Three hundred and fiftieth eight chapters bad news one after another
Huang Taiji's personal guards naturally knew Fan Wencheng. Seeing his appearance, they were immediately shocked and hurriedly passed the message for him.
At this time, Huang Taiji was discussing matters with Ning Wanwo, Ma Guangyuan, Tong Yangxing and other Han ministers. He was overjoyed when he heard that Fan Wencheng, who had gone to Zhangjiakou, had returned.
He happily said to these Han ministers: "I told you that Fan Qing is capable of both literary and military affairs. I am very relieved to leave everything to him."
After Huang Taiji finished speaking, he said to the bodyguard who came in to report: "Quick transmission."
The guard's expression was a bit strange, but seeing how happy Huang Taiji was, he thought for a moment and still didn't say anything. Khan would naturally know it when he saw it.
So the guards immediately left the palace to teach Fan Wencheng.
Huang Taiji thought about it, remembered Liu Xingzuo's incident, and said to Tong Yangxing: "With the additional food and iron equipment from Zhangjiakou, the plan to establish the Han army can be implemented this time. I intend to appoint you as the leader of this Han army."
How about the commander of the army?"
Tong Yangxing was the earliest Han Chinese to join the Jianlu people. He was related by marriage to the Jianlu people and was very close to Huang Taiji. Considering his reliability, he was the first choice.
Huang Taiji had been brewing the idea of setting up a Han army for a long time. It had two purposes. One was to increase Dai Jin's military strength. After all, there were too few Jurchens. Although they won every battle, there was always consumption. Giving birth to a girl was really a waste.
The number was too small, and Huang Taiji was not satisfied that the supplement of Dajin's combat power was limited to the Jurchen tribe.
The second purpose of establishing the Han army is to have an extra fighting force and increase the weight in one's hands, which can further suppress other Baylors and prepare for the final seizure of power.
Tong Yangxing was overjoyed when he heard that Huang Taiji had asked him to become the commander of the new Han army immediately. He originally thought that Fan Wencheng would be his strong competitor, but in the end, Huang Taiji still favored him.
Deep down in his heart, he still knew that his ability might not be as good as Fan Wencheng's, so the news about Huang Taiji was a real surprise to him.
"I have thanked my master. I will definitely live up to my trust, lead the Han army, and be loyal to my master." Tong Yangxing knelt down and saluted Huang Taiji under the jealous eyes of several other Han officials.
Huang Taiji admired Tong Yangxeng for understanding his feelings. Just as he was about to speak, a person stumbled in outside the palace door. As soon as he entered the hall, he called out "Master" and fell to the ground with a "plop".
When Huang Taiji heard the sound and looked over, he was startled to see a wild man in white running up to him.
The man wanted to stand up, but seemed unable to do so, so he simply crawled over to Huang Taiji, shouting as he climbed: "Master, this slave is back."
Huang Taiji heard the voice, saw his face clearly, and said in surprise: "Fan Wencheng, is that you?"
"Master, it's a slave. I finally met my master." Fan Wencheng replied with a cry.
Huang Taiji immediately stood up, approached Fan Wencheng, looked at him, and then shouted: "Here comes someone."
Two personal guards immediately came outside the palace gate, waiting for orders.
"Hel him up and give him a seat." Huang Taiji ordered.
Several other people in the hall looked at Fan Wencheng in shock. Why did this handsome guy Fan suddenly turn into a beggar?
"I have thanked my master. I have something important to report." Fan Wencheng said to Huang Taiji without any concern for his own indecency and devoted himself to serving the public.
"If the sky is not falling, you should sit down first and take a rest before talking." Huang Taiji's face was full of concern. While comforting him, he turned to his bodyguard and said, "Hurry up."
When Fan Wencheng heard this, he thought to himself that although among the Jurchens there were barbarians like Duduo, there were also wise and mighty Khans.
He got up from the ground, but did not stand up or sit down. He just knelt down and apologized to Huang Taiji: "Master, this slave is useless. I left late and failed to complete the master's entrustment."
Huang Taiji was startled after hearing this, looked at Fan Wencheng, and said a little strangely: "You're late, why are you late?"
"Master, the slaves rushed to Zhangjiakou day and night, but received news that the country had discovered that Fan Yongdou and others were doing business with Dajin, and they were all uprooted. The eight major Shanxi merchants, including all the merchants affiliated with the eight major Shanxi merchants, were doing business with Dajin.
The house was confiscated and executed!"
As soon as Fan Wencheng's words came out, several people in the hall were immediately shocked.
"Seriously?" Huang Taiji came back to his senses after a while and confirmed again in disbelief.
