Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 332

But all cults, regardless of later generations or modern ones, give a stick first, saying that the end of the world is coming, and then draw a big cake, believe me!Believe in me and you will escape perdition!Song Qingshu's method tonight is very evil, although he is telling the truth.

At least Ma Shiying and Ruan Dacheng have been suppressed for now, and he still hates this endlessly. Song Qingshu tapped the table again and continued to touch the upper lip to the sky and the lower lip to the ground. The chopsticks tapped the bowl and continued talking.

"This year the imperial court will be better. Chuang Wang Gao Yingxiang died, and he led his own army. Except for the troubles caused by the re-entry of Donglu, it will be better next year. Wen Tiren will step down, but your old Zhou Ge will not be able to get up. The emperor has already hated it. If there is no party struggle, people with party members will not be used in a short time. Next year, Mr. Yang He's son, Mr. Yang Wenqiang, will come to power, and he will propose the plan to destroy Ming Dynasty. In the past few years, Ming Dynasty has perished Looking back at the past, all the rebels had to be beaten up, and I had to be a man with my tail between my legs, but you officials refused to give up your money, and the suppression of salaries and training salaries took the last sliver of vitality from the people, and people's hearts began to grow. Distracted."

"The year after Luoyang fell, the governor Lu Xiangsheng died in battle, the Qing army attacked Guan Ningjin in an all-round way in the year after, Hong Chengchou went out with the last belongings of the frontier army, and he couldn't come back, the decisive battle in Zhuxian Town the year after, the court The last card wiped out the entire army, and Zuo Liangyu fled for three thousand miles. By the way, the emperor’s ancestral grave will have to be digged again next year, but don’t worry, this time it’s not your Fengyang, but Zhong Xiang’s King Xingxian. ..."

"That's enough, you're scaremongering, stop talking nonsense!" Ma Shiying raged again, looking at his blood red eyes, Song Qingshu shrugged indifferently: "Believe it or not."

"Then the commander-in-chief intends to fight against the imperial court in Anqing?"

Ma Shiying is a straight person, his mind is full of the disasters that Song Qingshu said, but Ruan Dacheng is much more treacherous, he just believes in three or four points, as for what Song Qingshu said later, in his opinion, it is purely nonsense, so he is He was the first to turn back to God, and asked aggressively again.

Song Qingshu shrugged his shoulders as if he was in a position of indebtedness: "Zhao'an is impossible. In Shaanxi, the beggar army suffered a great loss from Zhao'an. Even if I agree, my subordinates will not agree."

"Marshal, you are different from those mud legs. You have no ambitions, you just want to get rich in business, why..."

"Hu Zongxian's killing of Wang Zhi is also vivid!"

Ruan Dacheng still wanted to persuade him, but Song Qingshu's words made him speechless, and he had no way to refute the court's own words.

"Besides, who said that Song has no ambitions, and the king died in the country. Besides, with his suspicious and selfish character, it is difficult for him to send the crown prince to Nanjing. If the capital falls, who do you think is the most qualified to inherit the throne?"

Ruan Dacheng suddenly felt that his throat was a little dry. If all the descendants of Emperor Taichang died, based on blood relationship, the one who would inherit the throne would naturally be the King Fu who was almost as good as the emperor. According to Song Qingshu's plan, he would be From the hero of the dragon.

After all, if he is a traitor, the first thing he thinks of is himself. In the Chongzhen Dynasty, he is a remnant of the eunuch party, but if King Fu ascends the throne, wouldn't he still have a chance to return to officialdom?Thinking of this, Ruan Dacheng couldn't help becoming excited again, and subconsciously rubbed his hands.

"Those are too far away, let's not talk about them for the time being. Ma is open and honest. If you want to live in the army, Ma will ask you for the post of Huainan commander!"

Ruan Dacheng was confused, but Ma Shiying came back to his senses, and said with a straight face, Ruan Dacheng's forehead was depressed, and he tried to persuade Song Qingshu to Zhao'an, but it took a long time Circle, but he was circled in.

"The begging army doesn't want to fight, at least not now. Now that Zhao'an is used as cannon fodder, it's either going to Liaodong against the Tartars, or it's meaningless to consume with the peasant army. But Governor Ma, don't worry, I, Song, don't Silly, if the imperial mausoleum is smashed again, it will be no less than becoming a thorn in the eyes of the world, the target of public criticism, the begging army will not cross the buried hill, and I will give you three promises, I will give you 20 taels of silver to help you build the imperial mausoleum, Feng If something happens in Yang, the begging army will give full support, we are considered friends, Song will not watch his friends die, and Luoyang will fall in five years, welcome King Fu, the begging army will definitely come to you to command peace!"

Song Qingshu still firmly insisted that Luoyang would definitely fall, seeing his confident appearance really made Ruan and Ma murmur again, could it be true?
"Why does Ma believe what you say?"

"You have to believe it, come out!"

Song Qingshu really had a villainous smile, he clapped his hands lightly, and immediately the begging army gold medal tainted witness was pushed out from behind again.

