Five days later, Zhu Di also came to Miyun with a large group of people, and He Qiu led Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Gaochu to meet him.

Zhu Gaoxu looked at Zhu Di riding on a tall horse, and his tone was excited: "In the future, I will be like my father, both civil and military!" ”

Zhu Gaochi was full of envy, and then looked at his obviously overweight, and lowered his head in distress, not knowing what he was thinking.

He Qiu knew at a glance that Zhu Gaochi, the little fat man, was thinking about something that he didn't have again, so he encouraged him.

"It's okay, you just need to lose more weight. And isn't it quite good to be in charge of logistics lately? ”

Looking at He Qiu with encouragement on his face, Zhu Gaochi mustered up his courage and nodded heavily.

After returning to the camp, Zhu Di didn't bother to meet Zhu Gaochi and the others first, but went to drink a celebration wine with Lan Yu with different thoughts.

In the evening, Zhu Di, who was a little drunk, came to He Qiu's tent, and was not polite at all, and directly asked He Qiu to serve him tea and pour water.

He Qiu pursed his lips, if it weren't for his daughter-in-law's face......

Zhu Di drank some tea, relieved the wine, squinted his eyes slightly, and said.

"He Qiu, do you think these surrendered Mongols are reliable?"

He Qiu smiled, "Reliable, they are very reliable now, I'm afraid that you and Lan Yu will drive them away, and they won't want to go." ”

Zhu Di continued to ask with a smile on his face.

"What do you mean by that?"

He Qiu glanced at Zhu Di twice, this person just pretended to be confused.

"The barbarians are afraid of power but not virtue, and now they are forced to make peace with their swords, but I am afraid that they will not wait for twenty years, and this group of people will rebel against the Ming Dynasty again."

"These are all bloody lessons of history!"

Zhu Di nodded without any surprise and said.

"It's already good, and I don't want Daming to spend any more time on them."

After a pause, he continued.

"Beiyuan has left Daming with a big mess, if you want to reach the kind of world you described, the most important thing you need is time......"

He Qiu nodded silently, isn't it, if you want to step from the Ming Dynasty to the industrial society, it is the simplest steam era, and you don't know how many years of hard work!

He Qiu could only comfort Zhu Di and said, "This is not what you should care about now, it depends on your father." ”

Zhu Di and He Qiu looked at each other for a while, and suddenly laughed, "Yes, yes." ”

Zhu Di quickly asked again: "The imperial court will definitely ask me and Lan Yu for their opinions on how to deal with these Mongol surrenders, do you have any plans in mind now?" ”

He Qiu lowered his head and thought silently.

If it is according to the practice of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, it must be extremely stable, it is also a feudal society, and there is only a gap of more than 200 years, and Mongolia in the Tatar Qing period has not rebelled.

If you want to say that it is unusual, it is not unusual at all, and it is basically a point, marriage.

The royal family of the Tatar Qing Dynasty, and even the emperor's harem, has never lacked the daughters of Mongolian princes, and the princesses of the Qing Dynasty in successive dynasties, oh no, have always had a large tradition of marrying outside Mongolia.

The two sides have been married to each other for many years, forming a situation where you have me and I have you, which is intertwined, and the two sides are like a family.

In addition to marriage, there are also feudal officials, throwing money to reward, and every year Tatar Qing has to throw millions of taels of silver on the Mongolian princes! With money and officials, which Mongol prince is willing to rebel and do the business of killing heads?

But for the Ming Dynasty, which is the ruling class dominated by the Han nation, the practice of marriage cannot be done.

Whether it is Zhu Yuanzhang or Zhu Di, plus the hundred officials of the imperial court, they will not allow the royal blood to be contaminated with foreign blood, but if the son born to the Mongolian princess is not allowed to be the emperor, the contradictions between the two sides will actually increase.

As for the official vows and big rewards, for the now poor Jingle Daming, it is also something that cannot be done, he can't collect tens of millions a year, and he throws millions to Mongolia, and his brain is pumped?

However, the means of implementing the Yellow Religion are worth learning from the Ming Dynasty.

The construction of a large number of lama temples in the Mongolian steppe encouraged the Mongols to believe in religion, and if they believe in religion, they must believe in an afterlife, and if they do not have a good life in this life, they will wait for the next life, which greatly reduces the spirit of resistance of the Mongols.

In addition, these lama temples are fixed, if you believe in religion, it is difficult for Mongolian tribes to move too far, and they generally operate near the lama temple, which is greatly conducive to the central dynasty to control the Mongolian tribes.

As long as you believe in the Yellow Sect, no matter how many brothers there are in the family, you can only leave one to get married and have children at home, and the others will all enter the lama temple and chant the scriptures as monks!

The one who works at home and can get married and have children is tired to death every day; Those who went to the temple to be monks, grew up in the temple since childhood, and the religious atmosphere was strong, and it was difficult for both of these people to rise up to the idea of rebellion, and the grassland was naturally stabilized.

If we follow some measures after the founding of New China, the best thing is to "live in large mixed groups and live in small clusters", but in order to do this, it is necessary for the grassroots to have a great ability to mobilize, and to properly handle the problems of clothing, food, housing, and transportation in the process of relocation.

From He Qiu's point of view, it should be difficult for the current Ming Dynasty to do it, and for foreigners entering the hinterland of China in batches, I am afraid that the princes of the court will also have a lot of doubts in their hearts.

To be more ruthless and learn from the "advanced experience" of Europe and the United States is to turn these Mongols into slaves, and treat the lower and upper strata separately.

