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

Chapter 142 The Embarrassment of Liaodong

The sound of fireworks was loud, and Sun Jie didn't see Sun Chuanting for a while.

Sun Chuanting stood there for a while, then walked forward.

It was very close to Sun Jie, and was finally discovered by Sun Jie.

"Master Sun!"

Sun Jie stopped what he was doing and looked at Sun Chuanting.

Sun Ling stood next to Sun Jie, graceful and graceful.

"The fireworks are beautiful tonight. I've never seen them before. I'm a little tired, so I'll go back and rest first!"

Sun Ling spoke.

"Okay, then you go back first!" Sun Jie said.

Accompanied by several servant girls, Sun Ling walked back.

Sun Jie handed the unburned incense to Chen Hu who was behind him, and said at the same time: "Put away all the rest, let the people in the city be lively!"

After speaking, he came to Sun Chuanting, "Master Sun, Happy New Year!"

Sun Jie said with a smile.

Sun Chuanting also saluted and replied with a smile: "Happy New Year!"

"It's New Year's Eve, is something wrong with Mr. Sun?!" Sun Jie asked.

"It's nothing, I just want to come and hang around!" Sun Chuanting replied in a tone.

"In that case, let's go around!"

Sun Jie said, and walked forward.

Sun Chuanting walked beside Sun Jie on the street.

There are many red lanterns hanging on both sides of the street, which will spread the light to the world.

"This year is a good year!"

Sun Chuanting said something for no reason, and started a conversation.

"Auspicious snow heralds a good year, and the next year will be better, which will relieve a lot of vitality for Shaanxi.

However, I am afraid that the people in the Central Plains and other places will suffer! "

Shaanxi in the late Ming Dynasty was miserable, and the Central Plains was also miserable.

Droughts were mainly concentrated in Shaanxi in the early years of Chongzhen.

When the time came to the tenth year of Chongzhen, a severe drought that had not been seen in 500 years swept across the entire Central Plains, and even the surrounding Huguang and other places were also shrouded in drought.

This drought lasted from the 16th year of Chongzhen to the [-]th year of Chongzhen, with such a large span and severe intensity that it is rarely seen in the world.

Sun Jie, who is familiar with the history, knows that from the 12th year of Chongzhen, the drought in Henan will rise to another level, far exceeding the drought in Shaanxi in terms of intensity.

The drought was followed by plagues of locusts and plagues.

Coupled with the chaos of soldiers and horses, all kinds of disasters will turn Henan upside down.

The rogues entrenched in Henan are about to start making waves.

Sun Chuanting looked at Sun Jie in surprise, and asked, "How does General Sun know that the Central Plains is about to suffer a disaster?
In recent years, although the Central Plains has experienced continuous drought, compared with Shaanxi, it is much better, and it is far from the level of Shaanxi! "

Sun Jie couldn't explain some things, he just kept shaking his head.

Hurry up, save as many victims as possible, and minimize the impact of this drought.

Walking through a street, a thin plum blossom in the corner is brewing.

Snow covers them, but after the cold, they will stand proudly on the branches.

In this cold winter, it still has not lowered its proud head.

Sometimes, people can't even match plum blossoms.

Huang Taiji is like this now.

In the study room in Shengjing City, Huang Taiji was wiping a gleaming waist knife.

Compared with the heroic posture before the expedition, at this moment, he is like a bitter woman.

The knife in his hand was a gift from Nurhachi back then. It was sharp and gleaming, and was valued. It has been well maintained by him for so many years.

His face was full of murderous intent, and his mood was as cold as the ice and snow outside the study.

The candle on the table illuminated half of his face, which was reflected on the waist knife.

Eyes half-closed, murderous awe-inspiring.

He walked out of the study with the knife in hand and stood in the heavy snow.

The blade gleamed, and the falling snow was intertwined with a blade of light and snow.

There was a lot of resentment accumulated in his chest, and he wanted to vent it out.

The knife in his hand became faster and faster, and his body became more agile.

It was hard to imagine that that obese body was so flexible at this time.

"Crack!"

The knife stopped and struck a dead tree in the corner.

The dead wood snapped at the sound, and the blade shone brightly.

Looking at the dead wood in front of him, Huang Taiji shouted angrily: "Sun Jie, I will kill you!"

After finishing speaking, he thrust the waist knife in his hand into the ground fiercely, screaming loudly.

He hated, wished he could tear Sun Jie apart.

Sun Jie lost more than [-] soldiers and horses accumulated over the years.

How many soldiers and horses are there in total?

All of a sudden, 4 people died, and half of Huang Taiji's life was taken.

This time, he lost his wife and lost his army. He originally planned to go to Daming to grab it, but he didn't get anything, and was beaten and half disabled.

Originally thought that Dorgon would go to the south of Daming according to his order, but who knew, he also failed.

When I came back this time, every family in Shengjing City hung white banners, and every family had mourning.

The funeral people blocked the gates of the city.

When he came back, because of lack of clothes and food, he ran to snatch Horqin.

In addition, Wu Keshan was lost, and Horqin immediately hated him.

If the strength is still there, Horqin can only smash his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

But now, Jiannu's strength has been greatly reduced, and Horqin can't control that much, so he fought with Huang Taiji with real swords and guns.

It's a pity that Horqin's strength is not even a little bit worse than Huang Taiji's.

Jiannu has eroded for so many years, even though he lost at the hands of Sun Jie, Horqin is still no match.

