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Chapter 245 Invite Me Jia Jia Shikai First!
The quatrains of Tan Mou, a loyal minister of the Qing Dynasty who resolutely defended the Emperor of Manchuria, well expressed Jia Liu's true inner thoughts at this time.

Let me ask, even a certain Han Chinese in Tan can still maintain a heart of loyalty to the Qing Dynasty under the impact of the unprecedented changes in 3000 years, and Kuang Jialiu, the son-in-law of Aixinjueluo, who is really Manchuria!
He wants to be like Tan Sitong, cut through thorns and thorns, move forward bravely, and fearlessly, vowing to open up a real road for thousands of years for the strength of the Qing Dynasty.

"After a hundred years, dynasties will decay, so reforms are used to strengthen the country. However, all successful reforms in each dynasty started with bloodshed. I have never heard of anyone who strengthened the country because of reforms without bloodshed!"

After burning the banknotes for Agui and the others, Jia Liu drank two bowls of Luzhou Laojiao because he was too happy. As a result, he couldn't sleep at night and was full of energy. He even dragged Yang Yuchun to discuss the reform.

"It has been more than a hundred years since the Qing Dynasty came from the east of Ziqi. If Ming Zuo was officially cut off, it would be exactly a hundred years. However, the dynasty has obviously turned from prosperity to decline. The small country in southern Xinjiang, Burma, dares to regard our dynasty as barbarians. There are more than ten thousand thieves in Jinchuan. To fight for 30 years and not be able to level up, but to lose hundreds of thousands of troops, this is not the decline of our dynasty or what it is!"

He licked his mouth, put down the wine bowl, and slapped the table with pride.

"Therefore, the Qing Dynasty must reform! The reform must also bleed! It cannot be successful without bloodshed! If blood is to be shed, please let me be the Qing Dynasty first! Please let me be the Manchurians first! Please ask Jia Jiashikai to be the first!"

Sitting down, he asked Yang Yuchun, "Write it down?"

"Remember, my lord."

The speed of Yang Yuchun's charcoal shorthand became stronger and stronger.

Jia Liu nodded and took the shorthand, glanced at it, and used a charcoal pen to paint and paint on the sentence "I, Jia Jia Shikai first".

After painting, write "Please let the Qing royal family first!".

Then read it through, the more you read, the more smooth you will be, and the more you will be satisfied.

"My lord, what is reform?"

Yang Yuchun is eager to learn and ask questions, and he must figure out everything he doesn't understand at the first time.

"Reform?"

Jia Liu picked up the pickled bamboo shoots in the bowl, chewed them, and said, "It is to change the country's past legal system and adopt a new legal system."

"Is it to replace the ancestral system with the new system?" Yang Yuchun was thoughtful.

"Yes, that's what it means,"

Jia Liu gave an example that the current Eight Banners system is not good, and there are too many wastes, which are useless except to consume the country's money and food.

Therefore, in the future, this system must be abolished, and the whole city must be banned.

Yang Yuchun was not without worry: "If your lord reforms in this way, you will definitely be met with a crazy counterattack from Manchuria. After all, the Eight Banners are the foundation of the Qing Dynasty."

"I hope that the people in the world will live in peace and prosperity, and what does my personal fame and fortune matter?"

Looking at the dark distance with his hands behind his hands, Jia Liu said affectionately, "I will leave tomorrow's people to do what I will do tomorrow. What I will do today is to use the blood of our Manchurians to wake up and inspire people all over the world!"

Capital Division, Military Aircraft Department.

Fu Long'an, Minister of Military Aircraft on duty, was looking through the memorials of various ministries and localities that the Emperor ordered to return to the Military Aircraft Office with Suo Lin.

Since the beginning of the year, the Qing Dynasty has not been peaceful.

In addition to the successive defeats in the Jinchuan War, several provinces such as Jiangsu, Henan, Shandong, and Gansu suffered severe droughts one after another. Farmers could not grow land and eat food. The victims planed wild vegetables and picked elm money for food. Countless, the victims are waiting for food.

While reviewing the memorial made by Qian Ning, the chief envoy of Hubei, to clear the silted rivers in the territory to avoid floods next year, Suo Lin froze there.

Fu Long'an had read Qian Ning's memorandum, and since the river was silted up, it was approved for dredging, but seeing Suo Lin's expression was wrong, he couldn't help but take it, but the emperor's instructions were to accuse Qian Ning of selling his name, not allowing dredging, and sending money away. The Ministry of Ningjiao proposed strict punishment.

"The emperor?"

What Suo Lin wanted to say was whether the emperor had lost his mind, but how dare he say such a thing.

