These people were all native men. Although they shouted fiercely, in the end no one was willing to go to the north with them.
They didn't seem to care much about it, and still bought the goods they wanted every day. There were very good medicinal herbs growing on some mountains near the capital, just like the mountains where Lin Chong brought Mu Mu and Mu Xi back, there were many valuable medicinal herbs growing there.
Herbal medicine, Mu Xi relied on that piece of herbal medicine to last so long.
I don’t know who took the lead in digging up the herbs. In short, everyone found that northerners are very curious about these things. Although the purchase price is not as good as some farm tools, the advantage is that these herbs are easier to dig and do not require too much time and energy.
For a time, there was a craze in the suburbs of Beijing for digging herbs in the mountains.
In fact, similar people appear not only in the capital, but also in many places in the south. They seem to have a lot of gold and silver in their hands, and they use these things to buy things that don't require a lot of effort. Most of them
It is a local specialty. The influence of silver is huge, and farmers in many places have joined this craze and made a lot of money in this transaction.
It's a good thing that people can make money, and it's not good for Lin Chong to obviously cut off everyone's financial path. Although he thinks this is a bit strange, it doesn't seem to be harmful.
The first person to find him was Gu Yanwu, a man with many years of experience who had gone deep into the people to understand the sufferings of the people. He was very worried and advised the emperor: "The nomads from the north came suddenly. I think they are coming with bad intentions.
There must be some purpose."
Lin Chong also agreed with his opinion, but after all, the other party had no obvious intention and it was not easy to drive them out directly. He just asked Gu Yanwu to pay more attention to the trends in this area. Once he saw what they were going to do, it would not be good for the Ming Dynasty.
If something happens, you must report it to him in a timely manner so that corresponding measures can be taken.
After thinking about it carefully, he decided to go to Jonathan's place. After coming back, he always looked thoughtful and chattering.
The overt and covert fighting in the capital has now no longer affected the war in Shanhaiguan.
Dorgon became very cautious for a long time after suffering a big loss from Li Zicheng and Wu Sangui. But he soon discovered that, as many people had said before, Wu Sangui and Li Zicheng were just for some outsiders.
A temporary alliance formed by unknown interests. The contradiction and hatred between them is no less than that between myself and Daming. If you really want to talk about it, I don't have any hatred against Daming.
It is impossible for such two armies to work together to fight together. It is more likely that they will fight on their own. If something really happens, they would like the other party to attack first, so that they can preserve their strength to the maximum extent. Such an army must be defeated.
They are just a matter of time.
This is indeed the case. It didn't take long for serious internal differences between the two armies to emerge. Wu Sangui's cavalry were carefully selected after rigorous training. Each of them was highly disciplined and well-organized.
He will absolutely execute the orders of his superiors without any delay. He has been both civil and military since he was a child. In addition, he has led troops for many years, so he has his own way of leading troops.
Li Zicheng was originally a farmer who cultivated the fields with a hoe. It was by chance that he joined the army and became a general. His soldiers were farmers from various places along the road and some bankrupt merchants and hawkers. There may also be real hermit masters among them.
Most of these people are unruly. He himself does not have any special methods for training soldiers, and his methods are just copied from others.
When two teams like this meet, there is no way there will be no conflicts. In fact, it is more accurate to say that it is impossible for them to form any consensus.
The well-trained cavalry generals looked down on the improvised soldiers. In their opinion, these people were just a bunch of ragtag people with no fighting power at all. Marching and fighting with them was simply an insult to themselves.
These improvised generals also disliked these so-called generals who frightened their enemies, and laughed at them for being dull and rigid.
In the first few days, they were able to restrain themselves and tolerate it, but this situation did not last for a few days. Soon, the two parties were pushing and shoving, while the big ones were fighting. A small fight every three days, and a big fight every five days.
became normal.
Wu Sangui and Li Zicheng also turned a blind eye to this situation. As long as no one died and nothing happened, they would let him go. This directly led to this phenomenon getting worse, and more and more people took pride in provoking and fighting.
On the battlefield, each fought his own way, each with the intention of letting the other party see what they were capable of. Although on the surface it looked like the two sides were still at a stalemate, in fact the Ming army was already very depleted internally.
Dorgon could already predict that if he delayed it for another year at most, he would be able to defeat the enemy without fighting and end the war soon. Just when he was thinking so complacently, the messengers rushed in to report.
There was news that someone claiming to be a descendant of Temujin came to pay homage outside the camp.
Dorgon sneered: "The era of Mongolian cavalry has passed. Is it possible that they also want to get a share of the pie? Let them in."
A group of strangely dressed people walked into Dorgon's camp without hesitation. The leader was a little man with a goatee and a glint in his eyes.
Dorgon didn't like these people very much. He always felt that the Mongolians should be a people on horseback, a bold people who drank a lot and ate meat. A little man like this who didn't look like a good guy, Dorgon was right
He didn't have a good impression, so he asked in a bad tone: "I wonder why you are here? It is during the war, and I am very busy, and I have no time to talk nonsense with you."
The little man was not annoyed at all when he yelled like this. He imitated the Manchu nobles and saluted strangely: "Dear General Dorgon, I am the envoy of the Fang Nomads. My name is Dong Xi.
, I came to visit you during this special challenge because I want to give you a gift."
"Hmph, I have never had any friendship with the Mongols. You guys will give me gifts for no reason?"
"It is precisely because we have admired your name for so long that we represent all the ministries on the grassland to express our respect to you."
"Oh? What is your purpose? Tell me."
"You also know that we have always been incompatible with the Ming Dynasty, and they once hated us for genocide. The people on the grassland will not forget these things! Although we seem to have a good relationship with the Ming Dynasty now, this
It's all superficial. It's a last resort. Now someone is finally going to stand up and overthrow the mediocre Ming Dynasty, and of course we must give our full support."