Originally, there were many projects to be done in Daming, and if you could get a batch of free labor, it would be a great thing, at least, the cement road that He Qiu wanted to promote, there would be no shortage of people to do.

After thinking about it, He Qiu could only find it difficult to think of a very appropriate solution.

If it is according to He Qiu's real thoughts, there is only one way, to vigorously develop industrial culture, or to develop productive forces.

When the machine gun was invented, the people of the Ming Dynasty would find that the nomads of the grassland were so good at singing and dancing.

Just as He Qiu was still thinking, Zhu Di pushed his body with some confusion and shouted.

"He Qiu? He Qiu?! ”

"Hmm."

He Qiu finally came back to his senses, he looked at Zhu Di, and said the three plans in his heart together.

The main thing is to build temples, let the Mongols believe in religion, isolate the upper and lower levels, and move these Mongols inward, so that they can work for the Ming Dynasty like slaves.

The advantages and disadvantages were also commented on one by one, to see how Zhu Di chosen.

Zhu Di frowned, and listened to He Qiu's plans.

suddenly smiled dumbly, and said to He Qiu: "It turns out that you also have immature times." ”

He Qiu was a little puzzled, and asked rhetorically, "Why are you immature?" ”

Zhu Di nodded at him and said.

"Your previous ideas are very good, but it is obviously unrealistic to ask the Mongolians to help us build water conservancy, open mines, etc.!"

He Qiu was strange, he said in his heart that Zhu Di didn't look like a person with any moral cleanliness, could it be that he felt that this plan was not benevolent enough?

Without waiting for him to ask, Zhu Di smiled and said to him.

"If you put this plan in the court, it will definitely be rejected, and the 'gentlemen' in the court will dislike that this plan cannot demonstrate the benevolence of Confucianism."

"Those who really do things, those who have been in the army will also oppose it, and you don't want to think about it, there are hundreds of thousands of people of different races, in my Ming Dynasty, digging ditches and mining together with tools, once there is turmoil, how terrible it will be!"

"If you want to properly manage these hundreds of thousands of people, the cost of experience is too great, it is better to directly levy and send conscription!"

He Qiu thought about it, it seemed like this.

Many turmoil in history was caused by miners, such as many miners' uprisings in Fujian and Zhejiang during the orthodox period of the Ming Dynasty, which is not a distant thing from now.

So He Qiu smiled a little embarrassedly, "It seems that this is the case, this is what I thought was too simple." ”

Zhu Di's face was full of happiness, and finally let him hit He Qiu again, since He Qiu became Zhu Di's son-in-law, Zhu Di has always wanted to pick a thorn in He Qiu to show his sense of existence.

After all, this son-in-law is too good, and it will make Zhu Di, the old father-in-law, quite unpleasant.

Zhu Di struck a little, and immediately changed his tone.

"However, your previous suggestions are still very useful, especially the matter of the Yellow Sect, I think it is extremely feasible."

He Qiu was proud, this is all historical experience, can it be bad?

However, He Qiu was also very sober-minded, and he said to Zhu Di without worry: "These policies are good, but Huairou's strength is still not enough, I'm afraid that the grassland will still not be stable!" ”

Zhu Di waved his hand extremely domineeringly, and said a little arrogantly: "If he dares to fight again, I will fight again!" ”

He Qiu was quite speechless, how much does it cost to fight a battle, you don't count it yourself?

Can't the imperial court have a little surplus every year and devote all of it to the war in northern Xinjiang, right? In this way, sooner or later, the finances of the imperial court will be dragged down!

He Qiu quickly told Zhu Di about this, who knew that Zhu Di said shamelessly, "Isn't this you?" At least Beiping Dusi and my Yanwang Mansion are not worried about money! ”

He Qiu: "......"

To put it bluntly, now Zhu Di is staring at He Qiu, a sheep, without any subjective initiative at all!

He Qiu couldn't help but speak: "Actually, you have to give me enough craftsmen and enough students to learn my knowledge, so that I can make the grassland people live and work in peace and contentment, and be good at singing and dancing!" ”

"Oh?"

Zhu Di perked up, staring at He Qiu with bright eyes, wanting him to say one, two, three.

He Qiu simply said to him: "Firearms! It's like the kind of machine gun I took out before, do you think with this kind of thing, the steppe people still dare to rebel? ”

"Is it that they give birth faster and give birth more, or do I make guns and bullets faster and more?"

Zhu Di immediately remembered He Qiu's feat of holding AK strafing, if only Da Ming could produce it......

Hiss!

That's really incredible!

Not to mention a mere grassland, that is, the surrounding Annan and North Korea, which one dares to pick up the tiger whiskers of the Ming Dynasty?

Zhu Di asked He Qiu expectantly, "How long will it take to do this?" ”

He Qiu was a little twisted at this time, and made a five-five comparison with a dim sum heart.

Zhu Di asked tentatively, "Five years?" ”

He Qiu shook his head, slumped on the chair helplessly, and said with a long sigh: "Fifty years! This is still the shortest time it takes for the imperial court to fully support people to learn the knowledge of physics and chemistry that I taught! ”

Zhu Di was almost angry with He Qiu to death, fifty years, fifty years later, he Zhu Di is afraid that he will have already entered the ground, even if he is not dead, he is seventy or eighty, this is not the same as saying it in vain?

Zhu Di was very disappointed, and muttered: "It's going to take so long, it's really unreasonable!" ”

He Qiu glanced at him, and said angrily: "Such a big killing weapon, can it be made overnight?" ”

Zhu Di opened his mouth, said nothing, shook his head for a long time, and went back to his tent to rest alone.