Chongzhen Daming: Starting from Coal Mountain

Chapter 48
Chongzhen's predictions were accurate.

There is no need to send troops at all, just send an imperial envoy all the way, and wipe out the little Hongguang court that has not had time to be established.

Emulate Tang Suzong Lingwu to ascend the throne, and then respect Chongzhen as the Supreme Emperor?If it doesn't exist, Zhu Yousong can't be Li Heng, because he doesn't have Li Heng's team in the court.

Li Heng has been the prince for eighteen years.

What does Zhu Yousong have?Nothing, he is just a vassal, and he is also the vassal of Daming.

So in history, Zhu Yousong was just a puppet from the beginning to the end. The Donglin Party did not take him seriously, and Ma Shiying and the four towns in Jiangbei did not take him seriously. It was the eunuchs like Han Zanzhou and Lu Jiude. He never took him seriously, but just used him as a tool to make money. As long as Zhu Yousong has a little bit of power, the small Nanming court will not fight like a bird.

For the emperor, the best situation is for the ministers below to fight without being broken, but the party struggle in Nanming has completely lost the bottom line. Both the Donglin Party and the Eunuch Party are fighting each other to death, and they would rather destroy the country than fight each other.

So as soon as Meng Zhaoxiang arrived, as soon as the news of Chongzhen's southern tour of Yangzhou spread,

Zhu Yousong's emperor's dream immediately shattered like a bubble, without any waves turning up.

Zhu Yousong is not only unable to do it because of the emperor, it is also unknown whether he can save his life. His cousin Emperor Chongzhen is notoriously mean, ungrateful and suspicious by nature, can he still be allowed to live?
So along the way, Zhu Yousong spent time worrying about gains and losses.

When crossing the Yangtze River, Zhu Yousong even wanted to commit suicide by throwing himself into the river.

But when it came time to throw himself into the river, Zhu Yousong didn't have the courage.

Suicide is easy to say, but it takes courage to actually do it.

Zhu Yousong and his party traveled day and night, and when they arrived at the camp outside Yangzhou, it was already noon on the sixth day of the second day, but they were told that Chongzhen was still asleep.

So I can only wait outside.

Shi Kefa and the others could only wait.

Huang Jiarui, the governor of Nanzhi, is also waiting.

……

Chongzhen really had enough sleep this time.

I have been sleeping since yesterday morning, and I have slept for a full fourteen hours.

In the past month or so before this, Chongzhen hardly had a good night's sleep. Even when he fell asleep, he kept one ear open. Once there was a disturbance outside, he would wake up immediately.

But this time I finally got enough sleep and finally made up for it.

After noon, Chongzhen finally opened his eyes in a daze.

After yawning, Chongzhen asked, "Wang Daban, what time is it?"

"Long Live Lord, it's already Weichu." It was Gao Qiqian's voice.

"Gao Banban?" Chongzhen sat up from the couch, frowning and asked, "Where's Wang Chengen?"

"The prince is busy counting the money of the high thief." Gao Qiqian lightly clapped his hands after finishing speaking.

After the sound of clapping, two slender women in thin clothes came out from behind Wei Wei.

From Chongzhen's point of view, these two women are fair in appearance, but their bodies are too thin, yes!

The two women were still holding musical instruments, one was holding a pipe flute, the other was holding a pipa, and after saluting to Chongzhen, they were going to play, play and sing.

"Wait!" Chongzhen stretched out his hand to stop it.

When he looked at Gao Qiqian again, his eyes had already cooled down.

Is this the fucking time to find a woman to play and sing every night?
"Gao Banban, where did these two girls come from? What do you want to do?"

Gao Qiqian said flatteringly: "Long Live Lord, this old slave feels that your journey has been really hard, so I asked Yangzhou to find two women to sing for you to relieve your boredom."

"Yangzhou?" Chongzhen's eyes became colder, "Yangzhou skinny horse?"

"Long live Lord Mingjian." Gao Qiqian smiled, "Yangzhou's thin horse is famous all over the world."

"I think you want me to be scolded by the world!" Chongzhen shouted sharply, "Come here!"

The curtain was lifted, Wu Ba Tan and Meng Ke Rabbit, who were fully dressed and used to carry, walked straight in, clasped their hands and said: "The end is here!"

Chongzhen stretched out his hand and pointed at Gao Qiqian, and shouted: "Drag this bastard out and whip him twenty times in public!"

"Long live God!" Gao Qiqian was so shocked that he lost his soul, no, what did you say, didn't I just present two beauties to please you, it's fine if you don't fail, why did you get whipped instead? twenty?
Twenty lashes?After these twenty lashes are beaten, I'm afraid that half my life will be left.

The two Yangzhou skinny horses also turned pale with fright, and knelt down on the ground trembling.

"Drag out." Chongzhen waved his hand again, Wu dragged Tan up and down and walked out.

Gao Qiqian's loud wailing soon sounded outside Xingyuan, but Chongzhen's eyes fell on the two skinny horses.

Yangzhou Shouma is said to be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, playing, playing and singing. Giant merchants and high-ranking officials and nobles flock to it, competing to marry Shouma as a concubine, and taking pride in it.

Chongzhen's body quickly responded.

After all, his body is only thirty-three years old.

Thirty years old is the year when the physiological needs are the most vigorous.

But Chongzhen knew better what the current Ming Dynasty was like.

There are many beauties in the world, and there are many more beautiful than these two.

