"Alas, I have achieved an unprecedented achievement, but I still feel so aggrieved." Fang Fengshi said indignantly.

He was Gao Gong's classmate and Zhang Juzheng's hometown. If Wang Chonggu mainly represented the interests of the Shanxi Gang, he was the spokesperson for the two gentlemen in Xuanda. He thought he could go to Beijing to become a military minister or something like that based on the merit of Altan Khan's tribute, but looking at the wind direction in Beijing, he would be criticized if he went back, and he would naturally feel aggrieved.

"Isn't this the way things are in today's world? You can be famous all over the world just by sitting back and talking big. You will be scolded whenever you do something. The more you do, the louder the scolding will be. You will get used to it." Wang Chonggu said with deep sympathy: "Look at my nephew. How many things did he do secretly for this tribute? He has made great contributions! But they found a crime and dismissed him from office."

"Alas, we can only say that 'only the Spring and Autumn Annals knew me and judged me', and leave it to history to judge." Fang Fengshi sighed and said with a smile: "At least we can sleep peacefully in the future, which is enough for now."

"Okay, that's a good attitude." Wang Chonggu smiled and nodded, "Let someone send that 'rubbish' back so that Altan can withdraw his troops quickly."

"It's Hanaji." Fang Fengshi also reminded with a smile.

Hundreds of thousands of people took refuge in Datong City. The pressure on the government was too great, so the right thing to do was to quickly send the plague god away and let everyone go home.

~~

Who would have thought that the next day Lu Guang came to report that Ba Hannaji didn't want to go back.

"Why?" Governor Wang was writing a letter to comfort his beloved nephew Xiao Wei, and put down his pen when he heard this.

"He said the air in Datong City is sweet and he doesn't want to go back to the grassland filled with the smell of horse manure." Green Lantern said helplessly.

"Isn't that nonsense?" Wang Chonggu laughed and scolded, "I won't say what he compares to, but the air? There are hundreds of thousands of refugees in Datong City, and the streets are stinking. Can it compare to the fresh air of the grassland?"

"In the past few months, he has been living in the mansion given to him by the military governor and has never left the house." Lu Guang smiled bitterly and said, "Maybe it's because the smell of cosmetics in the mansion is sweeter."

"Then he just covets women." Wang Chonggu was very knowledgeable and said, "Send him eight or ten Datong women to go back to the grassland with him."

"Of course this villain thought of it." Lu Guang shook his head and said, "But he said that women are only one aspect. The luxurious houses, delicious food, and opera culture of the Ming Dynasty have all been imprinted in his soul. So now he is a spiritual Ming person and cannot leave his motherland."

"Bah, he doesn't deserve it!" Wang Chonggu spat in anger, "Tell him that I will ask his grandfather to give him Bansheng City to live in. The people living there are all Han people, so it can be regarded as his spiritual home, right? I will give him whatever he wants, just get out of here!"

"That should be about right... right?" Lu Guang said unsurely, "But that kid is very stubborn and is determined to become a Ming citizen. He even gave himself a Chinese name 'Zhong Daming'. Who knows if we can convince him?"

"Forget it, you'd better bring him here. I'll host a banquet to see him off." Wang Chonggu had no choice but to go there himself.

~~

The night is dark and the music of stringed instruments is long and distant.

The back hall of the Xuanda Governor's Mansion was brightly lit. Wang Chonggu was entertaining Zhong Daming, and there were sexy dancers with plump buttocks dancing gracefully.

In the past few months, Zhong Daming, or Han Naji, stayed at home and his skin became much whiter and less rough. However, the passionate Datong wife did not seem to take good care of him. He lost a lot of weight and his cheeks were sunken. From a strong and powerful young man, he became a thin man like a weak scholar.

He wore a well-cut round-neck blouse with a dark purple pattern, his hair was tied up high, and covered with a net scarf, and his every move was in accordance with the etiquette of the Ming Dynasty. He looked like a Ming Dynasty prince, and there was no trace of the Tartars left.

Seeing him like this, Wang Chonggu was very satisfied. He felt that this guy was not bragging when he called himself "smart" and that his assimilation degree was indeed very high.

But the more this is the case, the more we have to send him back to Altan. What's the point of keeping him here? What Datong lacks the most is Ming people, and they are original.

Thinking of this, Wang Chonggu advised the young man in a more amiable manner, "Daming, it's good that you consider yourself a Ming person. It's human nature to want to stay in Ming and not want to go back. However, filial piety is the most important thing in Ming. As the saying goes, 'there are no parents who are not wrong', by extension, there are no grandparents who are not wrong. If you sever ties with your grandfather, isn't that against filial piety? Then you are not a Ming person, at least not a true Ming person."

"Yes..." Han Naji's heart tightened. He didn't expect that he was still so far away from being a real Ming person. He quickly humbly accepted the lesson and said, "I was wrong. That old bastard is still my grandfather..."

"Uh..." Wang Chonggu almost choked and coughed, "Let's not talk about your grandfather. Just talk about your grandmother, Yi Kehatun, who misses you day and night and cries all the time. Can you feel at ease in Datong?"

"Emege..." Thinking of his grandmother who had raised him since childhood, Zhong Daming finally shed tears and choked up, "No, I will go back tomorrow."

"That's right." Wang Chonggu was very satisfied. He personally took the cup and poured a glass of wine for this filial child.

"Then bring Emoge to Datong to live happily." But Bahanaji changed the subject and said, "Anyway, the house given by the adults is very big, enough for the two of us to live in."

"..." Wang Chonggu was petrified on the spot and didn't even notice that the wine was overflowing.

