"Trouble? Of course there is trouble!" Omubu complained to Fan Jingwen as if he had met a confidant, "It's hard to manage people and handle things! I can't be a leader any more!"
What Omubu said is not fiction.
Before Lu Daqi captured Guihua City, the ruling power of the Western Tumed tribe was in the hands of two generals, Guluge and Hanggao.
Although he later regained control of the tribe with the help of Lu Daqi, many generals in the tribe were not convinced.
Not only did they turn a deaf ear to his orders, they also refused to pay taxes.
Seeing Fan Jingwen's inquiring look, Omubu immediately said, "Master Fan, the symbol of your rule in the Central Plains is to collect taxes from the people, and the symbol of our nomadic tribe's rule is to collect taxes from the herdsmen!"
He was afraid that Fan Jingwen didn't understand, so he tried to explain: "Taxation means..."
Fan Jingwen interrupted his explanation and said, "No need to explain what taxation is. I understand."
(After Ogedei succeeded to the Khanate, he formulated a tax law for Mongolian herders, the "Regulations on the Taxation of Sheep, Horses and Cattle". The tax law stipulates that one person shall be taxed for every 100 people, and one person shall be taxed for every 30 people in a group. Those with less than 30 people shall be exempted. In simple terms, one head shall be taxed for every 100 heads of livestock. If there are less than 100 but more than 30 heads, one head shall also be taxed. If there are less than 30 heads, no tax shall be paid.)
"Since Lord Fan knows, I won't say more!" Omubu sighed and began to talk about the difficulties he encountered: "Since taking over the tribe, some low-level generals have joined forces with herders to resist taxes. If you want to collect taxes, you have to send troops to collect them by force. Herders roam around and graze in erratic places. Every time you send troops to collect taxes, the food and grass consumed is no less than the taxes!"
"Some herders have fought over pastures and even killed each other! We have to deal with it when someone dies. All the energy of the tribe is spent on this!"
After listening to Omubu's explanation, Fan Jingwen frowned: "It's indeed a bit troublesome!"
He turned to look at E'linchen and asked, "Does the Ordos tribe have such troubles?"
E'linchen replied somewhat reluctantly: "In fact, it's not just the Ordos tribe, all the Mongolian nomadic tribes have similar problems."
"In this case, the court must find a way to completely solve this problem!" Fan Jingwen said, bowing deeply to Chongzhen: "Your Majesty, I have a good plan to solve the internal problems of the Mongolian tribes and ensure long-term peace and stability!"
"Oh?" Chongzhen pretended to be surprised and began to act with Fan Jingwen: "Since Lord Fan has a good plan, why don't you tell them quickly and help them?"
"Yes!" Fan Jingwen bowed and then faced E'linchen and Omubu after receiving the order.
In the following period, Fan Jingwen elaborated on the idea of setting up garrisons within Mongolia.
When speaking, he kept emphasizing the benefits of doing so, including but not limited to maintaining internal stability in Mongolia, facilitating tax collection, enhancing the combat effectiveness of herders, etc.
There is no mention of the negative impact or benefits it brings to the Ming Dynasty court.
E'linchen and Omubu listened and nodded.
They know very well in their hearts that although this matter seems to have a choice, in fact there is no choice at all!
If they did not follow Fan Jingwen's advice, they would be severely beaten by the Ming cavalry.
Theoretically speaking, if they can't win, they can just run away, after all, the herdsmen in the tribe have long been accustomed to nomadic life.
But the feeling of living by water and being chased by someone is completely different.
No one wants to live a life of displacement.
Omubu very tactfully bowed to Fan Jingwen, then turned to Chongzhen and said, "Your Majesty, I am willing to implement the garrison system in the tribe. Please issue an order!"
Although E'linchen was unwilling, he had no choice but to ask Chongzhen for permission.
Chongzhen smiled and said, "In that case, I will approve your request. At that time, the cabinet will select two civil officials to work with the two military generals selected from Xuanda by the Five Military Commandery to implement the guard system in the Ordos and Xitumed tribes respectively."
"I obey your order!" Led by Fan Jingwen, the three of them saluted again.
After the ceremony, Omubu suddenly said, "Your Majesty, my father was the fourth generation Shunyi King of the Ming Dynasty. Now my father has passed away. I am his only son. I now request to inherit the title of Shunyi King!"
Without waiting for Chongzhen to express his opinion, Huang Jin, the Minister of Rites, took the lead in stopping him and said, "Emubu, whether you can inherit the title and when you can inherit it, the court has corresponding systems, you can't just inherit it if you want to."
Omubu tilted his head and asked, "What is the system of the court?"
"First, we need to verify the identity to prevent impersonation or fraud! Secondly, we need to observe the ability and character of the heir. Only those with good morals can inherit..."
After listening to Huang Jin's explanation, Ombu seemed a little disappointed.
He came to Beijing mainly for the title of King of Shunyi.
With the title of king, the voices of resistance within the tribe will be much smaller.
Chongzhen coughed lightly and asked Huang Jin: "Minister Huang, the rule is that the dead are alive! The Xitumed tribe has returned to the court, which is a good thing for the court! I think we only need to verify the identity of Omubu, and there is no need to investigate the rest."
"Yes, I will arrange for officials to verify it right away!" Huang Jin turned around and was about to leave.
"No more competition," Chongzhen said to stop them. He told Wang Chengen, "Send Li Ruolian here."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Wang Chengen turned and walked out of the hall.
Soon, Li Ruolian, the commander of the Jinyiwei, walked into the hall with strong and powerful steps, "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you."
Chongzhen asked, "How is the matter I asked you to verify going?"
Under the puzzled gazes of Omubu and Elinchen, Li Ruolian said, "Your Majesty, the verification has been completed."
As he spoke, he took out a small book from his bosom, unfolded it and read: "Borjigin Omubu was born in the first year of the Tianqi reign. He now has two wives and two sons. He is the son of Bu Shitu, the fourth generation Shunyi King of the Ming Dynasty, the grandson of Chelike, the third generation Shunyi King, the great-grandson of Qiqingha, the second generation Shunyi King, and the great-great-grandson of Altan, the first generation Shunyi King!"
"For five years, our dynasty pretended to submit to Jiannu. For eight years, our dynasty wanted to unite with the Outer Khalkha tribes and the Xuanda border army to fight against Jiannu. Later, the news leaked and we were imprisoned in Shenyang by Jiannu."
"Nine years after my dynasty, the Jiannu released him, and he became a commoner after returning to his tribe."
"In the summer of the 22nd year of our dynasty, the governor of the three borders of Shaanxi, Lu Daqi, conquered the Western Tumed tribe and ordered him to temporarily manage the tribe after conquering Guihua City!"
"In the spring of the twenty-third year of our dynasty, Omubu led an envoy to the capital to pay tribute!"
After reading this, Li Ruolian took out a piece of paper from the notebook and handed it to Wang Chengen.
As Wang Chengen handed it to Chongzhen, Li Ruolian said, "This piece of paper contains a portrait of Omubu. Your Majesty, please take a look!"
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