That day, Yinreng was listening to Tang Bin's lecture in the classroom, and heard a piece of news from him that shocked him greatly.

Kangxi actually encouraged the Manchu and Mongolian bannermen to participate in farming and hunting in the court.

Anyone who is interested can also engage in business or industry.

He also commented bluntly that the Bannermen should not abandon their ancestors' ability to make a living.

This really stirred up a hornet's nest.

The whole court was in uproar.

How many bannermen are there today?

According to the male register compiled three years ago, there were a total of 421,000 able-bodied men in the Eight Banners, including 64,000 Manchus, 31,000 Mongolians, and the rest were all Han army banners, or domestic slaves under the Manchu and Mongolian banners.

According to the ratio of one man to five people, the total number of people in the Manchu and Mongolian banners was less than 500,000.

Soldiers had to prepare for war every day and had no time to take care of their families. The part that Kangxi encouraged was the soldiers' families, but they had the soldiers' pay and did not have to worry about food and drink.

Under such circumstances, did Kangxi allow the bannermen to participate in farming and hunting?

Is this a joke?

The strange thing is that none of the beiles in the council of ministers jumped out to oppose it.

Kangxi also made it clear that this was encouragement, not compulsion.

Everyone was a little confused now.

Yinreng was also confused.

Did this happen at this time in my previous life?

No!

What went wrong?

Could it be that there are other fellow countrymen in the Qing Dynasty?

Yinreng was puzzled, so he decided to test Kangxi.

I found a sunny day, washed and changed clothes after class in the afternoon, and then went straight to the Qianqing Palace.

This time, Kangxi was not reviewing memorials, but meditating under a Buddha statue.

He doesn't believe in Buddhism.

But Xiaozhuang believed in Buddhism.

In order to commemorate Empress Xiaozhuang, he placed a mutton-fat jade statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva, which was Empress Xiaozhuang's favorite during her lifetime, in the study.

Whenever Kangxi encountered difficulties in government affairs, he liked to sit in front of the Buddha statue for a while.

When Kangxi heard that Yinreng wanted to see him, he only had to think about it for a moment before he understood why he came today.

"Send him in."

Kangxi stood up from the futon and walked to the desk and sat down.

"My son pays his respects to the Emperor."

"Get up."

Kangxi pointed to the chair next to him.

"sit."

After Yinreng sat down obediently, Kangxi asked him,

"No one comes to the temple for no reason. Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"My son has nothing to ask of me, but I have some questions in my mind that I would like to ask the Emperor."

Kangxi nodded, and as expected he came here for the decree.

"Ask."

"It's about your father encouraging the bannermen to participate in farming and hunting during the morning court session. I don't understand. The Manchu and Mongolian banners have very few people, so why did you let them participate in farming?"

Yinreng pretended to be ignorant even though he knew the truth, and stared at Kangxi with his big eyes blinking.

Kangxi rolled his eyes secretly. This kid is always pretending to be stupid!

"You're right. Compared to the Han people, the Manchus and Mongols are sparsely populated. But when Taizu conquered the world, he relied on the Eight Banners' unified military and political power, their bravery and fighting prowess, to occupy such a vast territory. Now that the Qing has been in the country for decades, and the civil unrest has been quelled, we should also pick up the things that our ancestors used to make a living. Otherwise, we will raise a bunch of parasites, which is not what our ancestors wanted."

Yinreng stared at Kangxi's face for a long time, but couldn't see anything wrong. He thought to himself,

"The old man doesn't look like he has a problem. Who could possibly have the guts to give him such advice..."

Kangxi raised his eyebrows and remained calm.

Yinreng then tried to test it.

"I wonder which adult has such foresight?"

Kangxi shook his head, and Yinreng thought that the old man was unwilling to speak, but he didn't expect that his next sentence would hit Yinreng hard.

"No one has advised me, these are just my thoughts. The Qing Dynasty cannot be in constant war. During peaceful times, the taxes collected from the treasury simply cannot support too many troops. When the time comes, we will definitely reduce the number of soldiers.

Those who are laid off are unlikely to survive if they don't know how to farm. While there are still some elderly people around who haven't handed down their inheritance to their ancestors, I've come up with this idea. I just don't know if anyone will take it seriously after I've mentioned it to them..."

Kangxi frowned in deep thought.

"If we drag it on until the national treasury can no longer afford the taxes, and then drive them out to farm, they will need Han people to teach them..."

He suddenly realized the problem.

Yinreng widened his eyes in shock. How could he know something that would only happen during the Qianlong period?

"No way, no way, could the old man really be from the same hometown?"

Kangxi came to his senses and was confused for a moment. Fellow villager? What was that?

Before I could react, I saw Yinreng speaking excitedly,

"The King of Heaven and the Tiger of Earth?"

After saying this, he held his breath, waiting for Kangxi's answer with anticipation and surprise in his eyes.

Kangxi's eyebrows wrinkled into a "川" shape.

"What?"

Yinreng's expectant expression cracked, and then he tried to test it again.

“Odds change, evens remain the same…”

Kangxi finally realized that Yinreng was testing him, but Yinreng didn't have any answer in his heart. Kangxi knew that he couldn't give an answer, so he just didn't think too much about it.

"What doesn't change?"

Yinreng was completely torn apart.

"We're not from the same hometown...Aa ...

The sudden noise made Kangxi tremble, but then he calmed down.

"Baocheng, what's wrong with you today?"

Yinreng was somewhat depressed and said weakly,

"My son is fine."

Kangxi pretended to be angry and said,

"You're talking nonsense, how can you be alright? Liang Jiugong, go call the imperial physician!"

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