Horqin was defeated, and Buhe became more and more angry when he thought about it, so he insisted on leading the tribe to move westward in the cold weather.

Even though many people will die on the way, I still want to stay away from Jiannu.

After winter, there was heavy snowfall in Liaodong, and there was not enough food in the first place. I thought about harvesting grass and grain from Daming, but I didn't get anything, and I lost a lot.

Seeing less and less food, Huang Taiji inevitably panicked.

Food was indispensable, so Huang Taiji sent people to Zhangjiakou to find Shanxi merchants to buy food.

The result made him angry again.

Those who came back said that all the shops of the Shanxi merchants in Zhangjiakou were raided, all their belongings and money were robbed, and there was nothing left of food.

Although it is not known who did it, the soldiers who ransacked the house left a deep impression on the people of Zhangjiakou.

After hearing the spies' description, Huang Taiji immediately dropped his teacup.

That's not Sun Jie's person, who else could it be?

Thinking of this, Huang Taiji became very angry.

He had been tricked as a fool before, and then he failed miserably in his hands.

He wanted to hide in Liaodong, but he didn't expect that his last way would be wiped out.

Forcibly forcing him to a corner, he didn't give him a way out.

That sense of humiliation made Huang Taiji extremely resentful.

However, there was nothing he could do.

I can only hold this bad breath in my heart.

Chongzhen had tasted this kind of taste back then, but now he can't bear it if it's just a position exchange.

Today, the food in Shengjing City is far from enough. In this cold weather, there is still no solution, and I am afraid that there will be big problems.

"What should I do? What should I do?!"

Huang Taiji kept chanting, his face turned pale.

Where is the New Year's weather?

The palace is as cold as an ice cellar!
"Let Fan Wencheng enter the palace!"

Huang Taiji looked at a guard next to him.

This guard is a new face, he was transferred to the palace not long ago.

Those old soldiers who followed Huang Taiji had already suffered heavy losses from Sun Jie's bombing.

Fan Wencheng came to the imperial study room soon.

Kneeling on the ground respectfully, like a slave.

Fan Wencheng was good at escaping for his life, he followed Huang Taiji stubbornly, did not relax at all, and survived in the end.

Huang Taiji sat on it, looked at Fan Wencheng who was kneeling in front of him, and asked, "Now, is there anyone in the city saying anything?!"

Asked a nonsense.

Since his return, all kinds of rumors have been rampant.

Especially those people dominated by Dorgon, their hostility towards Huang Taiji has reached a terrifying stage.

If Dorgon had not lost a lot of people in Sun Jie's hands, no one knows how things will develop.

"Master, the rumors in the city are rampant. These days, under Master's iron fist, they have subsided a lot!"

Fan Wencheng said.

A sentence that seems to be an understatement, behind it is one life after another.

Huang Taiji is merciless in killing people, and it is very difficult for anyone who threatens his status to survive from his hands.

If it wasn't for his great loss of strength this time, I'm afraid the city of Shengjing would be covered with blood.

Killing can solve part of the problem, but not the root problem.

The most urgent task now is food. If there is no food supply, even if it lasts until the beginning of spring, I am afraid that it will lose a lot.

"I ask you, is there any way to solve the food problem now?

Now, there is not much food in the city, and if there is no way out, things will get worse! "

Huang Taiji's face was full of worry.

Fan Wencheng's eyes rolled around, and he really came up with a solution that was not a solution.

"Master, you could have forced Horqin and other tribes to pay food, but after that incident, Horqin moved westward, and we seem to be at odds with each other.

Fortunately, some food was snatched from them before, otherwise, the situation would be even worse.

Since they can't get food from Daming, and they can't get food from Horqin, it's better to get food from North Korea. "

Fan Wencheng said.

"North Korea?!"

Huang Taiji frowned, and looked at Fan Wencheng suspiciously.

In his eyes, North Korea is a small country.

In the ninth year of Chongzhen, Huang Taiji ordered Daishan, Dorgon, Duoduo, Yuetuo, Haoge and others to attack North Korea and force North Korea to submit to him.

In Korean history, this war was called "Bingzi Huan".

Huang Taiji looked down on North Korea from the bottom of his heart, thinking it was a poor place.

It has been a long time since I paid attention to this place, and now I heard Fan Wencheng mention it, and I hesitated for a while.

"My lord, since the first year of Chongde, North Korea has surrendered to the Qing Dynasty. It has been more than two years now, and I should have accumulated something.

It is normal for the suzerain state to ask a vassal state to provide some food support! "

Fan Wencheng said.

Huang Taiji didn't know if this method was good or not, but it was the only way to do it now.

I really can't find a second way.

"That's the only way to go!" Huang Taiji looked lonely.

In addition to being sad, he also hated Sun Jie.

The new year came just like that. On the first day of the new year, when it was still daylight, outside Sun Jie's house was full of Qin merchants, gentry and others who came to visit.

All kinds of gifts were placed outside the door, piled up in piles.

Chinese people are very knowledgeable about gift giving.

It is not an exaggeration to say that gifts are reciprocal, especially the Chinese New Year, which naturally has gift-giving attributes.

Although they are all from Shaanxi, the gift givers are divided into different groups.

Qin and Shang's people are part of it, ordinary people are part of it, and the rest are part of it.

In twos and threes, they talked about what they saw and heard last night, and about the fireworks last night.

Amidst the noise, Chen Hu opened the door.

"Everyone, please be silent!"

Chen Hu said in a kind tone.

The noisy voice instantly became much quieter.

(End of this chapter)