Take the warehouse back to the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 57
On New Year's Eve, Chongzhen was dressed in a black dragon-patterned cloak, sitting in the warm pavilion, looking at the congratulatory forms presented by the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty and honored relatives, his face was full of smiles.

He put down a congratulatory form in his hand, picked up the ginseng tea on the table, took a sip, and said to Cao Huachun who was standing beside him: "Today is New Year's Eve, and tomorrow is the time to change the yuan."

Chongzhen put down his teacup, stood up from the chair, tightened his clothes, and stood in front of the window of the Nuan Pavilion.

He stretched out his hand, pushed open the window, and looked out the window.

The snow kept falling in the winter night, and the whole palace was covered with silver, which seemed quite artistic.

Chongzhen turned around and said to Cao Huachun, "The Ming Dynasty will finally usher in a new emperor."

Cao Huachun hurriedly knelt down on the ground, and after prostrating three times and bowing nine times, he said flatteringly to Chongzhen: "All blessings, Your Majesty, Your Majesty is the unborn Holy Son of Heaven. After the Ming Dynasty, under His Majesty's rule, Yongle will definitely be reappeared." The scene of the prosperous age in the prosperous age."

Chongzhen looked at Cao Huachun with a flattering face, pointed at Cao Huachun's nose, and scolded with a smile: "You, you are the one who speaks so sharply."

Cao Huachun chuckled, and said: "This servant speaks from the bottom of his heart. Doesn't the Chixia thousands of miles away a few days ago just show His Majesty's sageness?"

"Haha, you're a smart talker, you can say it. Okay, get up. It's cold on the ground."

When Cao Huachun heard Chongzhen's words, he was overjoyed.

To be so worried and praised by His Majesty, it proves that I still have the favor in His Majesty's heart.

Cao Huachun slowly got up from the ground and stood beside Chongzhen who had already sat in front of the imperial case.

Chongzhen sat on a chair and picked up a memorial, staring closely at it.

But Chongzhen's current thoughts are not on this memorial at all.

"After tomorrow, everything in the Tianqi Dynasty will be a thing of the past. From now on, this Great Ming Dynasty will be under my control from now on."

Emperor Chongzhen thought of this, and two fiery gazes shot out from his eyes.

The next day, Emperor Chongzhen, who hadn't slept all night, sat on the dragon chair in the Huangji Hall full of energy.He looked at the respectful civil and military men standing on both sides of the court, and suddenly a sense of arrogance surged in his heart.

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

Manchu Wenwu looked at the young figure on the dragon chair, shouted long live three times, and knelt down on the ground.

Chongzhen flicked his sleeves, and said in a full-fledged manner: "Everyone loves you!"

After the Great Court Meeting, Emperor Chongzhen took the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, and after worshiping the Taimiao, he issued his first imperial edict since he ascended the throne.At the same time, twelve loud bells rang from the bell tower in the palace.

An hour later, countless Jinyi Wei Tiqi and Dongchang fanzi filed out from the palace, and sent the mansion newspaper with the changed Yuan Chongzhen to all over the place.

Zhao Wen was sitting in the study of the Garrison Mansion, wearing an extremely thick black cloak, with a brazier at his feet.

"Chang Yuan Chongzhen, I didn't expect this day to come so soon."

Zhao Wen put down the mansion newspaper in his hand, looked out the window, and murmured.

"Crench!"

At this moment, Li Xiaoying pushed the door open with a maid carrying a food box.

Zhao Wen looked away, looked at Li Xiaoying, and said with a smile, "Why are you here?"

Li Xiaoying closed the door, took the food box from the maid, and put it on the desk in front of Zhao Wen.

"Brother Zhao, this is the chicken soup I made for you, drink it while it's hot."

Li Xiaoying opened the food box, took out a casserole from inside, and put it on the table in front of Zhao Wen.

Li Xiaoying lifted the lid, and the white water vapor inside immediately evaporated, and the whole study room was filled with fragrance.

Zhao Wen sniffed and praised: "It smells so good, I didn't expect you to be able to cook."

Li Xiaoying said with a smile: "My family is not a big family, and this culinary celebrity has to learn."

Zhao Wen picked up the spoon in the casserole and took a sip.

"Tsk tsk tsk, soft and long, the soup is clear and delicious, it is really delicious in the world."

Zhao Wen narrowed his eyes and said with a look of enjoyment.

"Drink it while it's hot." Seeing that Zhao Wen liked her stewed chicken soup so much, as if eating molasses, Li Xiaoying was overjoyed.

