He Shen frowned and thought for a while, and decided to stay in the duty room of the Military Aircraft Department and wait for his fifteenth elder brother Yong Yan to come back, and then report to Qianlong after he came up with a countermeasure. It was impossible to hide this matter, but He Shen was a little worried about what Qianlong's reaction would be.
He casually picked up a memorial on the table and thought about killing time. When he saw the cover, it was from Min Eyuan, the governor of Jiangsu. In addition to talking about the renovation of the canal, it also mentioned the Sheyang Lake area in Funing. Recently, someone has been recruiting refugees from Henan and Shandong to reclaim coastal wasteland. According to the investigation, the number of refugees gathered in the area has exceeded 10,000. Among them, there seems to be the White Lotus Sect. If you are seen with Wuweijiao people, we have sent people to investigate...
At this time, Yong Yan was talking to Qianlong in the west hall of Yanbo Zhishuang Building. It rained heavily yesterday, and because of the cold weather, the entire fire wall of Yanbo Zhishuang Building was lit with fire. Charcoal fires passed through the flues in the ground and walls, and the entire palace was warm.
"Yesterday Ji Huang's memorial said that every time there is a drought, the tenants in the south of the Yangtze River must pour water to irrigate their fields. In this way, the landowners will have to calculate less rent when calculating wages. The tenants are certainly happy. But the local officials We must set restrictions at our own discretion. When it comes to transporting and irrigating the fields, everyone should have their share and not be biased. I deeply agree."
Yong Yan said: "I will bear in mind what Emperor Ama said. At present, there is a severe drought in Henan. We cannot just focus on disaster relief. The canal dredging project is also a top priority. Now that the middle section of the canal has been completed, the cat's nest should be built. The sluice seat. It's good now. There is no sluice in Shandong to release water, and nothing is released. Now the Yellow River water pours into the canal, and the sediment is blocked. If I hadn't sent someone to check, I would have been kept in the dark. Sa Zai and Li Fenghan saw that they could not get through the confusion, so they came up with a detailed explanation. Such high-ranking officials in the border areas are ignorant and have no independent opinions. It is hard to blame them. "
Qianlong said noncommittally: "How do you plan to deal with it?"
Yong Yan replied: "My intention is to turn it over to the Ministry for discussion. Following the previous example of demotion of internal and external ministers, they will all be demoted to the top belt of the third rank to show punishment and see the consequences."
Qianlong took a sip of tea, paused and continued: "Since I came to the throne, I have been diligent in asking for anything related to the national economy and the people's livelihood, every day for fifty years. It is enough for Sazai and the others to report it in time. I just have an insight into the opportunity and respond in time. In this way, people's livelihood and government affairs will be beneficial. Why should we be too proud and conceal it without retribution? Alas, "Tongjian" said, 'If you are not stupid or deaf, you will not be a writer.' Just draft the decree as you just said Bar."
When Yong Yan heard this, he quickly stood up and said, "Yes! I obey your order!"
When Yong Yan knelt down and came out, he saw that it was still early, so he went all the way south to the nine curved rooms southwest of Songhe Zhai and west of the bell tower. This is the duty room of the military aircraft station in the summer resort. When he entered the room, he saw He Shen sitting in the room.
Yong Yan took off his cloak and said with a smile: "Why are you still here? The emperor asked you just now. Come over quickly."
He Shen and other Sula eunuchs all retreated, and then they said in a low voice with a solemn expression: "Fifteenth Master, I have just received the Jilin brochure from the General Affairs Department. After reading it, I feel that it is of great importance. After you have read it, Get an idea."
"Oh? Is there any result on the battle in the north? The Northeast Road post road leads to Ninggu Pagoda. It's really a problem." Yong Yan sat down leisurely, took the book and opened it to read.
"This! This..." Yong Yan looked at the first few lines, his face turned livid, and he twisted the jade pendant tied around his waist with the fingers of his right hand a few times before he regained his composure.
After a while, the memorial was folded, Yong Yan's face was gloomy, and his face was red enough to bleed. He gritted his fine teeth and said angrily: "After eight months of preparation, he mobilized troops from all over the world, saying that he would try his best to satisfy everything he wanted! As a result, millions of taels of silver were thrown in like water, and more than 20,000 people... A three-pronged suppression campaign has resulted in this! Agui and Fukangan cannot escape the blame!"
He Shen said: "Fifteenth Master, Duke Guang Ting made it clear in his confession. The power of the bandits' firearms is really terrifying, and it may not be a crime of war. At present, the whereabouts of Fuyao Forest are unknown, and the bandits have captured Hunchun again. Ninggu Pagoda is probably ...How to decide next, please ask Master Fifteen to get a charter."