Fulong'an was also in a trance. A few days ago, Henan reported to Yifeng and other places at the Mankou of the Yellow River, and the local government asked for funds to increase the dam. However, the emperor ordered that "dragons are afraid of iron, so they sink a big iron anchor at Mankou."

And asked the local officials to set up an incense altar at Mankou to worship Jiaolong, and visit whether there is any land or city god nearby.

"The emperor didn't believe in ghosts and gods before."

Sorin smiled wryly.

I still remember that in the 18th year of Qianlong, there was a locust plague around the capital, and the censor asked for the issuance of imperial scriptures for sacrifices. Believe in this way, the foundation of disaster."

But after 20 years, the emperor has become so worshipful of ghosts and gods that it is really difficult for all the officials to adapt.

"Fu Zhongtang, this instruction?"

Suo Lin felt that it was all right for the emperor not to let Hubei be dredged up, how could he hand over the officials who were doing things to the Ministry to deal with them severely, so he hoped that Fu Long'an would go with him to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to persuade him.

"Let's put it aside for now,"

Fulong thought at ease that since the emperor had given instructions, as slaves, they could do things according to the order, why bother to upset the emperor for someone who has no foothold.

Seeing that Fu Long'an had no intention of persuading the emperor, Suo Lin was also helpless.

Looking at other memorials approved by the emperor, two of them were given by the governor of Sichuan, Fu Lehun, to request the Ministry of Households to transfer the money.
Ying Lian, who was in charge of the Ministry of Household Affairs, had not long ago asked the Lianghuai Salt Administration to raid the salt merchants surnamed Lu in Yangzhou and made several million taels, but the Ministry of Internal Affairs took more than half of the money before it was put into the treasury, saying it was for the Queen Mother. There are still some projects in the Changchun Xianguan for the elderly that have not been completed, and they are anxiously waiting for money.

What Yinglian can do is to transfer the money. After all, the affairs of the Empress Dowager cannot tolerate the slightest negligence of a slave.

"The trade money that should be delivered in Guangdong this year should have arrived. If it arrives, it will be paid to Sichuan first."

The affairs of the queen mother are important, and so is the war in Jinchuan.

Yinglian is tearing down the east wall to make up for the west wall, and the military aircraft department can't change the money, so it can only turn around in this way.

Suo Lin said: "Although there are high mountains and dense forests in Jinchuan, the rivers and lakes are crisscrossed, and there is no end to the miasma. However, we have used soldiers for 30 years. I heard that there are only tens of thousands of thieves and more than ten thousand thieves. It stands to reason that the soldiers should have adapted to this place early. Why? It can't be calmed down for a long time, could it be that all the members of Jinchuan are all stupid people?"

This is what Fu Longan said, he shook his head and smiled wryly: "If Agui can't calm down the big and small Jinchuan this time, I'd better suggest to the emperor to do it."

20 years ago, under the command of famous ministers Yue Zhongqi and Fu Heng, the [-] troops besieged Dajinchuan for two years. Both sides were exhausted and unable to continue the war.

In the end, Sha Luoben, the chieftain of Dajinchuan at that time, took the initiative to propose peace to the Qing army. Fu Heng insisted that Sha Luoben and Langka's uncle and nephew be bound to the prison, so that they would not die.

Sha Luoben refused, so she sent people to Yue Zhongqi's Dangba barracks to beg for a surrender. Yue Zhongqi, who was already unable to fight, immediately agreed no matter what face she lost.

The two sides withdrew their troops, and no one saw the other.

This is the end of the first Jinchuan battle.

This time, it has been three years since the army was used, and the money, grain, and military equipment required by the front line every day are as high as astronomical figures, and it is really impossible to continue fighting.

If Ah Gui can't win again, I'm afraid the emperor will order to negotiate peace with the bandits, so as not to be dragged into the endless abyss by Jinchuan's tiny place.

Suo Lin was also in favor of the peace talks, and when he was discussing the details of the matter with Fu Long'an, the governor of Sichuan urgently delivered a report to enter the house in the form of a written post.

"bring here."

Suo Lin signaled that he would hand it to him urgently, but after opening it, she was stunned, and her surprised and shocked eyes fell on Fu Longan's face.

"What's the matter?"

Fu Long'an casually put down the memorial of the governor of Sichuan, Fu Lehun, approved by the emperor.

"Fu Zhongtang, the fourth master, the fourth master"

Suo Linlin hesitated and finally told Fu Long'an about Fu Chang'an's murder at the post station.

When Fu Longan heard the bad news for the first time, he was like a bolt from the blue. He took the urgent delivery from the governor of Sichuan and stared blankly.

Blood was dripping from his right hand, which was cut half a finger long by the broken tea bowl on the table.

(End of this chapter)