The quatrains of Tan, a loyal minister of the Qing Dynasty who resolutely defended the Manchu emperor, well expressed Jia Liu's true inner thoughts at this time.
Just ask, Tan, a Han Chinese, can still remain loyal to the Qing Dynasty under the impact of changes unseen in three thousand years, how about Jia Liu, a true Manchu, Aisin Gioro's son-in-law!
Like Tan Sitong, he wanted to overcome thorns and obstacles, move forward courageously and fearlessly, and vowed to open up a true ten thousand-year road for the strength of the Qing Dynasty.
"Every dynasty will decay after a hundred years, so they use reforms to strengthen the country. However, the successful reforms in each dynasty all started with bloodshed. I have never heard of anyone who strengthened the country without bloodshed through reforms!"
After burning the banknotes for Agui and others, Jia Liu drank two bowls of Luzhou Laojiao because he was so happy. As a result, he could not sleep at night and was so energetic that he even took Yang Yuchun to discuss the reform.
"It has been more than a hundred years since our Qing Dynasty came from Ziqi East. If Mingzuo officially broke off it for exactly a hundred years, our dynasty has obviously turned from prosperity to decline. The small country of Myanmar in southern Xinjiang dares to regard our dynasty as barbarian Tartars, and there are thousands of thieves in Jinchuan
After thirty years of fighting, we were unable to defeat the enemy, and instead lost hundreds of thousands of troops. This is not the decline of our dynasty!"
He licked his mouth, put down the wine bowl, and became so proud that the table was slapped.
"Therefore, the Qing Dynasty needs reform! The reform must also involve bloodshed! It cannot succeed without bloodshed! If there is bloodshed, please let me, the Qing Dynasty, go first! Please let my Manchu descendants go first! Please let me, Jia Jiashikai, go first!"
He sat down and asked Yang Yuchun: "Remember it?"
"Remember it, sir."
Yang Yuchun's carbon pen shorthand speed is getting stronger and stronger.
Jia Liu nodded and took the shorthand, glanced at it, and scrawled over and over the sentence "I, Jia Jia Shikai, come first" with a charcoal pen.
After painting, write "I would like to ask the royal family of the Qing Dynasty first!".
Then read it through, the more you read, the smoother it becomes, and the more you read, the more satisfied you are.
"Sir, what is reform?"
Yang Yuchun is eager to learn and ask questions, and he must figure out anything he doesn't understand as soon as possible.
"Reform?"
Jia Liu picked up the pickled bamboo shoots in the bowl, chewed them, and said, "It means changing the country's past legal system and adopting a new legal system."
"Is it to replace the ancestral system with the new system?" Yang Yuchun thought thoughtfully.
"Yes, that's what I mean,"
Jia Liu gave an example that the current Eight Banners system is not good. It raises too much waste and has no use other than wasting the country's money and food.
Therefore, in the future, this system must be abolished, and the whole city must be banned.
Yang Yuchun was worried: "If you make such changes, you will definitely encounter a crazy counterattack by Manchuria. After all, the Eight Banners are the foundation of the Qing Dynasty."
"I hope that the world will be comfortable and prosperous for the people. What does my personal fame and fortune mean to me?"
Jia Liu put his hands behind his hands and looked into the dark distance, saying with deep affection: "Leave things for tomorrow to tomorrow's people. What I have to do today is to use the blood of our Manchurians to awaken and inspire the people of the world!"
Capital, Military Aircraft Department.
Fulong'an, the Minister of Military Aircraft on duty, was reading with Suo Lin the memorials that the emperor had instructed to return to the Military Aircraft Department to issue to various ministries and localities.
Since the beginning of the year, the Qing Dynasty has not been peaceful.
In addition to the successive defeats in the Jinchuan War, severe droughts occurred in several provinces of Jiangsu, Henan, Shandong, and Gansu. Farmers were unable to plant crops and had no food to eat. The victims dug wild vegetables and collected elm money for food. In some places, they even wrapped themselves in Guanyin soil and starved to death.
Countless victims are crying for food.
While looking at the memorial sent by Qian Ning, the governor of Hubei Province, asking for dredging of rivers in the territory to avoid floods next year, Suo Lin was stunned.
Fulong'an had read Qian Ning's memorandum. Since the river was silted up, it was approved to be dredged. However, seeing that Suo Lin looked wrong, he couldn't help but take it. As a result, the emperor's order actually accused Qian Ning of selling his name, not allowing dredging, and giving the money to him.
The Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Ningxia will discuss strict measures.
"His Majesty?"
What Sorin wanted to say was whether the emperor had fallen into disgrace, but how dare she say that.
Fulong'an was also confused. A few days ago, Henan Province reported to Yifeng and other places where the Yellow River overflowed, and the local government requested funds to increase dams. However, the emperor gave instructions: "The dragon is afraid of iron, so it will sink a large iron anchor at the overflow."
