Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 1113 Transformation

Liao.

When the cold current from Siberia blew, the entire Liao Kingdom was already plunged into a world of ice and snow.

On the spacious road, pedestrians pulled camels and wore woolen clothes, trembling and trembling as they headed towards Yujing City.

There are a series of footprints left on the official road, which are endless and seem to be endless.

"Gadir!"

In the wind and snow, a row of stone houses lined the roadside, and there was a lot of noise coming from under the thick curtains. Stables and livestock were densely packed, and there was constant humming.

Suddenly, the thick curtain was opened, and the noise immediately stopped.

Heads turned around one by one, and the excitement immediately started again.

"Hey, guest, please come in!"

At this time, the clerk came over with a smile on his face.

Listening to the slightly awkward Chinese, Zhu Cunheng smiled slightly: "Your Chinese is quite standard!"

"Look what you said, this is in the city of Samarkand, but it's the capital of the country!"

The guy said with a smile, his beard was extremely conspicuous.

Zhu Cunhuan smiled softly: "Find a seat!"

Immediately, several people looked around and found only half a table, with a 40-year-old bearded man sitting on it.

"How about you wait?"

"No need." Zhu Cunhuan shook his head and sat down, not caring that his fur clothes were dirty.

"Sir, what do you want to eat? The mutton soup here is very authentic, as well as naan bread, haggis, hand rice, barbecue, meatloaf..."

The guy said politely, his eyes unconsciously drifting to the strong men behind him.

It looks like a guard, and is extremely strong.

"Is there any wine?"

As soon as these words came out, silence appeared again.

The waiter smiled awkwardly: "Sir, you are joking. We are all religious and we don't have any wine."

Zhu Cunhuan raised his eyebrows.

Realizing that the guest officer was unhappy, he immediately said:

"But we have fruit water here."

"Oh?"

"Bring it up, along with a bowl of mutton soup and a plate of barbecue."

"Okay!" The guy smiled and turned to leave.

At this time, two guards followed closely behind.

"Here, you can't enter the kitchen."

"I need to ensure safety!" the guard said in pure native language, and took out two silver coins from his arms.

"Of course." The guy immediately smiled.

But here, when Zhu Cunhuan lit up the fruit wine, the prying eyes from all around him could not be stopped, and all of them had bad intentions.

But he didn't take it seriously.

The big man sitting opposite him glared angrily. Unfortunately, as soon as he stood up, he was frightened by several guards.

He had to leave.

At this time, the fruit wine was served.

Food is a close second.

"Tsk, tsk, not bad!" Smelling the aroma of wine and eating barbecue, Zhu Cunhuan felt very calm.

Instead, he sighed in his heart: It seems that it is indeed difficult to break through the canon rules.

Just when he was halfway through eating, someone suddenly sat down and said, "Friend, can you lend me a sip of juice?"

"Of course." Zhu Cunhuan was still very happy. He poured half of the fruit wine and said to him: "Why, you are a believer like this."

It was a mandarin, but it was spoken smoothly.

"Of course." The man said matter-of-factly, and then took a sip of the wine: "But this is juice!"

As he spoke, he turned his head and whispered: "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have the chance to drink this."

He laughed loudly and drank to himself, squinting his eyes with a look of enjoyment.

He had no intention of using the meatloaf and barbecue in front of him.

"Eat!" Zhu Cunhuan tasted the broth, and all the meatloaf and barbecue were brought in front of him.

"Thank you and may the Lord bless you!"

The man thanked him with a smile and started eating: "Although there are many sheep here, the meat is hard to eat and very expensive!"

Zhu Cunhuan suddenly took out silver cents and silver yuan from the table: "How do you use this?"

"Han money? We use it quite a lot here, and a lot of it comes from the west and south, but the style is not that exquisite, so although everyone hates Han people, they make do with it."

Seeing the man in front of him taking big bites of meat pie, Zhu Cunhuan smiled: "Why do you hate Han people?"

His face was relaxed, but his heart became serious.

"Hey, you can't say that you are Han."

"You've been drinking, why can't you tell me?"

Zhu Cunhuan continued.

"Forget it, for the sake of these fairies, I'll just say it!"

The man said bluntly: "In this country, although it is a country, it is just a territory of your Han people. Just like the original Bukhara Khanate, they are all rulers from the east."

"Even though some good policies have been introduced, the unique language, writing, customs, clothing, and even appearance create deep barriers."

"No one wants to agree with it from the bottom of their hearts."

