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Chapter 393 The Governor's Arrival
In May, there were a lot of people on the streets and alleys of Kunming Mansion. Those who came from the south and looked north gathered in this southwest capital, which added a lot of excitement for nothing—although many people came here because they avoided the war. Come to this beautiful place.

The so-called Kunming actually comes from a clan name of the Kunming tribe. As the saying goes, from the east of Tongshi (now Baoshan) in the west to Yeyu in the north, they are called Yi and Kunming. Long, the place can be thousands of miles.Therefore, in Kunming in the past, there were many clans and tribes, and there were few Han people.

However, after the Ming army marched into Yunnan, it brought a large number of Han immigrants into Kunming, making the number of Han people in Kunming gradually exceed the local aborigines. Later, due to the wars in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, from Li Dingguo to Emperor Yongli, and then to Wu Sangui, This makes almost the vast majority of Kunming today are Han Chinese.

In the streets and alleys of Kunming, there are still a lot of snacks. Many people like to hold a bowl of bean curd rice noodles and savor them carefully.

"Knock Dang Dang, hit Jinmafang, picked up a rotten pot, bought a bowl of rice noodle soup, and spilled a crotch"

At the entrance of a snack shop specializing in bean curd and rice noodles in Kunming, a group of children were surrounded, singing folk songs and playing around.

At this time, there were not many customers in the store, and a few men were eating bean curd rice noodles. Bowls of spicy and smooth rice noodles were served, but it made everyone sweat profusely.

"Brothers, I heard that a high-ranking official has entered the city today, and the ostentation is impressive." A man was eating rice noodles, but suddenly remembered something, and started chatting.

The person next to him sneered, "There is nothing good about these officials, and the people will suffer when they come!"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

An older man wiped his lips, lit a hookah casually, and his face with vicissitudes was reflected in the smog, "That is the new governor of our Yunnan and Guizhou provinces! In Kunming, he The old man is our god! Don’t dare to talk nonsense.”

The man who originally spoke suddenly realized, and said with a look of awe: "No wonder you have such a big style. I heard that all the officials, big and small, in Kunming went ten miles outside the city to meet them. Even today, there are few people on the streets. There are many traitors who do evil, but in this way, the wages of those of us who work on our feet have also increased a lot."

The man smoking the hookah nodded lightly and sighed, "I heard from the brothers in the gang before that the fighting outside has changed. Starting from Sichuan to the east, there is no place in the Qing Dynasty." Well, I heard it was a dynasty of the Han family, what is it called Da Chu, I guess there is another figure like King Li Jin.”

"If the Lord Li Jinwang sends another Li Jinwang, I don't know if it will be a good thing or a bad thing for our people."

The man next to him had a confused expression on his face, and sighed again, "If it's really King Li Jin, even if I die, I want to follow his old man."

The rest of the men also sighed when they heard this, and stared at the bean curd rice noodle in the bowl in a daze.

In this land of Yunnan Province, Jin Wang Li Dingguo is not a name that needs to be avoided, because he is the backbone of the people of Yunnan Province. Even though he has passed away for more than [-] years, he is still the two most admired by the people of Yunnan Province One of them, and the other is Zhuge Wuhou, who is famous through the ages.

For the people of Kunming, Li Dingguo is not only the king of Jin who uses soldiers like a god, but also a commander who loves the people like a son. Even his lifelong opponent, the Qing court, has to admit that Li Dingguo has the great benevolence and righteousness of the five uncles.

Therefore, when the wind from the east blew to the land of Yunnan, it not only wrinkled a pool of spring water, but also disturbed the hearts of the people all over the place. Everyone thought that the will of King Li Jin might have found hope of realization.

It was in such an atmosphere that Ertai brought Kunming to take office. When he first stepped into Kunming City, he felt the rejection of the city and the people here. The concealed rejection made Ertai feel helpless.

"Li Dingguo's influence is so deep that it has reached such a point that more than sixty years are not enough to obliterate everything about him?"

Ertai frowned, and looked at an old man sitting across from him. This man had gray hair and was dressed in Qing Dynasty clothes. He had a faint wry smile on his face. He was Yang Mingshi, the former governor of Yunnan and Guizhou.

In Kunming, Yang Mingshi was considered a good official by the people. He was promoted to the governor of Yunnan in 59 years of Kangxi. He was already an old man over sixty years old and had no motivation for further promotion. Therefore, he still wanted to do some practical things for the people. Being an official is still considered clean and honest, and his reputation in Yunnan is naturally thriving.

