Forty-eight years of Qianlong

Chapter 206 Bing Linning Ancient Pagoda ([-])

He Shen frowned and thought about it, he decided to stay in the duty room of the Military Aircraft Department and wait for the [-]th elder brother Yongyan to come back, and then report to Qianlong after he came up with a countermeasure.It is impossible to hide this matter, but He Shen is a little worried when he thinks about Qianlong's reaction.

He casually picked up a memorial on the table, thinking to pass the time, when he looked at the cover, it was sent by Jiangsu Governor Min Eyuan.In addition to talking about repairing the canal above, it also mentioned the area around Sheyang Lake in Funing. Recently, some people are recruiting refugees from Henan and Shandong to reclaim coastal wasteland. According to investigations, the number of refugees gathered in this area has exceeded [-]. Infested with the people of Wuwei Sect, people have been sent to inspect
At this time, Yong Yan was talking with Qianlong in the west hall of Yanbo Zhishuang Building.It just rained heavily yesterday, and because of the cold weather, the ground dragon fire wall of the entire Yanbo Zhishuang building was on fire.The charcoal fire passes through the flue in the underground and the wall, and the whole hall is warm and harmonious.

"Yesterday, Ji Huang's memorial said that the tenants in the south of the Yangtze River would pour water (sound the same household) to irrigate the fields every drought year. In this way, when the landlord calculated the wages, he would have to pay less rent money. The tenants were certainly happy. But the local officials It is necessary to establish discretionary restrictions for it. The economical transportation and irrigation of the fields should all have their own share, so as not to be biased. I deeply agree."

Yong Yan said: "I will keep in mind what my father said. Now that there is a severe drought in Henan, we can't patronize disaster relief. The canal dredging project is also a top priority. Now that the middle section of the canal has been completed, the gate should be built at Maoerwo Seat. It’s good now. There’s not even a sluice in Shandong, and there’s nothing left. Now the water from the Yellow River has poured into the canal, and the mud and sand are silting up. If it weren’t for the sons to send people to check, they would have been kept in the dark. Sazai Li Fenghan and Li Fenghan saw that they couldn't get away with it, so they explained it in the book. These officials in the frontier are stupid (pronounced the same as mao) and have no idea. If they see it like this, they can't be blamed."

Qianlong said noncommittally: "How do you plan to deal with it?"

Yong Yan replied: "What I mean is that the Ministry of Communications will be in charge of the meeting. According to the previous example of the demoting of internal and external ministers, all of them will be demoted to the top ranks of the third rank, so as to show punishment and watch the aftermath."

Qianlong took a sip of tea, paused for a while and continued: "Since I became the throne, anyone who is concerned with the national economy and the people's livelihood has worked diligently for 50 years. Sazai and they reported it in time. It happened to be aware of the opportunity and respond in time. That's it. First of all, people’s livelihood and government affairs are beneficial. Why bother to hide and not report. Alas, it is said in the "Tong Jian", "Don't be stupid or deaf, and don't be a writer." Just draw up the purpose according to what you just said .”

When Yong Yan heard it, he got up quickly and said, "Yes! My son obeys the order!"

When Yong Yan came out from his knees, he saw that it was still early, so he went all the way south to the nine curved ruler rooms in the southwest of Songhezhai and west of the bell tower.This is the value room of the military aircraft in the summer resort.When I entered the room, I saw He Shen sitting in the room.

Yong Yan took off his cloak and said with a smile: "Why are you still here? The emperor asked you just now. Hurry up."

He Shen waited for the eunuch Sula to retreat, and then said in a low voice with a dignified expression: "Master Shiwu, I have just received the Jilin booklet from the Secretary of General Administration. I think it is very important after reading it. Make an idea."

"Oh? Is there a result in the battle in the north? The post road on the Northeast Road leads to Ninggu Pagoda, which is really troublesome." Yong Yan sat down unhurriedly, took the booklet and opened it to read.

"This! This..." Yong Yan looked at the first few lines, his face turned ashen, and the fingers of his right hand twirled the jade pendant tied around his waist a few times, and then he calmed down.

After a while, the memorial was closed, Yong Yan's face was gloomy, his face was so red that it was bleeding.He gritted his fine teeth and said angrily: "After eight months of preparation, all over the world dispatched troops to him, saying that he would try his best to satisfy everything! As a result, millions of taels of silver were thrown in like water, and more than 2 people, The three-way attack turned out to be such a result! Agui and Fukang'an are to blame!"

He Shen said: "Master Fifteen, Mr. Guangting made it clear in the plea. The power of the bandit's firearms is really terrifying. I'm afraid it's not a crime of war. Now Fuyaolin's whereabouts are unknown, and the bandits captured Hunchun again. I'm afraid Ningguta How to decide what to do next, please also ask Lord Fifteen to get a charter."

