The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 629 Only then did I know the value of the Han family

The cold wind from the Greater Khingan Range whistled everywhere as if it had substance, picking up snowflakes and dry, cold ice flakes that kept drilling into people's bodies with all their might.

In this kind of weather, it is impossible to go out because even if you wrap yourself up tightly, you still can't stop these little things.

If they get inside clothes and are slightly warmed by the heat from the human body, it would be disastrous.

They will melt immediately, not only taking away body heat but also making you damp all over.

Then, when the body's temperature drops and the cold air outside continues to invade, they will quickly freeze again, forming a situation where there are ice flowers inside and outside.

At this time, you can lie down on the ground with confidence, because you will soon be frozen hard from the inside out, like a popsicle.

Before the sturdy fabrics brought by modern technology, humans were so vulnerable to nature.

No matter who you are, if you don’t stay indoors in Outer Northeast China at minus 30 degrees Celsius, you will definitely not survive for more than two hours.

Fukang'an had lost the appearance of a nobleman. His fair skin had turned bronze, and he had grown a typical mustache common among the Tungusic tribes outside the Great Wall. His hairstyle had also become a real rat tail.

That is, there is a small braid on the top of the head that can pass directly through the hole of a copper coin, and its thickness and length are like a mouse's tail.

Some people are very confused. Since Outer Northeast China is so cold, why don't people grow more hair and instead grow rat tails?

In fact, it is very simple. The cold in Outer Northeast China is not as cold as the winter in other places. In other places where the temperature is around zero degrees, keeping more hair can indeed help you resist the cold.

But in outer Northeast China, even the fur of a big black bear can't keep warm, so how can you expect humans to keep warm with just a little hair?
In Outer Northeast China, people keep their heads warm in winter by staying at home and by wearing hats, large hats made of various animal furs.

In addition, it is very inconvenient to have long hair like the Han people. This is the deep mountains and old forests in the cold zone, and you have to move around in the woods all year round. Too much hair can easily get caught on branches. It would be fine if it got stuck at ordinary times, but it would be dangerous during combat.

At the same time, in the poor living environment, there are not so many soap beans and pancreas to take care of the hair. If the hair is left long, it will become a breeding ground for various lice, so it is not as convenient as shaving it.

Finally, it is caused by beliefs, customs and other reasons.

Moreover, in the past, the various Tungusic tribes, including the Xianbei, Khitan, and Jurchen who originated from here, had their hairstyles as convenient as possible, and there was no requirement to standardize on the rat-tail hairstyle.

The Golden Rat Tail was forcibly promoted by the Jianzhou rebel bandit group founded by Nurhaci in order to gain a sense of identity after it grew stronger.

"Ah hey! Ah hey! Ah hey!"

Unable to go out in the winter, Fukang'an practiced bow drawing in his room, breathing in and out.

A large pot of stew was bubbling on the stove. The large chunks of venison and the dried wild duck meat left over from yesterday were completely stewed. A little bit of dark sweet potato vermicelli and dark green dried beans had absorbed the broth and looked delicious.

His two women were sitting around a big pot, making cornmeal cakes as their staple food.

The four children surrounded Fukangan and cheered for him, but they couldn't help slurping their saliva and kept looking back at the stove. It was obvious that they were very greedy.

The hot kang made the room quite warm. Compared with the wind and snow outside, the room seemed like a paradise, full of intoxicating warmth.

Fukang'an looked at his four children, three sons and one daughter. Apart from not being very good-looking, they were all very strong and lively. Just by looking at them, he seemed to feel the vitality of life.

This was completely different from the children of the bannermen and nobles he had seen in Beijing, just like the difference between a pet and a strong animal.

His two women were not good-looking either, with round faces, rough skin, and rude speech. They were no match for his wife, Irgen Jueluo, who was well-educated, polite, decisive and strong-willed.

However, Fukang'an felt that this small world was so warm that it made him think it would be nice to grow old there, raise his children and have grandchildren around him.

This is home!

"Fukang'an, go on your way. I don't want to be an accomplice to your genocide anymore!"

Fukangan suddenly remembered that these were the words Hailancha said to him. At that time, Fukangan didn't understand them at all, but now, he understood.

Because he is now a standard Jurchen leader from outside the Great Wall.

Fu Kang'an thought about how desperate he would be if he was forcibly taken away by the Qing government while he was in such a warm environment.

In this place where the law of the jungle is super-doubled, if he, the pillar of the family, leaves, the family will not be able to survive.

The only choice for these two women was to quickly find the next man who could protect them.

Because here, women can't cultivate much land or raise many deer, but that's secondary. The key is that women in this environment are simply unable to deal with tigers, black bears and wild wolves.

These animals are very ferocious. When they don't have enough food, they will actually come to places where humans live to look for food, and even eat people.

Without men, women would not be able to deal with such a huge monster even with swords and spears.

What's more dangerous is that without the protection of a strong man, the women in the house are no better than the prostitutes in a brothel. Prostitutes are protected by pimps and madams, and they have to pay to sleep with them.

The women in such dilapidated houses can be raped by any man and their food can be eaten. They will be eaten up before winter or the wild beasts come.

