Emperor Ming Dynasty

After scolding, Dorgon only felt tired.

"Regent?"

"Retire!" Dorgon waved his hand, telling the maids to retreat first, then suddenly remembered something, and ordered someone to find Fan Wencheng.

In the end, he was the only one sitting on the bed, the stove was burning brightly, but it couldn't make him feel any warmth.

At this time, in Fan's house, although there was some warmth, there were constant quarrels.

Because of the lack of charcoal fire, several daughter-in-laws started arguing, and for hundreds of catties of charcoal, the house was in a state of restlessness.

Fan Wencheng sighed, feeling a little sad about the current scene.

The Fan family, have they ever argued over a hundred catties of charcoal fire?

But now there is a shortage of materials. Although Jilin is large, it is crowded with people and the supply of materials is insufficient. After winter, charcoal fires are scarce. In winter, it is really a terrible thing.

Counting 100,000 people living in one house is really terrible.

"That's enough, boss, second child, take your own home back."

Fan Wencheng really couldn't see it, so he could only cough and let his two sons go out.

The two daughters-in-law were reluctant, so they could only leave sullenly.

At this moment, Fan Wencheng's face was full of wrinkles.

The majestic cabinet students also have to argue over a little charcoal fire. Aren't those ordinary bannermen even more embarrassed?

Thinking of this, he raised his head and glanced at the desolate sky, which was gray, like the future of Man Qing, unpredictable.

But he has worked hard from a scholar to the present, and his life is enough, but the continuation of the family is troublesome.

"Father!" Fan Chengxun and Fan Chengmo came forward with their heads down in shame.

There are six brothers in the family, only two of them are restless at home, which is really embarrassing and hard to say.

"I'm not dead yet, so I'm going to split up?"

Fan Wencheng scolded in dissatisfaction: "Cultivate one's morality, regulate one's family, rule the country and the world, if the family can't be governed, how can we talk about governing the country?"

"Although we live in Jilin, we can't mess things up if the court is still there. Even if the court is gone, our family can't be messed up."

The two daughters-in-law are both Manchus, nobles from the clan, and they are also the most noisy ones, neither of them will give in to the other.

On the contrary, the daughters-in-law of the Han people are virtuous and do not fight or grab.

The two sons were naturally obedient and did not dare to refute.

"Okay, go back!"

After waving his hand, Fan Wencheng sighed, turned and left.

Suddenly, a servant sent a message, and the regent asked him to go.

Fan Wencheng didn't dare to be careless, he quickly changed into a suit of clothes, and rushed to the Regent's Palace in a hurry.

As early as when retreating from the pass, Jilin City was about to start construction as a back road, and the palace and palace inside were all available.

The majestic Prince Regent's Mansion is naturally still magnificent, a bit stronger than the Imperial Palace.

Perhaps the palace was so small that the regent no longer lived in the palace and returned to his own mansion.

The snow in Jilin City was very thick, but the two houses were not far from each other, and within a moment they got off the carriage, and Fan Wencheng came in a hurry.

"Xian fight."

Dorgon's expression was ugly, and when he saw Fan Wencheng's arrival, he squeezed out a smile: "How is Jilin City recently?"

"The army is suppressing, but the city is peaceful, but supplies are scarce. Food, salt, wine, cloth, and iron are all insufficient, especially charcoal."

"If you don't think of a way, I'm afraid that many people will be killed this winter."

Fan Wencheng sighed, his tone very helpless.

The supply of a country's capital city is extremely depleted.

Hundreds of civil and military officials, high-ranking officials and dignitaries, one house consumes more than hundreds of people, not to mention the hundreds of thousands of Jilin City, without the supply of millions of people, it is absolutely impossible to survive.

"I understand." Dorgon raised his brows, but he never thought that there would be so many difficulties, and said roughly: "In the current situation, we can only face difficulties together."

"The situation in Jilin, I can only leave it to you."

"The veteran thought that while there is still some time, it is better to send an army to the nearby forest to cut down trees, leave the charcoal for the officials and generals, and leave the firewood for the bannermen."

Fan Wencheng thought for a while before saying: "Although it is difficult to burn, it is better than freezing to death."

Ordinary bannermen died of exhaustion in a month and could not get firewood for the winter, but the army was different and more efficient.

The biggest difficulty now is that the three banners of Manchu, Mongolian, and Han are competing for the few supplies, and the supply must be guaranteed.

"Let the various organizations of the Eight Banners cut down trees by hand, why not work hard for themselves?"

Dorgon said in a deep voice: "Besides, the Mongolian Eight Banners are not good at this, so the Han Eight Banners will do it for you!"

Fan Wencheng can only answer.

Fairness has never existed among the Eight Banners, let alone the Eight Banners of the Han Army belonged directly to the emperor. When will we not bully at this time?
"How's the Horqin Department?"

Dorgon turned pale suddenly, coughed a few times before asking.

"The right wing surrendered to the Ming army, while the left wing was severely injured and fled to the Sun Moon Lake area to recuperate."

"Try to win over the right wing, don't ask him to fall to us, and maintain neutrality."

Dorgon said in a deep voice: "As for the left wing, give them some food and grass. We have to get through this winter."

The entire Nenjiang River Basin is vast and the land is fertile. As long as you cultivate for a period of time and let the left wing annex some tribes, you will soon be able to make up for your strength and become a booster again.

"Ahem!" Dorgon coughed violently again, and Fan Wencheng had no choice but to leave.

Watching his leaving back, Dorgon sighed: "It would be great if Duoduo was here..."

Sitting in the carriage, Fan Wencheng's thoughts drifted away.

It seems that the regent's time is not long. Although the Qing Dynasty is like the setting sun, it is still a court after all, and it needs a man at the helm.

Dorgon has no heirs, and now only his brother Azig or Jierharang continues to control the government.

These few are pure warriors, not suitable for running the court at all, and they don't have Dorgon's trust in civil servants.

The future is uncertain!

Wait, where is the emperor?

The emperor is 15 years old and married enough to be in charge.

With the help of these civil servants, it is enough to balance those warriors and thus continue the country.

The more he thought about it, the more suitable Fan Wencheng felt.

At this time, Jilin Palace.

If the imperial palace in Shengjing is low and narrow, then Jilin is small and exquisite. Although the area is smaller, it still conforms to the regulations of the imperial palace.

Shunzhi stayed in the palace, practicing Chinese characters.

Although the empress dowager talked about practicing martial arts more, riding and archery is the way to rejuvenate the country, but Shunzhi confronted Da Yuer from the beginning when he was sensible, and fell in love with calligraphy more and more.

Originally, after Dorgon became seriously ill, he was a little ready to move, but in the end he suppressed his thoughts.

Without it, today's Qing Dynasty can no longer withstand a turmoil.

At this time, Tang Ruowang brought a piece of good news. The son of Fan Wencheng contacted him and revealed the news that the regent was seriously ill.

Although this is old news, it is of great significance.

The chief minister of the cabinet is devoted to him, and he is only one step away from taking charge of the government.