Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 1002 The Prime Minister
Beijing is [-] miles away from Kulun, and Kulun is nearly [-] miles from Lake Baikal.

For four thousand miles, even one person and three horses would have to travel for a month, not to mention supplying a large army.

In the Mobei War in the past, Wei Qing and Huo Qubing had a total of 50 soldiers, but [-] people were on the road. Now the distance is doubled, and the manpower and material resources consumed have increased exponentially.

Moreover, after more than ten years of restoration, the Manchu and Qing troops are strong, and the Manchu and Mongolian Eight Banners are full, returning to the previous [-] troops. Even if the firearms, iron, and armor are insufficient, they are at least [-] to [-] percent of the strength of previous years.

One hundred thousand cavalry is simply not enough to overthrow Fengjing.

"Ming people need at least 20 riders and millions of civilians to be able to compete with us."

The cautious Luck Dehun also showed a confident smile.

The Fengjing Mansion is too far away, and the barren Mobei can't even support war horses. Taking this road is really looking for death.

"The Ming Dynasty attempted to devour the tribes of Horqin, and then proceeded step by step towards the Fengjing Mansion."

Ning Wan and I said in a deep voice: "The Hulunbuir Grassland is rich in water and grass, and there are many tribes. It is a good supply point."

This speculation was affirmed by everyone.

Even Shunzhi nodded, showing a dignified look.

Fan Wencheng lowered his head and seemed to have fallen into a doze, but he woke up immediately after the conversation stopped:
"Don't be afraid of [-], just be afraid of what happens."

"The imperial court can send a team of troops to guard the banks of the Aruhun River to prevent surprise attacks by the Ming people."

Shunzhi couldn't bear to brush off his thoughts, and nodded in agreement.

The rest of the people naturally dare not object, after all, this is a prudent approach.

Immediately, everyone began to discuss the army supporting Horqin's left wing, which has the function of training troops, so it needs a veteran to lead it.

In the end, Obai received the attention of everyone and received this dispatch.

After the incident was over, everyone retreated one after another, but Fan Wencheng deliberately stayed and sat opposite Shunzhi.

"The old minister has been suffering from illness in recent years, and his energy is low. It is really difficult to take on the big responsibility, so I come here to resign from your majesty to retire."

"Why are you here, sir?"

Shunzhi leaned slightly, his face full of reluctance.

As the elder of the three dynasties, Fan Wencheng was trusted by Huang Taiji and Shunzhi, and he was an important arm of Shunzhi's pro-government.

"The veteran feels the age, and I'm afraid that time is running out." Fan Wencheng shook his head, with deep bags under his eyes, talking about his hardships.

However, he still forcibly pulled himself together and said seriously: "Your Majesty, the Fengjing Mansion has been in business with Horqin for many years, and there are not a few people who know this place. If something unfortunate happens to Horqin, Fengjing City will be in danger."

The Manchu Qing worked hard in Fengjing, and opened up a lot of arable land along the lakeside, planting rye and wheat bought from the Raksha people.

Although the output is not satisfactory, it is much stronger than the nomadic economy, and many white disasters cannot affect its survival.

The existence of a large amount of cultivated land means that Fengjing Mansion has a large amount of food in storage, and the nobles of the Eight Banners who have been entrusted to various places in the grassland have to ask the court.

Therefore, the essence of Manchu Qing is in Fengjing Mansion.

This is not like nomadic tribes who can run away at any time to avoid their sharp edge. Fengjing Mansion's soldiers are approaching the city, and they cannot escape at all.

"What do you mean?" Shunzhi was surprised: "This is impossible, three or four thousand miles are desert grasslands, how could the Ming army reach Fengjing?"

"I won't let them annex Horqin."

"Your Majesty, everything is possible." Fan Wencheng shook his head: "Just in case, I suggest building a granary in Haixi and reclaiming arable land."

"In addition to the three caves of the cunning rabbit, it is also a bridgehead for the imperial court to go west in the future."

The so-called Haixi refers to Irkutsk, which used to be the stronghold of the Raksha people, and was later occupied by the Qing army and brought into rule.

Fengjing Mansion is in the northeast corner of Lake Baikal, while Haixi is in the southwest corner, which are the two heads of Lake Baikal.

Communication in the past was by boat, which was really remote.

"When the capital city is broken, go to Haixi for refuge."

Shunzhi nodded, expressing his understanding.

"If the situation is unstoppable, Your Majesty can continue westward to occupy the lower reaches of the Yenisei River. The Raksha people's Kuznetsk and Tomtsk were originally the nomadic places of the Brut Mongolian tribes. People bully too much..."

