. "Who is Cewang Alabutan?" Zhu Jun leaned on the cushion, with a puzzled look on the list of Yinjiugong, looking at his highness's dozens of civil and military officials who came with the army and the tutoring department.

Galdan was defeated and Zhu Jun sat in Liaodong. Within half a month, all tribes and tribes in the south, north, and west of the Moon sent envoys to pay tribute. This was not beyond Zhu Jun's expectations. These small tribes said it was better to Mingzhe to protect themselves, but not to mention it was a group of fence-bearing grass. Following Manchus, Manchus were finished, and finally conquered the Galdans, and then bowed to Galdans to pay tribute. Now the Ming Dynasty has killed Manchus and Galdans, and even the descendant of the Golden Family, Ezhe, who is the opponent of the Ming Dynasty? For these small tribes, it must be gone. At this point, they will not send envoys to pay tribute and ask themselves to be vassals. Isn't that asking for death? There is no need for the Ming Dynasty to send envoys to ask for it. Each tribe came with the best gifts.

However, after being cleaned by the Ming cavalry, these tribes could not produce any good things. The list of gifts was even despised by the poor officials of the Ministry of Rites. Zhu Jun naturally despised him. Zhu Jun was very angry when he saw hundreds of sheepskins. But soon, his attention turned to an inconspicuous corner on the list, which read the Junggar tribe Cewang Alabutan Khan and others. What kind of thing is this Cewang Alabutan? Why did he suddenly become the leader of the Junggar tribe? Zhu Jun asked the officials below while looking at the tributes given by Cewang Alabutan. There was something that aroused his interest, and it clearly stated that there was a head of the Galdan.

Interesting, interesting. Zhu Jun instantly understood what was going on. At this time, the Jinyiwei official stood up and reported: "Emperor Cewang Alabutan is Galdan's nephew. He is not outstanding in the Junggar tribe, so the Pacification Department did not collect too much information from him. If the emperor needs it, the Wei minister will immediately go to register and send a man to inquire."

Zhu Jun waved his hand: "No need, their envoys are here, the alliance is unwilling to go around the corner, so call all the envoys of all ethnic groups and tribes related to the outside world."

Chongzheng Hall was originally the largest palace in the Shenyang Palace. Zhu Jun thought it was too deserted. Therefore, ordinary affairs were handled in Qingning Palace. However, now, more than a dozen tribes from north to south of the Tianshan Mountains, south of the desert, and more than seventy messengers from all over the country were in one after another, but it was obviously quite crowded. Among them were the Hui tribes of Tianshan, Kazakh tribes, Mongolian tribes, and some unknown small tribes. Anyway, those who could be called tribes outside the pass were basically all here. These envoys did not have any shame of defeat. Instead, they walked out of the Ming Dynasty. According to the old habit of treating envoys with favorable treatment, they all thought that this was a fat man. Anyway, everyone knew that whether it was Manchu or Han people. The most important thing in this dynasty was to be decent. They did not value the others. This time they went to pay tribute and pay tribute and lose their heads.

It is impossible. After so many years of founding the Ming Dynasty, I have never heard of killing envoys. However, the reward must be very generous. These envoys received the appointment of the leader, and happily bought some tributes and set off on the road, as if they were outings. That feeling was really comfortable. When we arrived in Shenyang City, although the Ming Dynasty did not have a grand welcome, they arranged food and accommodation for them. Perhaps for the real princes! This treatment was too low, but for these envoys who lived in yurts and ate mutton and horse milk all day long, it was quite grand. As expected, this trip was worth it. In a few days, the envoys gained a lot of weight. They just wanted to live like this for the rest of their lives, eating what they should eat, drinking, and it was time to do things.

The envoys' residences were close, so occasionally everyone would come together to make a total of the matter. The final consensus was that the Emperor of Ming Dynasty wanted face and would not pay attention to the rest. Therefore, if you want to do your job quickly, you would also get some rewards from the Ming Dynasty for the winter. The most urgent thing is to appear to be more humble and naturally, many people would not cry and be poor.

More than eighty messengers who fell all made up their minds. After entering the hall, they knelt down and sang in unison: "Long live the Emperor Tian Khan of the Ming Dynasty.

The official of the Ministry of Rites who had lost more than a year of salary on the side of the hall was very satisfied with the scene in front of him, and secretly praised these people as being quite tactful and finally able to make the scene full of the scene, allowing the people of the world to see the majesty of the Celestial Empire. He even thought that the emperor must be very excited now, the four barbarians came to the court. I am afraid that even Emperor Yongle did not have such a big style.

Zhu Jun sat in a steady state, but he was not as excited as the officials of the Ministry of Rites imagined. He understood more than anyone else that these are actually empty, such as the Heavenly Dynasty and the Heavenly Khan, now they are so happy. Maybe one day when you are weak, you must be sure that these people will rush out to take advantage of the situation. If you don’t have a fist, they will be willing to call you the Heavenly Khan? It’s a joke.

He coughed lowly, moistened his throat and said, "Everyone is free from courtesy. Lian is not those who love politeness. Lian is still happy if you can come to pay tribute, especially the envoys of the Junggar tribe. Well, let Lian come and have a look.

