Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 781 Lake Baikal
After the car curtain fell, Shunzhi finally just sighed, calmed down, and asked the general.

Ning Wanwo, who was sitting opposite him, had a slightly messy beard on his chin at this time, but a layer of fine hair grew on the back of his originally clean head, and his money rat braids were also thicker, making him look a little ugly, but the whole person But it showed a kind of seriousness.

In the past two months, Jilin City has been very noisy about the relocation. Coupled with the scarcity of barbers, many people have left their hair unknowingly.

"Your Majesty, I traveled for more than half a month last year. I came to the various tribes of Buryatia and Mongolia, and met the Raksha people who conquered this place."

Ning Wan and I explained sternly: "Although it is said that the city was built and named Barguzin, it is a wooden village with less than a few hundred soldiers stationed there, relying on muskets and torturing the Buryats."

"There is a lake there. The water tastes not salty and can be drunk directly, but the locals regard it as the sea, so it is called Baikal."

"Lake Baikal is extremely vast, you can't see the edge at a glance, it's deep and hard to see the bottom, and there are countless giant fish in the water..."

"Especially the nearby flat land, which is nourished by the lake water and is extra fertile. It is very suitable for farming or grazing."

"Besides, a large number of Buryats were enslaved due to the dispersion. Once we wipe out the Rakshas, ​​it is enough to establish a foundation here."

Ning Wan and I said enthusiastically: "The climate there is mild, the territory is vast, there is no shortage of water or land, and the most important thing is that it is far away from Liaodong. For the imperial court, it is enough to recuperate and make a comeback—"

Arriving here first, Emperor Shunzhi was fascinated for a while, and he felt a bit of a difficult road, and he was proud of rebuilding the empire.

He glanced at Ning Wan, who was still enthusiastic, said a few words of comfort, and then fell into thinking.

After receiving the news that the Ming army was about to go north, there was an uproar in the court, and it immediately split into two factions.

Contrary to imagination, the nobles of the Eight Banners seem to want to go back to Changbai Mountain to fish and hunt again, or surrender to the Ming army, and refuse to migrate again.

And those Han civil servants resolutely demanded to move, not Changbai Mountain, but Lake Baikal.

What the Han people advocated was nothing more than farming.

If you go back to Changbai Mountain, your fishing and hunting life will be happy and carefree, but you will never grow up again.

And when you come to Lake Baikal, you can build a city again to accommodate the tribes, so that the Manchu and Qing courts can move here intact.

In this way, the feudal system is well preserved, the former slavery can only die down, and the civil servants can continue to share power, instead of being trampled underfoot by those nobles of the Eight Banners and arbitrarily bullied.

Also in order to maintain the stability of power and know the benefits of Sinicization, Shunzhi pushed the boat smoothly and supported the westward migration.

From Jilin to Lake Baikal, passing through Horqin Grassland, Hulun Lake and other places on the way, it can be said that it is a smooth road with few mountains.

It's just that the journey is far away, more than two thousand miles, which is a huge burden for ordinary people.

But it is also because of the distance that the court is willing to move westward: the farther away from the Ming army, the better.

Ignoring the emperor's thoughts, Ning Wan and I hastily exited the ox cart, and then came to Fan Wencheng's carriage in a blink of an eye.

This retreat, everything was arranged by Fan Wencheng. As the chief assistant of the cabinet, he took over the burden without hesitation.

"Is the emperor at ease?"

Fan Wencheng had deep bags under his eyes, but the pen in his hand didn't stop.

"I'm at ease." Ning Wan I breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down cross-legged: "After all, it's a completely strange place, so it's hard to make people feel at ease."

Suddenly, Fan Wencheng stopped writing, and seeing that Ning Wan and I looked exhausted, he said softly: "There is no way, the state of the country is like this."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little lucky.

Among the migrating people, most families still own livestock, so the speed is fast enough and saves a lot of trouble.

"You didn't go to see those so-called Eight Banners warriors. They heard that they didn't need to go south to fight, but only needed to protect the emperor. After leaving Jilin, they all heaved a sigh of relief, their faces flushed, as if they didn't need to die..."

Ning Wan and I hate that iron cannot become steel: "The Eight Banners that ruled the world in the past have reached such a situation, it is sad—"

Fan Wencheng shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Since entering the pass in the first year of Shunzhi, up to now, the Eight Banners have left behind at least three 40,000 people in the pass."

"In addition to the previous battle in Liaodong, the loss of troops and the loss of generals, the Eight Banners of Manchuria were almost replaced, and the Eight Banners of the Han Army suffered heavy losses. Now there are only [-] Niu Lu left and there is a serious shortage..."

As for the Mongolian Eight Banners, there is only one-third of the bottom left, and there is no supplement, so they can only stand under the emperor's flagpole to receive a ration.

Fundamentally speaking, the Eight Banners system was born out of military plunder, not something that can be supported by farming.

For example, in Jilin, among the millions of people who migrated, every household has soldiers who receive rations, very few farmers, and slaves are even more pitiful.

There is no way, during this period of time the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty were forced to garrison the fields, in conjunction with food storage, to feed Jilin, but it was not a long-term solution.

Only in Lake Baikal, where hundreds of thousands of Buryats were plundered, can the Eight Banners system be maintained.

There may seem to be two options, but there is actually only one.

"Tell me, can Hong Chengchou do it?"

After Ning finished my chatter, I couldn't help asking.

"There's no one else but him."

Fan Wencheng let out a long sigh and said nothing more.

At this time, Hong Chengchou led more than ten thousand cavalry, one man with three horses, or even four horses, across the vast grassland, and with a guide, came to the east side of Lake Baikal.

As early as 1648, the Russians established Barguzin, located on the east side of Baikal, and then established the Yakutsk Governor's House, sending Cossacks to conquer a large area around the Lena River.

In 1652, that is, this year, the Russians built the city of Irkutsk in the west of Lake Baikal.

Since 1631, the Russians have been fighting with the Buryats, who have been bullied and enslaved.

Over the past 20 years, seeing that the Russian rule in the Baikal region has become more and more stable, suddenly, the Qing Dynasty came and arrived together with the spring breeze.

Carrying [-] cavalry, [-] muskets, most of the gunpowder, and even more than [-] portable tiger squat guns.

The Buryats rejoiced and led the way with constant uprisings, and many tribes continued to join the army, just to overthrow the Russians.

Compared with the ghost-like Russians with high noses and red hair, the Qing soldiers with the same face are extraordinarily friendly.

"This place is not bad."

Hauge dismounted and looked at the endless grassland and the herdsmen flocking to him, filled with emotion for a moment.

This is much better than Jilin, where people froze to death.

Hong Chengchou climbed up the slope and looked at Barguzin in the distance.

　Extinct, the group collapsed again.

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(End of this chapter)