When we arrived at the quilt factory, the scale was relatively shabby, with hundreds of machines running, and the women even had time to talk.
No wonder they are.
After the rapid development of Zhongxing Machinery, textile factories sprung up near Gyeonggi Province like mushrooms after a spring rain, and the textile factories in military camps could not be compared.
Fortunately, the emperor trusted the Shaanxi merchants and handed over most of the army's spring and autumn clothes, shoes and socks, military tents and other textile products to them.
In this way, the imperial court liberated productivity, eliminating the need to maintain a huge textile factory, saving a lot of manpower and material resources, and completing the change of clothes in a short time.
The businessmen made huge profits, and there was a steady stream of big orders for military uniforms.
In the military textile field, military robes are simply decorated with military rank patterns, such as half moon, full moon, sun, etc. It can be described as relaxed and comfortable.
"Your Majesty, we have the most textile factories now. There is no shortage of clothes or military tents. They can be gathered in a short time."
"I see!"
Looking at the mountain of supplies in front of him, Zhu Yixi picked up a cloth boot and took a closer look. He immediately found an extra piece of cashmere.
If it's winter, it must be extremely warm.
I especially remember that when I was in Shaanxi, the army was rudimentary. Ordinary soldiers only had cloth shoes, and only the elite firearms battalions could wear cloth boots.
Even in certain periods, during the twelfth lunar month of winter, soldiers could only wear straw sandals, and the sight of frostbite would make people dizzy.
A good man is not a soldier, a good man is not a soldier, and a good man is not a man to hammer nails into, that is all.
He was born and died, without enough food and clothing to keep him warm, and he couldn't even feed his family.
"Your Majesty treats the soldiers very well." Yan Guochao on the side praised: "Whether it is food or clothing, it always makes people feel comfortable."
"It just costs too much."
Wang Yingxiong also knew the emperor's thoughts. As the Minister of Household Affairs, he also followed closely at this time. Looking at the supplies in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh:
"Raising a hundred thousand troops is more important than raising a hundred thousand officials!"
"The military is the pillar of the country, how can we slack off?"
Zhu Yixi knew that he was worried about money, so she didn't care and said casually:
"The Ministry of Accounts will allocate five million silver dollars."
"Your Majesty? Do you want to start a war?"
"That's right."
Zhu Yixi said calmly: "Reserve military rations and military supplies. After five years of military training, we will inevitably regain Liaodong and wash away the shame of Saarhu."
Regardless of whether Dorgon died or not, the Manchu issue must be resolved.
The question of the human heart is very difficult to solve.
Over the years, whether it is political reform or military rectification, everything has been carried out in an orderly manner, and the people have also adapted to the new taxes and recuperated.
The officials are very satisfied with the current peaceful scene and seem to have gradually forgotten about the war, or have become slack.
Liaodong is also barren, so it would be better to simply give it to the Qing Dynasty and have peace and stability.
The emperor was well aware of this, but the military's desire to win remained unabated, and the granting of lands and titles was highly anticipated, and they still maintained a strong sense of utilitarianism.
Eliminating the Manchus would establish the Ming Dynasty's reputation as the dominant force in East Asia.
"The Hubu should be able to squeeze out." Wang Yingxiong said through gritted teeth.
"It must be taken out."
The emperor said solemnly: "Liaodong Province has been established for a long time, and it is time to turn it into reality."
The cabinet then made intensive preparations for military affairs, closely following the emperor's footsteps.
After a heavy snowfall, winter has really come.
The mountains and plains are covered in white, and the sun in the sky seems to be dyed white. It is weak and does not make people feel comfortable.
Next to the official road, an inn was bustling with activity and brightly lit.
"Da da da--"
The sound of horse hooves disturbed the servant in the inn. He quickly wiped the sweat from his face and walked out of the door.
I saw several horses coming on the snow. Their cloaks were covered with heavy snow and they couldn't see clearly. They had already traveled a long distance.
"The stables are over here—"
The servant laughed along with him and led the horse to the stable. Seeing that it looked like a military horse, he immediately showed a hint of flattery.
"Are you guys here please?"
When she opened the door curtain, a burst of hot air hit her face, which made her whole body feel comfortable. Zhu Jing couldn't help but shudder and patted the snow that turned into water.
"Why are you accepting guests? Isn't it an inn?"
Zhu Jing handed over her fire ticket, and Yi Cheng immediately came up to her and said with a smile:
"General Rong, the imperial court has regulations. The post station is divided into two. The front yard is like an inn, which accommodates merchants and travellers, and the backyard accommodates officials. Food is also served in the hall, and can also be delivered to the room."
Zhu Jing nodded and looked at the very different inn.
This inn is huge in scale and seems to be a Sanjin courtyard. There are dozens of chairs in the hall and it is very lively.
There are all the sounds of Shaanxi, Jin, and even Jiangnan dialects. Wine and meat are all over the table, and it's all in full swing.
This place is only thirty miles away from the capital, so it doesn't hurt to take a day's rest.
After finding a seat and sitting down, Zhu Jing and others listened to various rumors, which was quite leisurely.
Soon, six dishes and one soup were presented, including meat and vegetables, as well as a cup of just-warm wine. Although the taste was a bit rough, it was still excellent.
Zhu Jing and the other four stopped talking and started eating.
After a full meal, Zhu Jing asked the price and paid directly.
In view of the previous corruption of the inn, Chongzhen had to abolish it. The imperial court ordered that everyone must pay to use the inn, but officials only paid half the price.
For officials who are on business trips, their salaries are doubled to avoid reimbursement and loss of dignity.
In this way, the burden on the post station was reduced, and the officials also benefited, and even made a huge surplus.
The only ones who can really get free food and accommodation are express messengers, but they only cost a few dollars.
After a night's rest, several people rushed to the capital.
Zhu Jing, however, did not dare to go directly to the government. Instead, she went to the Ministry of War to pay the train ticket and report her itinerary.
Then he hurriedly and slowly headed to Yuquan Villa.
During the entire four years of Shaowu, the emperor stayed there most of the time, and Yuquan Mountain became the new political center.
"Zi Heng, come here quickly and let me take a look."
Twenty-year-old Zhu Jing, after a year of hardships, has washed away her immaturity and appears mature and steady.
Queen Sun Xueniang cared for him as always. She looked around and then smiled: "This cloak was specially made for you. Today is a good day."
Zhu Jing was not polite and put it on by herself, looking much more handsome.
"good!"
The emperor praised him and looked at his mature face: "This time I went to the border, I felt much more stable."
"Thanks to Lu Shangshu for protecting me."
Zhu Jing was filled with emotion for a while.
This border trip lasted for a year, from Liaodong to Gansu, and half of the time was spent walking on the road.
Bandits, rebellious soldiers, rebellious officers, and those gentry who push their limits, all these can only be suppressed by Lu Daqi.
But the result is good.
The border troops were reorganized into pieces, and the remaining ones were being carried out one after another with the cooperation of civil and military officials from Gansu, Shaanxi and other places.
"There are only about 70,000 soldiers to be re-registered, and the rest are unqualified."
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