Chongzhen stood at the entrance of the palace hall, his eyes crossed the red low wall, and he could see the five-color flag in the ceremonial ceremony of the crown prince, and the top of the green and red Russell square umbrella slowly moving, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

He remembered that when he was still in the residence, as the prince's ceremonial guard, there were thirty-six His Highness, forty-eight people in front of the hall, twelve people in the hall, and six people in the hall, a total of one hundred and two people guarding him. As the crown prince, there were only a dozen people in and out of the ceremonial guards at this time.

Even the sons of ordinary wealthy families brought more than ten followers on a trip.

As soon as he thought about this, Chongzhen felt a little sorry for his son. Recently, an indelible thought emerged again.

Abdicate.

Over the past 17 years, Chongzhen has consciously worked diligently on the throne of the emperor, and is probably not inferior to Taizu. However, national affairs have been ruined one day. If the eldest son Cilang had not turned the tide, he would have been buried in the Forbidden City and became the king of the devastated country. Now he is about to recover Beijing, and the question of how to reorganize the Ming Dynasty in the future is in front of him.

If he did not abdicate, the crown prince would definitely not have the excuse of interfering in the national affairs. Not to mention whether he could take up the burden again, the civil servants and military generals who were attached to the wings might not be willing to give up the power and status they had obtained. As the emperor who ascended the throne at the age of seventeen, Chongzhen knew that the bloody storm in the transfer of power could not be pacified by an edict.

What's worse is that Chongzhen did not want any more changes in the local area. Nowadays, areas that use the Eastern Palace Law can be considered peaceful and even achieve a good harvest under such weather. When he was in power, he would never dare to think about it.

Maybe God really wants to change the emperor?

But the position of the emperor cannot be put down just by letting go. For seventeen years, he has been the lord of the Nine Five, and suddenly became the Supreme Emperor. How can he live? And he is in his prime, so will he die in the deep palace in the future? Chongzhen fantasized about his situation of doing nothing in the future. He couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation in his heart.

Just as he was thinking about it, the crown prince's ceremonial guard had already arrived under the hall. Zhu Cixuan looked up and saw that the emperor's father was standing outside. He thought to himself: Such a courtesy that was beyond the norm seemed to be so grateful?

Unfortunately, Zhu Cixuan is not an actor. He has no actor's cultivation at all. He just politely politely and finally smiles.

However, Chongzhen saw fatigue from this complex face of tenderness and maturity, and his heart couldn't help but feel soft. His previous thought of abdicating even weakened a little. If the world was put on his son, it would be too irresponsible.

"Father, son is back." Zhu Cilang obediently showed his obedience according to the rules of this world.

Many people in later generations have forgotten the Chinese tradition. If those home habits were moved to the Ming Dynasty, no one would think that this was the closeness of father and son, and they would only think that being a child is unscrupulous and does not understand the superiority of the elders and the inferiority of the elders. Therefore, Zhu Cilang always avoids taking the initiative to find topics, and there are things that need to be said. He also tries to maintain the respectful attitude of being a son and a subordinate.

"You're tired outside." Chongzhen couldn't help asking. His personality was actually softer than Zhou Hou. Sometimes Zhou Hou could still play the role of a stern mother, but Chongzhen often showed a kind father-like side.

"It's okay." Zhu Cixuan stepped forward to support Chongzhen, walked around the hall and walked backwards: "Now our army is leading the Donglu to fight, and there is no worries. Although it is a little tired, it is much easier than it was last year."

Chongzhen's sense of sensitivity was touched, but he couldn't show it. He said again: "According to the current situation, we should be able to restore the capital next year."

Zhu Cixuan did not have the right habit. He calculated the training cycle of the recruits and the efficiency of the reorganization of each unit in his mind, and said to him: "Father, if you only regain Beijing, it will be almost the same in June and July next year. It may even be earlier."

Although Beijing's offensive and defensive war was large, it was mainly to deal with the counterattacks of the main Qing army and the street fighting after breaking the city. If it was just for breaking the city, the difficulty of this battle was not very high.

Because there is enough intimacy.

As long as there is an internal support in any city, it is almost impossible to defend it.