After Yongzheng succeeded to the throne and changed the Yuan Dynasty, Yang Mingshi suddenly appeared so outstanding in the officialdom because of his honesty and honesty, so he was valued by Yongzheng, and even approved Yang Mingshi's first Anbao: "You have always had a good reputation as an official. , Since I have never changed my original intention, I should encourage it.”

Not a few months after this incident, Yang Mingshi was promoted by Yongzheng to the governor of Yunnan and Guizhou, and he also served as the governor of Yunnan. It can be seen that Yongzheng has high hopes for him. Until his death, but now in troubled times, Yang Mingshi was replaced by young people like Ertai.

Looking at Ertai who was less than 50 years old in front of him, Yang Mingshi couldn't help but secretly sighed, and then said softly: "Yi'an, now that I'm at this age, I won't tell you those official words. In this Yunnan Province, I am unique in the Qing Dynasty, but Li Dingguo has never left."

"Didn't leave?" Ertai frowned, a little surprised.

"That's right, Li Dingguo is the enemy of the Qing Dynasty, but he is also the god in the hearts of the people of Yunnan Province!"

Yang Mingshi said slowly: "In the first year of the Holy Patriarch, Li Dingguo died of illness in Mengla. Even if the imperial court moved his tomb to the capital, it still couldn't stop the Xinyi Nunnery of the people in Yunnan Province. This governor is not easy to be!"

Not only is it not easy to be taken, it is simply the first-class remote and difficult place in the world!
Ertai pursed his lips, but shook his head, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Binshi, if it wasn't so, why would the emperor put me in this position?"

"Hahahaha. Good job Ertai!"

Yang Mingshi laughed and said: "Although the old man has lived in the frontier for a long time, I also know that the few people who are valued by the emperor today, apart from Zhang Hengchen who was reused as early as the time of the ancestors, one is Tian Yiguang in Henan, and the other is just now. Li Youjie, who was promoted to governor of Zhili, and you, Ertai, are the only one left. But, Yian, do you know who I value most?"

"Brother Binshi, please enlighten me." There was a bit of testing in Ertai's eyes.

"It's you!"

Yang Mingshi had a smile on his face, "Li Wei is brave, but he is too rough; Tian Wenjing is diligent and studious, but he is harsh; only you, Ertai, have many advantages, and you are even more favored by the emperor." value."

After Ertai heard this, his face was a little dignified, and he got up and thanked: "Brother Binshi is really overwhelmed, and my younger brother is really ashamed, and he is even more terrified."

"It's just that the emperor trusts me in Ertai, so I naturally have to do a good job. This time in Yunnan and Guizhou provinces, I still need a lot of advice from Brother Binshi to govern the people and the army."

Yang Mingshi saw Ertai's low-key posture, and his heart moved slightly. He understood the other party's intention, and immediately took Ertai's hand and went to the back hall.

"Yi'an, the old man has prepared food and wine in the back hall, let's chat while eating."

Ertai naturally would not refuse, and followed Yang Mingshi to the back hall with a smile on his face. While walking, he observed the official office of the Governor's Mansion in Yunnan and Guizhou.

The governor of Yunnan and Guizhou, governing Yunnan and Guizhou, governing the army and the people, governing the civil and military affairs, assessing officials, and repairing the borders, is the highest military and political officer of the Qing court in Yunnan and Guizhou provinces. Known as "Zhatai", the Governor's Mansion is also known as Zatai Yamen.

Due to the war, most of the official offices left by the Ming Dynasty in the early years were dilapidated, so the earliest governor's office was newly built. Later, because Wu Sangui actually ruled Yunnan at that time, the governor sent by the central court had no real power, and the governor's office also had no real power. It became a mobile organization and was moved to Qujing and Guizhou successively.

After the Wu Sangui Rebellion, Cai Yuying, the governor of Yunnan and Guizhou, rebuilt the old Yunnan Mansion into the Governor's Office, which has been carried on to this day.

The two entered the back hall all the way. At this time, someone had already arranged a table of wine and food here, but different from what Ertai thought, the dishes on the table were not the local specialties of Yunnan, but a table of Jiangsu dishes. It seemed a little more bland.