Yong Yan's eyes were dim, and he didn't say a word.He didn't like Fukang'an, and he didn't like him since he was a child.

It is said that because of the relationship between Empress Fucha, Fukang'an was raised in the palace by Qianlong in his childhood.No matter in terms of reading, basic necessities of life, housing and transportation, she is not inferior to the princes at all, and even surpasses it.When I was a child playing with the princes and elder brothers in the palace, I would never give in to anyone.Yong Yan is six years younger than Fu Kang'an, and has been squeezed by him since he was a child.Among Fu Heng's children, he has a good relationship with Fu Chang'an, who is the same age.

For all the princes and elder brothers, Fu Kang'an's young age and infinite achievements made Huang Ama so favored, how could anyone not be jealous!There are even private rumors that Fukang'an is Qianlong's illegitimate son.Moreover, Yong Yan is introverted and lives a simple life. From the bottom of his heart, he looks down on Fu Kang'an and Fu Long'an brothers for their arrogance and arrogance.

Now Fukang'an's defeat is not a good thing for the imperial court, but it still expresses a bad breath deep in Yong Yan's heart.He looked at He Shen and asked, "What do you think?"

He Shen sighed and said, "The servant thinks that the ancestral land can't be lost at all. This battle must be fought no matter what. It seems that it will be a big and small Jinchuan battle!"

Yong Yan frowned, feeling a little apprehensive.The big and small Jinchuan fought back and forth for nearly 30 years. The court spent more than 7000 million taels of silver for this, causing more than [-] casualties. The price was too great!

Right now Zhili, Henan, Shandong, Hubei, and even Jiangsu and Zhejiang are suffering severe droughts. The Ministry of Household Affairs has allocated several million taels of silver, and has also adjusted grain from various places, but the disaster has not eased.Yong Yan even heard from the people below that some places in Henan and Shandong that were severely affected by the disaster have been replaced by children!
As soon as October comes outside the customs, it starts to freeze, and you can't even stretch your hands out. How can you fight?It is also the beginning of spring next year to send troops.Besides, even if you want to continue fighting, outside the pass is no better than inside the pass, and Han people have always been strictly prevented from leaving the pass to make a living.At present, there is no shortage of green battalion soldiers and horses in various places, and there are plenty in Shaanxi, Gansu and Sichuan, but the problem is that it will be troublesome to send these people out of customs.Isn't this clearly telling the world that the land of Longxing is not stable!
The more Yong Yan thought about it, the more he had a headache. He rubbed his temples and said slowly: "The first thing to do now is to ensure that no accidents will happen to Jilin Wula, and secondly, to find out what happened. The origin of that Zhao Xin is too suspicious! Let's not talk about Sun Shiyi. According to the rumors, just from the booklets of Ah Gui and Na Qitai, this person is fluent in Beijing mandarin, and even speaks the dialect commonly used by our Manchurians. This situation is suspicious!"

He Shen also found it strange that this guy named Zhao Xin seemed to have appeared out of thin air.Previously, the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the admiral of the Nine Gates had sent people to search all the houses in Beijing according to the pictures provided by Na Qitai, but there was nothing.Sun Shiyi's statement has no basis at all, and it cannot be taken as true at all.Even if this Zhao Xin is really a descendant of King Zhao of the previous Ming Dynasty, why should he? !The Qing Dynasty has entered the customs for more than 100 years, and the people of the world have long since entered the customs.

Thinking of this, He Shen replied: "What Lord Fifteen said is that Ninggu Pagoda must be defended no matter what. According to Guangting Gong's notes, Ninggu Pagoda's strength is only in the early 50s at the moment. For part of the Beijing transfer, there is a lot of difference in food, supplies and military pay. The slaves figured out a way to spare [-] taels and send it over quickly."

A few days ago, Yong Yan just read the memorandum from the Ministry of Household Affairs.In recent years, the annual revenue of the imperial court was nearly 5000 million taels, of which land tax was 3000 million, salt tax and customs duties were more than 1000 million, and consumption and donation were more than 300 million each.The other zeros and zeros add up to more than 200 million.It looks like a lot, but the fixed cost is more than 3000 million taels a year.It's not even a war.

Fukang'an sent troops this time, with tens of thousands of people just for food and grass, 16 catties of grain a day, equivalent to 5000 taels of silver.From April to now, food and grass alone have cost 50 taels; this is not counting military pay, equipment, artillery, warships, and horses. The court has already spent more than 500 million taels.

This year, due to the use of troops, the Lianghuai salt merchants paid more than 400 million taels.Although there are disasters in various places, other places are still enough. Yong Yan thought about it, and suddenly his heart moved. He finally understood why He Shen was so active.