As he said that, the man pointed at the wine and said: "It is said that this wine cannot be drunk according to the teachings, and the reason why I dare to drink it is because when I see your guards, they don't dare to mess around..."

Zhu Cunhuan laughed, but quickly stopped and sat upright: "Is there anything I can do?"

"This little wine is not worth enough."

The man ate alone, smiled, and said nothing more.

Zhu Cunhuan didn't ask any questions, just watched him eat, his thoughts changing.

Sure enough, within ten steps, there must be fragrant grass, and within the four seas, isn't there anything wonderful?

He was not ignorant of the plight in Liao.

On the contrary, he deeply understood the hardships involved.

During the four or five years since its establishment, the Liao Kingdom relied on nothing more than military conquest. Even large-scale efforts to encourage farming and business were far from enough.

It will take a lot of time to assimilate in the future, at least ten years.

People are prone to misfortune and good fortune, and he can't wait for such a long time to practice internally.

The Liao Kingdom is not domestic, but outside the country. Once something big or small happens, it will be dangerous for the Liao Kingdom.

Jia Daihua will return to China next year, and major military and political affairs will be completely controlled by him. Under such circumstances, it is difficult for him to have such confidence.

It is imperative that a means is needed to speed up assimilation.

And the person in front of him is likely to give him the answer.

Thousands of gold, even more than ten thousand gold.

After a while, the man in front of him was full and burped.

"I'm full, thanks again!"

After speaking, he got up and left.

Zhu Cunhuan followed closely behind him, almost staying close to him.

Outside, the wind was freezing, snowflakes were already flying, and the traces on the ground were almost buried.

I found a stable where it came from, found a mule, took it out, fed it a handful of beans, and led it away.

Only then did he realize that Zhu Cunhuan was following him. "This noble man, why are you talking to a poor man like me who is just drinking wine?"

"You haven't told me the method yet!" Zhu Cunhuan said with a smile: "Since you don't tell me, then I must follow you."

"Why bother?" The man said helplessly: "Although you are a noble person, to the entire Liao Kingdom, you are nothing more than an ant."

"In Chinese, meat-eaters are despicable and have no vision. The best we can do is eat and drink."

"If things work out, there won't be many benefits, but if things don't work out, you will have to bear this responsibility."

After saying this, Zhu Cunhuan smiled softly and continued to follow.

After a hundred steps, the man stopped, unable to hide the helplessness on his face.

"Okay, let me tell you!"

The man said truthfully: "On the surface, the Han people rule the entire Liao Kingdom, but in fact, over the past few hundred years, both the Mongols and the Tatars have been just superficial."

"The Holy Religion, the priests, are the only one. They will not change due to the change of the country's masters, because no one will win over them."

Zhu Cunhuan nodded: "Can you leave your name? I will definitely visit you in the future."

As he said that, he took out his wallet, threw about thirty yuan in it, and then left laughing.

The man was dumbfounded.

When we returned to the palace, it was already snowing heavily, there were no pedestrians on the road, and it was completely silent.

"Yu Jing!"

Zhu Cunhuan looked back at the street and whispered.

"Tell the queen that I won't go to the bedroom today. I want to sleep in Changchun Palace!"

As he said this, he asked someone to find the specific information about the Peace Sect.

One night passed, and when the sky dawned, the candles had not been extinguished. To Zhu Cunhuan, it seemed that only a moment had passed.

"Your Majesty, it's dawn!"

"Oh!" Zhu Cunhuan stretched and yawned: "Forget it, tell the courtiers that there will be no court meeting today. Let's take a day off!"

"Bring me breakfast now!"

After a while, some steaming breakfast was served, including steamed buns and local mutton soup.

Unlike ordinary mutton soup, the mutton here must be tender lamb that is under [-] years old.

"Phew, it tastes good!"

Zhu Cunhuan exhaled, the hot soup was warm, and he felt much more energetic.

At this time, he stood up, opened the curtains, and saw the masonry palace walls.

"Master, it's cold!"

"It's okay!" Zhu Cunhuan exhaled hotly, feeling full of emotion in his heart.

The Peace Sect has a history of only a thousand years, but it is as wonderful as Buddhism and Taoism.

Nowadays, it is roughly divided into three sects, Sunni, Shiye and Sufism.

The difference between the Sunni and the Shiite sect is that the Shiite sect only recognizes the descendants of Muhammad as caliphs, while the Sunni also recognizes foreign rule.

