The corpses of 10,000 Donghu soldiers and more than 50,000 Donghu civilians were piled up by the Ming army in the open square in front of the government office, and after being poured with fire oil, a fire turned 60,000 corpses into ashes, and the fire burned overnight, and only slowly extinguished when the sky was about to lighten.

This fire, this burned Mu Qiyuan's heart in horror, tens of thousands of lives turned to ashes, and there was no trace overnight, is this war?

But Mu Qiyuan immediately thought that everything was his fault.

If Ta Long had not repeatedly launched an invasion of Da Cheng, the Ming army would not have come to Donghu, and if Ta Long had not assassinated Zhu Youzhen, the Ming army would not have eliminated the ownership of Donghu.

Ava, after a lapse of fifty years, returned to the arms of the Ming army again.

In the eleventh year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty (1583 AD), Deng Zilong, the general of Yongchang, in order to punish the Donghu Dynasty, once captured Ava, Ava briefly belonged to the Ming Dynasty, but Deng Zilong did not stay in the city, before the arrival of Donghu reinforcements, Deng Zilong, who was alone in the depths, withdrew from Ava City.

Today is different, Mu Qiyuan will not withdraw from Ava City, he will not only occupy Ava permanently, but also conquer the entire Donghu Dynasty and expand the territory of the Ming Dynasty to the northern shore of the Indian Ocean.

Mu Qiyuan saw that the people in the city, under the high pressure of the Ming army, were proud to be Han people, he struck while the iron was hot, and asked the staff officers in the army to re-register the population in the city.

Before the registration, the Ming army released rumors in the city, once registered, everyone's materials are not allowed to change, but Han and non-Han people must be registered separately.

In order to encourage people of Han Chinese descent to return to the Ming Dynasty, as long as one person in a household is Han, the whole family can be registered as Han.

As for why Han and non-Han people should be registered separately, what different treatment they will have in the future, or whether non-Han people will be purged by the Ming army, the Ming army did not say, and no one knows.

There was a lot of discussion in the market for a while, if the Ming army was willing to open the city gate, it is believed that most of the Burmese would leave the city and flee.

The staff officers of the army set up eighteen square tables in the city and first registered the Han Chinese.

Real Han people naturally have Chinese names, and this is their proudest moment.

The pseudo-Han people, who temporarily regarded themselves as Han Chinese, resolutely identified themselves as Han Chinese on the grounds that they could speak some Chinese, and when the staff officers saw that they really could speak a few words of Chinese, it was estimated that they had been in Donghu for many years, and the level of Han language had deteriorated, so they did not delve into it and registered them as Han Chinese.

Those who don't know Chinese are worried, they are not Han people in the first place, but the Ming army registered Han people and non-Han people separately, who knows what inhuman treatment they will suffer in the future?

However, smart people have a way, and they found a loophole in the notice of the Ming army: as long as one person in a household is Han, the whole family can be registered as Han.

Delving into the loopholes of the system has never been the patent of the Han people, or, even if this is the patent of the Han people, people who have often come into contact with the Han people have learned it, and it doesn't matter if they can't learn it, as long as they give some benefits, they can directly ask the Han people for help.

There are daughters-in-law, mothers-in-law, and grandmothers in the family who are Han, and the whole family is stained and can be registered as Han, and there are sons-in-law, aunts, and old aunts who are Han and are barely registered as Han.

The Burmese learned to be obedient and began to make a big show of marrying a Han daughter-in-law, but the Ming army had come to Ava, and the Han people had a psychological advantage, who would use their daughters to save the Burmese?

The Burmese also came up with a way to marry their daughter to the Han Chinese, and with the light of their son-in-law, the whole family could also be registered as Han.

This can be a big deal for those who don't have a daughter at home, or whose daughter is too young to get married for the time being.

There was a man named Ge Yebo, who drank some rice wine, and scolded his woman at home: "If you can have children, have more daughters, and give birth to a few daughters early, you will not have nothing to do now." ”

The woman was wronged, but she didn't dare to scold back, who made her belly angry! But the woman remembered something, and said with red eyes: "The head of the family, the great-grandmother of our family seems to be Han." ”

"Great grandmother? It's been buried in the ground for a long time, and it's a fart. Goyebo blushed and looked disdainful.

"You didn't ask, how do you know it won't work?" The woman shook a handful of snot and almost threw it into Gojebo's wine cup.

Ge Yebo scolded even more fiercely: "You mother-in-law who doesn't do anything, what do you say you will do?" I can't shake a snot, get out, you get out of me. ”

The woman swallowed her anger and left the hut for a while, wandering aimlessly through the streets.

Unconsciously, I slipped to a Han registration point, because it was meal time, the registration point was empty, and the Ming army staff officer and the Burmese interpreter were chatting.

The woman wiped her tears and snot with her sleeves, hesitated for a while, and finally mustered up the courage to go up, "Master, my family's great-grandmother is Han, can the whole family register as Han?" ”

When the staff officer heard the interpreter's words, he glanced at the woman and found that although the woman was thirty or forty years old, she still looked like Zhou Zheng, she might not have done much farm work, and the skin on her face had not yet seen age.

When the woman saw that the staff officer had been staring at her, she shyly lowered her head and wanted to turn away.

The staff officer asked the interpreter to stop her, "Is your great-grandmother still alive?" ”

The woman shook her head, she understood, her man was right, Ming Jun really didn't admit it.

The staff officer whispered a few words to the interpreter.

The interpreter stood up, came to the woman, and whispered to her: "Originally, it was not allowed to register as a Han Chinese in this case, but we are very gracious, as long as you can find a Han Chinese to testify, we can register your whole family." ”

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir! The woman was so moved that she was about to cry, her man scolded her for not doing anything, but such a big thing, she was about to complete it.

