It is said that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling a thousand miles.
This statement is correct no matter when it is said.
Before traveling through time, he had seen in history books the miserable life of the people and the corruption of the officialdom in the late Ming Dynasty.
When he walked northwest from Xuanfu, what he saw and heard was ten times worse than what was recorded in history books.
Although I didn't see Yi Zi eating, the food was not enough, the clothes were not covering the body, the house was bare, the top was leaking, and the bottom was wet, etc. are not enough to describe.
The Jiubian military town and guard station exist in name only. Three out of ten people in Jiubian are empty payers, three out of ten are old, weak, sick and disabled, one out of ten generals and servants, and less than one tenth can be occupied by those who can fight. They are all military ruffians and people who are just messing around.
The guard station is even more exaggerated, it is simply rotten to the core.
As for the officialdom, it goes without saying that if all the officials from Shaanxi and Shanxi provinces were pulled out and executed, it is estimated that 90% of them would not be killed by mistake.
However, this northwest inspection was extremely fruitful.
First of all, there are the things I saw, including silver and supplies. The silver was roughly five to six million taels, and there were so many supplies, but a large part of them could not be disposed of in time.
The food he was most concerned about, the eight major locust merchants, the king of Jin, the king of Dai, and some wealthy merchants and gentry, totaled almost four million dan.
Even if the drought continues throughout Shaanxi province this year, these grains can last for four to five months according to disaster relief standards.
Secondly, the eight major locust merchants were dealt with and the supply of Jiannu was cut off. This was the biggest gain.
Third, the smooth progress of returning cultivated land to the people in Xi'an and Fengxiang has gathered public opinion, and it is still solidifying.
With the protection of this big sword, he has the capital to fight with any force.
The last thing is the harvest of talents. Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong, the two founding figures in history, have been conquered. It is unlikely that anything will happen under their noses.
And Li Dingguo, the best general in Nanming in history, is definitely a big help if he is well trained.
These gains are nothing compared to the gains from the Jiannu strategy. As long as Jiannu takes a detour and enters the pass, the future of the Ming Dynasty is just around the corner.
From the current point of view, everything is going as planned.
There was a lot of harvest outside, and there was constant good news in Beijing. He was now eager to see the harvest of granulated gunpowder and potatoes.
With these joys and expectations, Luan Jia slowly approached Beijing.
Five days later, the entire city of Beijing was under martial law, just because the emperor, who had been touring the northwest for three months, was returning to Beijing.
More than a hundred feet away in front of Yongding Gate outside Beijing, Sun Chengzong stood first, while Li Biao and Li Guopu were half a body behind.
Behind the two people are the six ministers and nine ministers, and behind them are the officials of the fourth rank and above in each ministry.
According to etiquette, when the emperor returned to the capital, hundreds of officials were expected to greet him respectfully. However, the officials in the capital counted nearly two thousand people, and even when they came to the city gate, they could not stand.
On the other side are Xungui and the ritual and music personnel of Taichang Temple.
Ta da...ta da...
The sound of horse hooves was heard in the distance, and a horse galloped over and stopped a few feet in front of Sun Chengzong.
"Mr. Sun Ge, His Majesty's command is already less than two miles away from the city gate!"
Sun Chengzong suddenly became energetic and nodded towards the inspector Zuodu Censor Zhang Tingdeng behind him. Zhang Tingdeng immediately turned around, followed by several censors behind him.
Seeing Zhang Ting and others coming out of the queue, all the officials were immediately excited, and their figure, which was slightly hunched just now, became even more upright.
After some inspection, Chongzhen's Luan Jia was clearly visible.
The horns on the tower sounded, and the ritual music of Taichang Temple also sounded.
When the ritual music stopped, Chongzhen's Luan Jia arrived in front of the officials, and Sun Chengzong took the lead and knelt down.
"I respectfully welcome His Majesty back to the capital. Long live my Emperor!"
The ministers also congratulated him, and their voices soared into the sky, reaching the city of Beijing and reverberating in the city.
Luan Jia did not stop. After entering Yongding Gate, he went straight to Zhengyang Gate.
There are special rituals for the emperor when he goes out on tour and returns to the capital. After being greeted by hundreds of officials at the city gate, Luan Jia enters the inner city from Zhengyang Gate, enters the palace, and goes to Fengxian Hall and Jiyan Hall to pay homage!
Afterwards, they would also offer sacrifices to express their gratitude to the Heaven and Earth Ancestral Temple and Sheji.
As for the meeting of the officials, that happened on the Meridian Gate Tower the next day.
After this set of etiquette was completed, it was already an hour later.
When they arrived at Qianqingmen, Wang Chengen, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately came to greet him.
Looking at the dusty Chongzhen, who was slightly slimmer, he felt a sore nose and choked up: "Your Majesty, thank you for your hard work!"
“It’s hard work, but the rewards are also great!”
"All your servants have heard that Your Majesty killed Wang Chengyin, the former commander-in-chief of the Xuan Mansion, built a memorial tower, killed the Tumed envoys, and raided the eight major locust merchants...
These have spread throughout the capital, and even a three-year-old child can say a few words,
The people all say that Your Majesty is the Holy King of this world, and he will definitely bring peace to the Ming Dynasty forever! "
"Holy Lord? Haha..."
Chongzhen muttered to himself, then chuckled.
He is going to do what he wants to do as the Holy King, but he is still far from it yet.
The slaves have not yet been conquered, the Mongolian tribes have not yet overthrown them, the surrounding countries have not surrendered, and the people have not yet lived and worked in peace and contentment.
The Holy King is just what the common people say. It is estimated that the gentry and wealthy businessmen are scolding him to death in their hearts. Maybe they are still practicing witchcraft such as stabbing villains secretly.
No matter what they do, as long as they dare to stop him from achieving his goal, they will all be killed.
While talking, Chongzhen entered the Qianqing Palace.
Ouch... Good guy, the usually extremely empty Qianqing Palace has directly become a library, with stacks of folded books stacked neatly.
"Your Majesty, on the twenty-fourth day of the second month of your northwest inspection, the General Affairs Department received a total of 7,635 memorials, titles, etc., of which 6,800 were approved by the Cabinet and the Supervisor of Ceremonies.
The rest are all inscribed memorials sent from the two capitals and thirteen provinces, prefectures and counties in the past half month to persuade His Majesty to take back the land and return it to the people. The cabinet and the Supervisor of Ceremonies have not reviewed it.
These have been placed according to categories such as memorials, inscriptions, introductory editions, unveiling notes, and notes. "
This is a book that Chongzhen has approved for half a year. Looking at the densely packed book at this moment, my eyes are dazzled.
"My dear friend, let Fang Jun and others come in, I have arrangements!"
Wang Chengen immediately whispered instructions behind him, and Fang Jun and others who were patrolling outside the door immediately stood behind Chongzhen.
Chongzhen looked at the dozens of piles of various types of folds in front of him, made an estimate, and then said to Fang Jun: "Take out three categories of memorials, inscriptions, and Kaibens from top to bottom in each pile, and randomly select three of them, and the rest Send them all to the West Hall."
Even if only three books were randomly selected, there would be two to three hundred books in several categories.
He had to spend several days watching, not because he didn't trust the cabinet and the Supervisor of Ceremonies, but just to understand the important affairs of the court.
"Your Majesty, the Queen has just sent a message saying that she has prepared a bath for you."
"Queen?"
Chongzhen's heart was filled with excitement. After explaining a few words, he went straight to Kunning Palace!
