Ming Dynasty: Domination of the World from the Imperial Examination

Chapter 154: Growing Stronger! (First Update)
Xia Zhibai's tone was very flat.

However, when it reached the ears of Dalu and the others, it was like a thunderclap. Dalu and the others looked at each other, their eyes full of disbelief and shock.

a long time.

Dalu and others finally came to their senses.

They stared at Xia Zhibai in a daze, and suddenly grabbed her thigh hard.

pain.

Only then did they realize that they had heard correctly, and that the "high official" in front of them really wanted to use them.

The eyes of Dalu and the others instantly turned red.

Dalu looked at Xia Zhibai with excitement and trepidation, carefully asking for confirmation: "Sir, is what you just said true? Do you really want to use us? Use us, the Mongols who can't even read and write? The Semites?"

"Am I dreaming."

Dalu felt like his legs were floating.

A little unsteady.

Hei Wa's eyes flashed with contempt, and he said with some emotion: "When has Brother Xia ever lied? If he says he wants to use you, then he wants to use you. I really don't know where you got the blessing to be valued by Brother Xia."

Xia Zhibai glared at Heiwa.

Xia Zhibai smiled and said, "You heard me right. I do want to use you."

"It's not you, exactly."

"Instead, we will boldly use people from minority groups."

"The northern border is vast. In addition to the Han people, there are also many Mongols, Semites, Jurchens, etc. who remain in the north. There are ambitious people and talented people among you. It is indeed not right to leave these people behind."

"I went north this time just to try it out."

"If you can prove your abilities, you may be able to be reused in the future."

"But you also need to be clear."

"The responsibility you bear on your shoulders right now is not just for you, but for your entire ethnic group."

"If you don't do well, it will easily lead to a distorted perception of your entire group by the outside world, and then completely block the path for others to pursue literature."

Dalu, Sila and others nodded quickly.

They said excitedly: "Don't worry, sir. We will do our best to serve you and will never let you down."

Xia Zhibai's face was calm, and he continued, "Don't be happy too soon."

"Ultimately, success or failure depends on performance."

"but."

"Since you are the people of the Ming Dynasty, you should change your exotic clothes."

"First, you should distinguish yourself from the tribes on the grasslands to some extent, so as to reduce the resentment of many people in the Central Plains towards you. Secondly, if you continue to show your difference after entering China, how can people not be suspicious of you? How can people dare to trust you?"

Dalu and others were stunned.

They lowered their heads to look at their own clothes, then looked at Xia Zhibai and Heiwa's, and there was indeed a big difference.

Dalu pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you, sir. I don't want to wear this outfit anymore. I used to be a slave to the Mongols. Now that I am a citizen of the Ming Dynasty, it's time to change my clothes."

"I'll change it in a minute."

Xia Zhibai chuckled and said, "There's no need to rush."

"Your living conditions are very difficult at present, and a piece of clothing is also a very valuable property."

"I'm just giving you some advice."

"After a while, I will send some cloth over, and have someone tailor a set of clothes for you. That will be your 'wages' for working for me. However, I am short of money now, and I am afraid I can't afford too much wages. I can only barely make ends meet."

"When the ironworks is back on track, we will pay the corresponding 'wages'."

Dalu and others nodded repeatedly.

Xia Zhibai added: "During this period of time, you just stay at home. Someone will come to see you. You just need to write down what they say and then summarize it and give it to Heiwa."

Xia Zhibai pointed at Heiwa who was standing beside him.

Xia Zhibai said: "You can rest assured, as long as you work hard, I will not treat you unfairly. After this matter is over, if you perform well, I will continue to use you. Literacy is actually very rare in today's world."

"Okay, thank you, sir." Dalu nodded repeatedly, and finally knelt down and kowtowed to Xia Zhibai.

Xia Zhibai quickly helped Dalu and the others up and said, "I don't like people kneeling here and there. A real man should stand tall and upright in the world. What's the point of kneeling here and there? I didn't do anything to you. I just can't afford to pay the others' wages."

“Everyone is cooperating.”

However, Xia Zhibai's explanation was pale.

Dalu and the others couldn't listen at all. They looked very excited, some even had tears in their eyes.

There is a feeling of being suddenly appreciated, and even an impulse of "a gentleman will die for his confidant". They have been ignored and looked down upon for too long, and even they themselves do not think they are worthy of being appreciated or worthy of being noticed by others.

They are a minority group and are often targeted and excluded in their lives.

He was also illiterate and was looked down upon by the Han people. He was also ridiculed by the minority groups for his poor martial arts skills.

Life has been depressing and difficult.

They thought their lives were just going to pass by in a daze, but Xia Zhibai's sudden appearance seemed to bring them a ray of light, making their persistence and hard work for so long suddenly become meaningful. This unspeakable emotion made several grown men burst into tears.

