In the Imperial City of Jinling, Emperor Zhu Yousong, who was in the early dynasty, was furious, "What a Liu Xizuo, what a Yongli, my good imperial uncle!" Zhu Yousong threw the fold in his hand to the ground, "Don't fall into my hands!" ”

"Your Majesty, you have to be the master of your ministers, the dog is dedicated to serving His Majesty, but he doesn't want to be poisoned by this." Qian Qianyi, a dignified leader in the literary world, was lying on the ground crying without any image at the moment, and even Ma Shiying and others were almost moved by compassion when they saw it.

"Qian Aiqing, please get up, I will seek justice for you." Zhu Yousong frowned and looked at Qian Qianyi below and said, deep down, although he didn't have much prejudice against the Donglin Party, he didn't regard them as his henchmen, and only valued Ma Shiying, Ruan Dacheng and others, but as the emperor, he had to say it well.

"What do you think I should do with the south?" Zhu Yousong sat back on the dragon chair and asked.

Shi Kefa, the secretary of the military department, said: "The minister thinks that the top priority is the Qing army in the north and the Dashun army withdrawn from Beijing, and as for the imperial court in Guangzhou, it is better to maintain the situation of mutual non-aggression. ”

Qian Qianyi stopped doing it and retorted: "Does Master Shi mean that the dog died in vain, and His Majesty's majesty was trampled on like this?" ”

"Lord Qian, this official naturally doesn't mean this, but everything should be based on the overall situation."

Zhu Yousong saw that the two were about to quarrel, so he turned to Ma Shiying and asked, "What is Ma Aiqing's opinion?" ”

Ma Shiying took a step out: "Back to Your Majesty, the minister thinks what Master Shi said is very true. ”

Ruan Dacheng, the squire of the military department, also echoed: "Your Majesty, the Dashun army has entered Huguang, and Zuo Liangyu, the Marquis of Ningnan, who is guarding Wuchang, has no idea what he wants, so he has to guard against it, and the Qing army is also approaching the Huai River, and the situation is not optimistic. ”

These people with great power have opposed the dispatch of troops to Guangdong, and Qian Qianyi, a civilian official who has no real power and can only rely on Ma Shiying, has no choice but to accept his fate. What's more, the views of Shi Kefa and others are the most correct.

After the court, the depressed Qian Qianyi returned to the Qian Mansion and called Dong Xiaowan to relieve his grief.

Outside the Qian Mansion, Gu Jiang and Guizhuang wandered again and again, knocking on the door.

A servant opened the door, looked at the two of them and asked, "Who are you and what is the matter?" ”

"In Xiaguizhuang, this is Gu Jiang, a classmate in Xia, both of us are talents from Kunshan, Suzhou Prefecture. Gui Zhuang replied politely.

The servant raised his eyebrows: "My lord is a scholar of the Ministry of Rites of the Dynasty, and he is a member of the second grade, how can you see it when you say it?" ”

Guizhuang took a deep breath and took out some silver that he had made up with Gu Jiang before: "Please let the little brother inform us." ”

The servant quickly took the silver, looked at Guizhuang with disgusted eyes, and said, "Since you are so sincere, then I will reluctantly help you once." ”

The servant walked slowly inward, knocked on the door outside the hall to report to Qian Qianyi: "Master, there are two poor people outside the mansion who want to see you, you are..."

"Get out! Didn't I say don't bother me? Qian Qianyi was rarely angry, and picked up an inkstone and threw it towards the door.

The servant was taken aback, the usual Qian Qianyi is quite gentlemanly, and it is not bad for them to be subordinates, this time I don't know what medicine I took wrong on the morning court. He didn't dare to say anything more, and ran away.

Guizhuang and Gu Jiang outside the mansion saw that the gate was open again, and anxiously greeted them, but before they could speak, the servant only opened a crack, poked out half of his head, and said indifferently: "Our master has no one, hurry up and leave." ”

With a "clang", the door was closed, leaving only the two people outside the door at a loss and disheartened.

"Brother Gui, this court is like this up and down, I said a long time ago that I would go to Guangzhou to find Han Lin, I heard that the situation over there is completely different." Gu Jiang complained that these days they have been eating a lot of closed-door soup and being blinded.

"Didn't I also consider that the roots of both you and me are here," Guizhuang sighed and laughed at himself: "Now we can only leave Nanzhili, anyway, for the two of us little people, whether it is in Jinling or Guangzhou, there is no difference." ”

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At a time when the situation was tense and the situation was tense, Han Lin temporarily left Guangzhou, the center of power, and went to the junction of Jiangxi and Guangdong, near Dingnan.

"Lord Han, let's rest for a while."

April has not yet entered summer, but it is located in the south, and the time is gradually approaching noon, the sun is hanging high in the sky, and Han Lin, who is shirtless and meticulously working in the paddy fields, is already sweating like rain.

Many places south of the Yangtze River can be planted with two seasons of rice, also known as double-cropping rice, a ripe can be planted from the end of March, planted to the Gregorian calendar July can be harvested, the time is short, the yield is not high, generally about two quintals, the second season of rice from the Gregorian calendar July to the stubble of a season of rice field planting to harvest after frost, this season's yield is about three quintals.

