Chapter 8 Zhuoba’s Return to Heart (2)

"Come on, remove the shackles for Mr. Zhuo." Zhou Huaian remembered Zhu Yinglong's order and ordered people to open the shackles that locked Zhuoba's hands and feet.

Zhuoba had no trace of shock on his face, and he let the jailer take the keys to open and take away the shackles on his hands and feet.

"Aren't the general afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?" Zhuoba reacted to Zhou Huaian's expectations, and asked with a smile.

"The person who caught me may not know that I am also a martial arts practitioner." Zhuoba said to himself.

"So what?" Zhou Huaian smiled. Although he was not a top master, he was not a piece of paper to be the leader of the guards and the leader of the shadow. He was definitely a little confident in his martial arts.

"It seems that there are hidden dragons and creeping tigers in the Ming Dynasty. Zhuoba has a request?" Zhuoba suddenly turned around and said.

"What request?" Zhou Huaian paused and asked.

"Can Zhuoba meet the general who captured me?" Zhuoba was very curious about who captured him, how did this small army be trained, and who was the leader, but unfortunately no one could tell him.

"This?" Zhou Huaian was a little embarrassed. The Special Warfare Brigade was considered the most mysterious army in the Ming Dynasty. Although he knew some things, the Great Inner Guard and the Special Warfare Brigade did not belong to the same system, so he had no right to agree to Zhuoba.

"If the general is embarrassed, forget it." Zhuobacha's expressions had already seen that Zhou Huaian did not have the power, and he understood.

"Old Zhuo forgive me. Maybe you have met the emperor and the old man. You can mention this request to him. Maybe you have a chance." Zhou Huaian couldn't help but develop a slight affection for Zhuoba.

Walking out of the gate of the Ministry of Justice Prison, a specially made carriage was already waiting outside. Zhuoba and Zhou Huaian got on the car together and got into the car.

The carriage was very spacious, and no one felt crowded when they came in. Zhuoba and Zhou Huaian were sitting face to face, and the carriage slowly started and turned into the streets in the capital.

"Zhuoba is rude and has never asked the general's name?" After getting in the car, Zhuoba spoke first.

"Old Zhuo is polite. My surname is Zhou, whose name is Huai'an, and he is currently the commander of the Imperial Guard and the Imperial Guard." Zhou Huai'an, as the master, seemed restrained than Zhuoba, who was a "guest prisoner". It can be seen that Huai'an is one level lower than Zhuoba this week.

"At a young age, he is in the third rank, not arrogant or impatient, it's difficult, it's difficult!" Although Zhuoba's praise was a bit deliberate, it was indeed from the heart. Zhou Huaian's feeling was as if the guest and host were reversed. Zhuoba's praise made him a little happy. If Zhuoba saw Zhou Huaian's current expression, he would definitely think of a person. This kind of natural charm and makes people unconsciously influenced by his charm. Zhuoba may not be able to reach that level of unconsciousness, but at least his easy-goingness, humility and calmness made him turn the tables, allowing him to guide Zhou Huaian to do some of his behaviors according to his own ideas.

"Old Zhuo, before meeting the emperor, let me accompany Mr Zhuo to visit the capital?" Zhou Huaian said.

"General Zhou is really good at it. Zhuoba came to the capital once more than ten years ago. He still remembers it freshly. I don't know how much changes the capital has changed over the past ten years. I was just about to meet him." Although Zhuoba's emotions were very well suppressed, the speed of his speech could still be heard.

When he lifted the curtains on both sides of the carriage, the carriage became much brighter. Looking through the windows, the prosperous scene on the street deeply shocked Zhuoba's eyes, and the orderly sequencing, and there were many hawking sounds one after another. This cannot be fake, because he could see from a person's eyes that their smiles were real. Suddenly, Zhuoba found something strange in the window hole of the carriage, and the scene outside seemed a little blurry. He reached out to touch it and found that his hand was blocked by a layer of smooth and transparent things. He was shocked and hurriedly shrank his hand and said, "What's going on? Why can't I reach out?"

Zhou Huaian saw Zhuo Ba's surprised look and laughed, "Old Zhuo, this is glass, which is transparent and does not affect the light, but can shelter from wind and rain. The layer above just now was water vapor, so it looked a little blurry outside. Wipe it with a cloth and it will be bright!" As he said that, Zhou Huaian demonstrated the action of wiping the glass. In a moment, Zhuo Ba could clearly see the lively street scene outside again.

"What is glass?" Zhuoba was surprised. He had been traveling around the country for many years. He had seen a transparent glass cup, but this smooth and transparent glass, and it was the first time he had seen it.

"I can't explain this, either. You will definitely know it in the future." Zhou Huaian knew that his eloquence was limited, so he could probably be confused by his explanation, so he simply left his thoughts to Zhuoba and let him figure it out for himself.