"Emperor Tian Khan of the Ming Dynasty." An envoy stepped out, pressed his chest and bowed his mouth.

Seeing that the Junggar envoy was short and had a normal appearance, Zhu Jun nodded: "What? Your subordinate brought Hildan's head?"

"Yes." The messenger said: "The Junggars have always been vassals of the Ming Dynasty. Galdan usurped my Khan's original Khan and became enemies with the Celestial Empire. The Junggars were a pound of him and regarded him as a thorn in his eyes. Cewang Alabutan Khan was the rightful heir to my Junggar tribe. He was the eldest son of the Xian Khan Sengge. He has successfully become the new Khan under the recommendation of the tribe. This time I came, not only to pay tribute to the Ming Dynasty, but also hoped that the Ming Emperor could issue a gold book and formally enthrone Cewang Alabutan Khan."

Zhu Jun sneered. These Junggar men would shirke the responsibility and pushed everything to Galdan. It was like a tea that made people leave and cold, which became an excuse for the Junggars to push Tan. Now the Junggars are seriously injured, no longer as good as before. The population of the tribe has been reduced by 60%. The threat to the Ming Dynasty has been minimized. With such strength, and thinking about Feng Khan, Zhu Jun smiled and said, "At this time, he paused and continued, "The Union has read the gift list sent by each tribe. Humph, which is the envoy of the Special Ministry of the Welfare?"

A large-scale messenger stood up and said, "Tian Khan, I am the messenger of the Special Ministry of Health."

"One hundred sheep, three hundred cowhides, is this your tribute?" Zhu Jun's face was still smiling. Now he was stern and shouted with a strong voice without anger. After being accused of being a emperor for a long time, he would naturally have some power.

The envoys of the Wei Special Ministry were quite frightened. This was the territory of the Ming Dynasty. His mission was to be the Ming Dynasty. His mission was to be the strongest fist now. However, looking at the posture of the Ming Emperor, it seemed that he was not satisfied with the number of tributes. Small Mongolian tribes like the Wei Special Ministry had no full-time envoys, and they often had to make good friends with others and just received a pound. The nobles in the tribe went there. Of course, it was his first time on an envoy. Not to mention being eloquent, I was afraid that even the etiquette was not known: "Tian Khan". This is the most noble gift of our tribe," he stuttered and asked to explain, but the more he explained, the less he could understand it.

However, the envoys behind looked at each other. To be honest, as long as smart people could see, the Ming Emperor was criticizing the Wei Special Forces on the surface, but his real intention was to hit all tribes.

In fact, if the tributes sent by each division were in the past, they would feel that they were too shivering. This little thing might be given by a nobleman, but these envoys knew their own suffering. Who wouldn't know that you would give a gift to the Ming Dynasty. The Ming Dynasty would give back ten times. So many years ago, when the Ming Dynasty was still there, the vassal states made full efforts to pay tribute in order to get rich rewards. However, the divisions were first robbed by the Junggar people, and then they were killed by the Ming cavalry and killed, killed when they saw people, and taken away when they saw animals, burned and buried on the spot. It was about to be winter, and there were no hairs left in the desert. These tributes were still pieced together.

But this kind of thing cannot be said. Who dares to report to Tian Khan in front of this palace? Don’t think there are too few tributes. It’s because Tian Khan’s army burned, killed all our cattle and sheep on our grassland, and burned all the food we had stored for the winter. Now we can’t even get rid of the pot and are still waiting for the Tian Dynasty to help us. What’s this the case?

Finally, an envoy couldn't hold it anymore. In fact, they were also anxious. In fact, winter was about to begin, but the food stored was less than 20% of the previous years. The grassland has not been peaceful in the past few years, and this year it has made even worse. If no one helps, countless people in this tribe would starve to death. This year's war has lost a lot of people. If they continue to starve, when will it be?

"Yao Khan, although we have few gifts, we have been in charge of the Ming Dynasty but are sincere. Now the grassland has been invaded by the Junggars. All tribes can no longer be exposed. These gifts are squeezed out from the teeth of the tribes of the tribes. Please don't blame the leader of the Kazakh tribe. This time, Baihak was the first tribe leader who took people to escape in the battle of Shenyang. He knew that he had killed the Junggars and committed it.

In Western Xinjiang, although the Junggars resented Galdan and his tribes had fallen into a doomed land, they also had the same resentment towards Baihak. They believed that if Baihak had not fled first, the situation might not have been defeated in one face. Therefore, Baihak, who was in Western Xinjiang, felt great pressure. Although the Junggars were defeated, the lean camel was bigger than his horse. If the Junggars sent troops to seek revenge in the future, it would not be fun.

Because of such concern, Baihak decided to go to the Ming Dynasty to pay homage to the pound of the Ming Dynasty. He always had to climb this big tree so that he could find a good backer for himself so that the Junggars would not dare to act rashly. So, the leader of the Bu tribe from the Western Xinjiang came in person, and when he saw the Ming Emperor Long Yanfu angry, he immediately came out to explain, but he used some tricks in this explanation, hiding all the burning, killing and looting of the Ming Dynasty, and only mentioned the robbery of the Junggars.

