The weather was biting cold.

Just last night, the first snow of the winter fell.

By the end of the night, the streets of Beijing had been covered in snow and ice.

Whether it is the mansion compound of the prince and the magnates, or the small courtyard in the ordinary alley alley, it is all covered in silver.

The rich families burned charcoal pots, while the poor families had to collect dry wood to heat their homes.

No matter how hard life is, it always has to go on.

Even the flag soldiers complained bitterly.

At this time last year, rice, noodles, wine and meat had already been distributed to everyone for the winter. But this year, it has been delayed again and again.

That's not all, but since last month, even the monthly salary has begun to be in arrears.

It is only natural for a soldier to eat food. The emperor is not short of hungry soldiers.

If it weren't for the hardcore crops, who would want to work on the battlefield?

Now that this hardcore crop is gone, it's not the same treatment as the green battalion soldiers.

If that's the case, everyone will still be a fart soldier.

It's just that no one dares to make trouble at this juncture.

After all, not long ago, Prince Su Haoge rebelled, and the regent mobilized all the forces of Jingshi to quell the rebellion.

Now that people are angry, whoever makes trouble at this juncture will really die.

I had no choice but to grit my teeth and tighten my belt to get through this cold winter.

When the winter is over, the imperial court should allocate some grain and rice, right?

Fortunately, they have more or less some food in their homes, and it is not a problem to survive a winter.

And at this moment, in the palace of Prince Rui, the regent Dolgon is also worried.

What worries him is not only the shortage of food in Beijing, but also the report from Shaanxi.

For the third time, Azig was urging Dorgon to allocate food.

If you want food, you want food, and you want food all over the world, so won't you think of a way for yourself?

Dolgon is not a fairy, how can he do everything.

In the past, the reason why Dolgon was able to respond to requests was because of Zheng Zhilong.

Now that Zheng Zhilong himself is finished, how can he take care of Dolgon.

Now Dolgon's hopes are pinned on the potatoes in Fan Wencheng's mouth.

I don't know if this legendary cold-tolerant and drought-tolerant crop with a very high yield per mu is really so magical.

According to Fan Wencheng, the fine work planted in Shandong will be started in the near future. Let's hope for a good outcome.

But far water can't quench the thirst of the near. Even if the potatoes are really as magical as the legend says, the harvest will be the next year when they are sown and harvested.

Dolgon's immediate priority now is to get through this winter first.

He purchased a batch of grain through the channels of Jin merchants, although the quantity was not large, but it was barely enough for the Azig Department to survive the winter.

As for Dolgon himself, Jingshi still has some food reserves, which should be able to survive.

In order to survive the difficulties, Dolgon has ordered the bannermen of the Han and Mongolian Eight Banners to pay and hand over the grain.

This led to great dissatisfaction among the Han and Mongolian Eight Banners.

They didn't say it explicitly, but they secretly slandered Dorgon.

Dorgon knew this, too.

However, there is no way, the interests of the Eight Banners need to be protected first.

The green battalion soldiers were poor one by one, and they couldn't squeeze out any oil and water, so they could only shoot at the Hanmeng Eight Banners.

If you are poor, you will think about change.

Dolgon was about to write an edict ordering Korea to immediately raise grain for transportation to Liaodong, and then transfer it from Shenyang to Jingshi.

The DPRK, although also poor, is at least better off than the Tatars.

These grassland talents are really poor and white, and they have no oil and water to fish.

North Korea's words can still squeeze out something.

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Approaching the end of the year, Zhu Cihong finally got a good news.

Yuan Jixian had conquered Guangzhou, captured Ding Kuichu, and would soon escort him to Beijing.

As for Fujian, Zheng Zhilong gave up all important things and took the initiative to go to sea and escape. The chase will definitely not be able to catch up, but the heavy firearms left by Zheng Zhilong can equip the Ming army, which is also good news.

Now only Guangxi is still resisting.

King Gui probably also knew the fate of confronting the imperial court, so he desperately defended it.

Zhu Cihong hoped that the rebellion would be put down as soon as possible.

Solve this worry, and you can have no scruples about the Northern Expedition.

Otherwise, I always feel like a fish in my throat, and I can't do anything.

As for Zheng Zhilong's escape to the sea, Zhu Cihong was not very worried.

Without a foundation, this guy can't set off any strong winds and waves.

Only wait for the imperial court to solve the Manchu Qing and then free up his hands to completely cut it off.

After the recovery of Fujian, the Manchu Qing Dynasty's contact with Zheng Zhilong was cut off, and it was probably not easy to live without food to supply them.

For the Ming Dynasty, it occupies the right time and place, and it is really unreasonable to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop.

Zhu Cihong decided to wait until the beginning of spring to launch the Northern Expedition. This cold and snowy place is really not suitable for war.

Just when Zhu Cihong was in a good mood and was about to leave the palace for a walk, suddenly the cabinet sent an urgent performance.

Zhu Cihong didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly unfolded it to see.

But I saw that it was the Sichuan governor Wen'an.

The content of the song is very simple, it is about the sacrifice of the remnants of the thief.

After the deaths of Zhang Xianzhong and Sun Kewang, Li Dingguo and Ai Nengqi fled to Jianchang and continued to resist stubbornly.

Wen Anzhi tried several times, but they did not waver.

This time, their attitude suddenly changed, and they took the initiative to ask Daming to surrender.

They sent people to Chengdu to present the surrender table to Wen Anzhi. Wen Anzhi didn't dare to make a decision, so he wrote a note to ask for the opinion of the Son of Heaven.

Zhu Cihong couldn't calm down for a long time after seeing this recital.

Li Dingguo has always been a famous general in his mind, and it is a pity that such a famous general is not in his pocket.

Now Li Dingguo actually took the initiative to ask for surrender. Although I don't know if he is sincere, it is definitely good news for Zhu Cihong.

Maybe Li Dingguo has really reached the point where it is unsustainable, and there is no other way out except to surrender to the imperial court.

Zhu Cihong picked up the pen without hesitation and wrote a quasi-word on the note.

After approving the recital, Zhu Cihong ordered someone to draft a central decree and clearly stated his intentions to Wen Anzhi.

If Li Dingguo and Ainengqi can be subdued this time, there will be no hidden dangers in the southwest.

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Zheng Chenggong looked at the extravagant Zheng mansion, and his mood was extremely sad.

Just ten years ago, the Zheng family was still a loyal minister of the imperial court, but now it is a traitor that His Majesty wants to suppress.

What an irony.

Everything was like a dream, and now that I woke up, all the treasured things that Zheng Chenggong once had had come to naught.

Fortunately, he chose the right path at the beginning, and the Zheng family still has seeds now.

But the more this happened, the more Zheng Chenggong felt that the burden on his shoulders was pressing him, and he was a little out of breath.

He can't make mistakes, and he must not make mistakes again.

If you make another mistake, the Zheng family will really be doomed.

"Seal it up!"

Zheng Chenggong waved his hand and sighed.

He knew that after this order was issued, the foundation created by his father would be in vain, and the future of the Zheng family would depend on him.

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