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The ancestor of Badaru belongs to the branch of the Yehbe. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

His father was a Jurchen, and his mother was a Mongol.

But...... To a large extent, Badalu was not a pure Jurchen.

Because, when his father snatched his mother back, her mother seemed to be pregnant......

Because of historical inheritance, including cultural and topographical conditions and other reasons, the Chinese nation attaches great importance to the inheritance of bloodline, but the Jurchens are barbarians after all, including the Mongols, in fact, the same.

Due to the harsh living conditions, these barbarians, in many cases, are not too serious about the inheritance of the bloodline......

Even the famous Genghis Khan?

His wife, who had been robbed by his opponents for several years...... Then, when Genghis Khan became stronger, he snatched his wife back, and regarded him as a wife......

This thinking, if placed in the future generations, may be extremely difficult to understand, and I am afraid that it is like a fantasy.

But at this point, it's very easy to understand.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest.

Both the Mongols and the Jurchens can be classified as nomadic peoples.

It's like cows, horses, and livestock.

Whichever tribe has more cattle, horses, and livestock, they are destined to be strong.

This is especially true of people.

Different from Guannei, the traditional Chinese medicine inherited and circulated by the Chinese nation has been very perfect, and when the woman gives birth, as long as the luck is not too bad and the idea is too back, the infant ~ child mortality rate can be controlled.

However, the Mongols and Jurchens are still in the age of ignorant shamans, and the survival rate of their new generation cannot be guaranteed at all.

To put it bluntly, no matter whose child it is, as long as it survives and is raised by whom, then it is whose property.

Cattle, horses, and livestock are property, pasture is property, tents are property, and manpower is property.

To put it more bluntly, the inheritance of bloodline is something that can only be done by civilized societies or the nobles among these barbarians, and ordinary people can't even guarantee their own survival and their own property and life, so how can they talk about so much?

Even the West, which flaunts a civilized society, even in this era, is not it still flaunting the so-called 'right of the first night'?

However, at this time, unlike later generations, these people obviously did not have more than one child, even if it was to memorize some ideas...... Several children are of other people's species, but as long as they are not too back, coupled with unremitting efforts...... There should always be a kind of ......

When Badaru was young, the old slave Nurhachi had already risen, but he was still weak and far from conquering other Jurchen tribes.

At that time, the main opponents of the Jurchens were the neighboring Mongols, and they were constantly killing each other.

And Da Ming was like a 'referee' at that time.

Whoever wins, will share some benefits with whom, and whoever loses, will go to comfort a few words and uphold justice, anyway, it is a matter of lip service, and it will not cost money......

When Badaru was ten years old, his father was defeated and killed, and their entire tribe became slaves of the Mongols.

However, although there are differences between the Jurchens and the Mongols, the differences are not very large.

It's just ~, Badaru's identity, from the 'little prince' to the little slave.

But these people were naturally adaptable, and Badaru quickly adapted to the life of a slave as well, and he was placed to take care of the cattle, horses, and livestock.

Although the Mongols are barbarians, they have a heritage of thousands of years in raising cattle, horses and livestock, and their skills have been quite perfect, which is incomparable to the Han people who are proficient in astronomy and geography.

Badaru was brilliant from an early age, and soon, by the age of sixteen, he was a qualified Mongol slave.

Not only was he skilled in feeding cows, horses, and livestock, but he was also skilled in riding, and at the age of sixteen he was already considered an adult, so he was included in the battle sequence among slaves.

It's just that the Mongolian tribe he belongs to is only a small wild tribe in the north of the Horqin steppe, and its strength is greater than his father's Jurchen tribe, but compared to the real Mongolian giants, especially the tribe of the Horqin royal family, it is like the difference between a fly and an elephant.

By the time Badaru was twenty-five years old, he had already moved from one tribe to another.

But at this time, he was already an adult, especially with a horse breeding technology, he is also a technical talent, and several of his masters value him very much, and slowly, he also has some property, a woman, a son, and a slave.

In this era, the war horses of the Mongols, after the survival of the fittest, and continuous crossbreeding, have basically all been transformed into strong and powerful Mongolian horses that can carry weights.

However, among the Golden Family, including the royal families of several large Mongolian tribes, there are still a very small number of sweat and blood horses circulating.

It's a pity that their bloodlines are no longer pure, and they have changed from war horses to 'ornamental horses'.

It was only when Badaru was approaching the age of thirty that he went to pay tribute to the Golden Family for the first time when he saw the real Bloody Horse.

Of course, all he saw was a medium, not very pure sweaty BMW.

But even so, he fell in love with the treasure at first sight and was fascinated by it ever since.

It's a pity that with his financial resources and his strength, he can't play this thing at all, just like in later generations, an ordinary sling sees Rollsras, Maserati, or some big cow, calf and the like, he can only sigh, just look and think about it, and there is no chance to touch it.

However, times are constantly changing.

Badaru's good fortune soon came.

