There was no need to send troops at all, just an imperial envoy was sent to wipe out the small Hongguang court before it had time to be established.
Emulate Tang Suzong Lingwu to ascend the throne, and then honor him Chongzhen as the Supreme Emperor? No, Zhu Yousong cannot be Li Heng, because he does not have Li Heng's team in the court.
Li Heng has been the prince for eighteen years.
What does Zhu Yousong have? Nothing. He is just a vassal king, and he is also a vassal king of the Ming Dynasty.
Therefore, in history, Zhu Yousong was just a puppet from beginning to end. The Donglin Party did not take him seriously, and Ma Shiying and the four towns in Jiangbei did not take him seriously. Even eunuchs such as Han Zanzhou and Lu Jiude never took him seriously. They didn't take him seriously, they just used him as a tool to make money. As long as Zhu Yousong had a little power to speak out, the small court of the Southern Ming Dynasty would not be like that.
For the emperor, the best situation is for the ministers below to fight without defeat, but the party struggle in Nanming has completely lost its bottom line. The Donglin Party and the Eunuch Party are both trying to kill each other, and would rather destroy the country than destroy each other.
So as soon as Meng Zhaoxiang arrived and news of Chongzhen’s southern tour of Yangzhou came,
Zhu Yousong's dream of being an emperor immediately disappeared like a bubble, without causing any waves.
Not only was Zhu Yousong unable to become emperor, but it was also unknown whether he could save his life. His cousin, Emperor Chongzhen, was notoriously mean and unkind and suspicious. Can he still be allowed to live?
So along the way, Zhu Yousong spent his time worrying about gains and losses.
When crossing the Yangtze River, Zhu Yousong even wanted to commit suicide by throwing himself into the river.
But when it came time to throw himself into the river, Zhu Yousong didn't have the courage.
Suicide is easy to say, but it takes courage to actually do it.
Zhu Yousong and his party traveled day and night. When they arrived at the camp outside Yangzhou City, it was already noon the next day, the sixth day of May, and they were told that Chongzhen was still sleeping.
So we could only wait outside the camp.
Shi Kefa and the others could only wait.
Huang Jiarui, the governor of Nanzhi Province, is also waiting.
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Chongzhen really got enough sleep this time.
I have been sleeping since yesterday morning, and I have slept for fourteen hours.
For more than a month before this, Chongzhen had hardly had a good night's sleep. Even when he fell asleep, he kept his ears open. If there was any disturbance outside, he would wake up immediately.
But this time I finally got enough sleep and finally made up for it.
After noon, Chongzhen finally opened his eyes in a daze.
Yawning, Chongzhen asked: "Wang Daban, how long is it?"
"Return to Long Live Lord, it's already the end of the year." Gao Qiqian's voice said.
"Gao Banban?" Chongzhen sat up from the couch and asked with a frown, "Where is Wang Chengen?"
"The prince is busy counting the money of the high thief." Gao Qiqian finished speaking and gave him a high five.
After the sound of high-fives, two thin women in thin clothes walked out from behind the curtain.
From Chongzhen's point of view, these two women are pretty, but their figures are really thin. For A!
The two women also held musical instruments in their hands, one holding a flute and the other a pipa. After bowing to Chongzhen, they began to play, play and sing.
"Wait a minute!" Chongzhen stretched out his hand to stop him.
When he looked at Gao Qiqian again, his eyes had turned cold.
Is this the fucking time to find a woman to play and sing every night?
"Gao Banpan, where did these two women come from? What do you want to do?"
Gao Qiqian said with a flattering look on his face: "Long live my lord, I think you have had a hard time on this journey, so I asked Yangzhou to find two girls to sing for you to relieve your boredom."
"Yangzhou?" Chongzhen looked even colder, "Yangzhou thin horse?"
"Long live Lord Mingjian." Gao Qiqian said with a smile, "Yangzhou's thin horse is famous all over the world."
"I think you want me to be reviled by everyone in the world!" Chongzhen shouted sharply, "Come here!"
The curtain was opened, and Wu Bang Tan and Meng Ke Rabbit, all in their usual attire, walked straight in, cupping their hands and saying, "The general is here!"
Chongzhen raised his hand and shouted: "Drag this bitch out and whip him twenty times in public!"
"Long live the Lord!" Gao Qiqian was so frightened that he lost his soul. No, what did you say? I just offered two beauties to please you. It's fine if you don't do well. Why did you get whipped instead?
twenty?
Twenty lashes? After these twenty lashes, I'm afraid I'll only have half my life left.
The two Yangzhou skinny horses were also so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they knelt on the ground and trembled.
"Drag it out." Chongzhen waved his hand again, lifted the charcoal up and walked out.
Loud wails of Gao Qiqian soon sounded outside the carriage house, but Chongzhen's eyes fell on the two skinny horses.
It is said that Shou Ma from Yangzhou was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, playing, playing, and singing. The wealthy businessmen and dignitaries all flocked to him, vying to take Shou Ma as their concubine and take pride in her.
Chongzhen's body responded quickly.
After all, his body is only thirty-three years old.
Your thirties are the years when your physiological needs are at their strongest.
But Chongzhen knew better what the situation was like in the Ming Dynasty now.
There are many beauties in the world, many more beautiful than the two in front of me.
And when can’t you find a woman when you want to? Do you have to choose this time?
In fact, Chongzhen had an imperial hegemony in his heart, and the Northern Expedition to regain the capital was just a small interim goal.
His ultimate goal was to conquer Liaodong, then Mongolia, then the Western Regions and Uzbekistan, then Central Asia, West Asia, and Southeast Asia, until he finally restored the territory of the Yuan Dynasty.