Yang Mingshi introduced with a smile: "Yi'an, you are from the north, today you can take this opportunity to taste the Jiangyin cuisine from my hometown."

"Then it's better to be respectful than obedience," Ertai said with a smile on his face.

The two greeted each other politely, then sat on the table, first drank a glass of wine together, and then began to talk freely.

Yang Mingshi picked up a chopstick and tasted the braised venetian buns carefully, and then he said with a smile: "Yi'an, although I have been in Yunnan for more than three years, I am not used to the local Yunnan food. , so that the old man can feel at ease."

Ertai also picked up a chopstick, but felt that it could be broken by blowing the bomb, and there seemed to be fresh meat in it. When he bit into the leaf, the soft and tender meat was full of fragrance, fresh and juicy, and it was the first-class delicacy in the world.

"Yi'an, I have been operating in Yunnan and Guizhou provinces for several years. Although I haven't done much practical things for the people, after these few years, I have a good understanding of the situation in the two provinces, and there are still some things that can be exchanged. .”

Yang Mingshi took the hot towel handed over by the maid, wiped his hands and face, then picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, and then slowly opened his mouth.

"The two provinces of Yunnan and Guizhou have always been the land where Miao, Yi, Zhuang, Bai, Yao and other ethnic groups lived together. Chieftains of all sizes ran rampant everywhere. Those who disobeyed were frequently subjected to tortures such as cutting off ears, cutting off fingers, cramping, skinning, and castration, etc., and the nearby officers and soldiers intervened a little, and immediately confronted each other with swords."

Following Yang Mingshi's words, a bloody picture of the Southwest style was displayed in front of Ertai, but it made his face more solemn.

"The chieftain's system, the world has its own land, the world governs its people, the world rules its soldiers, hereditary duties, the world governs its place, the world enters its ranks, and the world receives its title. With such power in hand, it is inevitable that there will be people like Yang Yinglong. "

Yang Yinglong was the chieftain of Bozhou during the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty. He rebelled in the 24th year of Wanli. Putting down this rebellion almost exhausted the last financial resources of the Ming court.

Yang Mingshi naturally knew this allusion, and sighed softly, "The chieftain's system is ultimately a palliative, not a permanent one. If it continues to be left unchecked, there may be Yang's rebellion in the southwestern regions."

"Brother Binshi should have his own strategy for this stubborn disease."

Ertai stared fixedly at the other party, and Yang Mingshi's words to him were naturally not groundless, and he must have already had relevant countermeasures in mind.

In fact, Ertai's guess is not bad at all. Yang Mingshi does have relevant strategies in his heart, but he is about to be transferred to the center. people.

For Yang Mingshi, the three years he spent in the Southwest were not in vain. Naturally, there is no need to say much about his strategy, but he will decide whether to invest his efforts hand it over.

If the person who came was just a fatuous and incompetent official, then he would only hand over the official duties and take his family away to the capital, while the stubborn illness of Southwest would remain, because he knew in his heart that if the successor could not stand Under the pressure of ruthless hands, the situation in the Southwest will not only fail to be reversed, but will fall into a state of collapse.

Fortunately, Yang Mingshi waited for Ertai, the person whom Emperor Yongzheng placed high hopes on. He looked at Ertai and said softly: "Yi'an, if you want to completely eradicate the chronic diseases in the Southwest, you need to start from the root. Three years in the southwest, but I thought of a way to break the boat—"

"Reform the soil and return to the people!"

"Reform the soil and return to the people?!"

Ertai stood up straight, bowed his hands in salute, and said solemnly: "The most correct thing I, Ertai, has done since I came to Yunnan is to visit Mr. Yang in person!"

"If it weren't for Master Yang's words, I still don't know where to start. This move to reform the land and return it to the bloc must be resolved in Ertai's hands!"

Yang Mingshi stroked his beard and smiled, and said in a low voice: "This matter is extremely difficult. This old man can only speak out, but the heavy responsibility rests on Yi'an, but this old man is a bit dishonest. These are the hard work of this old man in the southwest for three years. Also please Yi'an don't refuse."

While he was talking, Yang Mingshi asked someone to bring up a few booklets. The ink on the back of the booklet was soaked through the paper, but it was what he had seen, heard, and thought about in the past three years that had gathered into these few books. Word.

Ertai took these few booklets, but his heart became more and more heavy, but he couldn't help but heaved a long sigh.

(End of this chapter)