The back door of my house can last until the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 127

In the Ming Dynasty, which lacked advanced means of transportation, the quality of the roads seriously restricted the speed of marching.

This heavy snow had a considerable impact on Sun Jie's army, and similarly, it also had a considerable impact on Huang Taiji.

The snow in Datong is still not small, and it is even a bit heavier than the snow in Beijing.

If it hadn't been for grabbing a hand in Xuanfu and Datong, the morale of Huang Taiji's army would have collapsed.

Huang Taiji did not immediately attack Shanxi, but temporarily stationed in the north of Yanmen Pass, waiting for Xuexiao.

Sun Jie led the soldiers and horses to go west, according to his expectation.

After defeating Huang Taiji in Shanxi, it was almost the New Year.

At that time, return to Shaanxi before the Chinese New Year.

As for going to the capital to meet Chongzhen?
Whoever likes to go, visit him is as important as Chinese New Year.

Before leading the troops to set off, Sun Jie left all the heads he captured in Tongzhou.

All in all, in one sentence, I don't care how you distribute, I only want the final result, I only want the final money or people.

Even if you beat yourself to death for these heads, it has nothing to do with Sun Jie.

Of course, Sun Jie was also very "caring" to leave two hundred fully armed soldiers here to take care of their transactions.

If these people want to rob, they have to weigh whether they have the ability.

After arranging everything, Sun Jie went north and west.

The team is bypassing the capital, heading west from the north.

When he came to Changping, Sun Chuanting entertained Sun Jie.

I bought a lot of weapons from Sun Jie, although he spent money, but in this era at the end of Ming Dynasty, being able to sell them to him is a kindness.

Changping is a small city with a lack of supplies. In addition to the approach of winter, there is a lack of clothing and food in the city. Almost everyone has tightened their belts.

The banquet was not rich, and the porridge made from some coarse grains, the best dish was the bowl of pickles.

However, this kind of meal is already Sun Chuanting's best effort.

Sitting in a small room in the backyard of Changping Yamen, a copper basin is placed under the table.

Some poor quality coals were burning inside, crackling from time to time.

Sun Chuanting sat opposite to Sun Jie, holding a bowl, sucking the hot porridge which was not thick, keeping his eyes on the pickles, but he never moved his chopsticks.

Sun Jie picked up a piece of pickle and ate it with the hot porridge.

The taste is not good, in addition to being salty, there is also some bitterness.

But he understood that even this kind of pickles was still a rare delicacy in Sun Chuanting's army.

"General Sun, now I understand what you said before?!"

Sun Chuanting put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, wiped his mouth, and said.

"Oh?! What are you talking about?!" Sun Jie asked with a bowl.

He took out the tattered copper basin under the table, and poked it with the tongs that were placed on the side, and the flames became bigger.

While fiddling with the copper basin, Sun Chuanting said, "At first I thought you were a traitor, but the report from the court made it clear.

To the north of Tongzhou, more than two thousand soldiers were killed.If it was really a traitor, why did he travel thousands of miles to the capital to attack the slaves?The imperial court did not distribute food and salaries to your soldiers and horses. If you attack the enemy at your own expense, I am not as good as you! "

Sun Chuanting was ashamed.

Such a person is rare in ancient times.

"Beheading more than two thousand? I clearly remember that I only beheaded more than one thousand, and the remaining one thousand were beheaded by them in the Jingying!" Sun Jie put down the bowl and said.

Sun Chuanting stopped what he was doing, looked at Sun Jie, and said, "I'm not a fool, I can't hide what Beijing Camp is like.

I saw it before when I was an official in the capital.I don't believe that they can be pulled out to fight.If it is really so powerful, why did His Majesty transfer me here in such a hurry before!
Perhaps, they bought heads from you?Or some kind of benefit exchange?That's all I can think of! "

After speaking, Sun Chuanting continued to fiddle with the coals in the brazier.

The loneliness on his face became heavier.

"Hey! Killing people is not as good as buying them with money! It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous!"

Sun Chuanting laughed at himself.

Seeing Sun Chuanting like this, Sun Jie didn't know how to answer for a while.

He is a capable person. If he hadn't held the Great Ming Dynasty in history, he might have been reduced to a long time ago.

It is such an official with outstanding abilities who serve the country and the people, but there is no good end.

He couldn't even keep his own descendants. He worked hard for the court, and after he died in battle, he was punished by Chongzhen for "fake death and abscond".

He was not the only official who ended up miserable in the late Ming Dynasty?
How can this whole country and chaotic officialdom accommodate these people?
Scholars and officials in the capital sang merit songs, worshiping the thief first, and then the fishy smell, how could they have a little bit of conscience in their hearts? !

