People in Hongwu, from heavenly master to emperor master

Chapter 444: Confusing people’s hearts, are you really a Mongolian?
As one of the few Jin Yiwei who witnessed the fate between Zhang Yi and Zhu Yuanzhang.

No one understands Zhang Yi's position in the emperor's mind better than Ling Shuo. If Zhang Yi can say a few nice words to him, even if the little Taoist priest expresses kindness to him.

Ling said that he was sure that Zhu Yuanzhang would treat him well.

Once this thought arises, it cannot be suppressed.

"My lord, what are you thinking?"

"Recently, the little Taoist priest and His Highness have been very close...

Damn it, all the good work has been taken away by that young boy Mao Xiang..."

Ling said that when he thought of Zhang Yi, he realized one thing. When the Jinyiwei was established, they naturally changed from the inspection school to the more powerful Jinyiwei, indulging in the pleasure of taking life and death.

Little did they know that Mao Xiang, the youngest person, got his start by relying on a business they looked down upon.

The business called navy is exactly the part that connects Zhang Yi.

Strictly speaking, if he had chosen to take over the intelligence business left by Gao Jianxian, he might have become Mao Xiang today.

One misstep and eternal regret!

Ling said he decided not to miss it this time...

If you want to get close to Zhang Yi, you have to be organized.

Ling Shuo also understood the emperor's views on Zhang Yi.

He approached Zhang Yi rashly, and if Zhu Yuanzhang blamed him, his life might be in danger, let alone Wu Shamao.

"Speaking of which, what are the Zhang family masters and His Highness King Qin planning recently?"

Ling said sadly that as one of the commanders of the Jinyi Guards, he seemed to be isolated from the most core secrets.

……

It was rare for Zhang Yi to return to Qingxin Guan. What he saw when he entered the door was the Guanyin slave holding a book in his hand and reading.

He had good eyesight and could tell at a glance that it was a medical book.

This book was written by Zhang Yi to the girl of the Xu family. It is based on the Barefoot Doctor's Manual as the original prescription book.

After Guanyin Nu learned about this book, he began to study it as if he had found a treasure.

If she wanted to save her brother at the critical moment, it would be too late if she started studying medicine from scratch!

All she could do now was try to remember the diseases that could kill people suddenly.

Zhang Yi knew what she was thinking, and since she made up her mind, she didn't mention getting the knife back.

My whole body feels much better.

When Zhang Yi first met Guanyin Nu, although she was as irritable as a female leopard, her whole person was still lifeless.

It's just that she is more energetic now than when Zhang Yi first met her.

Moreover, it becomes more and more beautiful.

Guanyinnu was reading a book, but he didn't expect Zhang Yi to come back. He instinctively felt guilty and hid the book behind him.

Zhang Yi ignored her little gestures and asked casually:

"Where are Meng Yao and the others?"

"Go and supervise things in the fields! Mrs. Meng said that she is going to visit the Duke of Wei today..."

In the past three years, Zhang Yi has basically been the owner of Qingxinguan's only farm property and ignored it.

Aunt Li of the Meng family naturally took over the matter.

Zhang Yi nodded when he heard this, turned around and went to Yaoyuanzi.

In the medicine garden, this year's seedlings have been planted long ago...

Zhang Yi casually took Li's record book and began to look through the breeding records.

Perhaps because of God's blessing, the Meng family and their daughter did find some good varieties during the past three years of trial and error.

Zhang Yi marked the key varieties based on the plant characteristics they recorded.

"The Ming Dynasty already has medicinal rice. If you continue to research, can you still develop better rice seeds?"

I don't know when Guanyin Nu appeared behind Zhang Yi?
Zhang Yiben was sitting casually in the yard. Guanyin Nu stood behind him. In order to see the words in his notebook clearly, she lowered her head.

Zhang Yi turned around after hearing this, but felt the pressure from Guanyin Nu.

Forehead!
Mature girls are indeed full of oppression.

As if aware of Zhang Yi's gaze, Guanyin Nu's face felt a little hot. She quickly stood up and covered her chest with her hands.

"There are probably not many rice seeds that can surpass Yaowang rice in terms of yield, or it may be difficult to cultivate them in the short term..."

Zhang Yi changed the topic back to the beginning and answered her questions seriously, which also relieved Guanyin Nu's embarrassment to a certain extent.

"Then why do you work so hard?"

"Because quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes, even if there are no results for a while, as long as we continue to work in this direction, sooner or later there will be rice seeds with higher yields than Yaowang rice..."