Zhuoba was indeed attracted by this new thing and most of his mind. On the next journey, he just listened to Zhou Huaian's clumsy explanation silently. The capital was more prosperous and more beautiful than more than ten years ago. People came and went on the streets and could hear dialects from all over the place. Zhuoba traveled around the world in his early years. It can be said that his footprints were left everywhere in the Ming Dynasty. It can be regarded as a living map. Although some of his understanding was still more than ten years ago, he was sitting in a carriage. Through the glass, he could feel that the hearts of the people in Beijing had changed drastically. Happiness, contentment and the smile from the heart were all revealed inadvertently. When will the people in Miaojiang live such a life? Zhuoba's sense of responsibility surged in his heart again. It seemed that he could not cut off everything.

The carriage slowly drove into Xihuamen, "Zhuoba, what do you think of Beijing City now?" Zhou Huaian asked.

Zhuoba had already regained his mind at this moment, as if he knew that Zhou Huaian would ask this question, and replied with a smile: "In the past ten years, Zhuoba almost didn't recognize Beijing City now."

To convince a person, it is useless to just open his mouth. A person who is extremely intelligent and extremely calm like Zhuoba is the most difficult to convince. Zhu Yinglong knew that his eloquence had not reached the level of eloquence. The only way was to speak from facts. The real thing was much more credible than the splendor of a mouth. Zhuoba had long seen this. There were not many questions asked by Zhou Huaian that he wanted to ask himself, and someone deliberately told him to ask, and it was easy to see from the abrupt and sudden questions.

Zhou Huaian led Zhuoba into a side hall in Yangxin Hall, explained it to him, and went to Nanshu to report.

Zhu Yinglong listened in detail to Zhou Huaian's narration about him accompanying Zhuoba all the way to visit Beijing City, and he had a rough impression of Zhuoba. Of course, he also heard from Zhou Huaian's words that he had a good impression of Zhuoba, which made Zhu Yinglong go from curiosity to surprise. What kind of person Zhuoba is, which actually makes him impressed by his personal charm as soon as he accepts him. At the same time, he can't help but feel a little competitive. Hong Chengchou can compete with Zhuoba. Could it be that he, a person three hundred years later, the current Emperor of Ming Dynasty, can't do it?

After waiting for about a cup of tea, the gate of the side hall was pushed open again. Two people walked in. A young man in front of him was dressed in luxurious clothes and square faces, with a kind of maturity that was not in line with his age. His eyes were clear and bright, revealing a trace of extraordinary aura. Although he was not a handsome man, he walked towards him with a smile on his lips. His steps were light but steady. Zhuoba's mind flashed and he knew who this person was.

Zhou Huaian followed closely behind, and there were only three of them in the entire side hall.

"Old Zhuo, why don't you come forward to visit the emperor?" Zhou Huaian saw that Zhuoba had not made any move when he saw Zhu Yinglong, so he hurriedly stepped forward and whispered in Zhuoba's ear.

"Zhuoba knelt on the sky and the ground, kneeled on the Ming King, kneeled on the Buddha, but the emperor who would not kneel on the Han people." Zhuoba looked directly at Zhu Yinglong and obviously did not take Zhou Huaian's reminder to heart.

"Zhuoba, you must not be rude!" Zhou Huaian was quite annoyed when he saw Zhuoba so rude. Even if he still had a slight affection for the old man, he could not tolerate such disobedient words. This is the kind of fundamental he insisted on, and he would not give up because of anyone.

"It's okay, Zhou Huaian, please retreat aside for the time being. I have something to say to this old Mr. Zhuoba." Zhu Yinglong was not angry. If anyone in this time and space could tolerate it, he would have a grudge in the future. He didn't. He and Zhuoba were actually the same type of people. When he was an incompetent writer in the past, he had this temper. He thought he had no other name in the world and refused to cater to him. The last time he went to the PU Street was to stick to himself. Zhuoba in front of him looked like the bad temper himself before.

Zhou Huaian retreated aside in disappointment, while Zhu Yinglong and Zhuoba each saw a hint of appreciation from each other's eyes, feeling quite sympathetic.

"Mr. Zhuo just said that I am the emperor of the Han people. Did you say this wrong?" Zhu Yinglong asked.

"Isn't it?" Zhuoba looked at Zhu Yinglong calmly and said.

"Yes, I am indeed the emperor of the Han people, but I am also the emperor of you Miao people." Zhu Yinglong looked straight at the other party with a clear look, and there was no trace of anger.

"Absurd!" Zhuoba was a little angry.

