Then, a hint of coldness flashed in Zhu Qizhen's eyes, and he opened the conditions for the mutual market without warning.

Datong, two hundred miles north of Xuanfu, is divided into Ming land, and Hamiwei and Hexi land are all returned to Daming, and the above territories must be withdrawn by the Mongolian people within the prescribed period.

Out of the territorial claim, Zhu Qizhen also demanded to lose money.

In last year's battle, Warat and Tatar wanted to return the population, cattle and sheep that had plundered the Ming Dynasty without compensation, and also compensate the Ming soldiers for the losses in all aspects.

As for the specific amount of gold and silver, how much should be borne by the Varat and Tatar, the household nucleic acid and special personnel will dock, and strive to be clear.

Both the Varat and the Tatars paid an annual tribute of 3,000 horses, which had to be of the highest rank and handed over to the Ministry of War for inspection, and at least half of them were stallions.

This is to prevent these Mongols from brushing some fancy intestines on this.

The horses that were paid tribute by the people before were all thin and weak inferior horses, at most they were used as horses, and they were 108,000 miles away from the level of war horses.

As for stallions, that's even less to mention.

Whether it is Warat or Tatar, this matter is a precaution, once the Ming State has a stable source of horses, the formation of a powerful cavalry army, for any tribe on the steppe, is simply a catastrophe.

Therefore, most of the horses that go forward to tribute, even if they are high-class horses, are gelding, and the proportion of stallions is very small, almost non-existent.

In addition to paying tribute, at the same time, Zhu Qizhen put forward a new request, the Ming Dynasty needed horses, so the number of war horses sold to the imperial court by the various departments on the grassland was not less than 5,000.

There is also a point that is specifically aimed at Tatars.

Zhu Qizhen demanded that he go to the emperor immediately, and he could only call himself Tatar Khan, not the so-called Great Yuan Khan.

If these tiles can be agreed to, then the mutual market will be put on the agenda, the embargo on the steppe can be gradually lifted, tea, salt, including some iron tools can be used for the mutual market, and the Ming promises that the price of these things will be much lower than in previous years.

When Zhu Qizhen methodically listed the conditions one by one, there was silence in this hall.

The drunken Majesty just now had disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye, and was replaced by an old fox with blazing eyes and shrewdness above the high position, who could compete with Wang Zuo.

This series of conditions, not to mention the Mongols, even a person like Wang Zuo, who deals with money and grain all year round, was also stunned when he heard it.

These conditions are all extremely harsh.

The indemnity for the cession of land, called the tribute of the ministers, is clearly an unequal treaty.

There are many aspects involved in this, and it is impossible for His Majesty to think of it on a whim.

Your Majesty, you may have been planning for a long time.

Warat, if the Tatars really agree to come down, I'm afraid that they will have to shed their skin if they don't die.

"Your Majesty, the minister thinks that this matter is inappropriate."

There was such a sentence in the hall, which seemed to be extraordinary!

Everyone hurriedly looked at it, it was the Hanlin editor of the Hanlin Academy, Wan An.

He was born as a Jinshi in the orthodox thirteenth year, selected as a Jishi, awarded the editor, and was a clear stream person with 800 children.

Zhu Qizhen was a little confused, who is this person?

After all, such a low-level official has almost no impression of himself.

It's not right, what's wrong, is it...... Do you think my conditions are still too generous......

Zhu Qizhen spoke softly and asked, "...... is the Qing family?"

"Minister, Hanlin edited Wan'an."

Wan An hurriedly reported to his home.

Wan An, this name, sounds familiar.

Zhu Qizhen continued to ask: "Wan Qing's family just said that this matter is inappropriate, what is wrong, to put it bluntly." ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty", Wan An first saluted, and then said: "The minister reads the history books, and the lord of the Ming Dynasty is in the world, and he should serve people with virtue, and the sage also said: repay grievances with virtue, what is it?" Zi said: "How can you repay virtue? Repay grievances with straightforwardness and repay virtue with virtue.

The minister thinks that His Majesty treats Fanbang so harshly, which is not in line with my identity as the Ming Dynasty, Your Majesty is the lord of the Ming, and the governance of the country can be based on small profits, and the righteousness should be the foundation of life......"

As soon as these remarks came out, Zhu Qizhen was suddenly stupid.

Make no mistake, he, he's actually speaking for the Varats, the Tatars.

The meaning of his whole sentence is that Zhu Qizhen should not deal with barbarians like Warat and Tatar, for the sake of peace, they should be tolerated, my Ming Dynasty has a vast territory, there is no shortage of things, and I do not mention the conditions to exchange markets with them, which can better demonstrate the beautiful quality of my Ming Dynasty to repay grievances with virtue.