"But next year's plan is to first collect Bashu and Qin and Jin, and consolidate the three sides." Zhu Cixuan said as he walked: "Now my Ming Dynasty is like a house with airtightness on all sides. So I want to repair the wall first and close the door, and kill the mouse who took the opportunity to sneak in the house."

“This is saying…”

"First lock the three sides and three passes, and do not let it escape north. Then lock Shanhai Pass, and do not let it run east. The army presses over from the south, annihilates the main force of the Eastern Seizure, and completely solve the Liao Dynasty." Zhu Cixuan said: "So this entire arrangement will take about a year, and then 50,000 elite troops can be implemented."

Chongzhen is a person who is easily impressed by the passionate blueprint.

Yuan Chonghuan's countermeasures for pacifying Liao in the fifth year were considered "imagination" in Emperor Tianqi, but in Chongzhen's view, he was a capable minister. Even after Yuan Chonghuan was imprisoned, Chongzhen still thought of using "Yuan Manzi" to restore Liao, but was beaten back by the court officials.

I heard my son say so excitedly, and it tasted like to achieve his contributions in one battle. The time limit was only one year, which was more attractive than the fifth year of Ping Liao. How could Chongzhen not be fascinated by this strategy?

"But this is the best plan, but it may not be possible in fact." Unexpectedly, before the excitement on Chongzhen's face had dissipated, Zhu Cilang began to pour cold water on his own.

"If the Donglu has some knowledge, when I see my troops in the northwest, I should think of this as a way to close the door and fight dogs. At that time, more than 100,000 people escaped from the pass, our army would not be able to stop it." Zhu Cixuan said: "In addition, if the Donglu was forced to jump over the wall and take the people of the capital as hostages, and if we want to burn them together, our army would have to let them live."

——There are still hundreds of thousands of refugees in the capital. If you really ignore their lives and death, what will you have to meet your ancestors?

Chongzhen thought to himself, his head slightly.

——Beijing has been an antique since the Yuan Dynasty. If it was burned by Donggu, wouldn’t it become the Old Summer Palace of the Ming Dynasty?

When Zhu Cixuan thought of this, he felt that it was very likely that Manchus would do such things, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"In the end," Zhu Ciyang said, "What if the Eastern Gate surrenders? What should I do?"

Chongzhen didn't expect this option, but after thinking about it carefully, it was more troublesome and entangled than burning jade.

At the beginning of the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the slogan was "The sun and the moon reopened the Song and Heaven", but it was carried out with the Chinese system with the color of Mongolian and Yuan dynasties, mixed with the Han, Tang and Song dynasties, and finally, with the Zhu people-oriented dynasty as a program, which eventually created the Ming Dynasty that lasted for 278 years in history.

As a dynasty with a distinct imprint, the Ming Dynasty itself has its own values. Although since Qin Shihuang, the officialdom has been filled with all kinds of bottomless lines and lack of moral integrity, there must be a fig leaf on the surface. Otherwise, the faith of the people will collapse and everyone will rely on their blackness to make a living. What will this world be like? Wouldn’t it become a chaotic world!

According to the values ​​of the Ming Dynasty, the emphasis is on "giving benevolence and righteousness, pacifying the four barbarians," rather than "giving violence, killing all directions, and slaughtering the four barbarians". Although the situation may not be different in reality, it must be great, bright and just on the table.

If the Eastern Lu really surrendered, the Ming Dynasty could only hold a prisoner offering ceremony, kill the evildoers, and then send the others out of the pass, allowing them to continue to live a good life under the Ming Dynasty, which was actually an autonomous state.

Perhaps within ten or twenty years, these people will be afraid of the Ming Dynasty and be obedient to the people. When this memory gradually fades away, they will return to the era of snatching the west and eventually start to dream of entering the Central Plains again.

Weakness is dormant, and strong is invading. This is a vicious cycle of all "border troubles" in China, and no one can solve this problem once and for all.

"What are your countermeasures?" Chongzhen asked.

Zhu Cilang nodded and said, "If this happens, it means there must be an internal strife within the Donglu, otherwise they will not be able to commit the crime. Since there is an internal strife, you can try to divide them and send them back to the north."

