The steps to implement a policy are extremely complicated, and the preliminary work includes research, discussion, and decision-making.
In the later stage, there is publicity, material preparation, personnel organization, and implementation.
Especially large-scale migration policies involving millions of people and several provinces, the time consumed was basically calculated in months in this feudal era.
However, with the emperor almost speaking out, the research and discussion were decided to be completed in one day.
Is immigration necessary? Yes.
Then go and do it.
As for the suffering of the people, it is necessary to sacrifice for the country.
Therefore, in just one day, the cabinet drafted the imperial edict, reviewed it during the process, and issued it to all ministries.
Sichuan was filled with Henan, and Hunan was filled with Hubei. It was officially implemented.
It's just that it's more troublesome in terms of implementation.
The Ministry of Personnel needs to organize officials; the Ministry of Household Affairs needs to investigate population distribution and land division; the Ministry of War needs to mobilize troops to transport each other; and the Ministry of Industry needs to arrange routes and prepare transportation.
The Metropolitan Procuratorate needs to issue orders to various prefectures and require them to supervise their actions. The newly established Organization Department needs to arrange low-level officials, three elders, and district chiefs for those dilapidated prefectures and counties, which is indispensable.
Only the Ministry of Punishment and the Ministry of Rites are relatively free.
In this way, it seems that the specifications of the Immigration Department are not enough.
In fact, although various ministries are involved, the ministers are not busy. It is just that their doctors and ministers need to go to the Immigration Department to communicate.
To put it bluntly, the Immigration Department played a liaison and leadership role at this time. After all, the Ministry of Household Affairs needs to provide people, money and food. Without these two, nothing can be done.
Under such circumstances, the Immigration Department was established quietly but very busy. The number of officials under it easily exceeded a hundred, ranking first among all departments.
Just when the Central Plains is teeming with vitality, the Chahar Grassland is about to experience a storm.
"Snapped--"
A gunshot resounded across the vast grassland in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, a group of fleeing figures appeared on the horizon. They were dirty, braided, and without a few armors. The horses were panting, as if they were about to collapse at any time.
"Drive, drive——"
Timur held on to the reins tightly, reluctant and daring to let go. He looked back from time to time, as if he was followed by a group of devils, and his face was very ugly.
"Pah, pah, pah—"
There was a burst of gunfire, and a few more riders following him fell. Timur became more and more anxious.
As time went by, the team of hundreds of people gradually reduced to only a few people.
Just as the sun was about to set on the horizon, the horse under his legs gave out strength and he fell to the ground.
Suddenly, waves of black shadows appeared, with his back to the sun, giving him unprecedented pressure.
"Abu Nai, don't think that because you are with Mingren, you can do whatever you want on the grassland."
Timur raised his head stubbornly, and the braid on the back of his head curled up helplessly, like an innocent mouse.
"Hahaha, Timur, what's wrong with me just taking refuge in Mingren?"
Abu Nai raised his head, and there was a scar on his once young and tender face, which was three inches long from the eye socket to the lip, making him look extremely terrifying.
He looked down at the so-called Taiji, his expression becoming more ferocious with anger: "If you hadn't taken refuge with the Jurchens, our Golden Family would still rule the grassland."
"Look at your dirty rat braid. Is this something that a great Mongol warrior can have?"
Timur was panting and his face was pale, but You refused to admit defeat: "Humph, Abu Nai, the fight against Mongolia has been over a long time ago. The reputation of the Golden Family is not as good as that of a lamb."
"Is this the reason why you took refuge with the Jurchens and betrayed the Golden Family?"
Abu Nai suddenly calmed down, and he drew out his scimitar, which burst out with dazzling light in the remaining sunlight.
He looked at this person coldly and slashed him down without mercy.
Under the sharp knife, a head rolled, and the hot blood poured out irrigated this troubled grassland.
"Profuse sweating, it sounds like the sound of horse hooves, the scale exceeds ten thousand——"
Suddenly, his bodyguard's expression changed.
"This place is very close to the Zarut tribe. Timur married a woman from the Horqin tribe. I'm afraid reinforcements are coming."
"Walk--"
Abu Nai snorted coldly and walked away quickly.
These two thousand cavalrymen were all bloodthirsty, each had three horses, a sword in one hand, and a musket in the other. They were all elite cavalrymen of the Cai Chahar tribe, well-trained carbineers.
Abu Nai did not dare to be careless and quickly led the army to the west.
After returning to the Chahar tribe, Abu Nai once again accepted the cheers of the tribesmen. People were keen to follow an aggressive and invincible Khan.
After receiving funding from the Ming Dynasty and possessing mutual market capital, Abu Nai was as wealthy as his father Lin Dan Khan.
The Chahar Ministry's strength rapidly expanded.
In just over a year, the disobedient Manchu lackeys were successively devoured, and the Chahar tribe expanded to 20,000 households, with more than a hundred vassal tribes. It can be said that the prestige of the Chahar tribe was revitalized.
The key is that Abu Nai did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to obtain more than 3,000 matchlocks from the Ming Dynasty and form his own musketeers.
"Sweat-"
Returning to the tent, the female slaves tremblingly served him, changed his clothes, tidied up his appearance, and then met the generals.
"Khan, we don't have enough gunpowder."
At this time, a burly general raised his head, his round face full of anxiety: "There are only more than thirty barrels now, which is not enough for us to fight two battles."
"Then go buy it."
Abu Nai ordered decisively.
"But our wool has been sold out. If we want to exchange for gunpowder, we must exchange it for war horses, and we need two thousand horses at a time."
Now, everyone will be in an uproar.
This number is too much.
"What's the fuss about?" Abu Nai shouted without any psychological burden, his eyes showed majesty, and everyone lowered their heads under his gaze.
"What's a war horse?"
"For the great cause of the Chahar tribe, what's the point of a few war horses? It's not like they haven't been replaced before. At most, there will be more of them this time."
Everyone could only give up.
"Mr. Jin, I wonder why Ming Dynasty has such a big appetite this time?"
Abu Nai turned his head and asked a thin man wearing a Mongolian robe.
He is the representative of the Ming Dynasty in Chahar, Jin Zeming.
"Hey!" Jin Zeming sighed and said: "Our country went to North Korea to fight against the Jian slaves, killing ten thousand people and losing a lot of war horses, so I wanted to come to Chahar to exchange some."
As soon as he said this, the Mongolian generals in the big tent became frightened and looked sideways.
These are ten thousand people, and they are Manchu cavalry, so how powerful is the Ming Dynasty?
"Besides, I just got the news from the government. Fortunately, the Great Khan came back in time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."
Jin Zeming looked solemn.
"What's the matter?"
Abu Nai said seriously.
"The Manchu Qing Dynasty mobilized the Khalkha Mongolia, Horqin Mongolia, and the Eight Banners of the headquarters to prepare to annihilate the Chahar tribe in one fell swoop."
At this time, the military tent was like an underwater oil pan, crackling and making noises.