Daming is located in the center of the world, and the land he occupies is the best in the world, as for the land that His Majesty requested, it is really not beneficial to my Daming, but it may become a chicken rib.

Besides, I am a state of etiquette in the Ming Dynasty, and I can't talk about profit, but I should influence these barbarians with benevolence and virtue to make them understand the truth......

"It's all bullshit, isn't this person stupid to read, Holy Bitch."

Zhu Qizhen felt that this eloquent Wan'an was simply a big coin in the sky.

Zhu Qizhen even wondered if he was a rescuer invited by Warat, Tatar.

"Alas, it's a misservice to talk about the country", Zhu Qizhen sincerely felt that what he said was good.

Zhu Qizhen suddenly remembered that this was called Wan'an.

The famous papier-mâché three pavilion elders of the Ming Dynasty, there is no real talent and hard work, he is in a high position, and the official is the first assistant of the cabinet, and everything will only be shirked.

When I saw it today, it was really like this.

After finishing speaking, Wan An looked proud, he felt that what he said was all loyal words, all for the sake of His Majesty.

Yes, how can Da Ming deal with a group of barbarians, this is not, this is not a loss of country.

Although his words may have annoyed His Majesty, he is not afraid.

Zhu Qizhen didn't know that this little Jiujiu in Wan An's heart couldn't do what he wanted, so he left a sentence with a cold smile: "What Wan Qing's family said is also reasonable, but I am a little lacking, and this matter can be handed over to Yousi to contact the envoys." ”

After leaving these words, Zhu Qizhen left.

This banquet will naturally disperse.

Wang Zuo, Kuang Yu and the others looked at each other and smiled bitterly, Your Majesty, this is angry.

After the dispersal, these bigwigs in the DPRK and China did not go back to their respective public houses, but gathered in Wenyuan Pavilion.

The scribe carefully brought the tea, and then pushed it down with bated breath.

"Let's talk about it, if you don't say it, the old man will open his mouth first, what do you think of the conditions proposed by Your Majesty today, all departments."

Wang Zuo took a sip of tea and took the lead in speaking.

"Since the ministries don't say it, then the old man will say it first, Wan'an, a fool who only knows how to read to death, and he can make him intervene without looking at any national affairs.

Fortunately, our Majesty is soft-hearted, if Emperor Wen is replaced, it is a question of whether he can live to go to the dynasty today. ”

Wang Zuo first complained fiercely about Wan'an, and then continued: "The old man made a statement on behalf of the household department, and His Majesty said it, and the household department thought that although it was somewhat debatable, it was generally no problem.

As the so-called debt repayment, it is a matter of course, how much manpower and money have the Tatars lost to the Ming over the years, why not? That's it.

Those who don't know the price of tea, rice, oil, and salt really think that they can read the sages and sages to read the silver? ”

Asked Warat, Tatar asked for silver, this matter, Wang Zuo simply agreed with both hands.

He, the head of the household, only thinks that there is little money, and where does he still think of silver.

"The prince is right", Kuang Yu took over, "The benefits of paying tribute to horses, you all know, the weak are strong and strong, the old man doesn't say much here, the land of Hexi and the land of two hundred miles, for the north of my Ming Dynasty, there are only Baili, that is, the grain and grass in Hexi are somewhat difficult, how to operate in the north of Xuanda, these must be considered in the long run." ”

"The two adults are right", Wang Ao nodded, "Although these conditions are a bit harsh, but now Warat, Tatar want to exchange markets with my Daming, and if it drags on for one more day, Warat, Tatar will lose more people, cattle and sheep, and they are the ones who are anxious."

Besides, even if it can only last for two or three years, it will only benefit me to Daming. ”

Between the mist of tea, this matter is so decided.

As for what to do next, for these people, it's not a matter.

After the banquet was over, Haibu Timur had already walked out, and Achihuabu had to follow him.

The two left the palace and went all the way to the post station where they rested.

This yard perimeter

Ah Chihua Bu glanced at Chishu deeply, and said in Mongolian language: "Prince, the conditions of the Ming people are really too harsh, and this is clearly to cut the flesh of our Wara again." ”

Haibu Timur nodded, but he was very calm: "Yes, such conditions are not difficult for us."

But have you forgotten the mission that Father Khan has sent us to come?

Being able to fight for mutual markets is the most important thing in Warat now.

As long as we survive this year, these conditions will be countless.

Father Khan was blessed by the immortal heaven, he is the king of the land, the sweat of all the sweats, how can he be willing to make peace with the Ming Dynasty for the rest of his life?

Besides, if we don't agree, what if we don't get rid of it?

