In the first year of Chongzhen, like the north of the Ming Dynasty, Liaodong was in a great drought, and after the little grain snatched from North Korea was eaten, since the late winter of the first year of Chongzhen, the Jin country fell into famine again.

But this time, Huang Taiji did not dare to persecute the Han people in Liaodong too much, after the killing and escape of the old slave chieftains, there are not many Han people in Liaodong who can farm.

Huang Taiji didn't want to kill all these Han people, and without the farming people, Dajin would be completely reduced to the previous fishing and hunting society.

The yearning for the centralized system of the Ming Dynasty made Huang Taiji pay more attention to the Han people who could farm, and of course, in order to strengthen his personal authority, Huang Taiji also relied more and more on Han intellectuals.

A large number of Han intellectuals such as Fan Wencheng and Ning Wan I were increasingly reused by Huang Taiji and played an increasingly important role in the court of the Jin Kingdom.

Regardless of whether Zhu Youzhen is willing or not, under the leadership of Huang Taiji, the Jin State is still slowly transitioning from a slave society to a feudal society in accordance with historical inertia.

Relying on a little grain storage, he spent the somewhat cold spring day in the second year of Chongzhen, and the idea of Jin Guo going to the south to hunt grass valley became more and more noisy.

"Eighth brother, it looks like there is a little little rain this year."

After the beginning of spring, Mang Gurtai followed Huang Taiji to the Zhuangzi outside Shengjing to check the germination of spring wheat and beans, and after a round, even Mang Gurtai, who usually did not care about farming, saw that the situation was not good.

Because of the scarcity of spring rains, the bean seedlings and wheat seedlings in the field are somewhat sparse.

If Mang Gurtai is literate, he will definitely think of a poem by a poet of the Southern Dynasty: Morningside is desolate, and the grass is full of beans and seedlings.

And Huang Taiji, who was familiar with Han culture on the side, really remembered this poem, but he didn't have Tao Yuanming's state of mind.

Liaodong is bitterly cold, and it is the Xiaoice River period, the fields can only be ripe once a year, sowing in spring, harvesting in autumn, if this season's harvest is not good, the whole year is over.

Seeing this field where the grass is not full of bean seedlings and not in full bloom, Huang Taiji yearns for the kind of paddy field in the south of the Ming Kingdom that is at least two crops a year.

Picking up his gaze from the field, Huang Taiji looked out at the vast plain of the Liaohe River, full of fields like tofu blocks, and several old farmers were carrying water from the river not far away to irrigate the fields that did not belong to them.

Although this land does not belong to them, but no one dares to slack off, yesterday an old peasant was beaten to death scene is still vivid, although extremely angry, but the fear of death is still deeply imprinted in their minds.

Huang Taiji withdrew his gaze from the distance, looked at the sparse wheat seedlings again, shook his head, dragged his somewhat bloated body, got on an unusually strong horse with the help of the guards, pulled the reins, and went away.

"Alas!"

Mang Gurtai sighed, and also flew on the horse, following his eighth brother in the distance.

In the evening, Huang Taiji and his entourage returned to Shengjing, and after a short rest, Huang Taiji summoned Mang Gurtai, Dai Shan and Yue Tuo in the Octagonal Palace.

Of course, there are also Ning Wan and Fan Wencheng, at the insistence of Huang Taiji, the two of them are now able to enter the Octagonal Hall to discuss matters, but most of them work as clerks.

In the cold winter just past, Huang Taiji relied on the materials exchanged from Korea and Mongolia to win the hearts of some Jurchen nobles, and even Daishan and Amin also stopped a lot.

"Eighth brother, let's go to the south to grab a handful, otherwise many people will starve to death in each banner, and there are a lot of Han dogs who died last year, and my banner manpower is a little insufficient."

As soon as he arrived at the Octagonal Palace, before he sat down, he yelled, a Han dog, completely ignoring the two Hanchen standing on the side.

When Huang Taiji heard this, he was a little dissatisfied, when will these rammed goods learn the etiquette of seeing and driving, if they are in the Southern Dynasty, they will definitely be impeached by the imperial history.

was dissatisfied, but Huang Taiji did not show it on his face, and only then did he speak when everyone sat down.

"This year's rain is not abundant, and the seedlings are not good, this autumn grain must be very good, let's discuss it."

"What are you discussing, if you want me to say, go directly to the south to grab a handful, don't you have everything for the population, and you will learn from the southerners to farm the land, this land is so easy to plant? Our Ama started immediately, and he didn't learn how to farm the land, so he didn't build this huge country. ”

As soon as Huang Taiji said a word, Mang Gurtai shouted again, Huang Taiji's brows furrowed slightly, and his heart was even more unhappy.

"Fifth uncle, don't worry, this big sweat is letting us discuss this matter."

In the main hall, Dai Shan closed his eyes and recuperated, happy to see that the reckless man Gurtai made trouble for Huang Taiji, Ning Wan and Fan Wencheng did not dare to refute, the only one who could persuade was Yue Tuo.

In the Battle of Quang Ninh in the winter of the seventh year of the Apocalypse, Yue Tuo not only lost a city, but also lost an arm.

And the Ming army did it ruthlessly enough to directly level Guangning, although Huang Taiji then recaptured Guangning, but there was not even an empty city.

And not only Guangning, Tieshan, Lianshanguan and Yizhou are like this, the Ming army destroyed the city and ran, even if the Eight Banners Army recaptured, it was no longer of its previous use.

For more than a year, Jin Guo was also preparing to rebuild on the ruins, but the progress was slow.

Even if Huang Taiji looks down on the Ming army anymore, he has to explain that the army is absolutely enough.

And Yue Tuo, who lost an arm, after more than a year of cultivation, gradually adapted to such a life, although it was a little inconvenient, but it was better than death.

For the crime of losing Guangning, Huang Taiji only symbolically demoted it to Beizi, and still let him discuss in the Octagonal Palace.

Therefore, among the Jurchen military aristocracy, in addition to the descendants of Huang Taiji such as Hauge, Dolgon, and Zilharang, Yue Tuo is definitely the most hardcore supporter.

Hearing Yue Tuo's persuasion, and looking at Huang Taiji with a pale, Mang Gurtai let out a long sigh again, and sat heavily on the official hat chair.

"Phetho Baylor, you talk about it first."

Huang Taiji ignored Mang Gurtai and said to Dai Shan.

is different from the reckless man of Mang Gurtai, although Daishan and Huang Taiji are even more discordant, but they do a good job on the surface.

"Great Khan, our Jin Kingdom has been in arrears for several years, and the Ming Kingdom has strictly investigated the trade with our Jin Kingdom, and in the past two years, our Dajin has indeed been difficult."

Looking at Huang Taiji's face, Dai Shan thought about it and said.

"In the past two years, the Ming army has not known what's wrong, basically shrunk in the turtle shell of Ningjin and couldn't come out, even Mao Wenlong of the Dongjiang River also came out when we were defenseless, and when we counterattacked, they ran back into the sea."

Speaking of this, Dai Shan put the tea cup in his hand on the desk and said.

"It's said that he is a turtle grandson, not only has he been angry in the past two years, but he can't find anyone if he wants to fight, and if he doesn't fight, he can't even get a hair."

"The place in North Korea is poorer than us, even if we pinch out the urine, we can't eat enough, if you want me to say, we have to go to the south to see."

After Dai Shan finished speaking, he spit out a sullen breath, and a piece of tea squirted out of his mouth.