He also asked the local officials to set up an incense altar at Mankou to worship the dragon, and to check whether there was any land nearby. If so, the city emperor would allocate funds for additional construction, so that the power of the gods could protect the Qing Dynasty.
"The emperor did not believe in ghosts and gods before."
Sorin gave a bitter smile.
I still remember that in the 18th year of Qianlong's reign, there was a locust plague around the capital. The imperial censor asked for the issuance of an imperial inscription to offer sacrifices. The emperor angrily rebuked: "I don't have the writing style of Taishan Beidou. I have a good name but no reality, and I can't take it seriously. The theory of ghosts and gods is even more ridiculous."
, Believing in this way will harm the foundation of the country."
But twenty years later, the emperor has become so convinced of ghosts and gods that it is really difficult for all officials to adapt.
"Fu Zhongtang, this instruction?"
Suo Lin felt that the emperor just refused to allow Hubei to be dredged, so how could he hand over the officials who were doing things to the ministry for serious punishment, so she hoped that Fulongan would go with him to Yangxin Hall to advise him.
"Let's leave it alone for now,"
Fulong Anxin thought that since the emperor had given instructions, as slaves they could just follow the orders, so why bother to make the emperor unhappy for someone who didn't follow his lead.
Seeing that Fulongan had no intention of persuading the emperor, Suolin was helpless.
Looking at the other memorials approved by the emperor, two of them were written by the Governor of Sichuan, Fuller Hun, asking the Ministry of Revenue to allocate money. The emperor's imperial approval was all done quickly by the Ministry of Revenue, but where did the Ministry of Revenue come from?
Not long ago, Ying Lian, who was in charge of household affairs, asked the Lianghuai Salt Administration to raid the Yangzhou salt merchant surnamed Lu, and obtained several million taels. However, before the money was put into the treasury, more than half of it was taken away by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, saying it was for the Queen Mother.
The Changchun Fairy Hall for the elderly still has some projects that have not been completed, and they are eager to use the money.
What Ying Lian can do is to transfer the money. After all, the Queen Mother cannot tolerate the slightest neglect from a slave.
"The trade money due from Guangdong this year should have arrived. If it arrives, it will be paid to Sichuan first."
The Queen Mother's affairs are important, and so is the war in Jinchuan.
Ying Lian demolished the east wall to make up for the west wall. The military aircraft department could not generate money, so he could only turn over money in this way.
Suo Lin said: "Although the Jinchuan area has high mountains, dense forests, rivers and lakes, and endless smog, our dynasty has been using troops for thirty years. We heard that the number of thieves is only tens of thousands, and the number of thieves is no more than ten thousand. It stands to reason that the soldiers should adapt to this place early.
Why can't it be pacified for so long? Is it because all members of Jinchuan are ignorant?"
What did Fulongan say? He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "If Agui can't calm down Jinchuan and Jinchuan this time, I still suggest that the emperor do it."
Twenty years ago, a hundred thousand troops under the command of famous ministers Yue Zhongqi and Fu Heng besieged Da Jinchuan for two years. Both sides were exhausted and unable to continue the war.
In the end, Shaluoben, the chieftain of Dajinchuan at the time, took the initiative to propose peace to the Qing army. Fu Heng insisted that Shaluoben and Langka's uncle and nephew be brought to the camp in person in order to spare their lives.
Shaluoben refused, so he sent people to Yue Zhongqi's Dangba military camp to beg for surrender. Yue Zhongqi, who could no longer fight, immediately agreed regardless of his dignity.
Both sides withdrew their troops and no one saw the other.
This was the end of the first Jinchuan War.
This time the army has been deployed for three years. The frontline requires an astronomical amount of money for food and military equipment every day. It is really impossible to continue the war.
If Agui fails to succeed, the emperor may order the same bandits to negotiate a peace, lest the Qing Dynasty be dragged into the endless abyss by the tiny land of Jinchuan.
Suo Lin was also in favor of the peace negotiation. While discussing the details of the matter with Fulong'an, she came in and reported to the governor of Sichuan urgently.
"bring here."
Suolin gestured to hand the urgent letter to him in a written form. After opening it, she was stunned, and her surprised and shocked eyes fell on Fulongan's face.
"What's the matter?"
Fulong'an casually put down Fulhun, the governor of Sichuan, who had been approved by the emperor.
Suo Linlin hesitated and finally told Fulong An about Fu Changan's murder at the inn.
When Fulongan first heard the bad news, he was like a bolt from the blue. He took the express delivery from the Sichuan governor and stared at it blankly. He punched the table with a loud bang and said, "I, the Fucha family, are wronged, wronged, wronged!"
His right hand was dripping with blood. It was actually a half-finger-long cut from a broken teacup on the table.