People like Zhu Qizhen may unite with Tokhovan and Boyan to deal with us Warat, and at that time, Warat will really be cornered. ”

"Then, the conditions of the Ming Kingdom, we will all agree to them now?"

Ah Chihuabu's flesh hurts incomparably.

"No," Haibu Timur shook his head and showed a gloomy smile: "Isn't the Ministry of Rites of the Ming Kingdom going to talk to us?"

We have to fight one by one, only in this way can we show that we are sincere. ”

Zhu Qizhen returned to the warm pavilion, his face was on his shoulder, and the air pressure in the warm pavilion was also very low.

Jin Ying on the side felt very pressured and wanted to break such a suffocating atmosphere.

He thought for a while, and suddenly thought of something, "Your Majesty, a few days ago, Your Majesty asked the old slave to investigate the matter of the eldest son of the British duke, and the old slave already has news?" ”

"Got news? What's going on? ”

Zhu Qizhen suddenly became interested.

The British Gong Zhang Fu had two sons, and according to the original history, the successor to the title was his second son, Zhang Mao, who was only nine years old.

As for the eldest son who should have been the heir, on the contrary, he was mentioned in history, and he only said that he was born with a disability, and then there was no follow-up.

Such ambiguity aroused Zhu Qizhen's curiosity.

He just mentioned it casually in front of Jin Ying before, but he didn't expect Jin Ying to really do it.

"Back to Your Majesty, the eldest son of the British Duke is named Zhang Zhong, who was born with a crippled left leg, and the left calf is said to have been amputated by Qi Shengsheng, and people can't even stand.

So, this man has never had any famous deeds among the nobles, and it is said that he has never even come out of the British Mansion. ”

Amputation?

Zhu Qizhen recited it silently several times, as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Perhaps, I can get him back on his feet."

Jin Ying was startled when she heard His Majesty muttering a few words.

Well, the legs are gone, and the man can still stand up.

"Jin Ying, find someone to make something for me."

"Something? Your Majesty, what is it? ”

Jin Ying looked surprised.

Zhu Qizhen stared at Jin Ying: "Make a leg." ”

Jin Ying's whole body trembled.

Zhu Qizhen took paper and ink, wrote everything he knew, drew it, and then handed it over to the people below to do.

There was someone in the palace who was busy for two days, and finally came up with a model.

Zhu Qizhen looked at this prosthetic, roughly, not much. We have to fight one by one, only in this way can we show that we are sincere. ”

Zhu Qizhen returned to the warm pavilion, his face was on his shoulder, and the air pressure in the warm pavilion was also very low.

Jin Ying on the side felt very pressured and wanted to break such a suffocating atmosphere.

He thought for a while, and suddenly thought of something, "Your Majesty, a few days ago, Your Majesty asked the old slave to investigate the matter of the eldest son of the British duke, and the old slave already has news?" ”

"Got news? What's going on? ”

Zhu Qizhen suddenly became interested.

The British Gong Zhang Fu had two sons, and according to the original history, the successor to the title was his second son, Zhang Mao, who was only nine years old.

As for the eldest son who should have been the heir, on the contrary, he was mentioned in history, and he only said that he was born with a disability, and then there was no follow-up.

Such ambiguity aroused Zhu Qizhen's curiosity.

He just mentioned it casually in front of Jin Ying before, but he didn't expect Jin Ying to really do it.

"Back to Your Majesty, the eldest son of the British Duke is named Zhang Zhong, who was born with a crippled left leg, and the left calf is said to have been amputated by Qi Shengsheng, and people can't even stand.

So, this man has never had any famous deeds among the nobles, and it is said that he has never even come out of the British Mansion. ”

Amputation?

Zhu Qizhen recited it silently several times, as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Perhaps, I can get him back on his feet."

Jin Ying was startled when she heard His Majesty muttering a few words.

Well, the legs are gone, and the man can still stand up.

"Jin Ying, find someone to make something for me."

"Something? Your Majesty, what is it? ”

Jin Ying looked surprised.

Zhu Qizhen stared at Jin Ying: "Make a leg." ”

Jin Ying's whole body trembled.

Zhu Qizhen took paper and ink, wrote everything he knew, drew it, and then handed it over to the people below to do.

There was someone in the palace who was busy for two days, and finally came up with a model.

Zhu Qizhen looked at this prosthetic, roughly, not much. Jin Ying's whole body trembled.

Zhu Qizhen took paper and ink, wrote everything he knew, drew it, and then handed it over to the people below to do.

There was someone in the palace who was busy for two days, and finally came up with a model.

Zhu Qizhen looked at this prosthetic, roughly, not much. There was someone in the palace who was busy for two days, and finally came up with a model.

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