The rain in Beijing is different from the cold in Liaodong. It is a little moist, but also a little cool, icy and cold, falling straight down without stopping at all.
It is rare for Beijing to have such good weather, and the streets were in a state of panic for a while, with countless people wearing wet clothes.
But it was good after all. It washed away the dirty streets and washed a large amount of excrement and garbage mixture directly into the two flood discharge rivers, making Beijing seem to have changed its appearance.
In the era when there was a lack of main sewers, during the rainy season, the two flood discharge ditches running north to south were discharged to the southern moat of the outer city. These two flood discharge rivers were collectively called Daming trenches, and now they are called East and West ditches.
Although the East and West ditches can drain rainwater, when it encounters heavy rain, the capital will inevitably be flooded with water. According to the "Records of the Ming Dynasty": In the leap six months of the thirty-fifth year of Wanli, the capital was hit by floods, resulting in the "Nine Qu Ping Road"
River", Chang'an Street reached "five feet of water depth".
But for the rich and powerful, they are not worried about floods, and they even have the leisure to sigh.
"Well, the rain in Beijing is really different from that in Liaodong."
Wu Sangui looked at the rainwater gathering in the courtyard and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
His arms are strong and slender, and he is very good at bow and arrow. His legs are bent inward, which is caused by him riding a horse and shooting arrows since he was a child.
He has a pair of sharp tiger eyes, a slightly round face, and a beard covering half of his face.
"Why should King Pingxi express his feelings?"
At this time, a Confucian scholar appeared beside him, with a slender figure, fluttering robes, and a confident look on his face.
"Sir, is this city of Beijing livable?"
Wu Sangui withdrew his gaze, took the raindrops from under the eaves, put them into his mouth with his surprised gaze, and then said lightly: "The rain from Liaodong is even sweeter."
"Beijing is as good as Beijing, and Liaodong is as good as Liaodong."
Seeing the solemn look on his face, Shifu couldn't help but said with a hint of meaning: "Prince Pingxi has to taste the various tastes himself."
Wu Sangui frowned when he heard this.
The title of King Pingxi was recently obtained.
After the Manchus entered the customs, they Pingxi Bo, and now the Pingxi County Prince, the Manchus' wooing can be seen.
But even so, Wu Sangui was quite hesitant and even felt uneasy.
Without him, the situation has changed.
To this day, he still does not regret turning the switch and leading the Qing troops to defeat Li Zicheng.
After all, Emperor Chongzhen was killed. As a minister, he had to take revenge no matter what. He was upright and had a clear conscience.
Sure enough, Li Zicheng collapsed at the first touch, and now he can only stay in Shaanxi, like withered bones in a grave.
However, the Nanjing court was established again, and the Ming Dynasty came to life again in an instant.
Although it was only half of the country, its momentum was astonishing. He killed Prince Duduo of Yu, defeated thousands of eight banners, and had an army of 300,000 in Jiangbei. It was like another Northern and Southern Dynasty.
Should I be a king under Jiannu or a prince in Nanming? This is a question.
"The king is worried about the regent?"
Shifu looked at Wu Sangui's solemn expression, his heart moved, and he suddenly said.
"That's right!"
Wu Sangui agreed, looking at the pounding rain, and said solemnly: "I have long understood that if I submit to the Qing Dynasty, I will be a slave and a maid, driven by it."
"But after all, everything is for the children of Liaodong, and I can't let them shed all their blood."
Shi Fu understood that it was obviously a difficult problem given by the regent. He could only serve as a vanguard and wear down the Liaodong Army.
As a result, the loss of troops will be too heavy, and Wu Sangui's importance will be greatly reduced.
"What the regent has decided cannot be changed. Why not ask for more money and food, and then make a decision."
"well!"
When Wu Sangui heard this, he was unmoved and sighed. He was quite worried and said: "Sir, you don't know something. This time we are going south, and the imperial court has begun to deal with Nanming."
"Nan Ming?"
Shi Fu was startled and immediately said: "Aren't we going to attack the intruders? How to attack the south?" Gu
He came to his senses and frowned: "The water town south of the Yangtze River is not conducive to cavalry. Wouldn't it be even more difficult?"
