While Zhu Yixi was enjoying life, Hong Chengchou was also preparing to leave Beijing.
Before leaving, he thanked the young Emperor Shunzhi for his gratitude. The young emperor looked confused.
Prince Regent Dorgon looked serious.
This time, Dorgon not only asked him to take away two thousand Han and Eight Banners, but also one thousand Mongolian Eight Banners.
These three thousand people are the support of his commander in charge of the Central Plains.
However, the regent's face was not good-looking, and he was even quite irritable.
Of course Hong Chengchou understood the reason.
Azig and Duduo, one was defeated and the other died. As Dorgon's brothers, both armies failed.
What's even more embarrassing is that Hauge, who originally thought he was going to Shandong for a stroll, has gradually regained the state capital. Although it was just a matter of size and easy to capture, in comparison, he immediately seemed outstanding.
Dorgon's lungs were so angry that he was busy dealing with Hauge.
Since you can't kill the intruder quickly, you can only fight slowly.
Thinking of the 300,000 taels of silver he carried in his arms, Hong Chengchou felt quite complacent.
"No matter how many temples there are, they are still not as powerful as uniting the army to kill the enemy."
Feeling this unparalleled trust, Hong Chengchou was in high spirits.
Now that the imperial court has taken control of Shanxi, Beizhili, and Shandong provinces in less than half a year after entering the pass, the intruders in Shaanxi are particularly dazzling.
As soon as I left the capital, my face was desolate.
In front, soldiers beat gongs and drums thirteen times.
The sound of the gong means "all civil and military officials, soldiers and civilians, big and small, get out of the way".
And the entourage shouted loudly.
The sound of gongs and drums is loud and deafening, swearing the master's status.
When Zeng Guofan took office as governor of Liangjiang and went on a trip, the sound of gongs and drums frightened even his own grandson to death.
In the rear, Hong Chengchou was riding in the eight-carriage Dajiao, with thirty-four people in the honor guard, holding avoidance, silence signs, flying tiger flags, apricot-yellow umbrellas, green fans, golden sticks, etc.
The troops gathered in front and behind, with extraordinary momentum.
When the curtains are lifted, the grass on both sides of the official road is lush and green, and there are only a few people working the fields. When they lower their heads and kowtow, they can see how skinny they are.
Just as he was about to lament how difficult people's livelihood was, he saw a group of people running for their lives in ragged clothes.
"Help, help!!!"
Just behind them, several soldiers on horseback also shot arrows with a ferocious smile, and men who ran away were shot to death one after another.
A child of five or six years old fell down. Before he could cry, he was trampled by a horse's hoof. His chest was sunken and he lost his breath.
But the horse ropes in their hands directly tied up the women who wanted to escape, and then they pulled them onto the horses' backs without hesitation and drove away.
He doesn't care about the official team.
The cries of women and the ferocious laughter of soldiers were particularly conspicuous on the empty grass.
The people who had their heads lowered and their bodies trembling were trembling, hearing the cries for help and not daring to raise their heads at all.
After a while, there were only a dozen corpses left on the ground.
The marching Eight Banners watched with relish. They had done this kind of scene often and were used to it.
As the sedan chair went away, Hong Chengchou could vaguely see his body being gathered up by the people, as if it was about to be buried.
"Alas!" Hong Chengchou sighed and ignored it.
The expansion of the land enclosure order was the result of the regent's strong push and the strong demands of the Eight Banners.
Those lands are originally official fields and imperial villages. Even if it is your own land, as long as you cultivate it, once it is assigned to the Eight Banners, you will have no choice but to accept your fate.
Whether it's land, wives, daughters, or real estate, all belong to the Eight Banners, thus honoring and supporting the Eight Banners' men.
If you resist and flee, be prepared to be killed.
"What's wrong with being a slave and a maid for the sake of the Qing Dynasty?"
Hong Chengchou said with emotion.
Soon, the army continued to move south without stopping.
The scenery along the way made Hong Chengchou look worried.
too poor.
The villages are deserted, the roads are in a mess, and during the spring plowing period there are not many people farming.
How can we supply the army without food? How can we recruit soldiers and horses?
After thinking again and again, Hong Chengchou said softly: "We still have to appease the traitors!"
He didn't expect the Three Thousand Eight Banners to do anything.
In other words, these 3,000 people only functioned as military governors. For real war, we still had to rely on the Han people.
Once summer comes, the Eight Banners will become acclimatized and their combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced. This is something he must consider.
Within ten days, he arrived at Zhangde Mansion.
The dividing line between North Zhili and Henan is not the Yellow River, but the little-known Zhangshui River.
Zhangde, Weihui, and Huaiqing, these three prefectures are located to the north of the Yellow River. They suffered little military disasters and floods, and naturally preserved their vitality.
As soon as he entered Henan, Hong Chengchou urged local spring plowing. After all, he sent his own soldiers to rush around, which greatly accelerated the progress of spring plowing in the three prefectures.
In addition, he also sent people to recruit soldiers in the three prefectures and organize and train the Han army.
It took almost only ten days to recruit 3,000 people to serve as supervisors.
At this time, he leisurely met with the gentry of the three mansions: "The Qing Dynasty has always treated scholars favorably. Now as long as they have merit and fame, no matter how talented they are, they can become officials!"
"Thieves are wreaking havoc, but they are like grasshoppers after autumn. They can only jump around for a few days. Although the Ming Dynasty was established in Nanjing, they are just remnants. The imperial court can destroy them with a single move -"
The gentry naturally nodded in agreement, looking at his bare forehead, their thoughts turning over and over again.
That's all there is to it, but shaving your head is really uncomfortable.
"Supervisor, don't you know that the imperial court is shaving your hair?"
Someone who couldn't bear his temper asked hurriedly.
"The Han people follow the Han people, and the Manchu people follow the Manchu people."
Hong Chengchou glanced sideways at him, and when he saw the curiosity in everyone's eyes, he slowly spoke.
In today's Manchu Qing Dynasty, the nobles of the Eight Banners, including Dorgon, are accustomed to using the Han Dynasty to control the Han Dynasty. As long as they can consolidate their rule, they don't care about their hair.
Even the official robes of many people were from the Ming Dynasty when they went to court, and no one cared about them.
Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
It's certainly nice to be an official and you don't have to shave your hair.
For a time, there was an endless stream of flattery.
Of course, there are also those who are stubborn and have excuses for not coming.
However, Hong Chengchou did not dislike these people. He deeply understood that officials are no longer good or bad, only loyal.
Furthermore, the existence of staff and the intelligence of officials no longer matter.
The three prefectures in Henan did not belong to the capital and did not suffer from enclosure, so they were very obedient to Hong Chengchou.
Immediately, a large amount of food, gold and silver came into his account, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief.
Food, in particular, is what is most in short supply during the current lean period.
"In other words, Luoyang has become an empty city now?"
When Hong Chengchou heard the news from the scouts, his heart moved.
Zhu Yixi gave up Luoyang because he knew it was a desperate situation, but this was not the case for him.
The three prefectures north of the Yellow River can continuously transport grain and grass.
Reoccupying Luoyang would not only spread the power of the Qing Dynasty throughout Henan, but for him, it would also give a good explanation to the court, especially the regent.
"The four towns in Jiangbei are just the right place to connect."
ps: Since readers from other channels cannot see the recommended book, I will recommend it again - The Rebirth of the Tang Dynasty, about the end of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. You can take a look at it.