Records of the Lost Cases of Helaitang in the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 207 Trouble arises
In early autumn, Jinglu defended.

The north wind blew away all the grass, there was very little precipitation this year, and the weather got cold very early.

You probably already know that we are not Han people. Our ancestors were descendants of the late Yuan Dynasty. The Han people call us Tuda.

My uncle keeps the seal of the Yuan Dynasty Commander-in-Chief's Mansion passed down from his ancestors. It is said that we are Miao descendants of the Yuan Dynasty. When we entered the new dynasty, our ancestors had to change their Han surname to Feng.

At first, there were guests on the grassland.

It was the first day of the Lunar New Year, and there was a market in Tunpu. My sister and I went to the market early in the morning. I loved the embroidery of the Han family, and I also loved the embroidery of the Han family. In comparison, our ethnic group is so shabby and ignorant, girl. The children are always the eldest and second ya, no better than the cattle and sheep in the family.

I consider myself both a native and a Ming Dynasty person. I write Chinese characters and wear Chinese clothes. I named myself Xianglan in Chinese and named my sister Xianglan. The vanilla beauty, orchid ripples, represents the integrity of a gentleman.

My sister and I got what we wanted and bought silk threads at the market. The lady running the stall even let us take a look at the small Su embroidery pieces that are very popular in the south.

When we got home, Aunt Li, who helped us with the chores, said that a banquet was being held in my uncle's tent, and my father, Feng Si, was going there to attend the banquet tonight.

My uncle is a member of the Qianhu household in the guard house. He is hosting a banquet in the big tent for the officials sent by the imperial court?

No, they are guests from the northern grasslands, Aunt Li said.

Northern grassland? I was confused and decided to go to my uncle's place to have a look. My mother died young and I was usually in charge of the house. I could be the master of my own affairs.

Hongzhu is the daughter of a soldier under my uncle's tent. She is my little friend. She quietly told me that my uncle was canonized as the King of Recruiting Talents by the Tatar Grand Master.

It's incredible. Our family has had a hereditary guard for thousands of families for many years. When did my uncle have a secret relationship with the Tatars?

I looked into the tent with worry. The Tatar envoy sitting in the guest's seat in the big tent was a middle-aged man with a thick mustache and eagle eyes. He had two braids on each side of his hair hanging down by his ears. He was not well dressed at all. Not gorgeous, but looking very arrogant.

Various singing, dancing and vaudeville performances were arranged during the banquet, but the messenger seemed a little careless, only occasionally glancing with his eyes to show his superiority.

I heard that after Beiyuan retreated to Mobei, the people in power were no longer the descendants of the Golden Family, but the former slaves of the Golden Family. In this way, our clan is not even remotely related to them. The Tatar country is small and weak, and it is said that it cannot support itself in food. What can they reward us Tuda people?
Hongzhu seemed to notice my surprise and led me to the stables. The gift brought by the Tatar envoy was two horses.

I almost raised my head and laughed out loud. The two horses were raised by our camp for the guards. There were horses all over the grassland. My uncle took the risk to accept the false canonization of the Tatar Grand Master and only received two horses as a reward. Why not ask for some gold and silver treasures? The clan can sell them in exchange for needlework and thread and cloth to make a living.

I was so confused that I waited for my father to come out. My father always told me that he was a member of the Ming Dynasty, and he was directing people in front of the Jinglu Guards. He was not a big boss on our grassland. He must have his own ideas. .

Unexpectedly, my father was drunk that day, and my uncle decided to leave him to rest in the tent. I couldn't convince my uncle, so I could only prepare to pick him up early the next morning.

I was still very young at the time and didn't know much about the pros and cons. My father being left behind in the big tent was the first step for us to fall into a situation that would never be recovered.

I tossed and turned all night, and early the next morning I went to my uncle's tent to pick up my father.

This time, I was not allowed to approach the big tent. I was anxious and angry, and I couldn't leave alone. I was so anxious that I felt helpless.

I don't know which government official came to our grassland in the morning. They said they were looking for theft, but in fact they probably came to ask for some benefits. Over the years, my uncle has been accepting refugees without household registration to herd their cattle. The government officials would not know it and turned a blind eye.

My uncle politely invited the officials to enter the tent, but suddenly beheaded them at noon. I suspected that this was all instigated by the Tatar envoys. I waited and waited, but what I saw was that my uncle had put up a flag to recruit a good king, and turned against it.

My uncle was born to be a leader. He rode his horse and mobilized everywhere. Wherever his horse's hooves went, he would preach, "Our homeland is vast and rich, and rivers like honey flow on the grassland." After listening to his words, the natives They are all fascinated.

All he had to do was raise his arms and call out, "Brothers, let's go back to the desert." There were native men who would fight to the death and follow him. In just a few days, more than ten thousand natives gathered together.

They are all crazy.

When I saw my father again, my uncle had already occupied the Jinglu garrison. The evidence was clear. Officers and soldiers gathered in the county and sent Jinglu guard Sun Shen to put an end to the Tuda Feng San Feng Si rebellion.

My father is Feng Si. It is impossible for him to have a clear relationship with his uncle Feng San. He and I have always been friends, but now he is being coerced into becoming a rebel.