However, in 1502, the Shiite sect emerged in the Safavid dynasty of Persia and began to compromise. Among them, the Twelve Imam sect emerged and recognized the Imam as the successor leader of Muhammad.

Sufism is a mystical school that requires asceticism and abstinence as a method of spiritual practice.

Today's Liao Kingdom inherited from the Bukhara Khanate, was influenced by Persia, and was also a Shiye sect.

"Compromise?"

Thinking of this, Zhu Cunhuan sighed, and then said firmly: "We can only let him compromise."

In response, he called Jia Daihua and several assistant ministers to discuss the sect.

In this regard, Jia Daihua was in line with the habits of martial artists and said bluntly: "This Shiye sect is quite obedient. If it doesn't obey, it will just use troops."

"Can it affect us? The Han people don't believe this!"

Before Zhu Cunhuan spoke, Gao Lianyun on the side said: "If the Han people stay in the Liao Kingdom for a long time, I am afraid they will also be affected. If this cannot be solved, will the Liao Kingdom without the Han people still be the Liao Kingdom?"

Zhu Cunhuan was silent.

The Peace Sect requires that ancestors cannot be worshiped, which is absolutely unacceptable to him.

This is not only about his legitimacy, but also a forced distortion of his character.

As the King of Liao, he should do whatever he wants instead of giving in.

Some other food taboos are not that big of a deal, but habits like circumcision are equally uncomfortable.

At the same time, for the Han people and the king, there were countless constraints.

“A lot needs to change.”

Zhu Cunhuan said truthfully: "The Peace Cult has been embedded in the bone marrow of the people of Liao. It cannot be removed at all, so we can only change it."

"I understand that there are many factions in the Shiye Sect. Why don't we support someone who obeys us?"

"Are you saying that supporting a doctrine is suitable for us?"

Several people were surprised.

I have to say that this idea is surprising, and it also feels very possible.

The Han system, which only wants tens of thousands of people to support the rule of millions of believers in the Liao Kingdom, can only suppress it temporarily and must go with the general trend.

"In the past, Dong Zhongshu created the telepathy between heaven and humans, which was a change in Confucianism. Why can't this Shiye send a Dong Zhongshu?"

These words make people think deeply.

Immediately, everyone recognized this and supported the behavior of King Liao.

But after a few days, even though they searched in every possible way, there were many compromisers, but none of them were satisfied.

At this time, Zhu Cunhuan remembered the wise man from the previous two days.

Ahaide is at home, enjoying the warmth of family.

As a businessman, he has three wives and five or six children. He is a typical sectarian family, and it is more than enough to support them.

"Master, someone is looking for you!"

"Oh?" the servant reported.

Ahaide then raised his head: "Send it away!"

At this time, the door was suddenly opened, and a group of strong men came in: "Sorry, Mr. Ahaide, the king wants to see you."

With little room for reaction, Ahaide was carried to the palace.

Facing the young king, he smiled bitterly: "Why does your highness follow the people!"

"How dare you, a lowly man like a commoner, dare to climb up to His Highness?"

"I came to you today because you gave me direction."

Zhu Cunhuan sat upright and asked someone to serve hot tea: "Try it. It is bitter and slightly sweet. This is a specialty of the Ming Dynasty and is worth a lot of money."

"Caomin often travels to Anxi, but I'm lucky enough to have tasted it." Ahaide picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

In this way, the two of them drank tea and chatted freely.

Regarding the previous words, Ahaide said seriously: "Your Highness, the most important thing in the sect is the imam. They experience the life and death of the believers. It can be said that they are called by one person and followed by thousands of people..."

"I know." Zhu Cunhuan nodded: "I want to establish a new one in the sect that is oriented towards the Liao Kingdom. Do you have any candidates?"

"I'm just a businessman. The imam is already the most important person. How can I get to know anyone else."

"Your Highness, instead of supporting an imam, it is better to support scholars and the lowest priests. Only they are the most obedient."

Ahaide said seriously.

"Why does it have to be a priest?" Zhu Cunhuan said with a smile.

"Only the clergy are knowledgeable, and they can really gain momentum and kick the door down on you!"

Ahaide said truthfully.

"No!" Zhu Cunhuan said seriously: "Knowledge is not important, as long as you are obedient."

"Whether it's a priest or something else, I just want to be obedient. Of course there will be dedicated people to compile the teachings and stuff!"

"And you are very obedient."

(End of this chapter)