

The emperor praised him, and immediately said: "You are getting old, and you will get married this summer. I will choose a feudal kingdom for you in advance."

"My son thanked my father." King Xiang hurriedly knelt down, with a smile on his face from his heart.

Which general doesn't want to go south and north?

Seeing this, the emperor glanced at his strong body: "Borneo, the Kingdom of Brunei, is yours."

"Brunei?" King Xiang was taken aback, he had never heard of this country at all.

"It's right next to your second brother. Then you can ask for help and help each other."

"The Kingdom of Brunei is a kingdom that has existed for hundreds of years. It was called the Kingdom of Burin in the Ming Dynasty."

"Yes!" King Xiang agreed.

Since the second brother can survive, he can live there.

At this time, the emperor looked at Zhao Wang who was on the sidelines.

This son is not good at fighting, but rather moderate, so he can only choose a peaceful place.

After a toss in his mind, the emperor said: "Old Ba."

"The son is here." Zhao Wang hurriedly responded.

"Your Zhao country, I thought about it and wanted to find a safe place."

"The Kokand area is a basin, close to Anxi, with 30 to [-] people. In order to fight against the Bukhara Khanate, Li Dingguo took this place and used it as a forward position."

"This is your vassal state!"

Zhao Wang was overjoyed.

Although the land is small, if you can’t stand it, you can pick up ready-made ones. You don’t need to work hard to conquer the world, or open up and farm. Don’t be too comfortable.

But there was a look of embarrassment on his face: "The Haokand area is originally the fourth brother's place, if the minister occupies it, I'm afraid it will be bad!"

"I was supposed to separate out there."

The emperor waved his hand: "You don't know the Bukhara Khanate. Its land is as big as two Hebei provinces. The Kokand region is too far away from it. The people are different. I will build a country for you."

"Yes!"

Hearing the emperor's explanation, Zhao Wang was relieved.

This way, he would feel no guilt.

"The place is a little smaller, and there's not much room for expansion, but it's also suitable. With Anxi as your back, at least it's safe."

Zhu Yixi said casually.

Zhao Wang and Xiang Wang stood there with agitated hearts, thinking a lot.

Who is not excited to become the lord of a country in a blink of an eye?
"Go and plow the fields."

Unexpectedly, the emperor didn't spare them at this time, and directly drove them away: "The time is up, so don't try to be lazy."

The second king returned to the wheat field with a sad face.

At this time, the princes smiled: "This is the real sharing weal and woe! No one can run away."

"What?" King Liao was the smartest, and he moved over: "What did the father tell you?"

"It's about sealing the country!" King Xiang said without hesitation.

A few kings showed their original expressions, but their faces were full of curiosity.

But no one continued to ask, because they knew that King Liao would ask for them.

Even the prince's pace slowed down a bit.

King Liao glanced at the crowd, seeing that no one continued to ask, he could only ask again: "Where is it?"

"Is it a good place?"

The King of Xiang said softly: "My feudal kingdom is near my second brother's Qi Kingdom. I heard it is called Brunei, also known as Boni Kingdom. There are nearly a million people. I need to fight there!"

"Where's the eighth brother?"

King Liao turned his head and looked at the restrained King Zhao.

"It's in the Kokand area." Zhao Wang said embarrassedly: "When Duke Jin attacked the Bukhara Khanate, the springboard he took in advance was a basin with only 30 to [-] people."

As he said that, he carefully peeked at King Liao's face, for fear that he would be dissatisfied.

After all, this is to draw a boundary in his Liao Kingdom.

King Liao said 'oh', but he was not annoyed, but suddenly said: "That place is for you."

"Alright, although it's not big, it's stable, it's not suitable for grazing, it's suitable for arable land!"

"Fourth brother, are you not upset?" King Zhao asked.

"What's your annoyance?" King Liao said casually, "I'm afraid you don't know how big the Liao Kingdom is. According to my brother-in-law, it's as big as Suiyuan and Chahar, and the land is covered with grasslands."

"From Bukhara, the capital of that country, to Kokand, it's about a thousand miles away."

"Two or three million Tartars, if you can divide up some of them, it will save me a lot of trouble."

"The fourth one has a good bearing."