Even if women can find men who will accept them, it is highly likely that no one will want them because they are carrying a burden.

Except for the girl who was about eleven or twelve years old, others wanted to keep both the mother and the daughter, otherwise they would probably have been driven away.

This is the real jungle. Humans are also part of the jungle. Just like wild animals, there is not much difference in the most basic aspects.

"Namo Greatly Compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva!" Fu Kang'an shuddered and couldn't help but put his hands together and prayed in a low voice.

At this time, he truly realized the harm that the Qing Dynasty's policies had caused to people outside the Great Wall.

Fu Kang'an now thought that those Sauron soldiers he used were very loyal because they did not get up in the middle of the night and stab him to death.

Well, actually, Marshal Fu was thinking a little too extreme, because only Jurchens like them who had come to the Greater Khingan Range would be treated so extremely.

Others in Heilongjiang and southern Jilin are still better off because they have relatively abundant daily necessities and can rely on tribes and families.

The Sauron soldiers from these few places were conscripted. As long as they could send some money and a letter home every few months, they could still keep their homes. There were also exiled criminals who farmed for them. The so-called armored slaves were people who specialized in this.

In other words, the area south of Ningguta is relatively secure. Even if it is tragic, there is still some security.

When you return home from a war, even if your wife has run away, your children will probably not starve to death because they are supported by your family. The house may collapse, but the land is still yours, and you can still buy rice to survive the winter.

North of Ningguta, life is worse than death.

"Father, can I call you daddy from now on?" During the meal, the youngest son suddenly looked up and asked him.

"Yes, I want to call Ama daddy too!" The second brother grabbed a piece of juicy venison and shouted excitedly.

Fu Kang'an felt a little uncomfortable, but he looked at his children lovingly and asked, "Why? Aren't we Jurchens supposed to call you Ama?"

Hearing Fukangan's question, before the two younger ones could answer, his eleven-year-old eldest son put down the deer leg in his hand and replied with some disdain:
"Being called Ama means you have to wear animal skins and live deep in the mountains. Not only can you not eat white flour buns and rice, you can't even eat much sweet potato vermicelli. You are looked down upon as a Tartar wherever you go.

Those who call me daddy are Han Chinese, living in a fenced city, wearing good clothes, covered with thick quilts, and eating white rice with icing sugar and lard, and having as much as they want!

Hearing their brother talk about white rice with icing sugar and lard, the other three kids were ravenous. Although they were gnawing on the meat bones, they were still drooling like crazy. Not to mention them, Fu Kangan's two women were also ravenous.

In Outer Northeast China, eating meat is not uncommon. There are many wild animals, and roe deer are everywhere. You can eat one for several days.

However, no one wants this kind of meat which does not have much oil or water. It is full of protein and the more you eat, the hungrier you become. Eating this stuff all year round without some corn cobs can kill you.

In the area where Fukangan lived, which was near what would later become known as Okhotsk in Russia, a 30-jin roe deer could not even be exchanged for a jin of fat pork and was worthless.

As for wild boars, there is not much fat on them, and fat pork can only be found in wild boars raised by humans.

As for sugar, it is an exaggeration to say that it is more expensive than gold at this high latitude, but one silver dollar certainly cannot buy a pound of sugar, and it was only in a very short period of time that Han people came by boat from Ezo Island and other places to sell it.

When Fukang'an heard his eldest son say this, he felt even more uncomfortable and looked at his eldest son with some anger.

"Security, it's fine if your younger brother and sister say that, but why are you so ignorant?"

This security guard was not actually Fukangan’s biological son, because he had only been in the Greater Khingan Range for six years and it was impossible for him to have an eleven-year-old son.

Baoan was actually the son of Hetai, the deputy governor of Heilongjiang. When they were retreating from Heilongjiang to Outer Northeast China, they were discovered by fur traders from the Luosha settlement. Hetai died in battle in the Nerchinsk area while trying to cover their retreat.

Fu Kang'an then adopted Hetai's only son and named him Baoan, hoping that he could ensure his safe growth.

When the security guard heard Fu Kang'an was angry, he immediately knelt down with tears streaming down his face. He said in fluent Beijing Mandarin:

"Father, if we continue to be Jurchens, then my father's revenge will never be avenged.

Only by becoming a Han Chinese and relying on the power of the Han Chinese can I kill all those Russians and avenge my father and my deceased uncles!"

"Yes, revenge!" A woman in Fukang'an suddenly shouted. She didn't understand anything else, but she understood the two words "Rakshasa" and "revenge".

The Ewenki woman became extremely furious at this moment: "All those Russians should go to hell!

They couldn't eat so many seals, so they killed them all, leaving us Ewenki people without the delicious roasted seal meat to eat. Many people starved to death."

The Ewenki people is a relatively broad concept. They are a branch of the Tungus people often referred to by the Han people. Those close to the land make a living by raising deer, while those close to the sea mainly rely on hunting seals.

In other words, seals are very important to all Tungus people because seals are very rich in fat and are the most important source of animal fat for the Tungus people, without a doubt.

After Russian explorers arrived in these places, they almost wiped out all the seals in the Sea of Okhotsk for their fur.

