Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 270 Choice
Three people and three classes. Cao Sanxi is a typical businessman. He heard that looting is nothing to do with him, and his boss has a relationship with Hou Jin. He is very happy.

Xing Hongniang is a rebel, the fire can't burn herself, and she can teach the government a lesson. Xing Hongniang is very happy, and she must not have thought about the loss of life when the Qing army entered the customs. The psychology of the two of them is exactly the contemporary The mentality of most Ming people, the concept of the country and the nation are indifferent. This kind of environment lasted until the fall of the Ming Dynasty.

As for Zhou Yuji, there are few loyal people who care about this country in this era, but he is still in the camp of thieves, and this meeting is a waste of time and sighs.

However, this day is still somewhat rewarding. He inherited Huang Taiji’s sinicization policy and was the one who won over the remaining officials of the Ming Dynasty. It can be said that if it weren’t for Dorgon, with the five-year-old little emperor Fulin, there would be those who grabbed a vote. Just run away, short-sighted Manchu nobles, the Qing army cannot settle this country.

There must be a political alliance between Dorgon and Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang Bumbutai, that is, Dayuer, otherwise the ambitious Dorgon would not have died in Huang Taiji. Da Yuer's son, as for whether the two have an affair, Song Qingshu can only pray that there is one thing in the Qing palace drama that is true, that Hauge can be caught in bed smoothly, and this guy Dorgon has been tricked.

Even if he didn't succeed, at least he planted ambition in Hauge's heart today. It would be fun if he could start a successor war within Houjin in the future.

"Okay, that's the way it is. It is estimated that within two days, Tumot Taiji Wenbu Chuhuer will be ready to fully contact us for business and business. After the goods are sold, we will be ready to go home!"

Going home is always the biggest temptation for Chinese people. When they heard Song Qingshu talk about going home, several people immediately became motivated and packed up their things. Cao Sanxi went out to prepare the goods, and Xing Hongniang happily hung up the red top wearing a toy. On the wall, as for Song Qingshu himself, he yawned.

He was too tired last night. He skipped classes in college for three days and never exhausted his energy. He urgently needs to sleep for a while.

Rubbing his eyes and sending people away, Song Qingshu was about to lie down in a daze, but when he turned his head suddenly, Zhou Yuji was still standing there like a stupid pillar.

"Old Zhou, what's the matter?"

After hesitating violently for a while, Zhou Yuji raised his head excitedly, looked at Song Qingshu and said urgently.

"Commander! The other party is Donglu, our great enemy of the Ming Dynasty, Donglu. Will the commander still cooperate with them and sell things to the grassland?"

"If we don't sell it, will there be no merchants in Shanxi to sell it?"

"But handsome!"

Feeling much less sleepy, Song Qingshu also rubbed his forehead in distress.

"I know how to measure. Anyone in our company who brings goods to the grassland must control their mouths and know what to say and what not to say. But if we go and quit, merchants, just like Mr. Cao, They will be hard to control, and if we don’t sell things to the grasslands, the Mongols and Manchus who lack ready-made clothes and leather shoes can still live, and they will be more fierce and hungry to attack Daming.”

"Old Zhou, now the Ming Dynasty is in turmoil. In the future, we need to help the country and support the sky with one hand. On the one hand, we need money to expand our influence. On the other hand, we also need information about Houjin. If you were me, how would you choose? "

Zhou Yuji was also confused by this rhetorical question. He looked at Song Qingshu, and then looked down at his calloused hands, which had been wielding knives and swords all year round. After all, this Liaodong man sighed, hugged Song Qingshu, and retreated silently. After going out and watching him leave, Song Qingshu suddenly lost his sleepiness, and sat beside the bed with a self-deprecating grin.

"What's the difference between this and sending money to the country?"

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In the Little Ice Age of this year, not only the Ming Dynasty suffered disasters, but the Mongolian grasslands and Liaodong disasters were actually more serious. Nurhachi raised the butcher's knife frantically to the Han people. It may be that there was no reason for the disaster. Later, Huang Taiji was more shrewd and used the disaster through war Transferred to Daming.

But this can't offset the cold winter in the north. Song Qingshu bought from the grassland and sold it back to the grassland. Warm leather clothes and leather shoes are all in short supply, and no merchant can provide such a huge amount of goods like Daixian Qihuo. Huang Taiji personally intervened, and Xitu Mote Taiji was full of confidence, patted his chest and assured that he was determined to get the raw materials Song Qingshu needed.

In this way, the business relationship between Xitu Mote, or Houjinhanting and Jiaduobao was settled. This time, because of Huang Taiji's relationship, the Mongolian tribe also gave out a lot of gold and silver, and even He also sent Song Qingshu more than 100 Mongolian warriors as store bodyguards. This business trip can be said to have made a lot of money.