"From the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, after the Xia, Shang, Zhou, the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, to the Qin Shihuang unification of China, Emperor Gaozu of Han overthrew the violent Qin. In fact, the Han people are just a general term for the fusion of various races. Many disappearing races have always existed, but no one is willing to pursue the roots. There are also descendants of Li Tang among you Miao people. Li Tang was once a powerful dynasty. Could you ask, was Li Tang the emperor of the Han people?"

"This..." Zhuoba was a little speechless. He could not have thought that Zhu Yinglong would talk about history to him, trace the roots of the nation, and grasp the words in his words.

"Actually, Han, Meng, Miao, Hui, and Tibetan are all descendants of Yan and Huang. Mr. Zhuo always emphasizes the division between Han, Miao and the thousand-year disputes, and they are all their own people and their own people. Does Mr. Zhuo think this is worth it?"

The height of the station is different, and the problem is naturally different. Although Zhuoba is also an outstanding wise man in this time and space, his vision of looking at problems is limited by Miao and Han himself, of course, this is also caused by the social environment. In such a harsh living environment, the first thing that comes to mind is to change his life, and then he will think of others. Although Zhuoba is a great wise man, he has to face reality.

Zhuoba couldn't find a suitable word to call Zhu Yinglong. If he called him "Emperor", it would be equivalent to identifying his identity as an Miao emperor, and it would be equivalent to admitting that everything he had done before was a rebellious act.

Zhu Yinglong saw Zhuoba's embarrassment and said, "If Mr. Zhuo doesn't know how to call me, he can call me Mr. Zhu."

Zhuoba was grateful, but he didn't give up easily and asked calmly: "It is true that as Mr. Zhu said, Han and Miao were originally one of the descendants of Yan and Huang, and their status should be equal. So why did the Han people oppress the Miao people? Could it be that just because the Han people became emperors, can they do whatever they want?"

"I won't answer this question for now, but I want to ask Mr. Zhuo, if the Miao people occupy the beautiful country in the Central Plains and become the emperor, how would he treat the Han people?" Zhu Yinglong asked back.

Zhuoba looked stunned. He seemed to have never thought about this question. How many days had he learned dialectics? Looking at the problem from both positive and negative aspects, he indeed walked Zhuoba in. As soon as he came up, Zhu Yinglong seized the initiative.

Zhuoba's counterattack soon arrived, and he only heard him say, "If I, Miao people, occupy the throne and become the emperor, I will naturally not oppress the Han people and people of other races. We Miao people have experienced this kind of pain of being bullied by ourselves. How could the pain of being implicated on others?"

"Okay, there is an example in front of you. More than two hundred years ago, Emperor Taizu raised an army to resist the Yuan Dynasty and established the Ming Dynasty. In the early days of the founding of the country, Emperor Taizu once said: "For example, although Mongolia, Semu, although not the Chinese race, was born between heaven and earth, those who could know etiquette and righteousness and were willing to be subjects were no different from those of the Chinese people." But later, in February of the first year of Hongwu, Emperor Taizu issued an edict to restore Tang style clothes and clothes, which banned the use of "Hu clothing, Hu language, and Hu surnames". After many Mongolians and Semu people entered the officialdom, they changed their names to Han surnames. Later, Emperor Taizu felt that this move was contrary to the "the way of the previous kings in charge of the clan", so he ordered "ban Mongolia, and Semu people changed their names." Emperor Taizu also banned Mongolia, and Semu people were in their original state.

The people who marry each other within the ethnic group, the "Da Ming Law" stipulates: "Any Mongolians, Seminar people, must be willing to marry each other and not allow them to marry each other. Violators will be 80, and men and women will become slaves. The Han people do not want to marry each other, and those who are not willing to marry each other, and those who are not willing to marry each other, obey these people, and there is no restriction on the restrictions." Mr. Zhuo is knowledgeable and believes that these are clearer than me. You Miao people have a custom of not intermarrying with Miao and Han. Use this example to illustrate that even if the Miao people live in the country, other ethnic groups will still be replaced by other ethnic groups in a few hundred years. Perhaps the Han people or other ethnic groups will be repeated like this. Mr. Zhuo thinks that such a result is what we descendants of Yan and Huang want to see?"

After Zhu Yinglong finished speaking, he looked at Zhuoba at this. In fact, these considerations were not mature. But he said it first. Zhuoba could only be regarded as a guide. The real understanding was only by himself. In fact, since the Han Dynasty, no matter who is the emperor, he adopted a policy of restraint against ethnic minorities. On the surface, it was for the sake of harmonious coexistence, but in fact one side discriminated against himself. The other side first protected itself, and when he found that he could not survive, he would resist.

The result is that every few hundred years the Central Plains land needs to be chaotic, and then there will be a huge power reshuffle. Of course, this cycle of reincarnation has greatly enhanced the integration of the nation and its resilience to fight against foreign forces, and has also created a brilliant military civilization. Even historians in later generations cannot tell whether this is good or bad. At least Zhu Yinglong believes that his benefits should come to an end, and the disadvantages gradually become prominent, and the reincarnation should end this cycle of reincarnation.