At the same time, thousands of miles away in Ansai County, Shaanxi, a 30-year-old black-faced man looked at the frostbitten horses in his stable, his face was like black charcoal.

"Brother, look away." A strong man wrapped in an old cotton jacket patted the big man's shoulder and comforted him.

The black-faced man looked at the horses lying on the ground, with a sad face, and sighed: "Oh, how much money will I pay for this? I can't make much money by selling horses once."

He collected these horses from Datong with great pains, and originally planned to bring them to Ansai and sell them for a good price.But who would have thought that the weather was suddenly cold last night, many horses froze to death, and those who did not freeze to death were basically frostbitten.

Anyway, all the horses in this stable are useless.

"Gao, where are you at home?"

At this moment, a group of officials with iron rulers and chains turned over from the back wall.

"I thought you were not at home, but I didn't expect you to be in the backyard. Hehe, it seems that I have come at the right time." An official wearing a black soap suit and holding an iron ruler looked at Gao Yingxiang playfully.

This black-faced man is one of the famous bandit leaders in the late Ming Dynasty, the first generation of "Chuang Wang" - Gao Yingxiang.

It's just that he is just a small horse household now, selling horses for a living.

Back then, Emperor Taizu Gao aspired to rule the world, and for some reason, he divided the entire world into four peoples: scholars, farmers, businessmen, and businessmen.

And this horse household is similar to the military household, and does not belong to these four people, but raises horses for the imperial court.

But with the decline of the horse administration, at the end of the Ming Dynasty, these horse households also started selling horses.

"What do you want to do?" Gao Yingxiang frowned, looking at these officials warily.

The leading officer chuckled and said, "Haha, what else can we do here? Of course we're here to collect taxes."

"Taxes? What taxes?"

"In today's chaos in Liaodong, in order to recover Liaodong as soon as possible, the imperial court confiscated Liaoxiang in the 46th year of Wanli. You don't know it? But from the 46th year of Wanli to the present, you, Gao Yingxiang, don't seem to have handed over even once?"

The officer looked at Gao Yingxiang and said playfully.

This Gao Yingxiang is also a little famous in Ansai. He sells horses all the year round, and he probably has a lot of money in his hands.

This time using the excuse of Liaoxiang, it is estimated that I can make a lot of money.

The leading official has long been eyeing this Gao Yingxiang, but this Gao Yingxiang has been selling horses all year round and has no one at home, so he has not benefited from him all the time.

I heard people say today that Gao Yingxiang is at home.So, the leading officer couldn't wait to lead his troops to Gao Yingxiang's house.

When I first arrived in front of his house, I saw that the door of his house was closed, and I thought there was no one in his house.

Originally, I wanted to dig into his house to see if there was anything valuable, but unexpectedly, this Gao Yingxiang was hiding in the backyard.

"Hey, I want to see where you Gao Yingxiang can go today." The leader of the official said with a smile.

"Liaoxiang? This Liaoxiang has nothing to do with me, right? I'm a Mahu, not a self-cultivating farmer. What do you care about my Liaoxiang?" Gao Yingxiang looked at the official and frowned.

The officer walked up to Gao Yingxiang slowly with an iron ruler in his hand, and said with a sneer, "I want you to understand that the Liaoxiang collected by the imperial court is not only a land tax, but also a horse tax. What's more, the imperial court expressly prohibits the private sale of horses. What is the crime for blatantly selling horses?"

During the Ming Dynasty, the imperial court strictly controlled the number of private horses, and private sales of horses were prohibited.

However, with the demise of Ma Zheng, that ban has become a piece of waste paper.

Now that the official post has been brought up again, it is nothing more than trying to extort a little more money.

"What do you mean?" Gao Yingxiang looked at the officer coldly.

"What do I mean? Of course I am here to ask for the tax money you owe. If you can pay the tax money owed, then this matter is over. If you can't, then I will definitely lock you up." Go to jail."

"How many taels of silver?" The strong man standing beside Gao Yingxiang asked in a deep voice.

The officer smiled, his face was full of greed, he stretched out five fingers, and waved them in front of Gao Yingxiang, "No more, no less, exactly 50 taels of silver."

Gao Yingxiang's face changed drastically. This is not here to collect tax money, this is obviously here to claim his life.

"I'll fuck your mother!" Gao Yingxiang yelled, and sprayed the man all over his face with saliva.

The officer's face turned cold, he wiped the spittle off his face, and roared with a ferocious expression: "Come on, lock them up and take them to the prison."

(End of this chapter)