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Badalu's ancestors belonged to the branch of the Yehe tribe.

His father is a Jurchen and his mother is a Mongolian.

However... to a large extent, Badaru is not actually a pure Jurchen.

Because when his father snatched his mother back, her mother seemed to be pregnant...

Because of historical inheritance, including humanistic and topographical conditions, etc., the Chinese nation attaches great importance to the inheritance of blood, but the Jurchens are barbarians after all, including the Mongols.

Due to the harsh living conditions, these barbarians often do not take the inheritance of blood too seriously...

Even the famous Genghis Khan?

His married wife was also snatched away by his opponents for several years... Then, when Genghis Khan became stronger, he snatched his wife back and regarded him as his official wife...

This kind of thinking, if placed in future generations, would be extremely difficult for people to understand, and it would be like a fantasy.

But at this time, it is very easy to understand.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest.

Both Mongols and Jurchens can actually be classified as nomadic peoples.

Just like cattle and horses livestock.

Whichever tribe owns more cattle, horses and livestock is destined to be stronger.

This is especially true for humans.

Different from Guan Nei, the traditional Chinese medicine inherited and spread by the Chinese nation has been very perfect. When a woman gives birth, as long as she is not too unlucky or has too little ideas, the infant mortality rate can be controlled.

But barbarians such as the Mongols and Jurchens are still in the ignorant shaman era, and there is no way to guarantee the survival rate of their new generation.

To put it bluntly, no matter whose child it is, as long as it survives and is raised by someone else, then it is someone else's property.

Cattle, horses, and livestock are property, pasture is property, tents are property, and manpower is also property.

To put it more bluntly, the inheritance of bloodline is something that can only be achieved by civilized society or the nobles among these barbarians. Ordinary people cannot even guarantee their own survival, property and life, so how can we talk about these many things?

Woolen cloth?

Even the West, which flaunts a civilized society, even in this era, doesn't it still flaunt the so-called "right of first night"?

However, the difference between this time and later generations is that these people obviously not only give birth to one child, even if they memorize some ideas...several children are the offspring of others, but as long as they don't memorize too much and work tirelessly... there will always be something.

Planted by me...

When Badalu was young, although the old slave Nurhaci had risen, he was still very weak and was far from conquering other Jurchen tribes.

At that time, the main opponents of the Jurchens were the neighboring Mongols. They were constantly killing and attacking each other.

At that time, Ming Dynasty was like a ‘referee’.

Whoever wins the fight will share some benefits with him, and whoever loses the fight will go to comfort him and seek justice. Anyway, it’s just a matter of talking, and he won’t spend any money...

When Badaru was ten years old, his father was defeated and killed, and their entire tribe became slaves of the Mongols.

However, although there are differences between the Jurchens and Mongols, the differences are not very big.

It's just that Badaru's identity has changed from a 'little prince' to a little slave.

But these people are naturally adaptable, and Badalu quickly adapted to the life of a slave. He was assigned to take care of cattle and horses.

Although the Mongols are barbarians, they have been raising cattle, horses and livestock for thousands of years, and their skills have been quite perfect. Even the Han people who are proficient in astronomy and geography cannot match this.

Badaru has been very smart since he was a child, and soon he became a qualified Mongolian slave when he was sixteen years old.

Not only was he good at raising cattle and horses, but he was also superb at riding. In addition, he was considered an adult at the age of sixteen, so he was incorporated into the fighting order among slaves.

It's just that the Mongolian tribe he belongs to is just a small wild tribe in the northern part of the Horqin Grassland. It is stronger than his father's Jurchen tribe, but compared with the real Mongolian giants, especially tribes like the Horqin royal family, it is like

The difference between a fly and an elephant.

By the time Badaru reached the age of twenty-five, he had already moved through five or six tribes.

But at this time, he was already an adult, especially with his horse-raising skills, and he could be regarded as a technical talent. His several masters all valued him. Slowly, he also gained some property, a woman, and a son.

Got slaves.

In this era, the Mongolian war horses, through survival of the fittest and constant cross-breeding, have basically transformed into strong and powerful Mongolian horses that can bear heavy loads.

However, among the Golden Family, including several royal families from large Mongolian tribes, there are still a very small number of sweat-blooded horses circulating.

It's a pity that their bloodline is no longer pure, and they have changed from war horses to 'ornament horses'.

It was when Badaru was nearly thirty years old that he saw a real bloody horse for the first time when he went to pay tribute to the Golden Family.

Of course, what he saw was only an average horse, not a very pure and bloody horse.

But even so, he fell in love with this baby at first sight and has been fascinated by it ever since.

It's a pity that with his financial resources and strength, he can't play with this thing at all. Just like in later generations, an ordinary hanging wire will only see a Rolls Royce, Maserati, or some big bull or calf.

Maybe you just look at the ocean and sigh, just take a look and think about it, there is no chance of touching it.

However, times are constantly changing.

Badaru's good luck soon came.

With the continuous rise of Nurhachi, the power of the Jurchens has also continued to grow. Especially after the Horqin tribe surrendered to the Jurchens, the Jurchens have truly become the most powerful bandit armed group in Northeast Asia.

