Bury the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 22 Still rushing to smash the palace

Zhu Jinsong laughed, put the incense in his hand into the incense burner casually, looked at Zhu Lao San and said: "Okay, Xiao Lao San, have you learned to use your brain to think about things now?"

Zhu Laosan also imitated Zhu Jinsong and inserted the incense in his hand into the incense burner, snorted and said, "Is it worth thinking about it? Isn't it obvious?"

Seeing that his elder brother hadn't given up on the idea of ​​smashing up the Quanlin Palace, Zhu Laosan felt very painful.

Again, it is easy to smash the Quanlin Palace, but it is difficult to deal with the aftermath.

But I can't keep objecting——

On the public, my elder brother is the head of Yuhuang Mountain. As the saying goes, there are thousands of people in a family, and one person is in charge. It seems that it is not up to me to object to things that my elder brother decides.

In terms of personal matters, this is my own elder brother. If I oppose my elder brother's plan, what will the other brothers on Jade Emperor Mountain think?
But Zhu Laosan felt that the eldest brother should not be allowed to smash the Quanlin Palace.

In case Emperor Qianlong was really pissed off, not to mention the encirclement and suppression by millions of Qing troops, even if there were only tens of thousands of Qing troops, that would be enough to drink a pot.

However, Zhu Jinsong shook his head and said: "It is true that smashing the Quanlin Palace will not be good and the aftermath will be solved, but you have overlooked a problem."

Zhu Laosan thought for a long time, but he didn't realize what he had overlooked.

On the comparison of military strength?Although Emperor Qianlong reiterated the "Decree on Preparing for the Return of the Han Army to Relocate and Relocate" many times, requiring the Eight Banners of the Han Army to serve the people, but where is the size of the Qing army, and what about Yuhuang Mountain?There are only one hundred and ten people at full count.

Even if Yuhuangshan has a big killer like a grenade, it is different from swords and other things. It is a one-time consumable, and its production depends on charcoal, sulfur, nitrate, iron, wood, paper, etc. Although the lethality is considerable, it cannot compare with bows and arrows in terms of range.

Not to mention the logistics. Behind the army of the Qing Dynasty is the treasury of the Qing Dynasty, the entire Qing Dynasty, with land, water, sea and water transportation all in place, and Yuhuang Mountain does not even have a base now.

With all these messy factors added up, what is there to use to smash the million-dollar army of the Manchu Qing?
In the end, when it came to the big brother, it was an ill-considered evaluation?

Unconvinced, Zhu Laosan looked at Zhu Jinsong stubbornly and asked, "What question did I ignore?"

Zhu Jinsong looked up at the treasure, who was as solemn as a Buddha, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared: "Kill the good and pretend to be meritorious!"

The simple four words made Zhu Laosan and Zhu Laoer suddenly realize, and then felt a thorn in their backs.

Zhu Jinsong said: "If it wasn't for these four words, after smashing Wenshang County, we should have retreated directly to Yimeng instead of rushing to smash Dawenkou, and we shouldn't have ran here and smashed Surabaya later. county."

"The reason why Dawenkou was smashed first and then Sishui County was because once we disappeared, the Tazi government might kill us and claim that we had been wiped out by the army of the Tartar court."

"At that time, not only will Emperor Qianlong be able to go to the south of the Yangtze River with confidence, but countless innocent people will die because of us. As for those anti-Qing forces who want to respond to us, they will also be hit hard by this."

In the 49th year of Qianlong, it was only 17 years since the 140th year of Chongzhen, 110 years since the San Francisco Rebellion, 100 years since Shi Lang's conquest of Taiwan, and only 27 years since Emperor Qianlong ordered the slaughter of the Junggar people.

Although from Kang Mazi to Emperor Qianlong, they all tried their best to talk about how the Tartar Qing court loved the people like sons while engaging in literary baths, but on the tenth day of Yangzhou, three massacres in Jiading, and three massacres in Jiangyin on the 81st, Datong, which had only five people left, was massacred. Sichuan, which was completely slaughtered, and the house-burning and murder that had to be moved to the forbidden sea, these are the memories of blood and tears passed down from generation to generation by the people of the Central Plains!
Who doesn't know what kind of bird the emperor and officials of the Tartar court look like?

The old women who eat thin say that they measure the material power of China and form the favor of the country. That is because the old women who eat rare have almost corrupted the Qing Dynasty. One person's heart!

In order to keep one's own head and official title, it is simply a normal operation for the officials and lords of the Qing Dynasty.

So, the eldest brother led people to smash Dawenkou first, and then Sishui County, in fact, it was forcing the Tartar government not to kill good people and pretend to be meritorious?
But in this way, the officers and soldiers of the Tartars will no longer commit crimes, but their eldest brother’s idea of ​​going to Yimeng’s development base will probably be shattered—by smashing the Quanlin Palace, it’s not that he slapped Emperor Qianlong in the face ?The Tartars shouldn't be besieged like mad dogs?
Thinking of this, Zhu Laosan couldn't help but have a headache: "Brother, in this way, the Tartar government will not kill the good and take the credit, but we..."

But Zhu Jinsong laughed and said, "What's wrong with us? You mean the tartars will bite us like mad dogs?"

Zhu Jinsong is not a fool, of course he knows what to do in his own best interest - sit back and watch the Tartars kill the good and pretend to be meritorious, lie down and develop the base area, and then turn the table when his strength grows stronger.

However, not everything in this world depends on whether it is beneficial or not.

Zhu Jinsong asked himself that he couldn't do what a flower planter could do for the people at all costs, but he couldn't do the cold-blooded weighing of pros and cons like a stupid hawk.

