Flourishing of the Ming Dynasty Novel - Chapter 7

Chapter 7 Rahab Clan
The night was still and the moon was hanging high.

Apart from a few Mongolian warriors patrolling the outskirts, everyone had already fallen asleep, and snoring could be heard one after another. However, Lu Zhen, who was lying not far from the campfire, did not feel the slightest bit sleepy. His pair of eyes were constantly sweeping through the dark sky and the leaping campfire, filled with worries.

Although his body was extremely exhausted, his brain seemed to be very excited at this moment. Because today’s encounter was too bizarre, and he had been scared before, making it difficult for his heart to calm down and settle down for a long time.

He actually transmigrated to the Great Ming Dynasty five to six hundred years ago, just like what the novel TV said. Then, was there any possibility for him to return? How anxious and sad parents, family and friends will be when they receive news of their disappearance.

A deep sense of powerlessness continuously arose in Lu Zhen’s heart. Before, he had not thought about this when he had to struggle to save his life, but now that he had calmed down, this uneasy and terrified mind filled his entire brain, and then it seemed to grip his heart tightly, making it difficult for him to breathe.

In the novel, it is easy to show a protagonist crossing over in movies and TV dramas, but is that really the case? A person suddenly leaves the society and environment he is familiar with, leaves the person closest to him, and then enters a completely unfamiliar world. This kind of loneliness and fear cannot be sustained even by a person with the thickest nerves.

Lu Zhen was just an ordinary youth. He had never thought that such a strange encounter would fall on him. This kind of negative emotion that could devour his mind completely burst out at this moment, making it difficult for him to remain strong and calm. Tears flowed down his face. Only by desperately gritting his teeth could he stop himself from crying.

Crossing over wasn’t as beautiful as they said. Moreover, he was still under the control of the Meng people, and he couldn’t even protect himself.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhen kept reminding himself that the top priority now was to ensure his own safety, because only in this way would there be a sliver of hope to return to the future and see his parents.

Since there was nothing to change, then accept all of this. Just like a certain sentence said, life is like a strong X, since you can’t resist, then lie down and enjoy it. Wasn’t he interested in history? Now that the heavens had given him the opportunity to experience history first-hand and touch it at close range, he should try to get close to it.

After creating such a reason for himself, Lu Zhen’s mood finally calmed down a little. But then, a trace of worry arose in his heart. This year of Daming’s orthodoxy was not unfamiliar to him.

As the last feudal dynasty established by the Han people, Great Ming had many legends and twists and turns.

From Zhu Yuanzhang’s establishment as a plain-clothed country to Zhu Di’s successful arise as a vassal king and seize the throne of his nephew, there was even his cousin Jiajing who inherited the throne of his cousin Zhengde … But all of this was no more story-telling than what would happen in the next few years.

Who would have thought that Emperor Zhu Qi Town, which was currently sitting high above the throne, would be captured alive by the spears? Then his younger brother, Zhu Qiyu, succeeded him as the new Big Tomorrow. After that, Zhu Qiyu, who had been released, seized the opportunity of Zhu Qiyu’s serious illness to regain the throne after a few years of hibernation …

If it weren’t for the fact that these things were truly recorded in history books, even the authors with the biggest brains wouldn’t have dared to create such a bizarre story. But this was the truth, the history that Lu Zhen clearly remembered. It was precisely after that that Great Ming’s attitude towards the Mongol people changed from initiative to passivity.

Although he wasn’t a nationalist, as a Han Chinese, Lu Zhen still felt uneasy when he thought about what was going to happen in a few years. He really didn’t want to see the Han people, especially the innocent civilians, suffer countless casualties and sufferings in this turmoil.

But what can I do? Right now, I’m just a prisoner in Meng Ren’s hands … When the heavy fatigue and sleepiness finally hit me, Lu Zhen said to himself with a bitter smile. He was indeed helpless in this matter. At least now, it seemed that he was too far away from all of this.

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After sleeping for less than two or three hours, Lu Zhen was awakened by the commotion around him. When he opened his eyes, he discovered that the sky had already completely lit up, and the muddled men and the captives had already stood up and started to prepare to continue their journey.

Although Lu Zhen’s current identity had become somewhat special, he still did not have any privileges, and it was impossible for Hezha to delay his journey because of him. Fortunately, the person who had suffered from the heat stroke yesterday had recovered today. He was relieved, and the other party was extremely grateful to Lu Zhen. “If it wasn’t for Young Master Lu’s help, I, Cao Bing, would have given you an explanation for my life. I won’t thank you for my kindness, but in the future, my life would be yours, Young Master Lu.”

