As for going south again and regaining Jiangnan, it seems to have been forgotten.
In fact, the Manchu and Qing courts had too much time to take care of themselves.
The previous hair-cutting order was issued because after taking Jiangnan, Dorgon thought that the world was settled and he no longer needed to take into account the feelings of the Han people, so he implemented it forcefully.
Even after two years of rule, turmoil still broke out in the capital, and in places like Shanxi and Shandong, countless scholars led protests.
That's all, it's just suppression at worst.
However, scholars are worthy of being scholars, and they immediately realized the loopholes in the Qing Dynasty - lack of food.
Therefore, many people do not fight openly, but secretly fight against taxes.
It can not only reflect the spirit of confrontation, but also save money and food, why not do it?
Local officials were helpless.
Originally, droughts and epidemics had been frequent since the late Ming Dynasty. Once the local gentry concealed their population and land, they now even failed to cooperate on the surface, and the treasury was naturally empty.
The hair-cutting order, coupled with the land enclosure movement, immediately turned Beizhili into chaos, and the Taihang Mountains were full of fleeing people.
He lost his household registration and his fields were laid waste.
As a result, the summer harvest situation in the third year of Shunzhi became extremely serious.
Compared with the previous two years, the number of household registrations has decreased by 20%, and countless cultivated lands have been abandoned. The local government cannot and cannot compile statistics.
"Today, in the four provinces of Beizhili, Shandong, Henan, and Shanxi, the tax paid this summer will only be 3 million dan, and only 2 million dan will be provided to the court."
Fan Wencheng frowned. Such a simple yet exaggerated number really made him feel uneasy.
What can two million stones do?
One hundred thousand and eight banners, if you do nothing for a year, you will spend so much.
Hundreds of officials, hundreds of thousands of Han troops, and the royal family all needed to be raised.
Over the years, life has been difficult in Guan Nei, but Liaodong has not been much better. A large number of Shanxi merchants are needed to sell food to survive. Now they can only support three to five million shi at most.
The salt tax, commercial tax, etc. add up to only a few hundred thousand taels.
In other words, the Manchu Qing Dynasty today is resting on its laurels.
"How much is the gap?"
When Dorgon heard this, his head almost exploded, and he quickly shook his head and asked.
"There was a great epidemic in the capital, and there were many fewer people. However, the Eight Banners disciples brought their families into the city, and Taicang still lacked millions of stones of food, and so far gold and silver..."
Fan Wencheng didn't say anything, but just shook his head and said: "Wu Sangui's Guan Ning Army alone requires five hundred thousand taels a year."
Dorgon was silent.
He stood up, his expression very irritable.
The reason why those Ming troops took refuge in the Qing Dynasty was all false. Only one thing was true, and that was abundant money and food.
Over the years, there have been several invasions into the pass, plus last year's march south, a large amount of money has been accumulated in the imperial treasury.
But if we rest on our laurels year after year, how many years will we be able to rest on our laurels?
"Mr. Fan, is there anything you can do?"
Dorgon raised his head and said seriously.
"Your Majesty, the imperial court has only one way now, which is to capture Jiangnan, the richest place in the world."
Fan Wencheng said directly and decisively: "Whether it is Shandong, Shaanxi, or the white land of Henan, it doesn't matter. Only Jiangnan is the top priority."
"Of course I understand!" Dorgon touched his beard and said solemnly:
"Since you can't get it once, then try it a few more times."
"To build a new navy and train the army, money and food are needed."
Dorgon narrowed his eyes and said, "In this case, let's suspend the execution of the hair-shaving order!"
"Wei Chen understands."
Fan Wencheng knew that this was a compromise by the regent.
The so-called suspension means that there is no longer strict supervision, and you can let it go freely. Those who have already shaved their hair will naturally continue to shave.
That's what politics is, constant compromise.
But he understood that when Jiangnan was captured, the hair-shaving order would be implemented again.
…
And just as Zhu Yixi was preparing for the enthronement ceremony, the order from Beijing to shave his head and enclose the land finally reached Nanjing.
In an instant, a huge wave of public opinion arose.
At this time, everyone in Fushe was in chaos, while several groups were in full swing.
If Fushe is good at talking about politics and participating in politics, then several societies are a gathering place for a group of young literary people.
As the leader of several societies, Chen Zhilong looked at the dozens of members in front of him, his whole body trembling and his eyes red:
"Your body, hair, and skin are all inherited from your parents. Don't regret it lightly. You are so rampant in establishing slaves that you even want to replace Xia with barbarians."
On the side, Xia Yunyi (the father of Xia Wanchun) also pulled his beard and said angrily:
"Surviving yourself into slavery is already disloyal. Those shameless people actually shaved their hair and changed into clothes, humiliating their ancestors. It is shameful, despicable, and extremely abominable..."
I scolded him several times in a row, but I still couldn't understand my hatred.
But after all, I am a scholar, and I keep saying the same words back and forth. I want to learn the slang of the country, but my face is red and I can't say it.
"Then, what should Mr. Hou do? The Donglin Party..."
Suddenly, someone said cautiously.
"What time has it been? Don't worry about them."
Chen Zhilong roared loudly: "The country has been ruined and the ritual state has been overthrown. If we have such money and pigtails in the future, how can we face our ancestors?"
"We are going to petition and implore the King of Yu to make an expedition to the north, save the people from the fire and water, and save the country of rites."
At this time, Xia Yunyi panicked and quickly grabbed his arm and said, "Have you forgotten Hou Fangyu's lessons learned from the past?"
"His Royal Highness, Prince Yu, hates forming cliques for personal gain and gathering people to make trouble. If one of you is not good enough, he will be imprisoned and his family will be affected."
Although Zhao Zhilong was forty years old, his passion was still there. He raised his head and said, "Are you afraid?"
Xia Yunyi shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "I'm not afraid. I'm just afraid that before I die, I won't see the restoration of the Ming Dynasty and die in vain at the hands of my own people."
This time, Zhao Zhilong fell silent.
All the literary youths also fell silent.
This statement is too real and cannot be refuted.
Zhao Zhilong suppressed and said: "Are we just going to let it happen?"
"Don't all the civil and military officials in the dynasty do anything?"
Xia Yunyi said calmly: "This kind of thing is not suitable for us to bring up. It should be brought up by those powerful people, which is the best result."
Several people in the community sighed.
I'm afraid that's all it can do.
In Hu's house, a group of civil servants gathered together because of Beijing's order to shave their heads and enclose land.
This time, it was Wang Ying who had a strong back and was the first to speak:
"Your Highness, Jiannu has gone against the grain. The people in the north are in dire straits and are crying for food. I sincerely request Your Highness to obey the people's will as soon as possible, ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor, and order the south to launch a northern expedition against Jiannu——"
Note that the popular sentiment at this time refers to small and medium-sized landowners headed by homesteaders, also commonly known as property owners.
They understand a little bit of culture, participate in local governance, and cooperate with government actions, but their minds are simpler.
However, it’s not just them now?
When the order to shave their heads came out, even the big landowners who wanted to seek peace could only fight to the end.
This is not a change of dynasty, this is the barbarians' desire to change China and enslave it in all aspects, from spirit to body.