The river breeze is still there, and the warm sun is blowing on my face.
The sunshine in early October makes people feel comfortable and want to yawn.
After staying in Wuchang Mansion for only half a day, Zhu Yixi left directly without caring about what happened next.
Standing on the deck, King Hanyang looked at the finless porpoises that jumped up from time to time. They were plump and round, very cute.
This reminded him of pandas. When he entered Sichuan, he should have brought two back.
"Your Highness, you just left like this!"
Sun Xuan'er's long, round legs still fit perfectly even after being soothed in every possible way.
Resisting the soreness, she took three steps and two steps at a time, her burden pressing on the man's back, pressing against her, her pretty face full of doubts.
"That dog officer, why don't you teach him a lesson?"
"Dog officers? There are dog officers everywhere in the world."
Zhu Yixi turned her head and saw Sun Xuan'er, whose face was full of peach blossoms after the rain hit the banana trees, and couldn't help but sigh:
"Treating the symptoms rather than the root cause. Although Huguang is newly restored, most of them are old officials. We must seriously study and change this situation."
Upon hearing this, Sun Xuan'er nodded and placed her chin on the man's shoulder.
She believed in the man in front of her a hundred times. If she said she wanted to change, she would definitely change.
Zhu Yixi looked at the river and fell into thinking.
The current situation is very similar to that of Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang.
Inheriting the territory of the previous dynasty, they also took over the entire corrupt official class with double-minded intentions.
However, Zhu Yuanzhang could launch large-scale prisons, clean up the officialdom, and then pass the imperial examination to promote new people to occupy the pits, thereby achieving the goal of cleaning up the officialdom.
It is not difficult to clean up the officialdom, but at present, foreign enemies are around, so large-scale warfare is not allowed, and small-scale cleanup is appropriate.
For example, in recruitment orders and recruitment halls, without a few months of training at the Military and Political Department, it is impossible to be qualified for an official position.
Jinshi scholars have a year and a half to study government affairs, and they can only be called playthings if they are directly put into office.
"Dark Patrol Agent, this can be set up permanently."
Touching the goatee on his chin, Zhu Yixi's thoughts suddenly opened up.
This position he made up at will can be formally established to inspect local areas and clean up the officialdom in a step-by-step manner.
In this way, the officialdom will not collapse, promote the self-cleaning of the officialdom, and make room for new people.
Be step-by-step, have a purpose, and take your time.
After deciding on this strategy, Zhu Yixi felt refreshed instantly.
Governing a country is like cooking fresh food, which cannot be wasted.
Feeling the soft burden on his back, he suddenly turned around, kissed the woman's face, and said:
"The lineage of King Hanyang needs to spread its branches and leaves!"
With that said, with Sun Xuan'er's pink face blushing, she held her waist and walked towards the cabin.
The boat swayed with the river, and the sound came from the waves.
After some intimate exercise, the boat has arrived at East Lake.
At this time, East Lake was connected to the Yangtze River and was considered a good place.
Hundreds of shipwrights brought back from Sichuan, together with the previous craftsmen, worked hard for the navy of His Highness King Hanyang.
For the shipbuilding industry, a few months is indeed a short time, but the modification is not bad.
Several docks were built, and a large number of merchant ships were moored on the water. Thousands of craftsmen, working as fathers and sons, masters and apprentices, worked on the ships, making it very lively.
"Your Highness, dozens of warships have been built now. Please take a look."
The man in charge of ship construction was originally an official craftsman from Wuchang Prefecture. His name was Wang Daxing. He was in his fifties, extremely smart and honest.
He had special respect for the King of Hanyang who promoted him:
"Nowadays, there are more than 20 lucky ships, all of which are made of 500 materials and can carry hundreds of people. There are also many sand ships that have not been modified, but they can carry people."
"As long as the artillery arrives, a warship can be formed."
"How many people can it carry?"
Of course Zhu Yixi understood that Zuo Liangyu didn't know how to use water at all, and a large number of ships were either dockyards or plundered.
For him, the main purpose is to facilitate the transportation of troops and horses.
Moreover, the ship has reserved artillery positions. When the time comes for a French cannon to be used, the left army, which is accustomed to springboard operations, will face a dimensionality reduction attack.
Therefore, Zhu Yixi has no worries about combat, as long as the transportation capacity is sufficient.
"About thirty thousand people."
Wang Daxing thought for a while and said truthfully.
"keep it up!"
Zhu Yixi said in a deep voice: "Before the end of the month, I need to be able to transport 50,000 people."
"Yes!" Wang Daxing hurriedly bent down and responded.
The huge East Lake is full of boats and very busy.
Zhu Yixi was a little worried at this time. There were ships, but where were the sailors?
For the current plan, we can only try our best to drag the fishermen over, as long as they can drive the boat.
Once Jiujiang is captured, a large number of people can be captured. If not, they can go to Poyang Lake to recruit water thieves.
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While Zhu Yixi was busy in the south, the Manchu Qing Dynasty who had entered the customs were also struggling.
The senior officials headed by Dorgon, especially the Han officials, unanimously believed that if they wanted to "make progress", the capital must be moved to Beijing.
Only by occupying this pass can we further unify the country and "build a cause that will last for thousands of years."
Therefore, in August, the capital began to be moved. The young Shunzhi and the imperial court set out from Shenyang, Shengjing.
In September, he arrived in Beijing.
On October 1st, Dorgon, in the name of Shunzhi, promulgated the enthronement edict to the world at Huangji Gate and officially established Beijing as the capital.
On this day, Shunzhi officially named Dorgon the regent of his uncle, bestowed him with a Diao Mang court robe, ordered the Ministry of Rites to build a monument for Dorgon, and bestowed Dorgon with a book of treasures.
Not to mention that Dorgon stole Shunzhi's limelight, but politically, Dorgon was officially above the kings and had unquestionable power.
At the same time, Huang Taiji's eldest son Hauge, who had been demoted during the fight for the throne, was also re-titled Wangjue and Prince Su.
This also means that it no longer threatens Dorgon, which means that Hauge is already defenseless and destined to be miserable.
"Prince Regent, there are many errors in the calendar of the previous Ming Dynasty. Now that the Qing Dynasty has entered Beijing, it is time to reset the calendar to show its orthodoxy."
Dorgon sat upright, his round face deep in thought.
In front of him, there was a European with a long beard, deep-set eyes, a high nose, and wearing Confucian robes, who was preaching his calendar in a serious manner.
His Chinese is very authentic and he is more fluent than Dorgon.
Tang Ruo couldn't help but feel happy when he saw Dorgon looking like this. This was exactly what he was thinking about.
Re-revising the calendar means that he has officially entered this new court and is about to embark on a new journey with the important task of promoting the teachings.
"The calendar must be revised."
Dorgon raised his head and said in a deep voice: "However, although the calendar is important, the artillery cannot be ignored. Mr. Tang, I will trouble you more."
"I know." Tang Ruowang nodded hurriedly.
Fan Wencheng on the side saw that he had trampled on the great unification history of the Central Plains for many years, and couldn't help but retort:
"Mr. Tang, how can you easily assert that the statistics are wrong because of your words? Furthermore, there is still the possibility of going back to the Hijri calendar and revising the calendar. I'm afraid it will be in vain."