Zhang Yi replied to Guanyin Nu that others cannot see the end of this road.

But he saw an old man working hard to feed the Chinese people in the rice fields.

This road is never an easy one, not even in the Hereafter.

But if Zhang Yi had taken this path 500 years in advance, if that old man was born in the future, he might have been able to work 500 years less...

Of course, this is just a wild thought in his spare time.

Even if it is not possible to develop qualitatively changing rice for the time being, there is still hope for developing varieties like Kangxi Imperial Rice.

“The research direction of varieties is not necessarily just for yield, but also for disease resistance, cold tolerance, etc.!
Planting different varieties in areas that cannot be grown traditionally to increase the world's food production is what it means! "

Zhang Yi casually told Guanyin Nu his plan. What seemed like an ordinary thought to him was actually beautiful to the other person's ears.

There is still a certain gap between the future that Zhang Yi sees and the boundaries imagined by the ancients.

When he mentioned that he first planted rice in the saline-alkali land by the sea, Guanyin Nu thought it was a fantasy.

"It's always good to have ideals...

People must first be able to dream, and then they can realize their dreams step by step! "

Zhang Yi walked to a small experimental field, pointed at these rice seeds and said

"These varieties may bring me surprises. You will know when the harvest comes in autumn?"

"Maybe by then, I won't be here!"

A thought flashed through Guanyin Nu's mind, but she didn't say it out loud.

"It would be great if we, the people of Mobei, could also have enough food and clothing!"

"Have you been to Mobei?" Zhang Yi turned around and asked.

"no!"

Guanyinnu shook his head.

Although she is Mongolian, she has never been to Mobei.

Before the vigorous peasant uprising broke out, her uncle Chahan Timur was just an ordinary landowner in the former dynasty.

A hundred years is enough time to change many things.

The Mongolian nobles were not very influenced by the Confucian cultural circle, but the Mongolians at the bottom were actually not much different from the Han people.

Zhang Yi said:
"You've never been there, how can you be empathetic?"

Zhang Yi's words almost made Guanyin Nu angry.

"I am a Mongolian, even if I sympathize with the people of Mobei, what's wrong with me?"

"Your fault is that you didn't understand your identity... Your brother is also a virtuous man, he is just a self-righteous licker..."

However, he did not mean to be sarcastic. In his opinion, Chinese Mongolians such as Guanyinnu and Wang Baobao are basically no different from Han people except for a few traditions.

Apart from anything else, if Guanyin Nu was not poisoned by the ethical ideology, no matter how much she despised Zhu Ping, she would not have chosen to resist when Zhu Ping tortured her.

A normal Mongolian woman would be like this, and she would have smashed Zhu Xi's head into eight pieces.

What's more, in 80, it was not just the northern and southern Han people who were separated. The Mongols of the Yuan Dynasty and the Mongolians of Northern Sai were also separated.

When Emperor Yuan Shun returned, many people were dissatisfied.Even though Wang Baobao had outstanding military achievements, there were still a lot of people who believed that he had an evil background.

In Zhang Yi's view, Wang Baobao is also a licker, and his deep-rooted behavior pattern is actually that of the Han people.

As far as the style of marching and fighting is concerned, Chang Yuchun is more like a Mongolian than Wang Baobao.

"You are not allowed to scold my brother..."

Wang Baobao, Guanyin Nu's inverse scale, heard Zhang Yi's comments, and she was like a little she-cat with hairy fur, and she was ready to pounce on Zhang Yi.

If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't beat it...

She might have pounced.

Zhang Yi chuckled:
"Actually, ask yourself, if you were asked to go to Mobei and live a life of chasing water and grass, and your husband went to fight outside, and you had to marry his brother after he died, would you be willing?"

Upon hearing this, Guanyin Nu's eyes immediately dodge.

Just thinking of this image in her mind made her feel sick.

Zhang Yi added:

"If your husband has more than one wife, you. If he dies and his son inherits the family business, you will be his inherited property and his wife. Do you accept it?"

"do not talk……"

Guanyin Nu's head was as big as a bucket while waiting, but Zhang Yi laughed:

"Are you sure you are really a Mongolian?"

Guanyinnu was a little confused, and soon she realized that she was being involved, and replied:

"I'm not a Mongolian, who am I?"

"But you don't seem to agree with the culture of your nation, do you?

In fact, to put it bluntly, ethnic groups are not necessarily divided by blood. The Five Husbands disrupted China and the north was ravaged for many years!

Over the past thousands of years, how many people have migrated and circulated...