With the continuous rise of Nurhachi, the power of the Jurchens also grew, especially after the Korqin tribe submitted to the Jurchens, the Jurchens really became the most powerful bandit armed group in Northeast Asia.

When he was thirty years old, he decisively led more than a dozen households under his command, as well as more than 100 cows, horses and livestock, to take refuge in the Jurchens.

As the saying goes, 'like a fish in water'.

Soon, Badaru emerged in the Jurchen camp, and slowly rose to the high position of Niu Lu Zhangjing.

Especially after the establishment of the Later Jin Dynasty, Badaru's status was further improved, and several of his daughters became the women of the Later Jin nobles.

Badaru finally had the opportunity to start studying his bloody BMW road.

It's just that the sweat and blood BMW is too precious after all, even if Badaru already has a small amount of resources, it is difficult to play.

It's easy to get a batch of medium-sweat BMWs, but it's very difficult to get a stallion, especially a good stallion.

But ~, as the old saying goes, 'as long as the kung fu is deep, the iron rod is sharpened into a needle'......

After several encounters, Badaru finally found his way and spent a lot of money to buy a medium-sweaty BMW mare from a branch of the Golden Family, and carried out crossbreeding experiments that lasted for several years.

Unfortunately, the results are not very ideal.

The mare who only uses the sweat BMW, even if the best Mongolian horse is used ~ breed, but its offspring is just a slightly more beautiful Mongolian horse, but it still cannot meet the requirements of the sweat BMW, and even, its gravity will decrease.

Thankfully, Badaru eventually learns of a path to buy a medium-sized stallion.

So he traveled thousands of miles north, through vast ice fields, and at last, he joined the wolf Cossacks, from whom he bought a medium-sized stallion and three mares.

After coming back, he continued to crossbreed and research.

After seven or eight years of hard work, he finally found a way.

Unfortunately, not long ago, he was implicated in the matter with Amin and was almost executed, but fortunately he presented three medium-sized sweaty BMW hybrids to Huang Taiji and Zilharang in time, and he survived, but he was relegated from the fertile grassland adjacent to the Horqin Department in the north to Qingtaiyubao, which is very close to southern Liaoning.

"Li Shuai, this bloody BMW is the last effort of the slave for more than 20 years. Even if it is compared with the real best sweat BMW, there is still a slight gap. But the minions dare to assert that even if there is a gap, it is not far away. In particular, it's only three years old this year. Li Shuai, as long as time passes, as long as there are some excellent resources, the slave believes that the slave will definitely be able to cultivate the real sweat and blood BMW in the cultivation. ”

When it comes to horses, Badaru is like a different person, without much fear, and is simply like a river of mouths.

Li Yuanqing's side, Chen Zhong and Yang Miaocai were already listening attentively, and even the sons and daughters not far away also pricked up their ears and didn't make any sound, listening to this Badaru story.

At this time, seeing that the green tendons on Badalu's excited neck were bulging, Li Yuanqing couldn't help but smile: "Badalu, frankly speaking, your story is really vivid." This bloody horse is also very beautiful, but I am afraid that this is not a reason for your life. ”

"Huh?"

Badaru was about to rush to the sky excitedly, he thought that he had already frightened Li Yuanqing, but he never expected that at this moment, Li Yuanqing suddenly poured a basin of cold water on him from the beginning to the soles of his feet, it was really cold.

"Li Shuai, this, this...... Li Shuai, minion, what does a minion have to do? Please also ask Li Shuai to show the minions a way to live! ”

Badaru hurriedly fell to his knees again, kowtowing desperately.

At this time, Chen Zhong and Yang Miaocai came back to their senses.

Chen Zhong wanted to say something and ask Li Yuanqing not to hurt this old tartar, but seeing Li Yuanqing's calm appearance, Chen Zhong suddenly realized that Li Yuanqing was already confident, and he shouldn't need him to remind him.

On Yang Miaocai's side, his brain was obviously much faster than Chen Zhong.

He had already seen that Li Yuanqing had also taken a fancy to this Badalu's craftsmanship, and he should not directly take his life, but if this Badalu didn't spit out something real, he was afraid ~~, and he would be wronged, it would be inevitable.

"Li Yuanqing is really ...... It's unfathomable......"

Yang Miaocai didn't dare to think about it anymore, for fear that something would come out of his mind, something disrespectful to Li Yuanqing, and he would burn himself.

At this time, Li Yuanqing stood up, soothed his hands and feet with a smile, and said with a smile: "Badalu, I don't want me to point it out to you, but for you to find it yourself." You should know that the sons and daughters under my command Li Yuanqing are all as deep as the sea with you Jurchen Tartars! Even if I, Li Yuanqing, want to let you go, my sons and daughters won't agree! ”

Saying that, Li Yuanqing smiled: "Hehe." It's not too early. Badalu, think about it. Big brother, Brother Miaocai, it's time for dinner too. ”

"Huh?"

Badaru was stunned for a moment, and wanted to say something, but at this time, Li Yuanqing had already strode away.

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