"My lord, what do you think is the problem in this world?"

Sun Jie was silent for a long time before asking.

"I don't know. I'm just a scholar. What I can do is to be loyal to the emperor and protect the country. They do their things, and I do mine. The country has supported scholars for nearly 300 years. My Sun family has received the grace of the country from generation to generation. All I can do is solve problems for the country!"

The tongs in his hand stopped in mid-air, Sun Chuanting said quietly.

Seeing that Sun Jie finished his meal, he began to clean up the dishes.

He kept muttering in his mouth: "This food is coarse, but it is the best food in our army. In this winter of lack of clothing and food, the court didn't ask me a word. I thought you wouldn't eat it, but I didn't expect that there was not a single grain left! "

Sun Jie stood up, looked at Sun Chuanting, and said, "I'm not from a noble family, so why are there so many hypocrisy? It's getting late, I have to march, and I'll go back to Shaanxi before the Chinese New Year, and beat Huang Taiji by the way." !
Don't send it away, thank you Mrs. Sun for today's meal, goodbye! "

Arching his hands towards Sun Chuanting, Sun Jie walked out of the room and walked in the snowy sky.

The north wind poured into the room, the smell of soot was blown away, and the room was much clearer.

Sun Chuanting stood at the door with a bowl in his hand, watching Sun Jie's leaving back, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Outside the city, Sun Jie got on his horse and gradually went west.

Looking back, he vaguely saw a familiar figure on the top of the city.

The north wind blows the clouds and the sky is about to press down, and the river is buried in heavy snow in the middle of the night.

Only rows of traces were left on the snow that were gradually covered by the heavy snow, facing west.

Sun Chuanting's body was covered with snow. When the black spot on the west side disappeared completely, he shook the snow off his body and went down to the city.

Outside the capital city, a tall and tall man entered the city with a few followers.

This person is exactly Lu Xiangsheng who was recalled by the Ministry of War before.

Contrary to history, Chongzhen no longer needs him.

The soldiers and horses raging around the capital have been defeated one after another by the "brave and good at fighting" Beijing camp and the "capable of conscripting and good at fighting" soldiers of the Imperial Horse Supervisor.

He became a joke.

He also bears the title of governor of the world's soldiers and horses on his head, but in this "jubilant" capital, he is like a child who is at a loss for what to do when he is in trouble.

The streets are sparse and desolate, and there are not many pedestrians.

In previous years, we could still see some hungry people crowded under the eaves, but this year, they almost disappeared completely.

This made Lu Xiangsheng, who was leading the horse, very curious.

The entourage behind him asked suspiciously: "Master, why is there no beggar in the capital this year? Could it be that he was frozen to death? No way!"

Lu Xiangsheng frowned slightly, and he couldn't figure out why.

"I don't know, even if I freeze to death, there won't be no corpses. Weird, weird!"

Lu Xiangsheng kept shaking his head.

Of course there were no beggars in the capital, because they were all packed up and sent to Shaanxi by the dignitaries in the capital.

Not long after Sun Jie left, these people discussed a result.

When Sun Chuanting entertained Sun Jie, their good news was sent to Chongzhen's desk.

This "big victory" news excited Chongzhen.

Coupled with the previous "big victory", he has a feeling that the world is in his hands.

Daming, in the doomsday scene, suddenly "singed and danced to peace".

Now that the Ministry of War is still discussing the rewards, they can't wait to arrest the people around the capital and the countryside and send them to Shaanxi.

They were also afraid that their subordinates would not be able to complete the task, so they deliberately spent money to "hire" the soldiers and horses left by Sun Jie to transport these people to Shaanxi.

Of course, they have to pay for food and expenses on the road.

But compared with the heads of those slaves, these expenses are nothing, so they can naturally spend them.

These dignitaries are not capable of other things, and when it comes to robbing the common people, no one can compare.

Within a few days, all the people Sun Jie needed were enough.

In order to prevent too many casualties on the road, they even grabbed some more and added some "clothes" to keep out the cold.

Along with these people are their money.

It's not all silver, there are "gold", "jewelry", "jade", "precious wood, medicinal materials" and all kinds of valuable things.

Sun Jie never refuses anyone who comes, and these things can still be sold at a good price in modern times.

The empty capital made Lu Xiangsheng a little uncomfortable.

When he came to Dianmao of the Ministry of War, he thought that the officials of the Ministry of War would "treat each other well", but he saw a cold face.

This abnormal behavior made him very puzzled.

Didn't you ask me to come to Beijing for emergency treatment?That's how you treat it? !
Dissatisfied, he inquired about the current situation.