At this time, the prince, who was immersed in farming, looked back and showed a gratified smile: "In a foreign country, brothers and sisters should help each other, and don't care about the odds and ends."

"In the past, the Mongolian Khanate was divided into five Khanates in just two generations. When the Yuan Dynasty was destroyed, there were not many people to help."

"The vassal states are adjacent to each other, and it is necessary to watch and help each other."

"What Brother Prince said is true!" King Liao and King Zhao immediately bowed down.

The king of Liao thought to himself, the princess is pregnant, and the smile on the prince's face can't be stopped no matter what.

After working for nearly an hour, Zhu Yixi came over and took a look. The half-acre wheat field looked like a dog gnawing on it.

He was speechless.

Looking at his sons who were watching their noses, noses, noses, and hearts, he didn't scold him, but just said: "Go back to eat!"

"Continue to work in the afternoon."

In an instant, the smiles on the faces of the princes froze.

……

Anxi Province, Qingsang City.

This is the northernmost part of Anxi. The Irtysh River flows from Siberia and forms a huge lake on land.

Its name is Qingsang Lake.

This was originally one of the four Oirat Mongolian tribes, the wintering place of Durbert's tribe.

After the establishment of Anxi Province, in addition to the establishment of cities in Urumqi, large and small cities were established in places with rich water and grass in western Mongolia to manage those tribes.

Due to the area of ​​Qingsang Lake, which is no less than that of Taihu Lake, there are hundreds of miles of reed marshes, rich in fish and grass, and it is extremely suitable for living.

Therefore, Anxi Province established the Green Mulberry City here, and cultivated land near the lake.

In order to take care of the environment in the south, south and north of An'an, one province and two governments were implemented.

Northern Xinjiang, the old place of Oirat Mongolia, migrated farmers from China, built cities of various sizes, and developed farming.

With the city as the center, the herdsmen tribes with a radius of hundreds of miles are all under its jurisdiction.

In southern Xinjiang, the oasis is the center, and officials and garrisons are equal.

In the vast northern border, with its huge territory and numerous tribes, it is naturally difficult to control these tribes for a long time due to its temporary prestige.

Therefore, these cities are often commercial centers.

In Qingsang City, green salt, iron, silk cloth, tea, iron pots, etc. from Gansu are all sold in the city.

Those tribes can ignore other things, but salt and tea are inseparable.

Naturally, they had to succumb to Qingsang City.

At this time, in the eyes of the soldiers guarding the city, suddenly there was a group of cavalry in the distance, no less than a thousand people, galloping forward.

Dust was all over the floor, blurring its face.

The passers-by on the road panicked and quickly hid on both sides. The merchants and passers-by at the city gate ran into the city in a hurry, for fear of being one step too late.

Unexpectedly, the city gate was not only closed, but opened.

A group of more than a hundred cavalry filed out and lined up at the gate of the city to greet them.

After a while, the group of talents revealed their true faces.

Wearing cotton armor and a red triangular scarf around his neck, this is a typical military robe of the Ming Dynasty.

"Xiaguan Qingsang City guards Xia Henian, and pays homage to Shangguan."

"Get up!"

The person who came took off his armor and revealed a tired face, but his original mighty appearance was still impressive.

Beard, round eyes, thick lips.

He is Zhang Ronghu, Wubei Dao of Anbeijiang.

Compared with the mainland, Anxi governs two provinces and has two chief envoys.

Southern Xinjiang is basically an oasis, big and small like pearls falling on the ground. As long as you control those large oases, it will be difficult to gather resistance.

But northern Xinjiang is different, the grassland is endless, and there seem to be more tribes than stars in the sky.

Therefore, the main direction of the governor is in northern Xinjiang:
Reclaim wasteland and build cities, and supervise tribes.

The huge northern border was divided into six parts, and each part sent a military envoy with two or three thousand cavalry to conduct daily inspections and control the tribe.

It is located above the prefect, which is equivalent to a Taoist priest.

"Green Mulberry City is pretty good."

Zhang Ronghu looked at Qingsang City, which was nearly ten miles in circumference, and couldn't help but praise it.

"Only because of Qingsang Lake, the small town has gained a firm foothold." Xia He smiled young and welcomed him into the city.

"The grass carp here is really unique, you can try it."