Brut Mongolia, also known as Qierjisi, was called Xiajiasi before the Yuan Dynasty. It was a flash in the pan in history, and it was the destruction of the invincible Uighur Khanate, which made it fall apart.

Brut Mongolia is also called Alpine Mongolia. Due to its proximity to Europe, it is a mixed race of yellow and white. It is said that the Ding Ling tribe that Li Ling was entrusted by the Huns was the Brut people.

Hearing Fan Wencheng's earnest introduction, Shunzhi became a little irritable.

He realized that this old minister had no confidence in Fengjing and the tower, and had always thought about the Three Caves of the Rabbit, and never fought back from the Qing Dynasty, or succeeded in protecting himself.

"Your Majesty, Shaowu is a wolf with ambition and constantly expands the country. He will not let Fengjing go. As long as he preserves his vitality, why bother with him and lose his life?"

"What you said is very true, Haixi City will definitely be expanded into a granary, and I will also move all the tribes there."

Shunzhi sighed.

It seems that Fan Wencheng is really old.

On the hundreds of thousands of square kilometers of grassland, the Horqin tribe is the center, and the Ming and Qing forces began to wrestle again.

As the center of the storm, Horqin's tribes were naturally affected by it, and they were artificially divided into two.

Originally, it was just riding the wall with the trend, but once the political position became clear, it would naturally drift away.

……

Also far away in the Bukhara Khanate in the middle of the river, the city of Bukhara.

As Prime Ministers of the Liao Kingdom, Uncle Chuzhou and Jia Daihua buried their heads on the table and handled the entire government affairs of the Liao Kingdom.

In the construction and development of the vassal state, it is often limited by the young age and lack of experience of the princes. Therefore, the emperor will make people serve as the prime minister of the state, and the military and government will do their best to do things for the vassal state.

When they retire, the vassal states will naturally pick the fruits of victory and become veritable kings.

Such as Qi State, Yue State, Zhao State, and today's Liao State, nothing more than this.

To some extent, they are the true fathers of the vassal state.

Therefore, they are often awarded hereditary nobles such as county dukes and county marquises as awards.

Of course, when the emperor chooses his people, he not only requires first-class ability, but also an important reference for being a person who does not exceed the rules.

Obviously, the step-by-step experience of Xun's second-generation background, Yanwu Hall, Guard Division, and Jingying made Jia Daihua stand out and be trusted.

Although the governance of the vassal state has been painstaking, it is impossible to let Jia Daihua stay in the Liao state.

Don't be a good uncle of Chuzhou, but look forward to the county prince, who is out of his mind?
Although the city of Bukhara is the capital of the country, its prosperity is just like a capital city in the mainland. There is really nothing to visit, and he has no nostalgia for it.

In a foreign country, customs, food, clothing, and even race are all different. How could Jia Daihua fall in love with Liao?
He rubbed his wrists and wailed in his heart: "His Royal Highness, when will you come over!"

The entire Bukhara Khanate is ideologically peaceful, but in terms of governance, it is Persian-style centralization.

That is, local autonomy goes hand in hand with centralization.

The manifestation is that provinces are set up locally, and the king sends governors to govern them. However, many nobles in the provinces are self-governing and divide up power, and the governors fight wits and courage with them.

And if one is not good, it is very likely to evolve into a separatist regime.

At the same time, the king appointed officials in the army, taxation, etc., for direct management.

In other words, the power of His Majesty the King is supreme, but there is no organized central court.

So after coming to the Hezhong area, Jia Daihua didn't know how to sort out the messy Liao Kingdom, but he understood the importance of the army.

Therefore, drawing lessons from Anxi, it garrisoned troops in key cities, and batches of appeasement envoys took office directly, responsible for tax collection and suppression.

In just a few months, the Liao Kingdom regained its stability.

Then Anxi supported some civil servants to come over, and established a bureaucratic system from scratch, or institutionalized those bureaucrats.

The central eight Cao, the local government and county levels.

The officials are still those old ministers, and the town governor is responsible for tax collection and supervision.

In this way, the Liao Kingdom became much more orderly.

Jia Daihua put down the brush in his hand and stroked the paper in the river. Its level was not far from that of Daming, at least it was qualified as official document paper.

"Master, the great monk of the Kayan Temple invites you to attend the topping ceremony."

At this time, the butler who was acting as a soldier came over, his voice was like thunder, making people's ears itchy.

"I see."

Jia Daihua put down the copybook, rubbed his temples, and had to stand up to participate in the so-called capping ceremony.