As soon as Baihak finished speaking, except for the Junggar envoy, the commissar of Gong'er nodded and said that he had said that he had been terrified. He began to pour out bitter water, and the dynasty of the court was old. He was ashamed of the meeting of complaints. These envoys knew that children who could cry had milk, one pound. His face seemed miserable, and he said in detail how their tribe was invaded by the Junggar people and how the oppressed the Junggar people were. Every word was bloody and tears were mixed with helplessness. If others were others, they would probably cry.

Only Zhu Jun knew the most clearly. These people did not dare to mention the Ming Dynasty sweeping the desert. They only picked up the Junggars to criticize them. In fact, they were bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. At this time, if they didn't find a scapegoat, wouldn't they be sorry for themselves?

Zhu Jun laughed in his heart. He originally thought it was to watch the fun. Anyway, they blamed the Junggars for having nothing to do with him, but later on, the situation gradually became out of control. After complaining, one of the messengers said in tears that the Ming Dynasty had at least some food to help these poor guys. Zhu Jun couldn't sit still. For the nomadic tribes outside the pass, Zhu Jun had always adopted a policy of suppression. What's wrong with starving to death. Could it be that these people were fattened and then invaded the borders of the Ming Dynasty? It would be absolutely impossible to get any gratitude to give them some food. It was too late to weaken them as much as possible, let alone any relief.

Zhu Jun was about to refuse, but his every move fell into Zhou Mubai's eyes on the side of the hall. Zhou Mubai immediately stood up and said: "Your Majesty, there is a batch of grain stored in Liaodong City for a large military cost. Now that the northern border is pacified, all the troops must return to the pass. Why don't you just send this batch of grain to each department?"

"Oh?" Zhu Jun probably knows Zhou Mubai's personality better than anyone else. This guy is the type who will never suffer any loss. If he had no other ideas, he would not be so generous: "What Zhou Aiqing said is exactly, but this northern border is a place of recurrence after all. Who knows when there will be a rebellion again. In the future, it will be necessary to mobilize many troops.

Zhu Jun tacitly made a difficult move. Just when Zhou Mubai made his idea, Zhou Mubai stood up with a firm smile and said, "The emperor is a kind king. How can he see the miserable miserables outside the pass? Although the four barbarians are willing to be stubborn, my heavenly dynasty establishes the country with virtue and brings the world to the fore. The emperor, the empress, the empress, begs the emperor to be sure to be with the good barbarians. If my heavenly dynasty is dripping with rain and dew, I can save countless creatures."

Zhou Mubai talked with a graceful look. His momentum seemed to be a Bi Gan who advised King Zhou. Those envoys who could understand Chinese could not help but admire Zhou Mubai when they heard Zhou Mubai's words, and felt that Zhou Mubai was simply a living Bodhisattva.

Zhu Jun scolded Zhou Mubai in his heart. This guy pretended to be sad and pity, and it was obvious that he was the one who was a sarcastic emperor and asked him to find a dignified emperor to be the bad guy. He coughed and deliberately made a hesitant look.

Zhou Mubai then turned around and said to the envoys: "The food of the Celestial Empire is not picked up. Since you want food, the Celestial Empire will naturally not let your tribe members starve to death. However, some of the regulations must be made clear first. Those who are willing to receive food, but no one will force them to receive food if they are unwilling to receive it."

The messengers all raised their ears. For them, food is a huge matter. Without food, many people will starve to death. Once there is a famine, the grassland will fall into chaos. Each tribe has no food, and each tribe is in danger of starvation. Therefore, at this time, the usual practice on the grassland is to loot before winter comes. It is impossible to loot the pass and Liaodong and not enough time. In the end, the target of all tribes is locked on their side, and the tribes they are near.

Then, a major robbery officially began. Everyone is a robber and may become a robber at any time. Countless tribes attack and kill each other, perhaps just for a few or hundreds of cattle and sheep. The mutual massacre often lasts for a winter. After winter, the population on the entire prairie will be reduced to less than 30% due to killing and hunger, and the real disaster will begin.

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Almost all tribes still remember the horror of the grassland. At the end of Yongle, the entire grassland was filled with a great famine, and thousands of people died, one pound, and the hatred between tribes continued to accumulate, and finally broke out. The Mongols broke into pieces and entered a long-term civil war.

Therefore, for these people, as long as the conditions of the Ming Dynasty do not violate the bottom line of tribe survival, as long as the Ming Dynasty is willing to give them food to spend the winter, then everything can be discussed carefully. Food is their most fundamental interest.,,,,

The Mongolians solved it, hey, and finally officially entered the final stage of this book and conquered the world. Brother has been writing for so long. To be honest, the plot seems a little simpler and not delicate enough. I am now studying the techniques of the masters of history. Try to write better for everyone. Fortunately, this book has never been updated since Bajin and Yueshu. This is also the most proud thing about the author. As for the others, I will slowly improve it and strive to not disappoint my friends who have been subscribed and silently voted for support.
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