Yong Yan's eyes were dark and he didn't say a word. He doesn't like Fukang'an, not even since he was a child.
It is said that because of Empress Fucha's relationship, Fukangan was raised in the palace by Qianlong during his childhood. Regardless of the standards of study, food, clothing, housing and transportation, they are not inferior to those of the princes, or even worse. When I was a child, when I played with the princes and elder brothers in the palace, I would not give in to anyone at all. Yong Yan is six years younger than Fukang'an, and has been squeezed by him since childhood. Among Fu Heng's children, he is the only one who has a good relationship with Fu Chang'an, who is the same age.
For all the princes and elder brothers, how can anyone not be jealous of the fact that Fukang'an, at such a young age and with so much merit, has been so favored by the Emperor? There were even private rumors that Fukangan was Qianlong's illegitimate son. Moreover, Yong Yan is an introverted person with a simple life. From the bottom of his heart, he despises brothers Fukangan and Fulongan for being arrogant, arrogant, extravagant and extravagant.
Although Fukang'an's defeat was not a good thing for the court, it still made Yong Yan feel bad in his heart. He looked at He Shen and asked, "What do you think?"
He Shen sighed and said: "I think that the land of our ancestors cannot be lost at all. This battle must be fought no matter what. It seems that it will be a battle of the size of Jinchuan!"
Yong Yan frowned, feeling a little scared. The battles between Jinchuan and Jinchuan lasted for nearly thirty years. The court spent more than 70 million taels of silver on this, and there were more than 10,000 casualties. The price was too high!
At present, Zhili, Henan, Shandong, Hubei, and even Jiangsu and Zhejiang are all experiencing severe droughts. The Ministry of Household Affairs has allocated millions of taels of silver and grain supplies from various places, but the disaster has not been alleviated. Yong Yan even heard from his subordinates that some places in Henan and Shandong that were seriously affected had already lost their children!
As soon as October arrives outside the customs, it starts to get cold and freezing, and I can’t even stretch out my hands. How can I fight this? The troops will be sent out in the spring of next year. Besides, even if the war continues, outside the customs is no better than inside the customs. Han people have always been strictly prevented from leaving the customs to make a living. At present, there is no shortage of green camp soldiers and horses in various places. There are many in Shaanxi, Gansu and Sichuan, but the problem is that it will be troublesome to send these people out of the customs. Doesn’t this clearly tell the world that the land of Longxing is unstable?
The more Yong Yan thought about it, the more headache he got. He rubbed his temples and said slowly: "First of all, we must ensure that nothing happens to Jilin Ula, and secondly, we must find out what happened. The origin of Zhao Xin is too suspicious! Let's not talk about Sun Shiyi's side. According to rumors, just from the previous excerpts between Agui and Naqitai, this person speaks Beijing Mandarin fluently and can even speak the dialects commonly used by us Manchus. This situation is suspicious!"
He Shen also found it strange that this guy named Zhao Xin seemed to appear out of thin air. Previously, the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Admirals of the Nine Gates sent people to check every house in the capital based on the drawings provided by Na Qitai, but found nothing. Sun Shiyi's statement has no basis at all and cannot be taken seriously. Even if this Zhao Xin is really a descendant of the former Ming Zhao King, why should he? ! The Qing Dynasty has been in the country for more than a hundred years, and the public support of the world has long been different from when it first entered the country.
Thinking of this, He Shen replied: "What the Fifteenth Master said is that Ninggu Pagoda must be defended no matter what now." Guang Tinggong's excerpt said that Ninggu Pagoda's military strength is only over a thousand at the moment, and at least it must start with Sheng Sheng. As part of the transfer from Beijing, the food, grass, baggage, and military pay are also quite different. I want to find a way to free up 500,000 taels and send them over quickly."
Yong Yan just read the report from the Ministry of Revenue a few days ago. In the past few years, the imperial court's annual income has been nearly 50 million taels, of which land tax is 30 million, salt tax and customs duties are more than 10 million, and consumption and donations are more than 3 million each. The other zeros and zeros totaled more than two million. It seems like a lot, but the fixed expenses are more than 30 million taels a year. This is not even a war.
This time Fukang'an sent out troops, tens of thousands of people needed food and grass alone, which was 160,000 catties of food a day, equivalent to 5,000 taels of silver. From April to now, five hundred thousand taels have been spent on food and grass alone; not counting military pay, equipment, artillery, warships, and horses, the court has spent more than five million taels.
This year, due to the use of troops, the Lianghuai salt merchants returned more than 4 million taels. Although there are disasters in various places, tightness in other places is still enough... Yong Yan thought about it, and suddenly his heart moved, and he finally understood why He Shen was so active.
