Hong Chengchou and others were already there in advance, so the officials who informed him would naturally not be negligent, and they urged the Mongolians to gather together soon.

Listening to his subordinates' reports, Hong Chengchou glanced at the men and women of Mongolians below. Under the authority of the government, the gathering place quickly became quiet. Like Zhamu Road, he looked at the high-ranking official in the Ming Dynasty with a little fear.

Hong Chengchou's voice was not loud, but he was as powerful as a superior, and said in a deep voice: "You are all prisoners of my Ming Dynasty. According to the customs of your grassland tribe, you are slaves of my Ming Dynasty!"

After he finished speaking, his soldiers from below could convey his words so that every Mongolian could hear them.

When they heard what he said, Zhamulu and other Mongolians were sank. They knew exactly what kind of treatment of slaves were, but who made their tribe incompetent and defeated by the Ming army? Look at the Ming army around them, and the Ming army camp in the distance. With such military strength, how can they resist the fate of slaves!

Thinking of this, the Mongolians at the gathering place were all depressed. Not to mention despair, but there was a similar atmosphere that permeated the crowd at the gathering place.

Hong Chengchou saw all these, but pretended not to see them, and continued to say in a deep voice: "But the emperor has the will to set up Guihua Prefecture in Guihua City, and this official will be the governor of Guihua. Here, it will be directly under the Ming Dynasty! And as long as you can pay a little price to serve the Ming Dynasty, you will be the people of the Ming Dynasty in the future, and you will no longer be a slave, and will be treated equally with the other people of the Ming Dynasty!"

Hearing this, Zamulu and others couldn't help but feel overjoyed, a little unbelievable. They looked up at the governor, all very happy that they could not be slaves. Even without any scruples, the high-ranking officials of the Ming Dynasty were on the stage and whispered.

"We are really not slaves, just like ordinary people in the Ming Dynasty?"

"This governor said so, there will definitely be no falsehood!"

"Don't forget, we still need to pay a little more!"

"It's just a little price. If you are captured by other tribes and our tribe still exists, wouldn't you still have to spend the money to exchange you back?"

"You're just captured by other tribes?"

"I'm just an example!"

"You still have the heart to argue now? In my opinion, we may not be able to bear the price!"

“…”

In addition to the discussions of ordinary Mongolian herders, among the people present, there were also small officials from the Chahar tribe. While they were happy, they had a wider vision and more attention. In addition, there were some other points.

"No, the Ming Dynasty has never been there before!"

"Not only is the state established, the highest official is the governor, and this level is very high!"

"What does that mean, what will happen?"

"That means that this will be the territory of the Ming Dynasty in the future, and it seems that the Ming Dynasty attaches great importance to it. In other words, the Ming Dynasty must be here and will never give up!"

“…”

Listening to the discussion below, Hong Chengchou naturally would not continue. This news is indeed a bit big for the Mongolians, so it would be better for them to digest it a little.

But soon, the generals of the army in the maintenance of order began to shout loudly, and soon calmed the gathering ground again.

At this point, Hong Chengchou said in a deep voice: "The skins stored in each of your households must be handed over, and then people will be separated to sheep the wool, sewed according to the style issued by the official, and it will be completed within three days. After doing these, you will no longer be slaves, but people of my Ming Dynasty."

When they heard this, all the Mongolians were overjoyed, and for a moment they were a little unbelievable. They looked at each other and could see each other's expressions, as if they were saying, "No, that's it, so they are no longer slaves."

Hong Chengchou looked at them, but he praised the emperor's wisdom in his heart. If he forced them to do it, it would naturally be no difficulty. But now that this method can make them feel the great favors of the Ming Dynasty to them, which will be of greater help to establish himself in the grassland in the future. This means that Hong Chengchou's pressure will be much less.

In this way, the enthusiasm of these tens of thousands of Mongolians will be very high, and the problem of the new military winter clothing can be solved with no effort. It is really a killing of two goals!

He was thinking this when he suddenly heard a Mongolian below shouting, and then he saluted the most solemn etiquette of the Mongolians. When the other Mongolians saw it, they followed suit and saluted together. Some of them even had some thoughts. So many of us gave great gifts solemnly, you can't regret it, right?

Hong Chengchou looked at all this, and with his ability, how could he not guess what the Mongolians below were thinking. However, he didn't care and accepted their etiquette lightly. After calming down, he continued to say: "I have verified that there is another plague on the Mongolian grassland, and many cattle, horses and sheep have died!"

After he finished speaking, his soldiers from below could convey his words so that every Mongolian could hear them.

When he heard what he said, Zamulu and others were a little confused. They didn't know what he meant by saying these things.

Indeed, there was a plague on the grassland, and many cattle, horses and sheep died. For this reason, some people were even worried about how to live in the future! But now it’s okay, even beasts and people are prisoners of the Ming Dynasty, so there is no need to worry about these things.

Hong Chengchou glanced down and continued to say slowly: "Even if my Ming army doesn't come, under the leadership of Lin Danhan, I believe that many people will starve to death. Because judging from the previous trend, there is no sign of abating the plague of livestock..."

If the development of the original history, the Mongols would not produce them in the year of disaster. After the plague, a large number of cattle, horses and sheep died, which eventually led to many families of these Mongols reaching the point of changing their children and eating.

"...But now this place is owned by the Ming Dynasty, and the court has moved the people in the pass to open up land and farm. Even if there is another plague of cattle, horses and sheep in the future, since you are already the people of the Ming Dynasty, the court will never sit idly by. At least you will still have food and will not starve to death!"

When they heard this, Zhamulu and others were very happy. As a result, the stone pressing on their hearts would be less than one piece. Moreover, when they saw the arrival of the people in the pass, they were somewhat repulsive. But at this time, they were very welcoming. The same situation is now two completely different moods!

As their worries decreased, they gradually became more and more excited, and their minds became more and more active. Soon, they thought of a question, what will their future prospects be?

Should I farm like those Han people? Or can I still be grazed, or something else?

There should be another update tonight
Chapter completed!