"It's all for me!"

When going to the big tent of the Chinese army, Fan Wencheng took a deep breath, and then looked at the cowhide tent the size of several rooms, he knew, not to mention that it was just getting cold today, even in Manchuria, where water was dripping into ice, this cowhide tent could block the cold of Manchuria.

In the tent lit by butter candles, Fu Lin, dressed in bright yellow cotton armor, was reading a book there.

"The slave knocks on the emperor!"

The front foot entered the account, and Fan Wencheng hurriedly kowtowed. Fu Lin, who was originally reading a book, hurriedly put down the book in his hand and said enthusiastically.

"Mr. Fan! Quick, move a Maza for Mr. Fan! ”

Although Fulin seemed very polite, Fan Wencheng still adhered to his so-called "way of a courtier", choosing to kneel and bow instead of sitting there, for his temper, of course Fulin is very clear, and he is also very happy, this is the duty of a slave, and he will never be pampered.

"Hey, Mr. Fan, it's up to you, whatever you ......"

After Fan Wencheng repeatedly refused, although Fulin seemed to sigh, he actually appreciated that this slave could abide by his duty as a slave at any time, and what the Great Qing Kingdom needed was such a slave!

Whether it is a banner man or not, the first thing the Great Qing Kingdom needs is a minion, not a person!

Although his hatred for Dolgon has not been dissolved even after his death, he strongly agrees with the "way of the slave" set by Dorgon. "Slave Han" is the foundation of the Great Qing State based on China, or if it cannot be "Slave Han", the Great Qing State can only roll back to Guanwai in disgrace, and even Manchuria may not be able to be saved.

"Mr. Fan, you were originally retired at home, and you shouldn't have bothered you to be idle, but now that I am in the Qing Dynasty, it is the time to employ people, so I don't pay so much attention to it, besides, with an old minister like you by my side, I can rest assured, back then, you gave advice to the emperor, and made great contributions to my Qing Dynasty's entry into the customs.

Compared with most Manchus who speak a fluent Chinese dialect, Fulin speaks fluent Liaodong Mandarin, with almost no Manchu pronunciation.

Kneeling in the tent, Fan Wencheng immediately returned the story.

"Your Majesty, being able to give advice to the emperor is really an honor for the emperor to the slaves, but there is one sentence, the slaves don't know whether to say it or not!"

Fan Wencheng's answer made Fu Lin stunned, looked at the old slave kneeling on the ground, pondered for a moment, and then nodded and said.

"In the past, when the emperor was here, he asked Mr. Fan if he agreed with everything, and if he had anything to say, you could just say it."

"Your Majesty, this imperial expedition has indeed shocked the morale of my Qing Dynasty, and it has attracted the attention of all the people in the world. The emperor can do not hesitate to recruit for the people of the world, which is really my blessing of the Qing Dynasty, my luck of the Qing Dynasty, and even more of the luck of the people of the world......"

One by one, Fan Wencheng did not get to the point, he knew the emperor's temper, the emperor likes to be praised, he praised it so much, only to make the smile on Fulin's face thicker and thicker, this time the royal driving pro-conquest, most of the court and China are opposed, in the end, or the queen mother knows him, and speaks to support it, but there is one condition, that is, let Fan Wencheng follow him, in this regard, Fulin will naturally not object, after all, Fan Wencheng was the emperor's "military advisor" back then, almost every time the emperor sent troops, he would ask Fan Wencheng's opinion.

"Mr. Fan, okay, okay, I know, this time I am driving in person, I don't know how many people complained, saying that I was messing around, saying that I had never fought, and that I had never fought a war, and that the more than 200,000 troops I led this time had never had troops in the Qing Dynasty, they said so, I naturally knew their reasoning, but everyone in the world is looking at me, looking at Jiangnan, Jiangnan is so erosive, can I not send troops?"

Fulin, who was praised by Fan Wencheng, also showed his calm side, listening to the emperor's words, Fan Wencheng knew that the fire was almost over, so he spoke.

"Your Majesty, the slave thinks that the emperor is driving the expedition in person, which is naturally the foundation of the heart of the people in the world, but the slave feels that this Jiangnan is far from the point of erosion! As for the grain and salary in Jiangnan, at this time in my Qing Dynasty, it is by no means the lifeblood. ”

"Oh? Mr. Fan, what do you mean by that? ”

Fu Lin looked at Fan Wencheng, isn't it all because Jiangnan is the foundation of the Qing Dynasty's food and salary, isn't it very important? It doesn't matter how it gets to Mr. Fan's mouth.

"Your Majesty, this Jiangnan is the most important thing, the first priority is food, this food and salary is raised, without Jiangnan, there are still Huguang, Henan, Shandong and other places, it is nothing more than a matter of donating taxes."

Fan Wencheng has been carefully observing the emperor's expression when he plays the right game, which is the reason why he can be appreciated by his master, and as a slave, he naturally has to take care of his master's mood.

"But after all, the northern land is not as rich as the south of the Yangtze River, if the tax is raised, won't the people complain about my Qing Dynasty?"

"Your Majesty, what is the root of my Great Qing Kingdom?"

Fan Wencheng looked at the emperor, and after asking rhetorically, he asked and answered himself.

"It's my banner people, the flag talent is the foundation of my Great Qing Dynasty, as for the people, but just the people who pay taxes, my Great Qing Kingdom will take China by virtue of the flag people, if the main trunk is injured, when the time comes, it will be Jiangnan, this is fundamentally shaken, what else does the Great Qing Kingdom rely on to determine China?"

"Mr. Fan, are you saying that I will suffer heavy losses in this southern expedition?"

Fu Lin's face changed, and his voice became very unhappy.

"Your Majesty, the slave thinks that the defeat of Dasu has caused tens of thousands of casualties among our banner people, which is really an unprecedented fiasco for the founding of our Qing Dynasty, and my banner people are already scarce, and it is not easy to dominate the world with millions of trillions of Han people, even if it is a banner person, it is also very ...... gold."

Fan Wencheng said this, but let Fulin nod again and again, the banner man is expensive, in the past, when he was outside the customs, no one thought so, but after entering the customs, it was the consensus of the Eight Banners, after all, the population of the Banner people was too small, so they couldn't afford to lose, Dasu's fiasco, the worst thing was not the loss of tens of thousands of Annan Army, but the loss of more than 20,000 Eight Banner soldiers under his command who were killed.

"Dasu was defeated, my banner soldiers fled back to no more than two or three, and the rest of the people surrendered, but they were all beheaded by the Zhu thief in the Yellow River, and now the emperor is even more ordered to send almost all of my eight banners to be young and strong, and the prosperity of the army is unprecedented for the founding of my Qing Dynasty. It is naturally easy to pacify the thieves in the south of the Yangtze River, but they can kill 1,000 enemies and lose 800 themselves. ”

Fu Lin's brows were tightly locked, Fan Wencheng's words really made him see the hidden worry, that is, when the victory is won, the vitality of the banner people will be greatly damaged, and the Han people in the world will be opposed, what should the Qing Dynasty do?

"Mr. Fan, in this march and battle, casualties are always inevitable, do you want me not to sit back and watch Jiangnan become a thief?"