Now it is rumored that He Shen and Fu Chang'an are as rich as a country.It's just that Qianlong prefers to protect them, even after several investigations, they haven't touched even a hair of their hair.Yong Yan guessed that what He Shen wanted now was a chaotic situation. The military payment was transferred from the coastal provinces, and the Ministry of Households, Ministry of War, and Ministry of Industry... messed up the accounts, and there was no way to check them.

The more Yong Yan thought about it, the more he felt that he was close to each other, but his expression remained calm.He said in a deep voice: "Let Qinggui come to Chengde as soon as possible, and listen to his opinion on the transfer of troops. The emperor's side, when the news from Jilin's side is clear, we will report it. Let the General Secretary Keep an eye on the brochure from Jilin, and send it over as soon as there is news.”

"Yes, the slave understands."

Yong Yan walked to the window, looking towards the northeast, worried.

"Ninggu Pagoda must not be lost! Otherwise it will be unimaginable"

On September 2000, nearly [-] people from Beihai Town crossed the old city westward and camped two miles away from the south bank of the Huerha River, across the river from Ningguta City.

At this time, Na Qitai, the deputy governor of Ning Guta, was patrolling around the city with a few personal soldiers.Ah Gui can slap his ass and run away, but he is the deputy capital commander here, if he really abandons the city and flees, the court will not let him go.For his family in Beijing, Na Qitai could only stay here.

There are only more than 1000 armored soldiers in the city. Counting the recruited bannermen and Han Chinese, a total of more than 5000 people can be assembled.But Na Qitai knew very well in his heart that even the 2 people in Fukang'an couldn't win, let alone his little army.

The walls of Ningguta are surrounded by pine trees and filled with earth and rocks.Na Qitai felt that such a city wall could not stand up to Beihai Town's continuous iron cannons, so he recruited a stone merchant's goods, and used three hundred feet of red sandstone to surround and reinforce the inner city on three sides.As for the outer city, he could no longer care about it.

But right now on the wharf outside the south gate, countless banner people and Han people want to escape here by boat to avoid the flames of war.Just kidding, even the tens of thousands of Marshal Fu killed all of them, how can ordinary people like me stop it?But unfortunately, there was no boat coming at this time.For the Yaksa warships parked on the river, the cannons on the bows have all taken off their gun coats, ready to fire at any time.

Those Han people who were exiled here were not so happy either. They either evacuated with their banner masters, or took refuge in the mountains with their few belongings.

Few Han people would believe that Beihai Town could stand here, so the scene of Wanmin coming to vote that Zhao Xin imagined before did not appear at all.Only a few ginseng slaves who couldn't survive escaped across the river and found Beihai Town to beg for food.

"What's your name?" Gui Sheng squatted on the ground and asked curiously.In front of him is a young boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, with a few inches of hair on his forehead, wearing a ragged cotton coat and a pair of trousers in the cold weather, and the cloth shoes on his feet also show his fingers.

The young man was holding a large bowl of food in his hand, and was swallowing vigorously with a spoon.

"Well, my servant's name is Chunlai." This young man called Chunlai spoke with a drake voice, which stunned Guisheng.

"Eat slowly, don't choke. I'll serve you a bowl of porridge." Although Chunlai's body smelled bad, Ke Guisheng felt that the two hit it off right away.When he came back with the porridge, Chunlai was already licking the oil in the rice bowl.

"What did you do to send you here?"

Chunlai hesitated for a moment to take the porridge bowl, but grinned sullenly and drank it.After he finished the porridge and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, he felt alive again.Then he hesitated and said to Guisheng: "Emperor, Your Majesty."

"Eunuch?!" Zhao Xin was taken aback after hearing Guisheng's report.He didn't expect that the first eunuchs who couldn't survive and came to Beihai Town were the eunuchs.

Guisheng said: "Master, that Chunlai, they were all dispatched here. Chunlai was the latest to come, he came last autumn. The others have been here for several years."

Zhao Xin thought for a while and said, "You bring him back, and I will ask him personally."

Guisheng responded, and just as he was about to go out, Zhao Xin stopped him again: "Take them to the river to wash and find some clothes for them to change into."

After more than half an hour, Zhao Xin resisted the smell and chatted with that Chunlai.

"Where is your home?"

Chunlai stared wide-eyed, looked at Zhao Xin in surprise, then bowed and said, "Master, the servant's family is from Hejian."

Zhao Xin frowned, and Gui Sheng hurriedly said, "Don't call yourself a slave, we don't have these rules here, the master will be upset if you say that."

Zhao Xin continued to ask: "Why were you sent here?"

Chun Lai said: "Last year when the Emperor was on his southern tour, he was served tea, but the water was too hot and burned the Emperor."

"Your uncle!" Zhao Xin yelled at Qianlong in his heart, and said casually, "Well done, you should burn him to death."

(End of this chapter)