Seeing that the woman was about to turn back, obviously preparing to find a Han to testify, the interpreter stopped her again: "Wait." ”

"What's the matter, sir?" The woman raised her head and looked at the translator, "Didn't the master say that he was going to find a Han to testify?" ”

"There's no need to rush this, what we promised will naturally count, and it doesn't hurt to be late," the smile on the interpreter's face became thicker and thicker, he tilted his body and pointed at the staff officer, "It's just ...... It's just that...... We helped you, how can you help our military master? ”

"Master Jun?" The woman's eyes widened, and she looked at the staff officer through the interpreter, and quickly retracted her neck like a frightened white rabbit, "What can I do to help the military master?"

The interpreter leaned closer, almost to her ear, and said a few words.

The woman's fair skin was a little red, "no ......"

Seeing that the woman did not flee, the translator continued his offensive: "This military master is a senior official of the Ming army, and he will not insult you." ”

"No ......" may be too unexpected for a woman, she will only say this one word.

"If you register as a Han Chinese, your children and grandchildren will benefit, and you can be regarded as making a great contribution to the family, which is something that no man in your family can do."

"But......" The woman pursed her lips, not daring to look at the staff officer.

"Don't be, now many people are changing their ways to become Chinese, and there is only one chance."

“……”

"At noon, there was no one around, and the gods were unaware of ......"

“……”

The interpreter gently pulled up the woman's sleeve, and the woman seemed to be attracted by a magnet, and obediently followed the translator with her head down.

The interpreter glanced at the staff officer, who followed them to a small hut near the left for the Ming army to rest.

The hut is not big, but it is neatly cleaned inside.

The interpreter sent the woman into the bedroom, and explained two more sentences, and then he left the bedroom, he snapped his fingers to the staff officer, and smiled slightly, "Staff officer, she is already waiting for you." ”

The staff officer also smiled, "If you say thank you, I won't say it for the time being." ”

Translated out of the hut, sitting alone at the square table outside, fortunately there are no Han people to register for the time being, probably as a condition for registering as Han Chinese, they are becoming more and more difficult to find.

About the time of a bag of cigarettes, the woman came out of the hut, her head still bowed, her eyes resting on her toes, until the interpreter coughed, she realized that she had walked to the small square table in the population registration office, "...... old man"

"You wait." The interpreter left the woman and got up and went to the hut.

The staff officer had already gotten up and was about to go out, "How is it?" Is she gone? ”

"Not yet, I'll tell her to wait." The translator replied.

"Why?" The staff officer stared at the interpreter's eyes, as if he was a little displeased.

The translator smiled wryly, "Don't get me wrong, adult, the villain is here to ask the adult, is it really naturalized for her whole family?" ”

"Of course, she naturalized her whole family, what she promised, so she can regret it?"

"My lord, the villain is saying that if the adult feels embarrassed, don't give her a naturalization, and the villain will settle her." The translator's face was full of flattery.

"No, it's okay to naturalize her, like him, just naturalize them all, and others won't say anything."

"Your Excellency is saying that as long as there are Han people to help prove it?"

"Hmm." The staff officer nodded

"Adult, the villain understands, and the villain will send her back."

"Well, go ahead!"

The interpreter turned and ran towards the woman and whispered a few words to him.

The woman clasped her hands in her sleeves and didn't speak, just nodding her head.

"Go back, hurry up and find a Han man who can give you a proof of your home." The interpreter said as he smoothed out the corners of the woman's somewhat wrinkled clothes.

When the woman was leaving, she secretly turned around, glanced at the staff officer, wiped her face again, and then went happily.

Back at her hut, Gojebo was still pouring herself a drink.

"You mother-in-law, why did you come back so soon?"

"Drink, drink, then know drink!" The woman snatched the wine cup from Gojebo.

"You mother-in-law who doesn't do anything, dare to care about Lao Tzu's drinking?" Goyebo's eyes widened, his pupils already blood-red.

"I ...... I just asked the master of the Ming army, and they said that as long as they can find a Han to help prove it, they can register as a Han person, "The woman rarely did not give in," I know that if you drink your big head wine, why don't you go to the Han people to help prove it?" ”

"What? It's true? As long as there is a Han Chinese to help prove it? The man stared at the wine cup with half a glass left, but he didn't dare to drink it.

"Really, I just asked." The woman lowered her head, her heartbeat speeding for no apparent reason.

Goyebo quickly stood up, lunged at the woman, and grabbed her by the way.

The woman was startled and her breathing became short, "You ......"

"You're such a good wife!" Goyebo leaned over and kissed the woman on the cheek.

"Put me down." The woman struggled, and when Goyebo relaxed the back of her hand, she wiped the wine stains off her face with her small, not too rough hands.

"Good wife, who will prove it to us?" Gojebo grinned wide, looking at the woman and only smirking.

The woman thought for a while, "Find Liu Daozhong, he still owes us two buckets of white rice, it's a big deal that the white rice is gone, so it should be a thank you gift to him." ”

"Yes, yes, if the white rice is gone, he will definitely be willing." Ge Yebo was a little reluctant to have two buckets of white rice, but in order to join the Han nationality, he had to reluctantly cut his love.

The number of people who came to the various registration points to register as Han Chinese increased dramatically, and basically the three aunts and eight women in the family were Han Chinese, because there was no certificate for death, as long as there was a Han person to give proof, the staff officers all registered.

Of the 93,000 inhabitants of Ava, 72,000 were eventually registered as Han Chinese, making up the vast majority of the population, while the Burmese, who had previously made up the absolute majority of the population, now have only 13,000 left, plus 8,000 Shan.

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