Although Zhu Yinglong's words were not a guide, Zhuoba saw a road that could not be seen clearly. He didn't know whether this road could be taken. In addition, Zhu Yinglong's words seemed to have a trace of denial of his ancestors, which made Zhuoba confused. It seemed that the young man in front of him looked higher and farther than him. Such a ridiculous but seemingly factual situation actually appeared on a young man under twenty years old. It was incredible. Before he knew it, Zhuoba found that he was actually influenced by someone to think, which made him feel scared and at the same time he had a little more anticipation. He knew that as a king of a country, he didn't have so much time to chat with a prisoner at the bottom, and it was at this moment that he decided his destiny.

In fact, Zhu Yinglong relied on the knowledge of later generations and his own thoughts, and had been pieced together for a little essence for three hundred years to achieve such an effect.

"Since Mr. Zhu knows this, why do you still have to kill Miao and Han? "Zhuoba asked a very 'unsky' question.

"Old Zhuo, the imperial army marched into Huguang to quell the rebellion. I also issued a special order to let Zuo Liangyu detour through Xiangxi. This is actually the first one to take on. Wu Heimiao is very ambitious and has a perverse personality. He is not a wise ruler. The Miao people and him have only one way to die." Zhu Yinglong laughed.

Zhuoba's old face turned slightly red. They took the war first, and he still voted in favor at that time.

"How do you plan to deal with the Miao people in Miaojiang, western Hunan?" Zhuoba asked.

"Has Huang Zongxi mentioned it to Mr. Zhuo?" Zhu Yinglong was very surprised. He thought that Hong Chengchou, Huang Zongxi and others should have mentioned that ethnic policy to Zhuoba.

"Zhuoba is a criminal of the imperial life. It is impossible for ordinary people to meet each other. The one Mr. Zhu said should be the young Miao minister. I have only seen him once, but I have never seen him again since then." Zhuoba's memory is still hidden deep. He seemed to be able to see the shadow of Zhu Yinglong from Huang Zongxi.

"So that's it, I understand." Zhu Yinglong suddenly realized, "Before Huang Zongxi went to western Hunan, I gave him three ethnic policies. At that time, the time was rushed and not detailed. First, the nations were equal, regardless of size, and were all people of the Ming Dynasty. Second, all ethnic groups had complete equality in all rights, including education, imperial examinations, etc. Third, all ethnic groups must comply with the corresponding taxes and military service stipulated by the court."

"What Mr. Zhu said is true?" Zhuoba knew that Wu Hei Miao would definitely lose, but in this way, the people of Miaojiang would not know how much suffering they would suffer, and he was also very concerned about it.

"Since ancient times, you have no jokes. Don't Mr. Zhuo believe me?" Zhu Yinglong knew that the line of defense in Zhuoba's heart was a little loose. Although what they just talked about was illusory, these three ethnic policies were real. If it was about to be implemented, the trend of great ethnic integration was unstoppable, and the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty was reappearing, and the coming of all countries was not a castle in the air.

"If Mr. Zhu can sincerely implement these three policies, Zhuoba is willing to bow to you three times and never return to Miaojiang." Zhuoba said resolutely.

"There is no need to bow to my head. I will never be Miaojiang. Wouldn't it be that you can't return to your roots? I'm cruel? I did such a thing, but I lacked a national policy consultant around me. I wonder if Mr. Zhuo is interested in surrendering?" Zhu Yinglong said with an olive branch.

"National Policy Consultant?" Zhuoba obviously failed to understand the meaning of this new term, and Zhu Yinglong's demeanor was far from comparable to Wu Heimiao. Unfortunately, why didn't he meet the other party earlier? In fact, Zhuoba had quietly agreed with Zhu Yinglong in his heart.

Zhu Yinglong had the idea of ​​forming a think tank for a long time. A person's intelligence is always limited. Sun Chengzong and others have positions and are too busy to do anything, so they have no time to help him out. Recently, he felt that his brainpower was not enough. If there were such a group of intelligent national policy consultants who could ask at any time, wouldn't they save a lot of troubles and help find out what they lacked? Zhuoba was the first person to recruit national policy consultants.

"I just have any difficult problems. You can ask a wise man like you, Mr. Zhuo, how to solve it." Zhu Yinglong explained in a simple way.

"Isn't it just a military advisor?"

"I am a military advisor, but I have no decision-making power, only advice power." Zhu Yinglong nodded, "And there is no official or no rank, but every month I will give you living allowances from your own money. How much depends on your ability, how?"

Zhuoba thought for a while, and finally nodded and agreed. He nodded in response to the three ethnic policies.
Chapter completed!