Reborn in the last years of Kangxi

Chapter 512
Looking at the Fourteenth Elder Brother and Hongxi who came in, Kangxi couldn't help feeling jealousy.

Tall and straight figure, thick beard and hair, in his 20s, a young and middle-aged man who can never go back.

Brother Fourteen was born in 27 and is 28 this year; Hongxi was born in 33 and is 22 now.

What were you doing 40 years ago when you were 22?Kangxi's gaze became blurred.

That year, the "San Francisco Rebellion" was already the third year, and the war situation was not optimistic.

At the end of the year, the 22-year-old emperor appointed his son Yinreng as the prince, sent officials to offer sacrifices to the heaven, earth, Taimiao and Sheji, issued an edict to the government and the public, and granted grace and amnesty.

Aside from commemorating the death of his wife, the establishment of a one-and-a-half-year-old son-in-law as the prince was mainly due to circumstances.

There were many recounts of defeat, and Kangxi was already prepared in his heart for the imperial conquest.

After being obstructed by the Empress Dowager and the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty, Kangxi still failed to fulfill his wish...

By the age of Fourteenth Elder Brother, the San Francisco Rebellion had been settled, and he became a widower for the second time, and the crown prince became Fu, with the great scholars Zhang Ying and Li Guangdi as teachers...

While contemplating, I saw Fourteenth Elder Brother and Hongxi already knelt down, saying: "My son (grandson) pays respects to Huang Ama (Huang Mafa)."

Kangxi withdrew his thoughts, his eyes swept across the face of the fourteenth elder brother, and fell on Hongxi.

The prince just followed him, Hongxi resembled his father, and his appearance was somewhat similar to Kangxi.

Thinking of the abolished prince, Kangxi's gaze at Hong Xi softened.

He sighed inwardly, waved his hands at the two of them, and said, "Stay flat, sit down and talk."

Fourteenth elder brother and Hongxi stood up in response, Wei Zhu hurriedly took a young eunuch and sent two stools over.

The fourteenth elder brother and Hongxi sat down honestly, Kangxi thought for a while, and said to the fourteenth elder brother: "I heard that the eighth elder brother is ill, tomorrow you will bring two imperial doctors to visit him on my behalf.

Brother Fourteen was quite surprised, his hands in the sleeves were clenched tightly into fists.

Since the "killing eagle incident" in November last year, the eighth elder brother has been reprimanded a lot, and has been "ill and rested" since then.

Now, Huang Ama thinks of him. Could it be that old guy Li Guangdi is relying on his old man to sell his old man, and he is praising the eighth elder brother as "the elder brother of the virtuous king", which makes Huang Ama change his original intention.

Seeing that the fourteenth elder brother looked a little uncomfortable, the gloom in Kangxi's heart seemed to be much better.

There are less than a thousand cups of wine every confidant, but a few words are not speculative.

Even if it is a family relationship of flesh and blood, it is not easy to warm up when you think about it.

After a few sentences, Kangxi waved to Fourteenth Elder Brother and said, "Kneel down, don't forget the errand I entrusted to you."

Fourteenth elder brother responded, but he was a little suspicious in his heart, he glanced at Hong Xi, and left the room.

Apart from Kangxi, Hong Xi was the only one left in the room, and Wei Zhu and other servants had already been sent away by Kangxi.

There was silence in the room, Kangxi looked at his eldest grandson without saying a word.

Hongxi only felt that her little heart was "thumping", "thumping", as if it was about to jump out of her throat.

In order to conceal the panic, he raised his head and said sincerely: "Huang Mafa, my grandson saw that you have lost weight. Now it is the time when winter and spring alternate, which makes people sleepy. If you don't allow grandson to do your best Filial piety, go out for a stroll with Huang Mafa?"

A smile appeared on Kangxi's face, he glanced at Hongxi, and nodded slowly.

He got down from the kang and said, "Let's go."

Hongxi was just talking casually, seeing Kangxi agreeing, he slowed down after a while, got up quickly and replied: "Grandson obeys the order."

Two grandparents and grandchildren left the Qianqing Palace one after the other.

Wei Zhu, who was guarding outside the Nuan Pavilion, saw that Long Live Lord was about to go out, so he hurriedly hugged a cloak to follow.

Kangxi put on a cloak and asked Wei Zhu to follow him a little further away, while he led Hongxi out of the gate of Qianqing with strides.

After leaving the Qianqing Gate, he slowed down and turned left into the Jingyun Gate.

Hong Xi looked at his grandfather's straight back, feeling very complicated.

If the grandfather hadn't been so "old and strong", would his Ama have been deposed after being the crown prince for more than [-] years?