Now there are rumors that Heshen and Fu Changan are as rich as the country. However, due to Qianlong's preference for protection, even after several inspections, they were not touched even a hair. Yong Yan guessed that what He Shen wanted right now was a chaotic situation. Military salary expenditures were transferred from the coastal provinces, and the Ministry of Revenue, Ministry of War, and Ministry of Industry... messed up the accounts and made it impossible to check.
The more Yong Yan thought about it, the more he felt that they were inseparable, but his face remained calm. He said in a deep voice: "First, let Qinggui come to Chengde quickly and listen to his opinion on the troop deployment. On the Emperor's side, we will report to the General Affairs Department after the news from Jilin is clear. Keep an eye on the discounts from Jilin and send them over as soon as there is any news."
"Yes, I understand."
Yong Yan walked to the window and looked to the northeast, feeling worried.
"Ninggu Pagoda must not be thrown away! Otherwise it will be unimaginable..."
On September 17, nearly two thousand people from Beihai Town crossed the old city westward and camped two miles away on the south bank of the Hulha River, across the river from Ningguta City.
At this time, Naqitai, the deputy commander of Ninggu Tower, was patrolling around the city with several soldiers. Agui can slap his ass and run away, but he is the deputy capital here. If he really abandons the city and flees, the court will not let him go. For the sake of his family in Beijing, Na Qitai could only stay here.
There are only more than a thousand armored soldiers in the city. Counting the recruited bannermen and Han people, the total number can be more than 5,000. But Na Qitai knew very well that he couldn't even defeat Fukang'an's more than 20,000 people, let alone his own meager soldiers and generals.
The city wall of Ninggu Pagoda is surrounded by pine trees and filled with earth and rocks in the middle. Na Qitai felt that such a city wall could not withstand the continuous iron cannons of Beihai Town, so he also recruited the goods of a stone merchant and used 300 feet of red sandstone to surround and reinforce the inner city on three sides. As for the outer city, he no longer cared about it.
At the moment, on the pier outside the south gate, countless bannermen and Han people want to escape by boat to escape the war. Just kidding, even Marshal Fu’s tens of thousands of people were killed without leaving any trace behind. How can ordinary people like me stop him? But unfortunately, there was no ship coming at this time. The cannons on the bows of the Yaksa warships parked on the river had taken off their gun jackets and were ready to fire at any time.
The Han people who were exiled here were not very happy. They either evacuated with their banner masters, or they took refuge in the mountains with their few belongings.
Not many Han people believed that Beihai Town could stand here, so the scene of tens of thousands of people coming to vote as Zhao Xin had imagined did not happen at all. Only a few ginseng-picking slaves who really couldn't survive took advantage of the chaos and escaped across the river, seeking food in Beihai Town.
"What's your name?" Guisheng asked curiously as he squatted on the ground. In front of him was a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old. The hair on his forehead was several inches long. He was wearing a torn cotton coat and a pair of trousers on a cold day, and the toes of the cloth shoes on his feet were exposed.
This young man was holding a large bowl of food in his hand, holding a spoon and swallowing hard.
"Um...slave...the younger one's name is Chunlai." This young man named Chunlai had a drake voice, which stunned Guisheng.
"Eat slowly, don't choke. I'll serve you a bowl of porridge." Although Chun Lai smelled bad, Ke Guisheng felt that the two of them were very compatible at the first sight. When he came back with the porridge, Chun Lai was already licking the oil from the rice bowl.
"What did you do to get you sent here?"
Chun Lai took the bowl of porridge and hesitated for a moment, without saying anything, and started drinking it with a grin on his face. After he finished the porridge, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and felt like he was alive again. Then he hesitated and said to Guisheng: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
"Eunuch?!" Zhao Xin was surprised after hearing Guisheng's report. He didn't expect that the first people to come to Beihai Town if they couldn't survive were a few eunuchs.
Guisheng said: "Master, in spring, all of them were sent here. He was the last to come in spring, and he came last autumn. The others have been here for several years."
Zhao Xin thought for a moment and said, "Bring him back and I will ask him personally."
Guisheng responded, and just as he was about to go out, Zhao Xin stopped him again: "Take them to the river to wash up and find some clothes to change into."
More than half an hour later, Zhao Xin endured a smell and started chatting with Chun Lai.
"Where do you live from?"
Chun Lai stared at Zhao Xin in surprise, then bowed and said, "Sir, my family is from Hejian."
Zhao Xin frowned, and Guisheng on the side said hurriedly: "Don't call yourself a slave, we don't have these rules here, the master will be unhappy if you say that."
Zhao Xin continued to ask: "Why were you sent here?"
Chun Lai said: "I made tea for the Emperor, but the water was too hot and burned the Emperor."
"It's your uncle!" Zhao Xin cursed Qianlong in his heart, and said smoothly: "Well done, you should burn him to death."
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