"If they come again, wouldn't they have another Liao disaster?"

Chongzhen's understanding of the north was still far from what Zhu Cilang called the north. He thought Zhu Cilang was talking about Liaodong, while Zhu Cilang was talking about the vast Siberia.

"So you need to be strong by yourself," Zhu Cixuan said: "If the Ming Dynasty is strong and the people are rich, who can bully us?"

Even if the Eastern Lu were driven to the Arctic Circle, if the Ming Dynasty could not maintain its national strength, it would not be able to resist their comeback. What's more, there would be more than one Eastern Lu in the future. There would be more than one Eastern Lu, and Taixi's group of capitalists who are like wolves and tigers!

The reason is this, but raising a wolf around him always makes Chongzhen feel a little uncomfortable. However, he soon realized that it was obviously because the geese had not yet reached the point of fighting, so he began to consider steaming or roasting. At present, the Ming army does not have this strength, and at least 50,000 more elite soldiers.

"Where does the money for training troops come from?" Chongzhen asked.

"The General Administration of Maritime Promotion and Accreditation." Zhu Cixuan said without hesitation: "This plan is still under discussion. After the discussion is mature, he will submit a cabinet ticket to submit a memorial to His Majesty the Father and the Emperor."

Chongzhen naturally couldn't help but ask about the Maritime Affairs Office again.

"Father, my son, and I have read the documents from the early years of the founding of the People's Republic of China, but found a conspiracy." Zhu Cilang said: "The imperial naval army and the civil service were actually destroyed by those powerful merchants. The purpose was to monopolize the huge profits of the maritime trade and refuse to share the profits to the country."

Chongzhen was stunned: "Take it serious?"

Zhu Cilang then realized that Chongzhen didn’t know how violent the huge profits in the sea trade were!

The story starts with the opening of the Maritime Warehouse Department in Guangzhou during the reign of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty, which was the first step for China to move towards maritime trade.

By the time of the Song Dynasty, the Maritime Bureau had a clear position and formed certain rules and regulations.

The Maritime Bureau (Site, Service) will issue a public voucher (public evidence, public verification), that is, a sea permit, based on the goods declared by the merchant, the personnel on board, and the places to go to; send people to the ship to "inspection" to prevent the entrainment of weapons, copper coins, female mouths, fugitive soldiers, etc.; "read and real" ships back to the port; implement a draw system for import and export goods, that is, the goods are divided into two colors, and the government will draw several portions in a certain proportion, that is, the actual form of market tax; the goods drawn must be transferred to the capital; certain goods transported by the ship shall be purchased at the prescribed price (Bobuy); the remaining goods after the draw, draw, and buy must still be issued to the public voucher according to the standards of the Maritime Bureau before they can be transported and sold to other places. Finally, they must preside over the prayer of the wind and sacrifice to the sea.

"In the Northern Song Dynasty, the market revenue reached 420,000 yuan. At the beginning of the restoration of the martial arts world, the Song Dynasty was relatively stable and relied heavily on the market revenue. At that time, the annual income was only 10 million yuan, and the market revenue reached 1.5 million yuan." Zhu Cilang was afraid that Chongzhen would not understand these huge numbers, so he said: "A piece of money is worth one tael of silver."

Chongzhen was indeed shocked.

A huge sum of millions of taels!

"His Majesty the Father Emperor is suffering from the scarcity of the national treasury and cannot achieve his ambitions; the people are suffering from the high price of rice, so they can only rebel and beg for life. My son couldn't help but ask, where did the money in the world go?" Zhu Cilang smiled and said, "If the government does not do maritime trade, will no one do it? During the Tianqi period, Zhejiang tea tax was 200,000 taels a year, and in the tenth year of Chongzhen, they only had 12 taels. Did these benefits fall on tea farmers?"

Chongzhen was so cold that his brothers and feet were asked by his son that he thought to himself: Seeing the enemy destruction and the East was about to pacify, it turned out that the real enemy was the pillars of the country who shouted loyalty day and night! I originally thought that I could be a Taiping emperor soon, but it was indeed "the road was long and long"!
Chapter completed!