"Eunuch Yan, Governor Lufeng today, and Duke Ruan of Nanjing and a certain person are talking about welcoming King Lifu, can you hear clearly? Go down!"

A face-to-face meeting without even giving a chance to say anything, Yan Siyin was pushed down again sadly, looking at the dead eunuch, Ruan Dacheng's face turned green, he stood up angrily, and pointed at Song Qingshu with trembling fingers, you're dead He didn't say anything for a long time, and finally he sat down dejectedly.

"Okay, Marshal Song, I was dragged into the water by you!"

Yan Siyin is not an ordinary eunuch. Those who can come out to guard one side are trusted by the emperor and have connections in the capital. If Song Qingshu puts him back, everyone will have to finish playing. Just like nuclear weapons, whoever is said to be bombed will be killed. .

Even if you go back now, Ma Shiying will report on it, but if the feudal lord is involved, even if you win the case, you will be burned. Besides, what are you, a governor of Lufeng, doing in the bandit camp in the middle of the night?As for Ruan Dacheng, he had joined the eunuchs before, but he knew that those dead eunuchs were not successful enough. After they failed, they were called the second child. No one dared to call the boss. Looking at Song Qingshu sadly, he had no choice but to accept his fate. What an accidental fall into the trap up.

Hearing Ruan Dacheng's sad words, Song Qingshu shrugged his shoulders as a matter of course: "There is no way, who made you become an official with too deep a routine."

Here is the one who killed Ma Shiying, who was the least involved. He didn't know Yan Siyin. Although he suffered a loss, he didn't touch the bone marrow. After a moment of depression, Ma Shiying, like a curious baby, suddenly sat forward again.

"Mr. Song, you asked us just now that the Ming Dynasty is suffering from frequent famines. Do you know why?"

With these words, Ruan Dacheng's curiosity was immediately aroused, and he couldn't help bringing his beard closer.

It is estimated that it will never be possible to expect the two of them to be loyal to him, but whether he can catch their hearts tonight and let them follow him temporarily depends entirely on this rhetoric, and Song Qingshu has raised his spirits by 12.

"The way of heaven is perpetual, one rises and one falls, there are highs and lows naturally, Tang Ruowang, the two Westerners who helped the imperial court to forge the Hongyi cannon a few years ago, should know that I am a teacher from him. According to Western records, the climate of the world has not passed hundreds of years. It will suddenly become colder, and immediately there will be years of severe drought, and a large-scale reduction in food production. This phenomenon is called the Little Ice Age. The Western Qin Empire recorded in our history books, that is, Rome, perished under the impact of the Little Ice Age."

"According to Master Tang's research, we in China have also experienced the Little Ice Age, four times, the end of the Shang Dynasty, the Three Kingdoms, the end of the Tang Dynasty, and now our Ming Dynasty. This is one of the reasons why Song is sure that the Ming Dynasty will not survive the Ming Dynasty. You can go back and look up the historical materials to see if what someone said at the time is right or not."

Foreign monks know how to recite scriptures. If Song Qingshu was talking about a picture, they probably wouldn’t believe it. But when he pushed it to Tang Ruowang, a foreign monk who could make red barbarian cannons really convinced them. Ruan Dacheng read it well. History books, you can recall it without looking at it. After a moment of stunned, he asked again in surprise.

"The depression in the south of the Yangtze River is also because of this little ice age?"

"That's not true. Ruan Weng should have heard of the fire at the city gate and the fish in the pond. Our Ming Dynasty did not produce silver. Throughout the dynasties, copper coins were used as currency in circulation. Why did they become silver in our Daming? No one, come from the sea." of!"

"The land we live in is spherical, as Master Tang said. On the other side of the land thousands of miles away, those Westerners discovered a new continent rich in gold and silver. Every year, feudal ships bring the gold and silver from the new continent to Sanbao. The eunuch had been to Nanyang, where he traded silk and porcelain with Ming merchants, but just over twenty years ago, England, another country in Xifan, was jealous of this maritime trade, and fought with Frangji, destroying Frangji's main fleet , triggered the economic crisis in the West, and since then the number of silver ships in the New World has decreased, and exports cannot continue, and the silk weaving industry in the south of the Yangtze River has naturally declined."

"Of course, today's bureaucracy is dim, taxes are unreasonable, and there are too many unspoken rules among officials. Of course, this is also an important aspect. With so many disasters rushed together, the world is naturally difficult!"

Song Qingshu's two-page explanation is simple, but after careful reading, it is very reasonable, especially Ruan Dacheng, he was so anxious that twenty years ago, when he had nothing to do, he heard the elders in his family whispering that there were fewer people in the vassal. The source of such a headache in life is actually thousands of miles away, and I can't bear to waste my thoughts on it.

"Then Commander, is the current situation hopeless?"

"This one……"

Seeing two pairs of red eyes staring at him, Song Qingshu couldn't help being dumbfounded by the question.

(End of this chapter)