"Yes, how could the Ming Dynasty be so courageous? So many people were involved." Ma Guangyuan surrendered to the Jianqi during the Battle of Yongping. He also knew the situation in Zhangjiakou. The interests of that place were intertwined. If
If someone wants to touch those Shanxi merchants, they must have a big background.
"Master, I will never dare to lie to my master! It was Zhongxing Marquis of the Ming Dynasty who led the Baigan Army to the Xuan Mansion in the name of distributing the wages of the border troops, so no one escaped."
"Zhongxinghou? Is he the Zhongxinghou who blocked our Jin army at Qingshui Mingyue Pass?" Huang Taiji was already impressed by this name, and he immediately thought of it after hearing it.
"Master has a good memory, that's exactly what this thief did." Fan Wencheng complimented Huang Taiji, and then said through gritted teeth. People who don't know may think that Zhongxing Hou has a grudge against him for killing his father.
After hearing this, Huang Taiji stopped talking and paced back and forth in the palace. After thinking for a while, he stood still and asked Ma Guangyuan, "Who is this Zhongxing Hou?"
Although Ma Guangyuan was a prisoner who surrendered during the Battle of Yongping, he was also the last among these people to surrender. However, he had always been in the local area and did not know much about Zhong Jinwei's situation.
He thought for a moment and replied cautiously: "It is said that he saved the enemy and was named Zhongxing Bo. Maybe he was so bold that he luckily made some meritorious deeds when fighting against the Jin army, so he was named Zhongxing Hou."
"That's not what I want to hear. I want to know where he came from, what his abilities are, what he's good at, and what he likes?" Huang Taiji didn't hear what he wanted, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.
"This... this..., in the past, there were all kinds of news in the imperial palace newspapers, but then they disappeared for some unknown reason. I am in Yongping, so I don't know much about the affairs of the capital.
The slave is guilty and please be punished by the master." Ma Guangyuan's shaved bluish forehead was covered in sweat as he begged Huang Taiji.
Huang Taiji was the most rational among the Jianlu. He did not punish Ma Guangyuan for this, he just frowned and thought about it.
Tong Yangxing knew that these people were his companions, and being kind to them would help him gain a foothold when he led the Han army in the future, so he reminded him: "Master, in the past, all the internal news in the Ming Dynasty was unknown."
It was brought by those Shanxi merchants."
Tong Yangxing's words reminded Huang Taiji that now is not the time to ask about the matter of Marquis Zhongxing. The most important thing now is how to deal with the aftermath.
Zhangjiakou was copied like this by that Zhongxing Hou. Not only would food and military equipment be unable to be replenished from Zhangjiakou in the future, but other merchants would not dare to do business with Daikin again after hearing about this. Another key point is that the situation within the customs will also change.
A smear of darkness is extremely detrimental to the formulation of Daikin's future strategy.
Seeing that Huang Taiji remained silent, Fan Wencheng knew that he was thinking of countermeasures. But he still had something to say, so he interrupted: "Master, I have something important to report."
"Oh, what's the matter?" Huang Taiji asked with furrowed brows upon hearing this. Looking at Fan Wencheng's expression, he had an idea in his heart that it was definitely not good news.
"When I was going to Zhangjiakou, I encountered the Ming army marching out to retaliate against the Mongolian tribes who were close to Dajin. I saw that the matter was very important, so I sent my family back to Shengjing to report the news." When Fan Wencheng spoke, he emphasized it without leaving any trace in his tone.
On the road to Zhangjiakou.
"Where are the people? I haven't seen anyone report to me that something happened on the road?" Huang Taiji couldn't help but ask when he heard that such important news was not delivered in time.
"In Shengjing City, my wife was killed for protecting my slaves." When Fan Wencheng said this, he seemed to be talking about someone else and had nothing to do with him.
Huang Taiji became angry: "Who dares to kill people randomly in the city?" At this point, he realized that those who dared to kill people must be Jurchen nobles. So, he changed the subject and said: "You are wearing these clothes, you are
Keep filial piety for him?"
No one believed that Fan Wencheng would wear mourning clothes for his servants, but when he asked this question, he focused his attention on Fan Wencheng's personal ethics.
"The slave's mother heard that the slave's wife was robbed and that the slave died in the battle outside, so she was overly disturbed and passed away." When Fan Wencheng said this, he showed a sad expression on his face.
The matter came back to who did it. Fan Wencheng's wife was robbed, his servants were killed, and his mother was furious. For him, it was serious.
No matter what, Fan Wencheng was a good slave. Even if Huang Taiji showed it to the Han ministers in the palace, he still had to show something, so he had no choice but to ask: "Who did the good thing? I will make the decision for you."