Xia Zhibai was filled with sighs.

Xia Zhibai patted Dalu on the shoulder and comforted him briefly.

He left them a few dozen copper coins and left.

If he continued to stay here, it would only make Dalu and the others more excited. However, before Xia Zhibai walked far, he heard Dalu and the others saying "Thank you, sir" one after another, accompanied by bursts of kowtows.

When they approached a corner, Xia Zhibai said with emotion: "Heiwa, you see it, right?"

“They are also a group of miserable people.”

"The hatred over the past few decades has caused these minority tribes with exotic faces to suffer various oppressions in this land. But even so, they still choose to stay in the Ming Dynasty. The reason is very simple. If they flee to the Northern Yuan Dynasty, their living conditions will be worse than in the Ming Dynasty."

“Suffering people will continue to suffer wherever they go.”

"Nothing will change because of skin color, race, or tribe."

Hei Wa looked confused. He turned around and looked at the low house. He said, "Weren't they high-class people in the past? Why did they become like this?"

Xia Zhibai said: "The high-ranking people in Mongolia are only the powerful and wealthy. As for the majority of the lower-class Mongols and Semites, in the eyes of these people, they are not human beings at all, they are just slaves."

"Slaves have no human rights."

“Being alive is a gift.”

"Although they suffered all kinds of cold stares and oppression in the Ming Dynasty, at least their names will appear in the Yellow Book."

"They're people."

"Among the soldiers of the various garrisons in the northern border, many are Semites and Mongols. When they fight, some are more fearless and brave than the Han people. They hate the Mongols more than many people, because the harm and destruction they have suffered from the Mongols is far more than people imagine."

"But the imperial court has been deliberately suppressing it."

"Because they are not of my race, their hearts must be different, and those who are different must be killed."

"I will use Dalu and others, but I will use 'Ming people' instead of the so-called Semites, Mongols, and Jurchens. If they can't take off their clothes and change their foreign habits, then these people can be abandoned after a period of time."

"Foreigners without cultural identity are foreigners!"

Xia Zhibai had no intention of raising a tiger to cause trouble.

He also understood one thing very well.

If Dalu and others can really make a name for themselves under his leadership, it will be of great benefit to the stability of the entire northern border. It may even encourage many Semites and Mongols to join him and work for him. However, he does not dare to take it lightly. From ancient times to the present, too many dynasties have made mistakes in this regard.

People who have no cultural identity and no identity recognition can be very dangerous.

Because they only care about profit.

He didn't want to work so hard for so long only to end up with another "An Lushan Rebellion" in the north. What he wanted was to use some means and tricks to accelerate the national integration of the Semites and Mongols in the north and completely make them a part of the Chinese ethnic group.

But Xia Zhibai was not too worried.

Because the lower-class Mongols and Semites suffered miserable fates all over the world.

Once they are given room for advancement, they will be extremely grateful and cherish it. The success of these people will bring unprecedented appeal and inspiration, which will greatly drive the improvement of the entire northern border and lure the people of the Northern Yuan Dynasty to flee south.

Continue to bleed the Northern Yuan Dynasty.

Xia Zhibai withdrew his gaze. The affairs of minority tribes such as Dalu were not very important at the moment.

Moreover, once Dalu and others return, the loyalty they bring is actually far greater than that of many people. What needs to be done later is just to "de-Hu" them, and for this part, Xia Zhibai still believes in the strength of the Chinese ethnic group.

Xia Zhibai looked at Heiwa and asked, "How are you doing over there?"

"I've been in Peking for a while. It's time to stretch my legs a bit. Otherwise, I'm afraid people will look down on me."

Heiwa grinned, revealing his slightly yellow teeth, and patted his chest happily, saying, "Brother Xia, don't worry. Everything has been arranged long ago. We have been watching them outside all this time. It's just that they can't write, otherwise there would be no need for these colored people."

Xia Zhibai smiled and said, "Then go over and tell them later and ask them to go find Dalu and the others later."

"Okay." Heiwa nodded.

Xia Zhibai raised his head, looked at the sky, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After being silent for so long, it’s time to take action.

He certainly didn't bring many men with him.

But is there a shortage of people in Peking?

No shortage.

The North has been through war for a long time, and production has recovered very slowly, which is not enough to feed so many people. Moreover, the war has created many orphans and displaced people. Many of these people have now become beggars, and they are scattered all over the streets and alleys of the city.

These people are Xia Zhibai's eyes and ears.

If it were someone else, it might be difficult to get along with these beggars, but Heiwa was different, as he was also a beggar in the past.

It was easy for him to get along with these beggars.

These days, Heiwa has been running around the city and has persuaded many little beggars.

During these few short days, the number of people under Xia Zhibai expanded rapidly, from two people to dozens of people.

Growing stronger!

(End of this chapter)