Because Badalu could speak the Jurchen language, he also knew the habits of the Jurchens very well. Naturally, "people go to higher places, and water flows to lower places." When he was thirty years old, he decisively led ten people under his command.

Several households, as well as more than a hundred cattle, horses and livestock, took refuge with the Jurchens.

As the saying goes, ‘like a fish in water’.

Soon, Badalu rose to prominence in the Jurchen camp, and slowly rose to the high position of Niulu Zhangjing.

Especially after the founding of the Later Jin Dynasty, Badalu's status was further improved, and several of his daughters became women of the Later Jin nobles.

Badaru finally had the opportunity to start researching his bloody journey.

However, the sweaty horse is too precious after all. Even if Badaru has some resources, it is still difficult to play it.

It is easy to get a group of medium-blooded horses, but it is extremely difficult to get a stallion, especially an excellent stallion.

But~, as the old saying goes, 'As long as you work hard, an iron rod can be ground into a needle'...

After several setbacks, Badaru finally found a way and spent a lot of money to purchase a medium-blooded mare from a branch of the Golden Family, and conducted crossbreeding experiments that lasted for several years.

Unfortunately, the effect is not very ideal.

Even if the mares are only bred with the best Mongolian horses, their offspring, which are just slightly more beautiful Mongolian horses, still cannot meet the requirements of the Khan-blooded horses. In fact, their weight-bearing capacity will be lower.

decline.

Fortunately, Badaru finally learned a way to purchase a stallion with a medium-blooded horse.

So, he traveled thousands of miles north and crossed the vast ice fields. Finally, he met the wolf-like Cossacks and purchased from them a medium-blooded stallion and three horses.

A mare.

After returning, we continued cross-breeding research.

After seven or eight years of hard work, he finally found a clue.

Unfortunately, not long ago, he was implicated in his affair with Amin and was almost about to be executed. Fortunately, he promptly presented three medium-blooded BMW hybrids to Huang Taiji and Jierhalang, and he was spared.

Yu Nan was demoted from the fertile grassland area adjacent to the Horqin tribe in the north to Qingtai Yubao, which is very close to southern Liaoning.

"Li Shuai, this sweat-blooded BMW is the last effort of my servant for more than twenty years. Even if it is compared with the best sweat-blooded BMW, there is still a slight gap. But I dare to assert that even if there is a gap, it will still be the best."

It's definitely not far away. Especially, it is only three years old this year. Li Shuai, as long as you give it time and have some excellent resources, I believe that I will be able to cultivate a real hard-earned horse."

When it comes to horses, Badalu seems to have changed into a different person. He no longer has much fear, and he is simply eloquent and eloquent.

Beside Li Yuanqing, Chen Zhong and Yang Miaocai were already listening intently. Even the men not far away pricked up their ears and listened to Badalu's story without making any sound.

At this time, seeing the veins on Badaru's neck bulging with excitement, Li Yuanqing couldn't help but smile: "Badaru, frankly speaking, your story is really vivid. This bloody horse is also very beautiful.

However, I’m afraid this cannot be the reason for your survival.”

"Well?"

Badalu was so excited that he almost jumped to the sky. He thought he had already bluffed Li Yuanqing, but he never expected that at this moment, Li Yuanqing suddenly poured a basin of cold water on him from head to sole.

It feels so cold.

"Li Shuai, this, this... Li Shuai, slave, what on earth are you going to do? Li Shuai, please show me a way to survive!"

Badalu hurriedly knelt on the ground again, kowtowing desperately.

At this time, Chen Zhong and Yang Miaocai came to their senses.

Chen Zhong originally wanted to say something to ask Li Yuanqing not to hurt the old Tatar, but looking at Li Yuanqing's calm and composed appearance, Chen Zhong suddenly realized that Li Yuanqing had already made up his mind and there was no need for him to remind him.

On Yang Miaocai's side, his mind was obviously spinning much faster than Chen Zhong's.

He has already seen that Li Yuanqing is also interested in Badalu's craftsmanship, and he probably won't take his life directly. However, if Badalu doesn't spit out something real, I'm afraid~~,

Suffering some grievance is absolutely inevitable.

"Li Yuanqing is really... really unpredictable..."

Yang Miaocai didn't dare to think any more, for fear that some disrespectful thoughts towards Li Yuanqing would arise uncontrollably in his mind, which would set him on fire.

At this time, Li Yuanqing stood up, smiled and relaxed his hands and feet, and said with a smile: "Badalu, you don't want me to point out the way to survive, but you want to find it yourself. You should know that I, Li Yuanqing, am

All of my sons have a deep hatred for you Jurchen Tatars! Even if I, Li Yuanqing, want to let you go, I’m afraid my sons and daughters won’t agree!”

As he said that, Li Yuanqing smiled: "Haha. It's getting late. Badalu, think about it carefully. Brother, Brother Miaocai, it's time for us to have dinner."

"Well?"

Badalu was stunned for a moment and wanted to say something. At this time, Li Yuanqing had already strode away.

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Chapter completed!