Kayan Temple is the largest peace temple in Bukhara and has a history of more than 100 years.

In the strategy of governing the country, governing according to customs is an important basis for Jia Daihua.

The [-]-strong army suppressed the Liao Kingdom. Without the cooperation of the Peace Sect, the world would have been in chaos long ago.

Furthermore, if there are not enough scholars, he is not qualified to carry out education work. A group of soldiers who are proficient in literature and ink cannot teach others at all.

As long as taxes can be collected and no disturbances can be made, Jia Daihua is very lenient towards Hepingjiao, even appropriating funds to build new temples.

When Jia Daihua looked up and saw the round roof of the temple, a smile appeared on his face unconsciously, appearing very sincere.

"My lord, you are finally here."

The host of the temple hurriedly greeted him, not to mention how enthusiastic he was.

"Why wait for me?" Jia Daihua said with a light smile, "I'm an outsider, it doesn't matter!"

Everyone just laughed and didn't talk too much.

The wealthy businessmen and nobles from the entire city of Bukhara came to the Kayan Temple, witnessed the capping, and then knelt down to pray devoutly.

Every time at this time, Jia Daihua's face was full of tiredness, and he had to kneel down, muttering:

"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."

No one present could understand it, so they naturally thought it was pious.

Returning to the mansion, Jia Daihua shook his head: "Give me another order that soldiers and officers are not allowed to participate in the so-called ceremony and go to the temple."

"Anyone who violates this will be dismissed."

I don't know how long he buried his head, Jia Daihua felt that his neck was stiff, and suddenly someone reported:
"Master Xiang, Master Xiang, there are people from Beijing, people from Beijing."

"Who?"

Jia Daihua was overjoyed: "Is this the end of my misery, sir?"

And here, a huge team has arrived outside Bukhara.

They consisted of many camels, more than 200 in size, nearly [-] rough horses, and more than a thousand men, women, and children.Even in Bukhara is a huge procession.

Without permission, everyone stayed in the market outside the city, not daring to enter the city easily.

At this time, a man in a long robe and a long scarf wrapped around his face left the team and took a few people for a stroll.

This kind of market is not big, only five hundred cloths long, and consists of two streets.

The narrow passage is less than two feet, and there are various small vendors on both sides.

Those who are more particular will set up a wooden frame and spread cloth to block the sun; those who are not particular will just spread a simple blanket and sit on the ground full of things.

Huang Zongxi's face was full of curiosity.

Books, fruits, naan, cloth, pottery, and all kinds of bacon, and some people even hugged a litter of kittens and kept yelling.

All the people, with long scarves wrapped around their faces, only showed a pair of eyes, scrutinizing and staring at them.

Wang Fuzhi didn't take it seriously, he had seen a lot along the way.

Compared with other cities, this group of vendors had simpler and cleaner clothes, almost in groups of three and four, and they sold more goods.

He even saw a Buddha head the size of a chair, which was grandly placed on the stall for sale.

Everyone is used to it.

What surprised him was some things from Persia, India, and Ottoman, which he had never seen before, full of exotic customs.

Lingering among them, a Persian wool blanket attracted his attention.

Exquisite patterns and delicate touch all tell its high price.

These are not enough, but some of the above words completely aroused his curiosity.

In the entire Bukhara Khanate, there is no own text, and what is written comes from Persian text.

It can be seen that Persia has a great influence on it.

But the text on it is not Persian, but another kind of text. It can be guessed that it is specially used for export and serves other countries.

Just like on some porcelains of Ming Dynasty, some crosses and abused men are often painted, it is normal to make money.

"Master Xiang, Prime Minister Liao is here."

The entourage at the side quickly called, pulling him out of the mystery of the text.

"Oh!" Huang Zongxi came to his senses, paid the money without haste, took the wool blanket and left.

After many years in the officialdom, as time went by, the disadvantage of his age became apparent. As a last resort, Huang Zongxi made a dangerous move in the military camp - to come to the Western Regions.

Served as Zhao Guoxiang.

The Haokand area was designated as the State of Zhao, so naturally it was necessary to arrange for the Prime Minister to carry out construction to prepare for the future King Zhao.

In order to improve, Huang Zongxi had no choice but to invite himself to serve as Zhao Guoxiang, thus leapfrogging to the fourth rank.

The Ministry of Officials bluntly said that after three or five years, he will serve as a servant immediately after he returns, and Shangshu is also expected.

No one can escape the custom, let alone Huang Zongxi.

He stood out from the crowd with his years of experience at Anse.

(End of this chapter)