After all, the Ming Dynasty inherited the Yuan Dynasty.
While restoring the territory, we also need to have a concubine.
One concubine from the Jurchen tribe, one from the Mongolian tribe, and one concubine from the Uzbek tribe...
Not only did he have concubines for himself, but his sons and grandchildren also wanted to have many concubines.
The Ming Dynasty's refusal to intermarry was actually a big mistake. Intermarriage was actually the most efficient means of integration, which could effectively integrate surrounding ethnic minorities into the Chinese family.
Jiannu relied on this trick to swallow up Horqin Mongolia.
Therefore, Chongzhen will have many concubines in the future.
As for the two in front of me, forget it.
When Chongzhen was thinking about how to deal with these two women, Wang Chengen hurried in.
"Wang Daban, are you here?" Chongzhen said angrily, "Why don't you stop Gao Qiqian, this bitch? If this thing gets spread, wouldn't I become a coward like King Zhou?"
Wang Cheng'en said: "Long Live Master taught me that this is my fault."
In fact, Wang Chengen does not need to admit his mistake at all, because he has no knowledge at all.
"Why don't you defend yourself?" Chongzhen said, "This matter has nothing to do with you."
Wang Cheng'en said: "It would be the greatest dereliction of duty for this old slave to cause His Majesty troubles."
"You are really good at talking." Chongzhen snorted and said, "Who gave these two women?"
Wang Cheng'en said: "Huang Jiarui, governor of Nanzhi Province."
Chongzhen asked again: "Is Huang Jiarui here?"
Wang Cheng'en said: "Just listen to the announcement outside the camp."
Chongzhen thought for a moment and said, "Let him in."
Wang Chengen said yes and went out to bring Huang Jiarui in.
Although Huang Jiarui felt contempt in his heart, he still paid homage: "I, the governor of Nanzhi, visit Huang Jiarui..."
"Okay, this is a military camp, no need to be polite." Chongzhen interrupted Huang Jiarui impatiently, and then pointed at the two women huddled in the corner of the tent and said, "What's going on with these two women? Who asked you to send them here?"
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Huang Jiarui probably guessed what was going on and replied: "The official was ordered by Eunuch Gao."
"Gao Qiqian asked you to find a woman, so you did it?" Chongzhen scolded with a dark face, "You are the governor of Nanzhi in the Ming Dynasty, not a domestic slave of his Gao Qiqian family, do you understand?"
Huang Jiarui's face turned red instantly.
I really want to say, isn’t it because of you, Your Majesty?
Otherwise, I will get up high and dive into that dog's erection?
"Be more careful in the future." Chongzhen snorted coldly, "Unless I give an order directly, you must not just listen to the wind and rain and be ordered around by a few eunuchs."
"I will obey the holy precepts." Huang Jiarui's face turned dark.
"Now let's get down to business." Chongzhen waved his hand and said, "I ask you, how much food can Yangzhou raise in ten days?"
Huang Jiarui calmed down and thought about it before replying: "There are more than 400,000 people in Yangzhou City. There are rice shops and more than 200 grain shops in the east and west cities. Each shop stores about 5,000 shi Youqi, a total of about 1 million.
In addition, there are more than one million shi of grain that has not been transported northward and is still stored in the warehouse in Yangzhou."
"Only two million stones?"
Chongzhen frowned suddenly.
This little food is far from enough.
The Huanghuai defense line in Chongzhen's conception stretched for more than 1,500 miles from Kaifeng Prefecture to Huai'an Prefecture. At least thirty general soldiers would be deployed, and each general soldier would guard the river defense for an average of fifty miles!
In addition to garrison troops, there must also be mobile troops.
The field mobile force also needs at least ten total soldiers.
This adds up to forty total soldiers, and assuming there are 10,000 people in each town, that is an army of 400,000!
In order for a soldier to maintain sufficient physical strength, the daily ration should not be less than two kilograms. For 400,000 people, that is 800,000 kilograms per day, which is equivalent to about 5,200 shi.
A month is about a stone.
Six months is nearly 900,000 stone.
It's early May now, and in six months it will be November.
At that time, the output of the farmland will be able to catch up.
900,000 koku is not much, right? 2 million koku is more than enough, right?
In fact, this is completely wrong, because to build the Huanghuai Defense Line, it is not enough to rely on 400,000 troops. It is also necessary to recruit a large number of civilians and refugees to help build fortifications and strengthen city defenses.
How many people are enough to make the people strong? 500,000 is the minimum, and 2 million is not too much.
Therefore, 2 million shi of grain is really a drop in the bucket and far from enough.
Huang Jiarui saw Chongzhen's dissatisfaction and continued: "If we raise food from Su, Song, Chang and other prefectures, we can raise more than 5 million shi in three months. If it is still not enough, we will have to raise food from Huguang,
Guangdong and Guangxi even purchase grain from Nanyang through maritime trade, but it may take a long time."
"Marine merchant?" Chongzhen suddenly thought of a navy and three kinds of food.
This navy and these three kinds of food are crucial to the proposed Huanghuai defense line.
Then he turned to Wang Chengen and said: "Wang Daban, please remember that when the officials from the Nanjing Ministry of Rites come in later, ask them to immediately draft an edict and prepare the canonization documents and iron certificates to ennoble Zheng Zhilong, the Fujian coastal defense guerrilla, as the Marquis of Nan'an and the commander-in-chief of the navy division.
Soldiers, and asked him to lead his navy north to King Huanghuai Qin as soon as possible. Oh, by the way, let him bring more sweet potatoes, potatoes and corn."