Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 187 Uncle Regent (seeking tickets, please subscribe)

The river wind is still there, and the warm sun is blowing.

The sunshine in early October makes people want to yawn comfortably.

After staying in Wuchang Mansion for only half a day, Zhu Yixi left directly without caring about the follow-up.

Standing on the deck, King Hanyang watched the finless porpoise jumping up from time to time, they were fat and round, very cute.

This reminded him of pandas. When he entered Sichuan, he should get two back.

"Your Highness, you just left!"

Sun Xuan'er's long and round legs, even after being comforted in every possible way, still fit perfectly.

Resisting the soreness, she took three steps in two steps, pressing the burden on the man's back, clinging to each other, her pretty face full of doubts.

"The dog officer, can't you teach me a lesson?"

"Dog officials? There are dog officials everywhere."

Zhu Yixi turned her head, and seeing Sun Xuan'er, whose face was full of peach blossoms after the rain hit the plantains, couldn't help sighing softly:

"Treat the symptoms but not the root cause. Although Huguang is newly restored, most of them are old officials and old officials. We must seriously study and change this situation."

Sun Xuan'er heard this, nodded, and put her chin on the man's shoulder.

For the man in front of her, she believed a hundred times. If she said to change, she would definitely change.

Zhu Yixi looked at the river, lost in thought.

The current situation is very similar to that of Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang.

Inheriting the territory of the previous dynasty, he also took over the whole-hearted, corrupt and corrupt official class.

It's just that Zhu Yuanzhang can make a big case and prison, clean up the officialdom, and then pass the imperial examination to promote newcomers to occupy the pit, so as to achieve the goal of cleaning up the officialdom.

It is not difficult to clean up the officialdom, but at present, foreign enemies are on the lookout, so we should not make big moves, and small-scale cleanups are suitable.

Such as recruiting orders, recruiting halls, etc., without several months of training in the Military and Political Department, it is absolutely difficult to be qualified for official positions.

Scholars have been studying politics for a year and a half, and they can only be called playthings when they let people take office directly.

"Dark Patrol, this can be permanent."

Touching the goatee on his chin, Zhu Yixi opened his mind.

This position, which he fabricated at will, can be formally established, and the place can be inspected, so as to clean up the officialdom step by step.

In this way, the officialdom will not be collapsed, the officialdom will be self-cleaned, and it will be able to make room for newcomers.

Take steps, have purpose, and take your time.

After deciding on such a strategy, Zhu Yixi instantly felt refreshed.

Governing the country is like cooking fresh food, don't waste it.

Feeling the soft burden behind him, he suddenly turned around, kissed the woman's face, and said:
"The lineage of the King of Hanyang just needs to spread its branches and leaves!"

With that said, under Sun Xuan'er's pretty blushing face, she walked towards the cabin with her arms around her slender waist.

The boat shakes with the river water, and the sound comes from the waves.

After some intimate exercise, the boat has arrived at East Lake.

At this time, East Lake is a good place to connect with the Yangtze River.

Hundreds of shipwrights brought back from Sichuan, together with the previous craftsmen, did their best for His Royal Highness Hanyang's navy.

For the shipbuilding industry, a few months is really a little bit of effort, but the modification is not bad.

Several docks were built, and a large number of merchant ships were moored on the water. Thousands of craftsmen, fathers and sons, masters and apprentices, were beating on the ships, and it was very lively.

"Your Highness, dozens of warships have been built, please take a look."

The person in charge of building the boats was originally an official craftsman in Wuchang Prefecture, his name was Wang Daxing, he was in his fifties, extremely intelligent, with a simple and honest face.

He has extra respect for King Hanyang who promoted him:

"Today there are more than [-] Fuchuan ships, all of which are made of [-] materials, and can carry hundreds of people. There are also many sand boats that have not been rebuilt, but they can carry people."

"As long as the artillery arrives, it can form a warship."

"How many people can it carry?"

Of course Zhu Yixi understood that Zuo Liangyu didn't know how to sail at all, and a large number of ships were either from shipyards or plundered.

For him, it is mainly to facilitate the transportation of soldiers and horses.

What's more, the ship has reserved artillery positions. When the time comes with a Fran cannon, raise the gun, and the left army, who is accustomed to fighting on the springboard, will face a dimensionality reduction attack.

Therefore, Zhu Yixi has no worries about combat, as long as the transportation capacity is sufficient.

"About 30,000 people."

Wang Daxing thought about it, and said truthfully.

"keep it up!"

Zhu Yixi said in a deep voice: "Before the end of the month, I need to be able to transport 50,000 people."

"Obey!" Wang Daxing hurriedly bent down to respond.

The huge East Lake is full of boats, very busy.

At this time, Zhu Yixi was a little worried again. The ships were there, but what about the sailors?

For the current plan, we can only try our best to pull the fisherman over, as long as he can drive a boat.

When Jiujiang is captured, a large number of people can be captured, and no matter how bad it is, they can go to Poyang Lake to recruit water thieves.

……

While Zhu Yixi was busy in the south, Man Qing, who entered the customs, was also tossing.

The high-level leaders headed by Dorgon, especially the Hanchens, agreed that if they want to "make progress with plans", they must move the capital to Beijing.

Only by occupying this pass can we further unify the country and "build a career that lasts forever."

Therefore, in August, the capital began to be moved, and the young Shunzhi and the imperial court set out from Shenyang, Shengjing.

In September, it arrived in Beijing.

On October [-]st, in the name of Shunzhi, Dorgon issued an enthronement edict to the world at Huangjimen, and officially established Beijing as his capital.

And on this day, Shunzhi officially named Dorgon as his uncle regent, gave him a mink mang court clothes, and ordered the Ministry of Rites to build a monument for Dorgon to record his achievements, and bestowed Dorgon with a book of treasures.

Not to mention that Dorgon stole the limelight from Shunzhi, but in politics, Dorgon officially surpassed the kings and possessed unquestionable power.

At the same time, Hauge, the eldest son of Huang Taiji, who was deprived of his title due to the competition for the throne, was also re-appointed as a prince, Prince Su.

This also means that he is no longer a threat to Dorgon, which means that Hauge has no resistance and is destined to be miserable.

"Regent, the calendar of the previous Ming Dynasty was full of errors. Now that the Qing Dynasty has entered Beijing, it is time to redefine the calendar to show orthodoxy."

Dorgon sat upright, his round face lost in thought.

In front of him was a European with a slender beard, deep-set eyes, a straight nose, and wearing a Confucian robe, solemnly preaching his calendar.

Chinese is very authentic, even more fluent than Dorgon.

Seeing Dorgon's appearance like this, Tang Ruo couldn't help but be delighted, which is exactly what he meant by consideration.

Revising the calendar again means that he has officially stepped into this new imperial court and is about to embark on a new journey with the important task of propagating the teaching law.

"The calendar must be repaired."

Dorgon raised his head and said in a deep voice: "However, although the calendar is important, the artillery must not be neglected. Mr. Tang, I need to trouble you."

"I know." Tang Ruowang nodded hurriedly.

Fan Wencheng on the side, seeing that he has trampled on the history of the Central Plains for many years, couldn't help but retort:
"Mr. Tang, there is no basis for what you say. How can you easily assert that the big statistics are wrong? Besides, there is also the Islamic calendar. It may be futile to revise the calendar."

(End of this chapter)