Looking at this man who was actually no weaker than Xie Lao Qi, Lu Zhen hurriedly waved his hand and said, “Big Brother Cao, you’re too polite. I just did what I had to do. Furthermore, you don’t have to call me Young Master. Just call me Lu Zhen directly.” Although there were still some problems with his accent, it was already understandable.

Cao Bing didn’t pay much attention to this. He only looked at Lu Zhen with more respect, but he didn’t change his address. Seeing that he insisted, Lu Zhen didn’t mention anything else. Although it was a bit awkward, it was still a good intentions.

Lu Zhen had persuaded the Meng people not to treat the captives too rudely, which allowed Lu Zhen to establish a good reputation and prestige among the Han people.

At the same time, he secretly learned their identities from Xie Lao Qi and Cao Bing. These two people were actually border guards of the Ming army, especially the former, who had actually taken on the position of team leader. It was only because he was suddenly ambushed by the cavalry of Hezha that dozens of his men were killed that he fell into the hands of the Mongol army and became a prisoner of the Mongol people.

After knowing Xie Lao Qi’s identity, Lu Zhen finally resolved the doubts in his heart. No wonder this person knew that it was the eighth year of the Great Ming Orthodoxy. If he wanted to exchange for another prisoner, it would be good to be able to tell the current Emperor’s age, let alone to be accurate to the year.

Finally, under the hot sun, they saw a crowded area on the sixth day, and when Hesha and the others arrived, they revealed a relaxed and happy smile, “Go home!”

Along with this cheer, a few horsemen had already rushed towards the tribal settlement, and they quickly attracted the attention of the people there, and then many people also came forward to welcome them.

This was a medium-sized tribe of more than two thousand people, named Rahab. Lu Zhen had never heard of this name before, but this was not strange, because even if the various parts of the grassland were separated and merged, it was impossible for them to name all the tribes of different sizes.

As a Mongolian tribe not too far from the border of the Great Ming Empire, the lives of the people here weren’t very good. This could be seen from their damaged tents. When Hezha took out the looted property from the Great Ming Border, it attracted a burst of cheers from the people who stayed behind in the tribe.

Afterwards, after a dignified looking man in his fifties was distributed, the belongings were distributed to everyone in the tribe. Afterwards, someone’s gaze fell on Lu Zhen and the other prisoners.

To the Mongol people, whose population was generally not large, population was also a manifestation of wealth and strength. Especially the Han captives, they were excellent slaves. By forcing them to work for their tribes, the Qingzhuang of the tribe could free up their hands to plunder more wealth outside.

When the tribal leader saw the appearance of the crowd, he understood what they were thinking. He nodded and said, “Then let’s follow the original rules. The three elders will each choose five people as slaves, and then …”

He was making arrangements when Hesha suddenly said, “Hesha, wait a moment.”

“Huh?” Everyone was stunned, especially Patriarch He Huer. He even looked at his capable subordinate with dissatisfaction. Could it be that this fellow had begun to take him for granted because of his contribution this time?

Hezha didn’t pay much attention to this. He quickly walked over and whispered a few words to He Huer before pointing at Lu Zhen, who was also standing in the group of prisoners.

The unhappy expression on He Huer’s face was quickly replaced by surprise and doubt. Then, his gaze landed on Lu Zhen, “Are you telling the truth?”

“Indeed, he also brought the food from the sky, the taste …” Hezha said, his face full of enjoyment.

He Huer knew that he wouldn’t lie to her about this, so she nodded her head and said, “Then let’s do this”. She glanced at the people around her who were looking at her anxiously, “We’ll talk about dividing the prisoners later. Three elders, come with me to discuss something in the tent and look at them first.”

Even though everyone was puzzled by the Patriarch’s words, they could only accept it. As a result, Lu Zhen and the others were driven to sit together. Beside them were dozens of Mongolian warriors holding bow blades. Obviously, as long as they made any movements, they would not hesitate to kill them underground.

These prisoners had long since accepted their fate and had no intention of resisting. On the other hand, Lu Zhen’s eyes were constantly sweeping over the surrounding Mongolian tents with curiosity. Looking at these tents sewn out of sheepskin, which were over ten square meters in size and only three to five square meters in size, he found it very interesting.

Because all of this was knowledge that could not be found in books. As for what they saw on TV, those yurts were all like commercial houses in the later generations. They were really fake.

Moreover, these Mongols’ tents weren’t as close to each other as they were on TV. Instead, they were quite far away from each other. Sometimes, there were only two or three tents within a radius of two to three kilometers …

Just as Lu Zhen was looking at the environment here and judging it from a historical perspective, a Mongolian man came to him and said, “Follow me!”

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