The corpses of 10,000 Toungoo soldiers and more than 50,000 Toungoo people were piled up by the Ming army on the empty square in front of the government office. After being doused with fire oil, a fire turned 60,000 corpses into ashes and burned overnight. , When the sky is about to light up, it goes out slowly.
This blaze, this burned Mu Qiyuan's heart and soul, tens of thousands of lives were turned into ashes, and there was no trace overnight. Could this be war
But Mu Qiyuan immediately thought that everything was his fault.
If Talong did not repeatedly launch aggression against Dacheng, the Ming army would not have come to Tonggu. If Talong did not assassinate Zhu Youjian, the Ming army would not eliminate Dongyu’s ownership. Talong, you are Dongyu. The greatest sinner.
Ava, after fifty years, once again returned to the embrace of the Ming army.
In the eleventh year of Daming Wanli (AD 1583), in order to punish the Tongyu dynasty, Deng Zilong, a member of Yongchang, once captured Ava. Ava belonged to Daming for a short time. However, Deng Zilong was not permanently stationed in the city. Deng Zilong withdrew from Ava City.
Today is different. Mu Qiyuan will not withdraw from Ava City. He will not only occupy Ava permanently, but also conquer the entire Toungoo dynasty and expand Daming's territory to the northern shore of the Indian Ocean.
Mu Qiyuan saw that the people in the city were proud of being a Han under the high pressure of the Ming army. He struck the iron while it was hot and asked the army staff to re-register the population in the city.
Before registration, the Ming army made a noise in the city. Once registered, the owner's materials are not allowed to be changed, but Han and non-Han should be registered separately.
In order to encourage people of Han descent to return to Ming Dynasty, as long as one person in a household is Han, the whole family can be registered as Han.
As for why Han and non-Han are registered separately, what treatment will be different in the future, or whether non-Han will be purged by the Ming army, the Ming army did not say, and no one knows.
There was a lot of discussion in the market. If the Ming army was willing to open the gates, I believe most of the Burmese people would have fled the city.
The staff of the army placed eighteen square tables in the city, and first registered with the Han people.
Real Han people naturally have Chinese names. This is the moment they are most proud of.
The pseudo-Han, who temporarily regarded themselves as Han people, resolutely believed that they were Han people on the grounds that they could speak some Chinese. When the staff members saw them, they could really speak a few Chinese words. , There is no further investigation, and they are registered as Han Chinese.
Those who do not speak Chinese are worried. They were originally not Han, but the Ming army registered Han and non-Han separately. Who knows what inhuman treatment they will receive in the future
However, smart people have a way. They found a loophole in the notice of the Ming army: as long as one person in a household is a Han, the whole family can be registered as a Han.
Drilling into the loopholes of research and development has never been a patent of the Han people, or even if it is a patent of the Han people, people who are in contact with the Han people will learn it. .
There are daughters-in-law, mother-in-law, and grandmother who are Han Chinese, and the whole family is stained and can be registered as Han, and son-in-law, aunt, and old aunt are Han, who are barely registered as Han.
The Burmese have learnt well and started to make a big fanfare to marry a Han daughter-in-law, but the Ming army has already arrived in Ava, and the Han have a psychological advantage. Who is willing to use their daughter to save the Burmese
The Burmese people also figured out a way to let their daughter marry a Han. With the help of the son-in-law, the whole family can also be registered as a Han.
This can be anxious for those who do not have a daughter in the family, or their daughter is too young to be able to marry for the time being.
There was a man named Ge Yebo who drank some rice wine and scolded his own woman at home: "If you will have children, have a few more daughters, and have a few daughters earlier, you won't be able to do nothing now."
A woman who has been wronged, but dare not swear back, who makes her belly unworthy! But the woman remembered one thing and said with red eyes: "The master, our grandmother seems to be a Han."
"Grandma? It's buried in the ground a long time ago, so I can use it as a fart." Ge Yebo blushed and looked disdainful.
"You didn't ask again, how do you know if it's OK?" The woman snorted and almost dumped it into Ge Yebo's wine cup.
Ge Yebo scolded even more fiercely: "You innocent mother-in-law, what do you say you will do? You can't throw a nose, get out, get out of me."
The woman swallowed, and temporarily left the small hut, wandering aimlessly on the street.
Before I knew it, I slid to a Han registration point. The registration point was empty because it was time for dinner. The Ming army staff and the Burmese translator were chatting.
The woman wiped away her tears and nose with her sleeves. After hesitating for a while, she still mustered the courage to go up, "Master, my grandmother is a Han. Can the whole family be registered as Han?"
The staff officer took a look at the woman after hearing the interpreter, and found that although the woman was in her 30s and 40s, she still looked like Zhou Zheng. She might not have done much farm work, and the skin on her face had not yet seen old age.
Seeing that the staff officer had been staring at her, the woman lowered her head shyly and wanted to turn around.
The staff officer asked the interpreter to stop her, "Is your great grandmother still alive?"
The woman shook her head, she understood, the man in her family was right, and Ming Jun did not admit it.
Counsel and translator whisper a few words.
The interpreter stood up, came to the woman, and told her softly: "In this case, registration as a Han is not allowed, but we are very kind. As long as you can find a Han to testify, we can register your whole family."
"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!" The woman was so touched that she was crying, her own man could not call her anything, but such an important thing, she, a woman, is about to finish.