This dealt a huge blow to the Tungus people who relied on seal fat for fat, causing a large number of them to die from lack of food or even lack of nutrition.

But Fukangan knew that the truth was even more cruel. These Rakshasa adventurers did this not only for the furs, but more because they wanted to starve the locals to death and weaken their resistance.

"Father, I heard from Uncle Tiger that you are actually Han Chinese, and the son of the Han emperor. Then how about you take us with you to become Han Chinese?" The little daughter asked crisply while slurping vermicelli. She suddenly raised her head.

Grooved!
Fu Kang'an cursed in his heart. He actually knew that he might be Qianlong's child, and he was even complacent about it, so he did not try to stop the spread of this rumor.

But when they arrived in the Outer Khingan Range, the rumor changed. Due to their limited knowledge and environment, the ethnic groups in the Outer Khingan Range could not understand the complicated things in the Central Plains.

So as the story spread, it became that he was a Han Chinese, the son of the Han emperor, and that the Han emperor sent him to rule the various ethnic groups in the Outer Khingan Mountains and resist the invasion of the Russians.

This was a very frustrating rumor that Fukang'an found difficult to describe but dared not refute.

Let's debunk the rumor. Well, after debunking it, he will most likely be abandoned by the more than 2,000 followers he directly rules.

Let's not debunk the rumor. It's really disgusting, especially since Mo Zibu was born in the 1747th year of Qianlong's reign (), only seven years older than him, and he had once flattered their family. The contrast made Fu Kang'an feel uncomfortable when he thought about it.

But his daughter didn't notice that her father's face had turned black, and she was still babbling:

"Han people are good. Not only do they have lots of candy and beautiful clothes, they also look good. Unlike the Rakshasas, they look like wild beasts and eat people."

"Hehe, when I grow up, I will find a handsome Han Chinese man to be my husband." The little girl giggled. She didn't quite understand the true meaning of husband, but she might as well make a choice.

"I want one too. I want to marry a Han Chinese woman who can cook delicious white rice!" The five-year-old son also shouted.

Fu Kang'an listened in silence. Even in this extremely cold Ewenki tribe, the Han people had already arrived.

They built a small town called Xinwan on the south bank of the river, near the estuary.

There are about 400 people in Xinwan Town, most of whom will leave by boat before winter comes, returning to Miaojie at the mouth of the Heilongjiang River, or even to Ezo Island, which originally belonged to Japan but now belongs to the Dayu Dynasty.

Then, when spring comes and the weather warms up, they will arrive in small boats spewing black smoke, carrying large amounts of cargo.

Because they would bring all kinds of good things with them, from oil, sugar, salt, tea and wine to cotton, linen, steel needles, iron pots, as well as steel knives, muskets, bayonets and even cotton armor, which were completely impossible to produce in the Outer Khingan Mountains.

This makes the Han people in Xinwan Town the most powerful, most powerful, and richest ethnic group in the eyes of all ethnic groups in the Greater Khingan Range. Even the word "Han" has become a symbol of nobility.

Look, when his daughter said she wanted to marry a Han Chinese, no one said anything. But when his youngest son said he wanted to marry a Han Chinese, he was immediately ridiculed by everyone, including his biological mother.

Even though his youngest son was the son of the tribal chief, everyone thought he was not worthy enough to marry even an ordinary Han woman.

And Fukang'an also understood that this was the reason why he was able to survive.

Because although he claimed that he had retreated outside the Great Wall to preserve his strength in order to make a comeback, in fact, he did not even dare to say the words "anti-Yu and restore Qing".

He was helpless even in such a small town like Xinwan, which only had a few hundred muskets.

If he dared to say that he was going to attack Xinwan Town, the people below might think that he was possessed by the devil and would tie him up and exorcise the devil.

Even if he went to fight, let alone his tribe of more than 2,000 people, even if he had to fight against the 40,000 Tungusic people from the Greater Khingan Range who were willing to obey his command, he might not be able to take over Xinwan Town, which was protected by a 600-ton armed gunboat and 300 musketeers.

"Ah Ma, are you really the son of the Han emperor? If so, you are also Han, right? Then aren't we also Han?

Ayun doesn't want to live in the mountains. Can we go to Xinwan Town? It's more lively there!"

Fukang'an felt numb all over, and he knew that he didn't have much time left.

There were only more than 400 bannermen who actually retreated with him from the south of the Greater Khingan Range, and the rest were from local Tungusic tribes.

Most of his brothers were scattered in various tribes and became leaders of various sizes. This was not only because they were indeed very strong in combat, but also because they were disguised as Han Chinese.

Many of these locals hoped that he, the son of the powerful Han emperor, would lead them to drive out the Rakshasas, take back the deer, and prevent the seals from being killed. That was why they were willing to serve him as their leader.

And now, even his daughter has begun to doubt his identity.

Then, Fukangan could either lead the tribe to a great victory against the Russians and let strength speak for itself.

Either get proof from those people in Xinwan Town, if not to prove that he is the son of the Han emperor, at least prove that he is also Han.

But it seems that neither of these two options is easy!

(End of this chapter)