"No!" Wu Sangui said in disgust, "I'm afraid my reputation will be even worse." It started to rain.
The rain in Beijing is different from the cold in Liaodong. It is a little moist, but also a little cool, icy and cold, falling straight down without stopping at all.
It is rare for Beijing to have such good weather, and the streets were in a state of panic for a while, with countless people wearing wet clothes.
But it was good after all. It washed away the dirty streets and washed a large amount of excrement and garbage mixture directly into the two flood discharge rivers, making Beijing seem to have changed its appearance.
In the era when there was a lack of main sewers, during the rainy season, the two flood discharge ditches running north to south were discharged to the southern moat of the outer city. These two flood discharge rivers were collectively called Daming trench, and now they are called East and West ditches.
Although the East and West ditches can discharge rainwater, when it encounters heavy rain, the capital will inevitably be flooded with water. According to the "Records of the Ming Dynasty", in the leap six months of the thirty-fifth year of Wanli, the capital was hit by floods, resulting in the "Jiu Qu Ping Road" River", Chang'an Street reached "five feet of water depth".
But for the rich and powerful, they are not worried about floods, and they even have the leisure to sigh.
"Well, the rain in Beijing is really different from that in Liaodong."
Wu Sangui looked at the rainwater gathering in the courtyard and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
His arms are strong and slender, and he is very good at bow and arrow. His legs are bent inward, which is caused by him riding a horse and shooting arrows since he was a child.
He has a pair of sharp tiger eyes, a slightly round face, and a beard covering half of his face.
"Why should King Pingxi express his feelings?"
At this time, a Confucian scholar appeared beside him, with a slender figure, fluttering robes, and a confident look on his face.
"Sir, is this city of Beijing livable?"
Wu Sangui withdrew his gaze, took the raindrops from under the eaves, put them into his mouth with his surprised gaze, and then said lightly: "The rain from Liaodong is even sweeter."
"Beijing is as good as Beijing, and Liaodong is as good as Liaodong."
Seeing the solemn look on his face, Shifu couldn't help but said with a hint of meaning: "Prince Pingxi has to taste the various tastes himself."
Wu Sangui frowned when he heard this.
The title of King Pingxi was recently obtained.
After the Manchus entered the customs, they Pingxi Bo, and now the Pingxi County Prince, the Manchus' wooing can be seen.
But even so, Wu Sangui was quite hesitant and even felt uneasy.
Without him, the situation has changed.
To this day, he still does not regret turning the switch and leading the Qing troops to defeat Li Zicheng.
After all, Emperor Chongzhen was killed. As a minister, he had to take revenge no matter what. He was upright and had a clear conscience.
Sure enough, Li Zicheng collapsed at the first touch, and now he can only stay in Shaanxi, like withered bones in a grave.
However, the Nanjing court was established again, and the Ming Dynasty came to life again in an instant.
Although it was only half of the country, its momentum was astonishing. He killed Prince Duduo of Yu, defeated thousands of eight banners, and had an army of 300,000 in Jiangbei. It was like another Northern and Southern Dynasty.
Should I be a king under Jiannu or a prince in Nanming? This is a question.
"The king is worried about the regent?"
Shifu looked at Wu Sangui's solemn expression, his heart moved, and he suddenly said.
"That's right!"
Wu Sangui agreed, looking at the pounding rain, and said solemnly: "I have long understood that if I submit to the Qing Dynasty, I will be a slave and a maid, driven by it."
"But after all, everything is for the children of Liaodong, and I can't let them shed all their blood."
Shi Fu understood that it was obviously a difficult problem given by the regent. He could only serve as a vanguard and wear down the Liaodong Army.
As a result, the loss of troops will be too heavy, and Wu Sangui's importance will be greatly reduced.
"What the regent has decided cannot be changed. Why not ask for more money and food, and then make a decision."
"well!"
When Wu Sangui heard this, he was unmoved and sighed. He was quite worried and said: "Sir, you don't know something. This time we will go south."