Cui Chengxiu deliberately sold a pass, and after seeing that Yan Hong and the others were all impatient, he said slowly: "Cui Mou is brave, so he will respond for the Son of Heaven." If you move south to the customs, you should be forced to pay taxes, all of which are the same as the Han people, no different. Even if it is the imperial examination, it is the same. ”

Thinking about Chongzhen's explanation, Cui Chengxiu continued: "If the nobles do not enter the customs and move south, and do not want to re-establish Xianbei, then there is another plan for the patriarch of Wanyan to consider." ”

When Yan Hong heard this, he was curious: "What is the plan?" Tell me more about it. ”

Since the meeting, Yan Hong has changed his name to Cui Chengxiu many times, getting closer and closer each time, Cui Chengxiu is also a mirror in his heart, knowing that his trip is worthwhile, these barbarians are about to bite the hook.

Coughing, Cui Chengxiu said: "Since ancient times, there have been clouds, under the whole world, it is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister."

If the nobles did not want to move south to Guan to cultivate, and did not want to move north to rebuild their homeland, they could only stay here. ”

Wan Yanhong said: "Yes, there are always some people who are reluctant to move south into the pass, I don't know how to deal with such a tribe?" ”

In fact, to put it bluntly, today's conversation, here is the point - it's okay for your Ming Emperor to promise Lao Tzu benefits, but Lao Tzu is not stupid. When the time comes, Jiannu will be killed, what are you going to do with our Xibe tribe? Founding? Lao Tzu is not interested, it is too far and too cold. Cultivate? Lao Tzu will not.

Cui Chengxiu said: "The meaning of the Holy Son of Heaven is very simple, that is, Xu Xibo people are autonomous. After the pacification of Liaodong, the Wanyan patriarch and the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Households jointly explored in Liaodong, and chose the land to build Xibe City, and then the officials in the city were all elected by the people of the Xibe tribe, and the governor was led by the Wanyan patriarch. ”

Wan Yanhong and the leaders of the Xibe tribe were overjoyed when they heard this. This is the ideal life. You don't have to plow, and you don't have to run too far, Meidi is very.

Just before everyone could speak, Cui Chengxiu continued: "Don't be busy and happy, everyone. Although it is said that the Xibe people are allowed autonomy, it is not unconditional. ”

When Yan Hong heard this, he arched his hand like a Han and said, "Master Cui, please speak." Between the words, where is there a trace of vulgarity just now?

Cui Chengxiu saw Yan Hong's salute after seeing it, and he tasted like a monkey, but he didn't laugh at him, after all, this is a good phenomenon, isn't it?

After a little hesitation, Cui Chengxiu continued: "What the Holy Son of Heaven means, it's very simple. Autonomy is allowed, but independence is not allowed. The Great Ming Law should be practiced here, and other private fights and other behaviors should be eliminated. Xu retains the Xibe written language, but it should be written and written, and after the establishment of the academy, the teaching of the local academy must teach Chinese characters and speak Chinese, and the Xibe written language can be retained, but it cannot appear in the cantata. ”

Wan Yanhong hadn't said anything yet, but the leader of the Huerha tribe said with a big grin: "What is he doing with the bad written language?" If we are allowed to be like the Han people, there is a gentleman to teach the children to read and write, who wants to learn the crooked bird feather script?

Not to mention the babies, even these people in the house, how many of them really know? If you leave such a troublesome text, but it is the same as what you just said? Yes, it is the same, but it is different? ”

When the other tribal leaders heard this, they also joined in.

The leader of Shumulu also said: "That is, what to teach the children to do with those messy things, or you Han characters are good-looking, and you don't need to learn those messy things." ”

Cui Chengxiu secretly scolded a group of staff makers in his heart! These guys don't feel distressed when they sell their fields, and the words and languages left by their ancestors are thrown away.

Wouldn't it be nice to just think about it together? They all speak Chinese and write Chinese characters, and after a hundred and ten years, who still remembers what happened to the Xibe people? Just remember, I'm afraid that I will become the same as the Han people, right? When the time comes, it will be written in history, although it is the Holy Son of Heaven who has made a great contribution, but can't I, Cui, also be able to make a name in history?

The more he thought about it, the happier Cui Chengxiu became, but he didn't immediately agree, so he said: "This matter is not the master, and I still need to ask the meaning of the Holy Son of Heaven." But come to think of it, the Son of Heaven is happy to see it come to fruition. ”

When Yan Hong heard this, he said, "In this way, I will ask Master Cui to wait for me to say a few more good words in front of the Son of Heaven." ”

Cui Chengxiu touched his beard, but said with a smile: "This is natural, in the future, you will be a minister in the same hall, and you should help each other and serve the Holy Son of Heaven together." ”

Wan Yanhong also smiled: "Master Cui is right, you should be like this, you should be like this." ”

Cui Chengxiu saw that the atmosphere was becoming more and more enthusiastic at this time, so he hit the railway while it was hot: "There is another matter, but I want to ask Patriarch Yan." ”

Wan Yanhong said: "Master Cui, please speak." But if you know, you must say everything. ”

Cui Chengxiu said with a smile: "What I want to ask is, but I asked for the Son of Heaven." I don't know how many children the Wanyan patriarch has? ”

Wan Yanhong said: "Well, there are three children." The eldest son is married, and the second son has not yet decided on a family. As for the little girl, she is sixteen years old, and she is a famous beauty within a radius of 100 miles, but because of a selfish heart, she has never allowed to marry someone. ”

In and out of the words, but there is enough talk. Your Emperor Ming wants to be married, I have a son here to marry, that is, you want to collect the harem, and I also have a daughter to prepare.

The other tribal leaders looked at each other, this dog's day Wan Yan Hong really didn't want a little bit of face in order to tie up with Emperor Chongzhen, and Wan Yan Yuzhuo, who had always been hidden by him, looked like she was going to be sold to the son of tomorrow.

Cui Chengxiu is also funny in his heart, the shrewd man just now doesn't know where to go, and now he is finished with Yan Hong, more like a matchmaker who recommends his own children.

Although he felt funny in his heart, Cui Chengxiu didn't dare to forget Emperor Chongzhen's instructions, so he continued: "Then I want to congratulate Patriarch Wanyan." It is a blessing to have both children and daughters. ”

Wan Yanhong grinned and said, "Lord Xie Cui is auspicious." I just don't know what Master Cui just said? ”

Cui Chengxiu smiled: "Actually, it's similar to what Patriarch Wanyan thought.

I have always been kind to the outside world, because if Ling Lang wants to be a princess, he has to enter the Han nationality first. What's more, if the son is young today, there is no princess under his knees. The princesses who are the same as the Holy Son of Heaven are already married, so it can be said that Ling Gongzi has no chance. ”

When Yan Hong heard this, he was disappointed but said with a hint of hope: "Could it be a little girl?" ”

Cui Chengxiu smiled: "Yes, it is Ling Yuan." On that day, the Son of Heaven was in his youth, and he had heard that Ling Yuan was a fairy-like figure, and he could enter the palace to serve the Son of Heaven. ”

recommended a history book "Warring States Zhao is King" by a good friend in the author group, which once ran over tyrants on the data list. Now, of course, it is the tyrant who presses him to the ground and rubs it.