"Daming, aren't you separating grandpa and grandma? This is not filial piety." Lu Guang hurriedly chimed in.

"My old bastard grandfather is eager to live apart from grandma." Bahan Naji gritted his teeth and said, "He has long thought she is a nuisance!"

"Asshole!" Wang Chonggu slammed the table and said angrily, "How can you talk about your grandfather like this? He is an old bastard, what are you? A little bastard?"

The music stopped abruptly and the dancers dared not move. Hanaghi was the first to be frightened and his face turned pale.

"If your grandfather did nothing wrong, why would it be so hard for you to respect him? If he did something wrong, and you can still be filial at this time, then you are a true Ming Dynasty person." Wang Chonggu shocked the spoiled child and continued to brainwash him with the principles of morality: "But it does not mean blindly obeying, but to 'remonstrate'. Mencius said, if you do not complain about the great mistakes of your relatives, you are becoming more distant... The more distant you are, the less filial you are."

After saying this, he glanced at Lu Guang, who then explained, "What the military magistrate meant is that you can have resentment in your heart, but you should try to persuade him tactfully and help him correct his mistakes, instead of just holding on to resentment and running away."

"Yeah." Zhong Daming nodded repeatedly, not sure whether he understood or was just scared.

"Now that your grandfather sincerely invites you back, you can just go back without worry. Besides, you are already an official of the imperial court. If your grandfather dares to treat you badly again, I will send 100,000 soldiers to punish you! Besides, now that the tribute has been successfully granted, there will be constant exchanges between the two sides in the future. I will keep the house for you. You can come back and live there anytime. What's there to be reluctant about?"

Wang Chonggu regained his composure and said, "Besides, since your grandfather has already pledged his loyalty, the grassland is also the land of the Ming Dynasty, and your compatriots are also the people of the Ming Dynasty. But they don't have your awareness yet. As a pioneer, you have the obligation to guide them to think of themselves as the people of the Ming Dynasty."

"Yes!" Zhong Daming's eyes lit up, as if he had found his life's goal, but then he became a little disappointed and said, "But I don't know what to do?"

"Don't worry, I'm here." Lu Guang gave him a look that said "don't worry", and said with a smile: "I will help you build Bansheng City and let the Mongolian people live a Ming-style life."

"Then I feel relieved." Bahan Naji breathed a sigh of relief and finally said, "Okay, I'll go back..."

"What are you standing there for?" Wang Chonggu also breathed a sigh of relief and said to the musicians and dancers with a smile, "Keep playing the music, keep dancing! I want to fight Daming until we're drunk!"

The music of stringed instruments started again, and the charming women danced...

~~

The next day, Zhong Daming was escorted out of Datong by Wang Chonggu...

Upon hearing the news, Altan Khan personally went to Datong City to pick him up. When he saw his grandson, who was well-dressed and radiant, he felt ashamed and embarrassed.

He hugged Hannaji tightly, as if he was afraid that he would run away again, and said, "My dear grandson, grandpa was wrong. I will never steal your woman again. Let's go home now, okay?"

"..." Hearing his arrogant grandfather admit his fault, Hanaji felt relieved. But he didn't think his grandfather had changed. He just regarded this change as the support of his spiritual motherland.

"Let's not talk about the past. I was wrong in some ways." He increasingly strictly required himself to meet the standards of Daming. "Also, from now on, please call me Zhong Daming, and don't call me that unfashionable Ba Han Naji anymore..."

"Well, fine." How could Altan dare to provoke him again? Of course, what he said was what he meant. He hurriedly pulled him to the camp and said, "Grandpa ordered people to search the Western Regions, and finally found a Persian beauty for you who is whiter and more beautiful than Zhong Jin. Go back and take a look. This time, Grandpa will definitely not touch her. I will compensate you, and we will be completely reconciled, how about that?"

Who knows that Han Naji thought that I am a noble Ming person, how can I sleep with a lowly foreign woman? So he refused righteously: "Don't worry, I don't remember who Zhong Jin is. Now I only like music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and tea! I am not interested in Persian women!"

"Nephew, what's the point of those sour literati's stuff?" His uncle Huang Taiji couldn't help but say, "It's not as happy as you think."

"You can't imagine the happiness here." Hannaji looked at him like a country bumpkin, didn't explain much, smiled faintly, and returned to the big carriage that Wang Chonggu had given him.

In the carriage, there were eight gorgeous purple-clad women from Datong, Siqin, Siqi, Sishu, Sihua, Shishi, Jiujiu, Chacha, Huahua...

As soon as Hannaji got on the bus, he was submerged in the crowd of cosmetics. He was so happy that he felt like a god!

~~

"This kid is crazy." Huang Taiji helped his father onto the horse, and pouted at the heavily covered carriage, saying, "I don't even want that charming little fairy Hua Hua Nu'er."

As he said this, he smiled and said to Alda with a shy face: "Abu, how about giving it to me?"

"You're dreaming. I didn't steal your wife." Altan put an end to his fantasy. He paid a huge price to get Huahua Nuer through the Wala tribe. How could he waste her in vain?

"So you still want to keep it for yourself?" Huang Taiji thought to himself that that was fine, it would be mine sooner or later anyway.

"No." Altan shook his head and said, "New Year is coming soon. We can't be careless on our first tribute. I'm worried about what to offer... I heard that the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty has no other hobbies but women, and is nicknamed 'Little Bee'. Then present Huahua Nuer to him. Little bees picking flowers are a perfect match. If Huahua can be favored in the future, there will be people in the capital to speak for us."

"Oh." Huang Taiji was depressed. Now he couldn't even drink the soup.

[End of this volume]