Han Lin wiped his sweat with his arm and walked to the ridge: "Uncle Wang, didn't you say it, just call me Han Lin directly." ”

"How can this be done," Uncle Wang said resolutely, "You are the immortal in the sky, and you dare not call your name." Lord Han, let's drink some water first. ”

Han Lin took the pottery bowl containing water, and did not dislike the impurities and crumbs in it, and drank it directly.

"Lord Han, the meals at home are almost ready, let everyone go back to eat first and rest well."

"Okay." Han Lin shouted to Yilong next to him, "Yilong, let the brothers stop." ”

Han Lin and the others walked from the field to the village, and the people they met along the way were full of gratitude and greeted Han Lin and the others warmly.

Uncle Wang's village is called Seventeen Villages, and the reason why the name is so strange is that this village was newly established three years ago, and almost all the villagers have migrated from other provinces. They could no longer survive in the original place, so they came to Guangdong, accepted unified management, and gathered in the same village with the same or similar hometowns, ranging from a few hundred to thousands, and the village was directly named after the number. Regardless of gender, old and young, everyone can get five acres of land, two of which belong directly to themselves, and the remaining three acres are leased, and after two years of planting, they will also belong to themselves. There is no agricultural tax for the first two years, and only five percent of the tax is taken after two years.

In the past few years, the population of the world has decreased sharply, but the population of Guangdong has increased instead of decreasing, and it is growing rapidly. From Han Lin's initial acceptance of displaced people from other places to the present, Guangdong's population has grown from 3.5 million to more than 4.2 million.

The fly in the ointment is that due to the original bureaucratic system, these displaced people can only stay far away from the towns, unable to truly integrate into local life, and they are still black households with no identity.

However, now that Han Lin has made drastic reforms, dismissed a large number of corrupt officials and corrupt officials, and strictly ordered the newly appointed magistrates to do a good job in the resettlement of displaced people, their lives have really begun to get on the right track.

Han Lin and more than a dozen people were originally going to live in the barracks of the Third Brigade, but the villagers warmly invited them to live in the villagers' homes.

Han Lin and Yilong returned to Uncle Wang's house, and several large bowls of white rice, a few plates of green vegetables and tofu, and a small bowl of extravagant pork were already on the table. For people like Uncle Wang, although the problem of food and clothing has been solved, even during the New Year's holidays, there is basically no shadow of meat. However, the village collectively raised more than a dozen pigs, and when they learned of the arrival of Han Lin and others, they also went to work in the field in person, and specially killed a few pigs to entertain Han Lin and them.

Han Lin used the principles of the Yuejia Army of the Southern Song Dynasty to "freeze to death without demolishing houses, starving to death without looting", and the People's Liberation Army in later generations to "not take a stitch from the masses" and other principles to govern the army, so he naturally had to set an example, and the cost of accommodation and food for the villagers was only a lot more, and if they didn't collect it, they couldn't live it, and those enthusiastic villagers could only accept the silver they were given.

After another ordinary and busy day, Han Lin was about to go to bed at night, when a soldier with a hurried look knocked on the door of Uncle Wang's house.

Uncle Wang went to open the door, saw a panting soldier, and asked with concern, "Little brother, are you here to find Lord Han?" ”

"That's right, where is Commander Han?" The soldier paused for a moment, then spoke anxiously.

"I'm here." Uncle Wang was about to answer, but Han Lin had already come out dressed neatly.

"Commander," the soldier saluted, and took out a secret letter from his bosom, "the brigade commander asked me to hand it over to you personally." ”

"It's hard work," Han Lin took the secret letter and immediately opened it to read.

Han Lin's face quickly sank, and after a while, he crumpled the letter paper in his hand fiercely, and said angrily in his mouth: "Damn Zheng Zhilong, no wonder he will take refuge in the Qing people in the future!" ”

It turned out that the envoys sent by Han Lin to various places would not leave Guangdong too far, and Fuzhou, Fujian, where Zheng Zhilong, who was an official to the Fujian General Army, was not within this range. Unexpectedly, Zheng Zhilong was named Nan Anbo by the imperial court of Jinling, and in order to invite merit from him, he actually sent troops to search for the Yongli Dynasty Qincha who went to Fujian, but anyone who resisted was directly beheaded to set an example.

In history, Zheng Zhilong once said what is the difference between being a courtier of the Ming Dynasty and a courtier of the Qing Dynasty, but it is just a change of master, so after seeing the Qing people's strength, he did not hesitate to surrender to the Qing people, and the Longwu Dynasty collapsed so quickly.

Zheng Zhilong not only acted against those envoys, but even sent troops to the junction of Guangdong and Fujian, making a posture of attacking southward, although it was almost certain that this was just a bluff, and it was Zheng Zhilong's means to curry favor with Emperor Hongguang, but he also had to guard against it.

"Uncle Wang, there is something to do, Han Lin said goodbye first." Han Lin said goodbye to Uncle Wang.

"Huh? Do you want to go now, it's so dark outside? ”

"Gotta go, I'll definitely come back to see you next time. A dragon, let's go! Yilong packed up his things and followed Han Lin, called the brothers of the Guards Regiment who lived in other people's homes, and rushed to Guangzhou under the stars.

After Han Lin and the others left, when Uncle Wang and other villagers cleaned up their mattresses, they all found a silver ingot, and they all rushed out of the house, but unfortunately they had gone away, so they could only accept it with tears in their eyes, and always remember this kindness.