But with such a large amount of wealth, Song Qingshu rarely seemed unhappy.

The Mongolian warriors given to Song Qingshu by Wembu Chuhuer reminded Song Qingshu that Houjin could recruit the Mongols as accomplices. In the name of grazing, more than [-] Mongolian riders were successively recruited, and [-] of them were men, which was also one of the gains from going north.

Mongols have always been a sensitive factor. Song Qingshu didn't dare to bring them into the customs so directly. He sent someone to contact Jiang Xing near the mouth of the tiger, and changed these accustomed Mongols into Han clothes. The batches mixed in, and this time Jiang Xiang finally found time to meet Song Qingshu in a small shop near the Great Wall in the north of Datong.

"How about it, shopkeeper Song, what is the situation of the Mongolians in the north? Only your caravan has arrived in Guihua City in the past few months, and the other merchants have been blocked in the south of Daqing Mountain. What information do you have?"

This got mixed up with the deputy chief soldier of Datong Town, Jiang Xiang changed his shotgun and changed his guns. He was dressed in a high-end Wen Shanjia, and his face seemed to be a little white and fat. However, Datong is his old nest, and the heavy military pressure from the north really made him feel uncomfortable. Jiang Xiang, who had been suffering for the past two months, had bloodshot eyes in his dripping round tiger eyes. When he entered the small shop, he didn't care about the politeness, and asked urgently when he came up.

Jiang Xiang is powerful, greedy, selfish, and a little timid. Otherwise, in history, he would not be the first to join Dashun after the destruction of Zhou Yuji Ningwuguan. It’s still a little bit. Later, he went south and north with Li Jiantai. Anyway, he returned to the Ming Dynasty. He fought a bloody battle with the Qing army that was several times his own. In the end, he was killed by his subordinates. In order to retaliate, the Qing general Azig almost killed Datong Town. It is said that The corpses were almost piled up to the height of the city wall, and only five death row inmates in the city were saved from death.

Seeing that he was in a hurry, Song Qingshu didn't hold back, and directly told Jiang Xiang what he had seen and heard this time, and finally sighed.

"This time, the Queen's Lord, Huang Taiji, came to Guihua City in person. In order to appease the hearts of the Mongolian tribes, Donglu will definitely invade the south on a large scale this winter and next spring. Mr. Jiang, the Xuanfu of Datong has always been the barrier of the Central Plains. We little people can count on you!"

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Jiang Xiang showed a very helpless wry smile.

"Shopkeeper Song, you count on me, but I don't know who to count on!"

"You are my own, and I won't hide it from you. Datong Town has 20 soldiers at most. How many do you think there are now?"

"Early 4000! That's old and weak! Originally, there were [-] left, but the mother's Ma family rebellion consumed more than [-]. If the Tartars invade on a large scale, this Datong will be a sieve!"

Nine sides and nine sides have almost become the biggest impression in the history of the Ming Dynasty. Song Qingshu also knew that Datong Town had recently mobilized a lot of soldiers, but he never thought that there were only so few left. People can't even put together two lines of defense.

"Where did that person go?"

"They were all transferred to the Yellow River. The rogues from Shaanxi are now wrapped up in the north of Henan by the army. They are packed to death, but no one dares to go up. Last month, I wrote a letter to the court. The side affairs are about to start. Please call back the troops, do you know how the Ministry of War sent me back? Guard the city!"

He and Song Qingshu had a common conspiracy, but he really didn't treat Song Qingshu as an outsider, so he took a sip of wine, and it was rare for Jiang Xiang to point out angrily.

"With that few soldiers, I can at most keep Datong, and the rest of the place can only ask for blessings. Song Dong's family, you and Yanmenguan General Qiu Ming are good friends. Whether Yanmen Dai County can be preserved is up to you." It's up to you!"

This Jiang Xiang still had Song Qingshu's idea in mind, who knew that after hearing the news, Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat again, the Shaanxi rebels were surrounded by the Yellow River!
It's really his mother's name that Fu Wushuang comes, and misfortunes never come singly!Jiang Xing said so. It seems that the battle situation has indeed developed to a certain extent. If the Shaanxi Peasant Army is really completely wiped out, he will really be alone.

"Master Jiang, there are still some things that need to be dealt with in Song's business, so I won't drink with you today. Another day, another day, Song will definitely send it to the house."

"Song Dong's family is being polite."

When Song Qingshu was worried about his old nest and wanted to go back to defend in a hurry, Jiang Xiang didn't keep him any longer, and after a few polite words, he also left in a hurry to prepare for the border defense.

Handing over the gold and silver goods to Cao Sanxi and slowly bringing them back, Song Qingshu himself first drove the four-wheeled carriage that existed in Datong back along the official road at high speed, the wheels were speeding, and he stared at the map along the way. His face was also ashen.

Difficult!

(End of this chapter)