In the city of Shengjing, Chen Mingxia, the official minister of the Ministry of Personnel, who was a prostitute in the 16th year of Chongzhen, was practicing calligraphy, his face full of contemplation.
He is a representative figure of Fushe
He was also a Hanchen who was brought to Liaodong and used by the Manchu Qing Dynasty.
As a prostitute, Chen Mingxia was naturally a smart man. He immediately sensed the weakness of the Manchu Qing Dynasty from Dorgon's serious illness.
The new imperial court he pursued has begun to linger on after withdrawing from Beijing.
At this time, a servant suddenly reported that Chen Zhilin, the Minister of Rites, had arrived.
Chen Zhilin was the second-ranked candidate in Chongzhen's ten years. Because he flattered Dorgon a lot, he was deeply trusted.
"Baishi, why are you stuck at home?"
Chen Zhilin came quickly with a smile on his face.
"Brother Yansheng, summer time has arrived and the water is raging!"
Chen Mingxia shook his head and said with some profound meaning: "For safety reasons, it is best to stay at home."
"What you said makes sense, but traveling to various places is a means of livelihood for traders. If it is interrupted, wouldn't it be like a fish out of water?"
Chen Zhilin spread his hands and said helplessly.
"Brother Yansheng, do you think we can still fish in rivers that are short of water?"
Chen Mingxia raised his head and said something thought-provoking.
Chen Zhilin was stunned.
He remained silent, as if he didn't know how to answer.
Although there are even three pounds of nails in a rotten ship, there is no hope for the Manchu and Qing Dynasty ships now. Those who boarded the ship have no choice but to be buried with them.
The officials of the Han Dynasty had quick minds, but for warriors like Zu Dashou, they could see most clearly that the Qing Dynasty was really going to perish.
The old fox for many years made him think about it in an instant.
"The good relationship we forged in Korea, if we continue it now, will not make my family rich, but it will be possible to keep it safe."
Looking up at the sky, Zu Dashou's cloudy eyes were full of expectation.
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At Yuquan Villa, the emperor was admiring a white elephant sent from Yunnan and several other mellow elephants.
The children saw these behemoths for the first time, and they kept screaming in exclamation for a while, especially because they were so happy to feed these creatures that they couldn't stop at all.
Zhu Yixi was not surprised at the elephant, but her eyes stopped on the little white elephant for a moment.
In the feudal era, albino animals were often representatives of auspiciousness. Zhu Meng and Li Dingguo were thoughtful in contributing to a stable rule.
"Your Majesty, I learned from the Ministry of Rites that since the Hongwu period, there have been 332 families of native officials in Yunnan, and there are currently 293 in the imperial court.
Most of the powerful people have come, but those little chieftains in the cracks of the mountain may not know about it at all, or they may have died long ago."
Du Yinxi, the Minister of the Lifan Academy, bowed behind him and glanced at the white elephant from the corner of his eye, but his heart started to growl.
This is such a flashy thing that you can only appreciate it if you eat it. The martial artist is really shameful and can only flatter you.
"Um!"
The emperor nodded and said casually: "Let's arrange for his son to study in the Imperial College. Don't let their hearts be chilled."
For those chieftains in Yunnan and Guizhou, Zhu Yixi really had no other solution but to slowly return them to their native places.
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For example, Li Dingguo followed Sun Kewang all the way to Burma, receiving hospitality along the way, or surrendering to Sun Kewang's chieftains, who either compensated, ceded territory, or even perished.
After this, more than ten chieftains were killed.
But in that tropical rainforest, in the corner of the country, setting up officials is a joke, and the language is incomprehensible.
Therefore, the imperial court still preferred to keep these toasts as they were.
Zhu Yixi also agrees with this, but proposes an asymptotic method:
Since you can't change the mountain people, then change the toast.
Let the chieftain transform from a barbarian into a knowledgeable scholar.
This kind of spiritual improvement is fatal to the toast.
After experiencing the prosperity of the capital city, who would want to return to the mountains and valleys of their hometown? The broadened horizons make them not want to be confined to the toast.
Making changes from top to bottom is the simplest and most convenient.
"Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles."
The emperor said calmly: "I have decided to form a mountain army in Yunnan. When the time comes, I will need the cooperation of the Lifan Yuan to recruit strong men from the various chieftains."
"Think about it, with this army, it will be difficult for Yunnan to have rebellion."
"Your Majesty is a wise man." Du Yinxi knew its profound meaning after just a few words.
With these leading parties, when the chieftain starts causing trouble, we can go straight to the stronghold and hit him right away.
"What do you think of the Chahar Department?"
Suddenly, the emperor's voice changed and he asked about the grassland.
Of course Du Yinxi understood that this was not a question about Chahar, but about Chahar's marriage.
In order to appease the grassland, marriage is naturally the simplest and most practical method.
Of course, the princess cannot marry outside, so she can only marry outside.
"My lord, I think what Governor Sun did was very appropriate."
After much hesitation, Du Yinxi could only bite the bullet and said.
"That's good."
The emperor nodded and said appreciatively: "If you read too many books and become rigid, you have to be more flexible in national affairs. How can you do it arbitrarily?"
"You can go around more and enlighten those who are rigid-minded."
Facing the emperor's persuasion, Du Yinxi could only show a forced smile.
In a lively mood, the emperor suddenly announced that he was going to Tianjin Mansion for inspection.
Now, the cabinet is very busy again.
After arranging everything, the imperial driver set off from Yuquan Mountain, passed through Beijing City, and headed straight for Tianjin.
The accent of Tianjin Prefecture, which was formed by the merger of Tianjin Sanwei, is mostly a fusion of Jianghuai and Beijing dialects. Although it is not as strong as later generations, it is not far different.
The emperor ignored the greeting from the Tianjin government office and headed directly towards the naval government office on the seaside.
The Beihai Navy Yamen was the main naval force established in Huguang and Nanjing at that time, and it is also one of the three major naval forces in the imperial court today.
The East China Sea Navy is stationed in the Zhoushan Islands, the South China Sea is in Guangzhou, and the Beihai Navy is in Tianjin.
Because it was used to guard the capital and contain Liaodong, the Beihai Navy was huge, with more than twenty warships of more than a thousand materials and countless less than a thousand materials.
The number of naval forces exceeded 20,000.
In terms of supporting North Korea and moving troops, horses and supplies, the Beihai Navy has made a lot of contributions, and it is also the navy that the imperial court attracts the most attention.
The leader of this navy was Prime Minister Hui Deng.
Now, because of his meritorious service, he has been granted the title of Marquis of Laizhou, and he is also in the upper reaches of the hierarchy.
When he heard that the emperor came to Tianjin, Huiden ran over and greeted him warmly until the emperor checked into the Navy Yamen.
He had a grimace on his face, and for a moment he was a little frightened.
What is your Majesty doing?
Looking at Prime Minister Hui Deng's face, the emperor didn't care and said directly: "How are the Beihai navy in the Yalu River? I heard that the Manchus are repairing ships and preparing to enter the sea?"