Seeing a woman, she was about to turn her head. Obviously, she was planning to find a Han Chinese to testify. The interpreter stopped her again: "Wait."
"What's the matter, sir?" The woman raised her head and looked at the interpreter. "Didn't the lord say to testify to Han Chinese?"
"Don't worry about this, what we promised will count naturally. It doesn't hurt to be late." The smile on the translator's face grew thicker, his body tilted, and he pointed to the staff, "It's just... It's just... We did you a favor. , How do you help our army master?"
"Junye?" The woman's eyes widened, she looked at the staff through the interpreter, and hurriedly retracted her neck like a frightened white rabbit. "What can I do for the Junye
The interpreter got closer, almost touching her ear, and said a few words.
The woman had some fair complexion, red immediately, "No..."
Seeing that the woman did not escape, the interpreter continued his offensive: "This army master is a high official of the Ming army, and he will not insult you."
"No..." It may be too unexpected for a woman, she can only say this one word.
"If you register as a Han, your children and grandchildren will benefit. You are considered to have made a huge contribution to your family. This is something that no man in your family can do."
"But..." The woman trembled her lips, not daring to look at the staff officer.
"Don't worry, many people are changing their ways to become a Chinese citizen. There is only one chance."
"..."
"Taking advantage of noon, there is no one everywhere, unconsciously..."
"..."
The translator gently pulled up the sleeves of the woman. The woman seemed to be attracted by a magnet, and followed the translator obediently with her head down.
The interpreter winked at the staff, and the staff followed them and came to a small hut near the left for the Ming army to rest.
The hut is not big, but it is neatly packed inside.
The interpreter sent the woman into the bedroom and gave another sentence. Then he left the bedroom. He snapped his fingers to the staff member and smiled slightly, "Master Staff, she is already waiting for you."
The staff also laughed, "Thank you, I won't say anything for now."
I translated the hut and sat alone at the square table outside. Fortunately, there are no Chinese to register for the time being. It may be a condition for registration as a Han. They are getting harder and harder to find.
About a bag of cigarettes, the woman came out of the hut. She still lowered her head and kept her eyes on her toes. It was not until the translator coughed that she realized that she had walked to the small square table of the population registry, "Master... "
"Wait first." The translator left the woman, got up and went to the hut.
The staff officer got up and was about to go out, "How is it? Has she gone?"
"Not yet, I told her to wait." The translator replied.
"Why?" The staff officer stared at the translator's eyes, seeming a little displeased.
The interpreter smiled wryly, "Don't get me wrong, adult, the villain is here to ask the adult, is it really natural for her family?"
"Of course naturalization for her whole family, what was promised, so you can go back?"
"Adult, the villain means that if the adult feels embarrassed, don't give her a naturalization, the villain will settle her." The translator's face was full of flattery.
"No, it's okay to be naturalized for her. In his case, just get all naturalized. No one else will say anything."
"My lord is saying that as long as there is a proof of Han Chinese help?"
"Yeah." The staff officer nodded
"My lord, the villain understands, the villain will send her back."
"Well, go!"
The interpreter turned and ran to the woman, whispering a few words to him.
The woman put her hands in her sleeves and did not speak, but she kept nodding her head.
"Go back, and quickly find a Han Chinese who can prove your family." The translator said, while smoothing the woman's wrinkled clothes.
When the woman was leaving, she secretly turned around, glanced at the adviser, wiped her face again, and left with joy.
Back to her hut, Ge Yebo was still drinking.
"Why are you an insatiable mother-in-law, why did you come back so soon?"
"Drink, drink, then know how to drink!" The woman snatched her brother Yebo's wine cup.
"You stubborn woman, dare to control Laozi drinking?" Ge Yebo stared, his pupils were already blood red.
"I... I asked the master of the Ming army just now. They said that as long as they can find a Han to prove it, they can register as a Han." The woman rarely gave in, "I know that I can drink your big head wine and go quickly. Ask a Han Chinese to help prove it?"
"What? Really? As long as there is a Han Chinese help to prove it?" The man stared at the wine cup with half a cup left, and did not dare to drink.
"Really, I just asked." The woman lowered her head, her heartbeat speeding up for no apparent reason.
Ge Yebo quickly stood up, pounced at the woman, and hugged the woman.
The woman was shocked, and her breathing started quickly, "You..."
"You're such a good wife!" Ge Yebo brought him drunk and kissed the woman's cheek severely.
"Quickly put me down." The woman struggled, and when her brother Yebo relaxed the back of her hand, she wiped the wine stains off her face with her small hands that were not too rough.
"Good wife, who can you prove to us?" Brother Yebo grinned, only smirking when he looked at the woman.
The woman thought for a while, "Let’s find Liu Daozhong, he still owes us two buckets of white rice, but if you don’t want the white rice, it's just a gift to him."
"Yes, yes, if you don't want white rice, he will definitely be willing." Ge Yebo was a little bit reluctant to fight white rice, but in order to join the Chinese, he had to reluctantly part.
The number of people who came to the registration points to register as Han people has increased rapidly. Basically, the three aunts and eight women in the family are Han people, because there is no proof of death. As long as there are Han people to prove, the staff will all register.
The remaining 93,000 inhabitants of Ava City were finally registered as Han, reaching 72,000, occupying the vast majority of the population. The Burmese, who originally occupied the absolute majority of the population, now only have 13,000. There are eight thousand Shan people.