Before he knew it, he walked into a palace with Kangxi, but his expression changed drastically.

This empty place, without a trace of life, is the Eastern Palace Yuqing Palace that has been idle for three years.

Hongxi was born here, grew up here, and thought that he would be the future owner of this place.Today, it is already a sea of ​​vicissitudes.

Before Hongxi was stunned, Kangxi had already passed through the Xiangxu Gate and entered the second courtyard of Yuqing Palace.

Hong Xi hurried forward, but his mind was already blank.

Kangxi stopped in his tracks, looked up at the plaque hanging on the main hall of the second entrance, and sighed involuntarily.

The palace here was built for the crown prince on the basis of the old palace in the 18th year of Kangxi.

This sigh fell into the ears of Hong Xi who was in doubt, but it was like the sound of heaven.

His eyes brightened immediately, and he suppressed the ecstasy in his heart.

Huang Mafa felt so sentimental, did he feel unbearable towards Ama? The family relationship between father and son for more than 40 years can be erased by saying that it can be erased?
The sunset is all over the sky, and the sun is covered by red light. Even the supreme emperor will have to go down when the sun is setting.

In this world, it must be passed on.

But he forgot that the eldest elder brother known as "brave" who was locked up for seven or eight years, and the thirteenth elder brother who went from the most favored prince to the downcast idle clan were all sons of the emperor. .

Kangxi was really feeling sorry, but not for the second brother, but for his own stature.

I have known for a long time that the emperor is a "lonely man", sitting on that chair, all the courtiers and people are kneeling under his majesty.

The emperor who enthroned at a young age has some thoughts in his heart about the family affection of ordinary people, right?
For this reason, he was able to respect and be filial to his aunt for most of his life, and value this "mother-child relationship"; when he thought of the Empress Yuan, he was so sad that he couldn't sleep all night, because he couldn't let go of the "marriage"; The young elder brother cherishes Hongxi, the eldest grandson, and hopes that he can enjoy the "family happiness" in his heart.

But it is like a dream, wearing the mask of an emperor, and it is impossible to tell which ones are sincere and which are deliberate.

The emperor's honor and favor sometimes become the target of jealousy, so be prepared to welcome back arrows from all sides...

What kind of news spreads the fastest in Beijing?
There is no doubt that it is naturally the news from the palace.Clan princes, civil and military officials, whoever has some power, whose "eyes" are blind and "ears" are deaf?

The honor and disgrace of life and death are tied to the emperor, and of course everyone pays special attention to the troubles in front of the emperor.

When it was time to hold the lanterns, almost all those "hands and eyes open to the sky" got the news, "At the second moment of Shenzheng (04:30 p.m.), Wansui and his eldest grandson Hongxi left Qianqing Palace, arrived at Yuqing Palace, and left at the third quarter of Youchu".

This night, how many people tossed and turned, how many people were thinking, how many people were hesitant, how many people felt resentful...

The right and wrong of the capital has nothing to do with Cao Yong who is running around for the time being.

After two days of trekking, on the evening of the 23rd of the first lunar month, Cao Yong and his group finally arrived at the left-wing ranch of Taipu Temple in Harani Dunjing.

The left-wing pasture on the side of Waihara Nidun well has a radius of [-] miles; the right-wing pasture on the Qiqierhan River has a radius of [-] miles.

It took five or six days before Cao Yong inspected and counted several grazing spots in the two pastures.

The loss of livestock here is more serious than Cao Yong imagined.

Twenty percent of the adult mules and geldings died, and more than half of the newly bred ponies in the past two years were lost due to the lack of fodder and the heavy snow and winter.

The Taipusi Ranch is like this, and some of the Eight Banners Ranch are further north than here, so the snowstorm will be more obvious.

How many accounts are consistent with the actual number of livestock in the ranch?

Even on the side of the Taipu Temple, Cao Yong is well aware that there is nearly a [-]% gap between the actual livestock location and the book.

This [-]% is shared by the governor of Chahar, the head of the Liangyi Ranch, and officials at all levels of the Taipu Temple. This is also the practice of the Taipu Temple Yamen.

Although Cao Yong was disgusted with such behavior, he did not think about changing it.

Left and right are not taking advantage of him, why bother to offend everyone?

Compared with other ranches, Taipusi Ranch is decent.I heard that at the Eight Banners Ranch, there are [-] to [-] percent of the "empty quota" for eating horses.

Today, [-]% of the animals are frozen to death. In addition to the previous vacancy, the number of horses in the Taipusi Ranch has actually decreased by one-third.

It may take three to five years to restore the number of livestock to the level before the snow disaster.