He was overwhelmed by the results.

I hurried all the way, my mind was full of the capital city, so naturally I didn't hear these things.

It turns out that now that the Jiannu around the capital have all been defeated, what is this "governor of the world"?
Joke?
Jiannu has been defeated by these "elites", what role does he have?
When the imperial court employs people, they face forward, and when they are not in use, they face backward. Naturally, he will be left out in the cold.

He, useless, was in a dilemma for a while.

The father's bones were not cold, he went out in mourning, and ended up in such a state, how sad!

To the north of Yanmen Pass, Huang Taiji's military camp spread for several miles.

Compared with Dorgon's disastrous defeat, his strength is still very complete.

The biggest losses were only the soldiers and horses of the Zhenglan Banner.

His two yellow flags have hardly suffered any losses.

A considerable part of the military camp that spread for several miles was the people who were looted by Huang Taiji.

The haze of failure in the north of Tongzhou City seems to have gone away, and the Chinese army's tent is full of enthusiasm, just like a spring day.

A huge fire is sandwiched in the middle, and a lamb is roasting on it.

It is oily and the aroma is straight.

Huang Taijiu sat on the dragon chair, held up his wine glass, respected everyone, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"Everyone, have our army been defeated? Not at all!
Isn't the main purpose of our army to enter the customs this time is to rob the people?
Our goal has been achieved, how can it be considered a failure? "

Huang Taiji set a basic tone.

This is lying to yourself, and you have to lie to yourself.

If you don't lie to yourself, the morale of the army will be weakened.

If the morale of the army is broken, it will be difficult to lead the team.

The generals in the big tent raised their wine glasses together, and immediately drank them all in one gulp, and the atmosphere became lively.

After drinking, Huang Taiji's face gradually turned red. He looked at the crowd and said again:
"Actually, it's hard to imagine that we were just a small tribe in Jianzhou before. We were just slaves begging for food in the white mountains and black waters, but now we have such a large territory and population. Isn't this a victory?

To the south is Yanmen Pass. When the snow is lighter, we will enter Yanmen Pass and cross the territory of Shanxi.This is a hypocritical place with many people.

At that time, all our losses will be recovered!With Dorgon on the other side of the capital, and us here, the two sides will check each other, and we will definitely be able to accomplish great success!
Sun Jie's soldiers and horses can fight, but there are only so few people. Chongzhen will definitely tie Sun Jie near the capital for his life. This time, we are sure to win! "

He was still immersed in the beautiful dream he had woven, thinking that Dorgon would do what he said.

Didn't he know that at this time, Dorgon had already passed through the Qingshan Pass.

They were east and west, with Sun Jie in the middle, how could the news of defeat reach his ears so easily?

Fan Wencheng, who was sitting below, quickly offered a flattery, and said in a servile manner: "Your Majesty is the real dragon emperor in the sky. When there is chaos in the Puppet Ming Dynasty, we will be able to stay in the Central Plains!"

"Haha, good slave, good slave, what you say is right, what you say is right!"

Huang Taiji raised the wine glass in his hand and laughed loudly.

Drank it down again, and looked towards a corner of the tent.

There was a shy middle-aged man, he was the head and face of Shanxi merchants today, Fan family Fan Yongdou.

As soon as Huang Taiji entered Datong, Fan Yongdou ran over with people and supplies to "pay the army".

It's nothing more than wanting to be familiar, so that in the future when slaves are established and ruled in the Central Plains, they can reap more benefits.

Not long ago, Huang Taiji "feeled" Fan Yongdou's "loyalty" and specially awarded him the title of "Captain Yunqi".

This is a title of the fifth rank, although it has no real power, it makes Fan Yong laugh from ear to ear.

This title was first created in the Sui Dynasty, and it was often used in the Song Dynasty. After Huang Taiji became emperor, because there was no strict and regular reward system among the slaves, these titles were used.

They don't understand it either, and just make it up at random.

Just like the master rewarded the dog with a piece of meat, after receiving this reward, Fan Yongdou, like a pug, worked harder to please Huang Taiji.

A few days ago, the Fan family collected a batch of grain from Shanxi to "repay" Huang Taiji for his "kindness".

They are all this year's new food, all given away for free, enough for half a month's expenses for so many people in Huang Taiji.

Shanxi merchants have hoarded grains all over Shanxi, and these grains are nothing more than a drop in the bucket for Shanxi merchants.

"Fan Aiqing!"

Huang Taiji's voice sounded.

"The slave is here!"

Fan Yongdou stood up quickly, bent over, walked to the middle of the big tent, and respectfully kowtowed a few times.

Full of slavery!
(End of this chapter)