And when can't I find a woman?Do you have to pick this time?
In fact, Chongzhen had an emperor's hegemony in his heart, and the Northern Expedition to restore the capital was just a small goal for a period of time.

His ultimate goal is to conquer Liaodong, then Mongolia, then the Western Regions and Uzang, and then Central Asia, West Asia and Southeast Asia, until finally restoring the territory of the Yuan Dynasty.

After all, Ming was inherited from Yuan.

While restoring the territory, there must be more concubines.

One concubine of the Jurchen tribe, one concubine of the Mongolian tribe, and one concubine of the Uzbek...

Not only does he accept concubines himself, but his sons and grandchildren also accept more concubines.

When Chongzhen was thinking about how to deal with the two women, Wang Chengen hurried in.

"Wang Da is with you?" Chongzhen said angrily, "Gao Qiqian is messing around, why don't you stop it? If this matter gets out, won't I become a fool like King Zhou?"

Wang Cheng'en said: "Long live Lord taught you the right thing, this is the fault of this old slave."

In fact, Wang Chengen didn't need to admit his mistake at all, because he didn't know it at all.

"Why don't you justify?" Chongzhen said, "This matter has nothing to do with you."

Wang Cheng'en said: "It is the biggest dereliction of duty of this old slave to make the Holy Majesty troubled."

"You can really talk." Chongzhen snorted and said again, "Who gave these two girls?"

Wang Chengen said: "Nanzhi governor Huang Jiarui."

Chongzhen asked again: "Has Huang Jiarui come?"

Wang Chengen said: "Just listen to the announcement outside Xingyuan."

Chongzhen thought for a while and said, "You let him in."

Wang Chengen said yes, and went out to bring Huang Jiarui in.

Although Huang Jiarui was contemptuous in his heart, he still paid respects: "Chen Nanzhi Governor Huang Jiarui, I kowtow..."

"Okay, this is a military camp, so there's no need to be formal." Chongzhen interrupted Huang Jiarui impatiently, and pointed at the two women who were huddled in the corner of the tent, "What's the matter with these two women? Who told you to send them here?" ?”

Huang Jiarui probably guessed what was going on, and replied, "Eunuch Gao ordered me to go down."

"Gao Qiqian asked you to find a woman, so you just look for it?" Chongzhen scolded with a black face, "You are the governor of Nanzhi in the Ming Dynasty, not his Gao Qiqian's family slave, understand?"

Huang Jiarui's face flushed instantly.

I really want to say, isn't it because of you, the Holy One?

Otherwise, I will jump up and dive into that dog?

"Snack in the future." Chongzhen snorted coldly, "Unless I make an order directly, don't let the wind turn into rain, and be instructed by a few eunuchs to turn around."

"I would like to abide by the hadith." Huang Jiarui's face turned dark.

"Now let's get down to business." Chongzhen waved his hand and said again, "I ask you, how much food can Yangzhou raise in ten days?"

Huang Jiarui settled down, and after thinking about it, he replied: "There are more than [-] people in Yangzhou city, and there are more than [-] rice shops and miscellaneous grain shops in the east and west cities. In addition, there are more than one million stones of grain that have not yet been transported to the north, which are still stored in the warehouse in Yangzhou."

"Only two million stones?"

Chongzhen frowned suddenly.

This food is far from enough.

The Huanghuai line of defense in Chongzhen's conception stretched for more than [-] miles from Kaifeng Mansion to Huai'an Mansion, and at the very least, there would be [-] general soldiers, with an average of [-] miles of river defense for each general soldier!

In addition to the garrison troops, there must also be mobile troops.

Field mobile units also need at least ten general soldiers.

That adds up to forty general soldiers, and based on the calculation of [-] people per town, that's [-] troops!

In order for a soldier to maintain sufficient physical strength, the daily ration should not be less than two catties. For 5200 soldiers, that would be [-] catties a day, or about [-] shi.

A month is about 156000 shi.

Six months is nearly 90 shi.

It was the beginning of May, and in six months it would be November.

At that time, the output of Tuntian can be picked up.

90 shi is not much, is it? Two million stones is more than enough, isn't it?
In fact, it is not true, because to build the Huanghuai defense line, 40 troops alone are not enough, and a large number of civilians and refugees need to be recruited to help build fortifications and strengthen the city defense.

How many people are enough? With a base of 50, 200 million is not too much.

Therefore, 200 million shi of grain is really a drop in the bucket, far from enough.

Huang Jiarui saw Chongzhen's dissatisfaction, and then said: "If food is raised from the prefectures of Su, Song, Chang, etc., more than 500 million shi can be raised within three months. Guangdong, Guangxi and even purchased grain from Nanyang through maritime merchants, but the time may be protracted."

"Sea merchants?" Chongzhen suddenly thought of a navy and three kinds of food.

This navy and these three kinds of food are crucial to the envisioned Huanghuai line of defense.

Then he turned his head and said to Wang Cheng'en: "Wang Daban, please remember that after the officials from the Ministry of Rites in Nanjing come in, let them immediately draft the decree and prepare the canonized documents and iron certificates, and confer the title of Fujian Haiphong guerrilla Zheng Zhilong as Marquis of Nan'an, Chief of the Water Division Soldiers, and let him lead his navy to go north to Huanghuai King Qin, oh, yes, let him bring more sweet potatoes, yams, and corn."

(End of this chapter)