Early March of the twenty-third year of Chongzhen.
Officials recommended by the Minister of Revenue Xie Sanbin arrived in various parts of Jiangnan and began to implement the new policy.
Chongzhen, who was far away in the capital, had no idea of Xie Sanbin and the Donglin Party’s countermeasures, and even if he knew, he could only wait.
Chongzhen could only take action after they made a mistake and had evidence.
In fact, Chongzhen had long known that currency reform was a dead end.
It was precisely because it was a dead end that he made currency reform a national policy.
The imperial court profited from the currency reform, and the gentry wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to get a piece of the pie.
But the profit is so little, not enough for everyone to share.
So there will definitely be people who are planning to take advantage of the people.
If the people are pushed into a corner, civil unrest will occur.
After the civil unrest subsides, the entire officialdom in Jiangnan will be implicated, and there will be an opportunity for a reshuffle.
Chongzhen wanted to take advantage of the civil uprising and reshuffle to rectify the officialdom in the south of the Yangtze River and forcefully implement currency reform!
What if the people controlled their temper and no civil uprising occurred?
Then push them again!
This is a big chess game.
Chongzhen, civil service group, nobles, gentry...
These people are both chess players and chess pieces.
The difference between a chess player and a chess piece is that the former has choices, but the latter does not.
The people of the Ming Dynasty belonged to the latter.
Chongzhen hoped that the people would live well and that no one would be left behind by the time he finished playing this game of chess.
"Your Majesty!" Wang Chengen walked in from outside the palace gate while he was thinking about thousands of things. "The cabinet reported that the leader of the Ordos tribe, E'linchen, and the leader of the Western Tumed tribe, Omubu, have led an envoy to Changping and will arrive in the capital tomorrow morning."
Chongzhen stretched and asked, "Who will escort them to Beijing?"
It's called escort, but it's actually surveillance.
Prevent them from harassing people along the way.
"The delegation has a total of 2,000 people. The section from Xuanfu to Datong is escorted by Li Xingzhong's troops, the section from Yanqing to Changping is escorted by Dingxi Bo Tang Tong's troops, and the section from Changping to the capital is under the charge of Li Xianzhong." Wang Chengen replied.
"Yes," Chongzhen nodded, "Send a message to Li Xianzhong, and arrange for 3,000 brave guards to line up outside the city to welcome the delegation tomorrow. At the same time, send a message to the Beijing camp, and order them to place heavy artillery on the road leading into the city!"
"I want to let the Mongols see the elite of the Ming Dynasty!"
"I obey your order!" Wang Chengen ran out happily.
After the decree was issued, the entire capital suddenly fell into bustle.
Especially Liu Wenyao, the governor of the Beijing camp.
After learning that the artillery would be moved out of the city for display, Liu Wenyao immediately began to make arrangements.
Artillery can be divided into light and heavy types. In order to intimidate the Mongols, light and medium artillery weighing hundreds of pounds must not be deployed.
Otherwise it would be shameful enough.
If you want to display it, you have to use a red cannon weighing thousands of pounds!
Under his command, hundreds of red cannons were transported out of the city and placed on both sides of the official road.
In order to ensure that these cannons were safe and sound, he arranged for three thousand soldiers to camp outside the city to guard them.
The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.
It was still chilly in the capital city in early March.
The north wind whistled past, and the flags fluttered in the wind.
The defenders on the city wall stood proudly.
With a harsh friction sound, the gate of the imperial city was opened from the inside.
Immediately afterwards, three thousand cavalrymen slowly walked out of the city gate and marched in a line towards Fucheng Gate in the west.
"It's the Yongwei Camp!" some sharp-eyed people exclaimed after seeing it.
Not only were all the soldiers in the Yongwei Camp wearing armor, but their horses were also wearing armor.
They walked at a constant speed on the street, waving the national flag of the Ming Dynasty, the Li-shaped flag and the tiger-head flag.
The people of the capital were confused and stood on both sides of the road, asking, "Where are you going, sir?"
The soldiers of the Yongwei Camp rode on their horses in silence.
Military discipline does not allow them to chat up people.
A commoner nearby answered: "Why ask? It must be a demonstration to the Mongolian delegation!"
"A demonstration?"
"Yes, the Mongolian delegation is coming to Beijing today! In order to let them see the artillery of our Ming Dynasty, the Beijing Camp has moved more than half of the artillery outside the city gate."
"Which gate?"
"Of course it's Fuchengmen!"
There are two ways to pay tribute.
Those coming from the east go through Chaoyang Gate, those coming from the west go through Fucheng Gate, and those coming from the north and south need to go around to the east and west sides to enter the city.
"Let's go and take a look!"
"That's a must. If you go too late there won't be room left!"
The soldiers of the Yongwei Camp walked in front, and the people followed behind, and they passed through the Fucheng Gate in a mighty procession.
When we arrived outside the city, the first thing that caught our eyes was hundreds of red cannons.
These cannons were neatly placed on both sides of the official road.
The metallic gun body and the pitch-black muzzle make people shudder.
The people gathered in the distance to watch the excitement, while the soldiers of the Brave Guard Battalion continued to march westward, passed the artillery position, and lined up in an adjacent open area to wait.
call--
Crash——
The north wind blew on the flags, and the flags hit the flagpoles, making an exciting sound.
In the cold wind, a team of scouts came running from a distance.
"Report!" The leading scout came to the side of Liu Wenyao, the governor of the Beijing Camp, and said, "Your Excellency the Governor, the delegation has reached three miles away!"
"Investigate again and report back!" Liu Wenyao rode on his horse with an expressionless face.
"Yes!" The scout sped away.
Three miles away.
The leader of the Ordos tribe, E'linchen, and the leader of the Western Tumed tribe, O'mubu, were resting their troops in front of a temple.
Drink water, feed horses, tidy up clothes, etc.
This is common practice.
After a brief rest, the team set off again.
Soon, the delegation arrived outside Fuchengmen.
After Liu Wenyao completed the handover with the escorting generals, he led eight personal soldiers to urge their horses forward.
When he was ten feet away from E'linchen and O'mubu, he stopped his horse.
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