How about the Taipusi ranch, other Eight Banners ranches, the number of livestock is good enough to keep [-]% of the book.

The livestock in the royal ranch are raised by the state, and most of them are fat, strong and long-haired. If this is the case, let alone those ordinary herdsmen?
Like Batu's family, I don't know how many people have killed their livestock and have difficulty making a living.

Fortunately, there is frozen meat to satisfy the hunger. After two months, the frozen meat is exhausted, and famine is inevitable.

Although Monan Mongolia is regarded as an inner tribe by the imperial court, it does not mean that the imperial court can regard the Mongols as its people, otherwise there would be no inhumane "reduction policy".

The "reduction policy" is to limit the breeding of the population of various tribes in Mongolia.

When the population of each ministry reaches a certain upper limit, the excess will be massacred.

In order to maintain the face of "benevolence and righteousness" of the imperial court, there are not many times of direct "slaughter". Most of them are driven by the Eight Banners of Mongolia to stand in the front or provoke internal struggles in Mongolia during wars.

After several generations of marriage, most of the kings Baylor who now hold the power of various Mongolian ministries are nephews and grandsons of the Aixinjueluo clan.

They are nobles, they are rewarded and summoned by the emperor every year, and they live an increasingly extravagant life, so naturally they don't worry about being "reduced".

The Mongols who once dominated the grassland lost their wolves' blood in this way and became obedient citizens loyal to the Manchu court.

Sitting under the lamp, thinking of the situation of the Mongols, Cao Yong took out the mace given by Qimuge, and tried to think of a way to help the Barn family through the difficulties.

As for the other Mongolians, Cao Yong felt powerless...

As long as you can persist for half a year, until June or July, the water and grass are fertile, the grassland is full of vitality, the hares are jumping in the grass, and the gazelle is running happily.

Even if they don't make it through June or July, they are herdsmen after all. Unlike farmers who wait on the crops, they still have livestock to slaughter, so it shouldn't be a problem to barely survive.

Although he couldn't die from hunger, he lost the livestock he murdered. If he wanted to survive, he had to sell himself into slavery.

In addition to driving these slaves themselves, those Mongolian nobles sometimes secretly bought and sold some of the population to pass.

In the people's market in the capital, a young and strong Mongolian slave cost only ten taels of silver, and the price of a child was halved.

Mongols are strong, simple and honest, and easy to drive. Generally, people in the banner are willing to buy two and take them home.

In the blizzard that froze Jianma to death, if there was no enthusiasm and generosity of Batu, Cao Yong and his party would have died outside the Great Wall.

Although he only stayed at Batu's house for one night and ate two meals, it was a real life-saving grace.

Cao Yong's behavior is not to seek to be famous in the world, but to be worthy of my heart.Naturally, this great grace of life should be firmly kept in my heart, and I thought it would be better to thank him.

Cao Yong was thinking of a way, when he heard someone outside the door saying: "My lord, are you resting?"

It was Wei Hei's voice.

"No, Brother Wei, please come in quickly." Cao Yong put down his mace, answered, and got up to open the door.

Wei Hei came in with a skin bag, held it in front of Cao Yong, and said with a smile: "Young master has been running outside for the past two days, so be careful to catch the cold. You should drink two sips of wine to drive away the cold and relieve fatigue before resettlement."

"That's a good relationship, just drink two cups with Brother Wei..." At this point, Cao Yong looked out the window, it was already pitch black: "It's just late at night, don't bother the kitchen, let's drink with dried meat. "

While talking, he beckoned Wei Hei to sit at the table, took the bag of jerky and put it on the table.

Wei Hei had already taken two celadon teacups, poured two glasses of wine full, brought one to Cao Yong, and took the other by himself: "My lord, drink a couple of sips, this wine bag was placed on the kang in Lao Hei's room just now. It has been baked for a long time, and it is still hot."

Cao Yong picked it up with a smile, brought it to his mouth, and took a sip.Swallowing the warm wine down his throat, it was burning hot, and he felt his whole body warm up immediately.

"What a strong wine!" Cao Yong gasped, looking at the wine in the glass.

"That's right, this is the wine sold by Cui Fei in Zhangjiakou. Don't say it, even though it's a business in the palace, he doesn't say anything. The wine is authentic and has not been mixed with water. I can't blame their business. I heard that the leftovers from wine sales every year There are tens of thousands of taels of silver." Wei Hei said after taking a sip of his wine.

"Tens of thousands of taels of silver every year? Jian Wangfu, the family is very rich..." Cao Yong pondered, a smile gradually appeared on his face, and the worries accumulated in Fang Zai's heart disappeared...

(End of this chapter)