In terms of blood, there are not many Mongolians and Han people who are truly pure-blooded.

What culture you identify with is the key!

You are a female, if you had followed your brother back to Mongolia, do you think you would have been able to adapt to the customs of Mobei?
In other words, can your brother adapt? "

After Zhang Yi finished speaking, he packed up his things and put the notebook back to its original place.

He passed Guanyin Nu, leaving her alone to think.

Guanyinnu originally wanted Zhu Biao to escape, but Zhang Yi's words disturbed her heart.

For the first time, she was confused. Going to Mobei, would she be able to adapt to the life of her own people?
As Zhang Yi said, the education she received was that women should follow the same rules to the end.

If she really encountered the situation Zhang Yi mentioned, could she go against her own worldview and compromise with reality?
"No, I at least want to save my brother!"

Personal confusion is ultimately no match for the call of family affection.

Wang Baobao was her relative like a father and a brother. After knowing that he would die, at least she could not wait for the news of his brother's death in the Central Plains.

If you want to save people, you have to go back.

Not only did he have to go back, he also wanted to stay with his brother.

To save people, you must master the ability to save people, or bring a famous doctor back.

Guanyinnu's eyes followed Zhang Yi.

If she had been angry with Zhang Yi before, she would probably have ignored him.

But now, whether he wanted to or not, he had to catch Zhang Yi and use the little time he had left to learn as much as possible from him.

She gritted her teeth and followed Zhang Yi's pace.

"Then do you think I can still have a foothold in the Central Plains?"

"Why is there no place to stand? The emperor doesn't care about you Mongolians, right?"

Zhang Yi was well aware of Guanyin Nu's little thoughts.

He made himself a cup of tea and drank it himself.

When Zhu Yuanzhang went on the Northern Expedition, his motive was indeed to expel the Tartars and restore China.

But after truly ruling the world, he would not be able to treat foreigners as heretics.

"The culture of the Han people is an inclusive culture and does not divide people into three, six or nine classes!

This is the self-confidence that my ancestors have gradually developed over thousands of years. It is great to be tolerant...

Li Siqi defected to the Ming Dynasty. Did the emperor mistreat him?
That day when you followed me to the Taoist temple, were there any people with colored eyes among my tenants? "

Guanyin Nu opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything to refute.

In her heart, she actually identifies more with Han culture.

Although the emperor of the Ming Dynasty was cruel (she thought), he was really good to the people.

Even if they were of a different race, Zhu Yuanzhang had some restrictions except for marriage.

At other times, foreign races are generally given sufficient status.

Compared to the previous dynasty, this is pretty good.

"Actually, to put it bluntly, it is because our civilization is advanced, and agricultural civilization is more suitable for development than nomadic civilization...

The bitter cold in Mobei is not suitable for farming, so there are many customs that go against the concepts of the Han people as a last resort!

It is said that it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality!

Little sister, although your body may be of a deceitful nature, your thoughts may not be the same! "

This guy kept identifying himself one by one, making the Guanyin slave very irritable.

Not wanting to dwell on this issue, she asked:

"Ignoring this matter, I just want to ask you, can Yaowang Rice be grown in Mobei?"

"cannot!"

Zhang Yi didn't even think about it and just shook his head in denial.

Rice can be grown in Mobei, and there are many places in Mobei.

Some are still within the 400 mm rainfall zone.

But the situation in the Ming Dynasty was slightly different from that of later generations.

The miracles that future generations can create are the result of advanced industrialization and the blessing of various technologies.

The most important reason is that the Ming Dynasty was in the Little Ice Age.

In the north, it may be colder than imagined!
"However, the American species obtained by the imperial court may be planted on the grassland..."

Zhang Yi vaguely remembered that potatoes and corn were grown quite well in Inner Mongolia...

This adaptable plant has indeed changed the world's food pattern to some extent.

Guanyin slave remembered it carefully, Zhang Yi smiled secretly.

She didn't know what she was thinking, she just didn't want to see through it.

Being able to plant and being able to promote are two different things.

The Mongolians, who have been accustomed to living in pursuit of water and grass, couldn't learn what they had ruled the Central Plains for more than 80 years. How could they change because of an innocent little girl?

Zhang Yi didn't expose it, he just left her with some fantasy.

Potatoes, sweet potatoes, corn...

There is also something in Zhang Yi’s Little Medicine Garden...

Zhang Yi could already imagine Guanyin slave digging potatoes before leaving.

He laughed to himself, and Guanyin Nu was confused:

"why are you laughing?"

(End of this chapter)