What's more, even if Quanlin Palace is smashed, it doesn't mean that the situation will be as bad as Zhu Laosan said.

Zhu Jinsong reached out and rubbed Zhu Laosan's head, and asked with a smile: "Little Laosan, how many times has it snowed in Ningyang since the beginning of winter?"

Zhu Laosan was a little confused about Zhu Jinsong's thoughts, so he could only answer honestly: "There have been two snowfalls in total."

Zhu Jinsong hummed and said, "There are two snowfalls in total, and the sum is less than half a finger deep. Do you know what that means?"

Zhu Laosan studied since he was a child and didn't know much about the things in the field, but Zhu Lao Er who knew a little about farming replied directly: "The old saying is that there is a good harvest when there is heavy snow, and the next year is dry if the snow is not cold. Do you want to say that this winter? With just two light snowfalls, there will probably be a severe drought in the coming year?"

Zhu Jinsong nodded, and said: "There is an old saying that in winter, wheat is covered with three layers of quilts, and next year you will sleep with steamed buns on your pillow. There is no snow this winter, and next year's harvest will probably not be much better."

Zhu Laosan doubted: "Even if the harvest is not good, what does it have to do with us?"

Zhu Jinsong was almost amused by Zhu Laosan's innocence: "The harvest is not good, and the government is busy exterminating us. How can they have the time to care about the lives of the people? If the people can't survive, what will they do?"

"Without our example, many people would have endured it, but with our example in front, guess what those ordinary people would do?"

"When the common people rise up one after another, the Tartars will be exhausted, and this is our opportunity."

The severe drought in the 49th year of Qianlong was already obvious. The scope of the spring and summer drought extended to Shandong in the east and Shaanxi in the west, resulting in yellowing of the two wheats, reduced or even lost harvests in the summer, and the Emperor Qianlong only went to the south of the Yangtze River to inspect Xia Yuhe and Chen Qinglian. Waiting for the river course on the little lady, how can she care about the life and death of the people?

On April 49th of the 50th year of Qianlong, Tianwu uprising in Gansu Salt Tea Hall, and in the autumn of the [-]th year of Qianlong, Qingzhou was even more catastrophic. Father and son ate each other.

Not to mention that Emperor Qianlong was not a good emperor who loved the people like his son, even if he was, so what?Only those who can keep the common people alive can be regarded as good emperors. If the emperor cannot keep the common people alive, then the common people can only overthrow him.

It is as good as it is in ancient and modern times.

But Zhu Laosan shook his head, looked at Zhu Jinsong and said: "No, even if the people all over the world rise up, it can't wait until the next spring and summer? We smashed the Spring Forest Palace now, and the Tartars will have to encircle and suppress it the day after tomorrow." Us, how do we survive?"

Zhu Jinsong laughed, and said, "What we've been talking about is smashing, not burning. Did we burn Liu Ju's family? Or the Ningyang county government?"

"Such a large group of palaces, we just kidnapped a few craftsmen, and took away some gold and silver and other things. It's not a fire to burn them all. In order to go to the south of the Yangtze River smoothly, Emperor Qianlong probably could Just bear it."

"Even if he can't bear it anymore, at most he will send troops like Fukan'an or Agui to encircle and suppress them. It's no big deal."

"Remember, the base area is the base area, and whether we walk the tartar like a dog or walk it like a dog, these are two different things."

"It's a pity that Yue Zhongqi, Yao Qisheng, and Zhou Peigong have been dead for many years. Otherwise, I really want to meet them."

Speaking of this, Zhu Jinsong didn't say any more, but asked Zhu's second son to gather his hands to sort out all the gold and silver borrowed from Quanlin Temple, and then took the lead to walk outside the Daxiong Hall.

The abbot of Quanlin Temple, the great monk Wu Zhi, saw Zhu Jinsong leaving the main hall, so he rushed up to greet him, folded his hands together, and saluted: "Amitabha, I wonder if the benefactor had a good rest last night? The poor monk has asked someone to prepare a fasting meal." , just waiting for the benefactor."

Zhu Jinsong shook his head with a smile, and said, "Great Monk, we have already said that we came to Quanlin Temple not to discuss Buddhism or set fire to murder. Once it's done, it's natural to leave early, so I won't eat this breakfast."

"By the way, you hurry up and send someone to make preparations. After we leave, hurry up and report to the officials, saying that we have brought people to the Quanlin Palace to make preparations early."

Monk Wuzhi was startled, and then bowed his head and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the benefactor is joking."

But Zhu Jinsong said seriously: "Who are you kidding? We told you to send people to report to the officials, so you can just send people there. If we said we were going to Quanlin Palace, we would naturally go to Quanlin Palace."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Jinsong ignored Monk Wuzhi and took the lead to walk outside the temple.

When he reached the gate of Quanlin Temple, Zhu Jinsong suddenly stopped and asked Zhu Laosan to take out the pen and ink he had prepared a long time ago, and wrote on the wall outside Quanlin Temple: "Kill all the Jiannu million soldiers , the sword at the waist is stained with blood, the mountain monk does not know the hero, and only cares about asking for his name."

After finishing the question, Zhu Jinsong laughed loudly, and said to the monk Wuzhi who was following him: "Our knowledge is not comparable to that of Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, so we can only slightly modify his old man's poems. The monk laughed."

After monk Wuzhi said twice that he didn't dare, Zhu Jinsong said again: "We inscribed this temple for you in Quanlin Temple, but it is better than Emperor Qianlong's inscribed tens of thousands of temples. Come and admire our handwriting."

"You don't have to thank us, as long as you keep this poem well, we will come again after staying for a few months."

"Let's go, don't send it off, we are rushing to smash the Quanlin Palace."

(End of this chapter)