Fan Wencheng went through Dajin's several Baylors and banner owners in his heart.

Erbel Amin is cruel and easy to kill, and treats the Han people like a mustard.

Three Belle reckless Gurtai reckless and irascible and irascible.

Neither of these two is a statue of the Lord of Man.

The Great Belle is good at both military and political affairs, and is extremely strategic.

It's a pity that Dai Shan's family has no way, and he is often dissatisfied with Nurhachi because of family infighting. Nurhachi even announced in public that he would never make him the crown prince.

As for the banner lords of Azig, Dorgon, and Tudor, they were all too young to serve the public.

Only Sibeile Hongtaiji has the qualifications and means, and has a good relationship with all the important ministers and generals. Si Baylor's reputation for fairness is well known, and he also has a high prestige among the banners of Dajin.

The most important thing is that among all the banner owners Baylor, only four Baylor are close to the Han people and have the stomach to accept the Han people.

Except for Si Baylor, Fan Wencheng really doesn't seem to have any other options.

"Perhaps, Four Baylor is really a good choice." Fan Wencheng gently cheered himself up in his heart and made up his mind to take refuge in Sibeile.

When Fan Wencheng completely turned his eyes to Si Beile, Fan Wencheng suddenly found that there seemed to be countless opportunities beckoning to him by Si Beile's side.

God, with the current state of Dajin, Fan Wencheng by Sibeiler's side is really promising.

Or is the elder brother Fan Wenyu's vision higher, he is indeed a little too eager for quick success.

"Thank you, brother." Fan Wencheng respectfully bowed to Fan Wenyu.

Let's go to Sibeile Mansion in the next few days, first contact Hong Taiji about feelings, and by the way, make some suggestions to see how Hong Taiji's belly is?

Hong Taiji, this name is not good. Anyway, it's all the name of Dajin, and the Chinese name is Huang Taiji!

Fan Wencheng thought.

Southern of the Ming Dynasty, Taiwan Island, Bengang

Bustling local residents are also preparing for the Chinese New Year.

That's right, during this time period, as long as there are Han people all over the world, they will prepare for the New Year, and there will be no exceptions. This is a custom formed by the Han people for thousands of years, without it, is it still a Han people?

On the pier of Bengang, it seems that there is a ship that has to sail away, and the two leaders are greeting.

"Brother Yiguan, don't go any further. Just spend the holidays here with my brother, right? It's okay to leave after the holiday, right? "The sturdy middle-aged Yan Siqi is full of desire to stay with sincerity.

"Brother Yan."

The young man Zheng Yiguan skillfully coped: "Brother Yan, it's not that the younger brother is unreasonable, it's really that there are important things to do." The father-in-law is still looking forward to news at home, and the younger brother really can't stay longer. ”

Seeing that Zheng Yiguan had really made up his mind, in desperation, Yan Siqi could only send Zheng Yiguan away in person.

Looking at the distant ships, Yan Siqi let out a deep sigh.

He really wanted to keep Zheng Yiguan.

This teenager has brains and means.

What's even more rare is that Zheng Yiguan is also proficient in several Chinese and does things cleanly. It seems that there are really no other shortcomings except for being too handsome.

It's a pity that such a good assistant has been preemptively accepted by Li Dan.

Compared with Li Dan, a big businessman, his Yan Siqi's power is somewhat dwarfed, and it is difficult to poach people again.

After all, Zheng Yiguan is also his brother who kowtowed to Yan Siqi.

With Zheng Yiguan on Li Dan's side, he may have greater support for him to develop Bengang.

Yan Siqi turned his mind and thought about the development of Bengang.

Bengang is still short of people!

Where are the people?

Yan Siqi thought irritably in his heart.

Beijing, Daxing, Hope Village

This is a settlement of refugees from Liaodong.

Although the name is Hope Village, in fact, tens of thousands of residents are close to the standard of a lower county in Daming.

The refugees from Liaodong lived a stable life in this huge village, and although they had no land to plant for most of the year, they did not starve to death.

It's a miracle that doesn't sit small.

Thanks to water sites and woolen mills, the refugees can at least barely feed themselves.

Although life is difficult, the refugees at least see hope of survival.

Yes, at least there is hope for them.

By now, the refugees have figured out who they are: tenants of the Shin Prince's Mansion.

They no longer belong to the commoner household registration of the imperial court, and in the future, they can only be regarded as tenants of the imperial village.

Tenants are tenants, it's good to survive, and the refugees are still very content. It's like selling yourself into slavery, but now the family can still be together, not bad.

The Chinese New Year is approaching, the water construction site has stopped, and the refugees have returned to their homes.

The letter to the king's mansion is a matter of words, and the promised food has been brought by those young men to the doors of each house.

Although the food sent was a little strange, the amount was not deducted at all. The letter of the king's mansion is a rare incorruptibility and benevolence.

As refugees prepare for the Chinese New Year, they look forward to next year.

The teenagers also said that according to the arrangement of His Royal Highness King Xin, next year everyone only needs to listen to the greetings, roll up their sleeves and work hard, and in addition to the rations, they will also give money to each person.

Send money? The refugees could hardly believe their ears.

Is it true?

However, the king of the letter is the talker.

From sheltering refugees, to building houses for refugees, to making refugees make ends meet, King Xin's old man has done it all. When his old man said that he would send money, he would definitely not say that it would not be counted.

Full of joy, the refugees look forward to life next year. Hope lies ahead.

The king of letters, who was a good word in the hearts of the refugees, was now so worried that he was almost pulling his hair.

It's all the fault of Huangzhuang.

At the end of the year, as the owner, King Xin always has to take a check.

When the ledgers of the various Huangzhuang were gathered in the Xinwang Mansion, Zhu Youzhen was taken aback.

Zhu Youzhen forgot that the eldest brother Zhu Youxiao handed over the imperial village in the capital to him to take care of.

Damn, a total of more than 17,000 hectares of fields, as many as 4 or 500 Zhuangzi, a lot of ledgers were sent in one fell swoop.

It's still a trivial matter to have a lot of ledgers.

But what the hell are these messy ledgers?

Even the account can't be even, so you dare to send it?

Although it is very difficult to hide the professional finances of the money bank, you can't send these obviously corrupt account books without any scruples, right?

It's too arrogant to not even change the account book.

Is this a clear provocation to me? It's really like Lao Tzu can't kill.

Zhu Youjian let out a long sullen breath.

"Wang Chengen, you send all these account books to ......"

Speaking of this, Zhu Youzhen suddenly thought that the New Year was about to be.

"Forget it, I'll send it to the head office after the fifteenth year after the New Year." Zhu Youzhen changed his mouth.

"The old slave obeys." Wang Chengen understands what His Royal Highness Xinwang means by changing his words, and His Royal Highness Xinwang is always so considerate of his subordinates.

How did he know that the habits that Zhu Youzhen had developed in his previous life were so easy to change.

"If you can, don't work overtime! As for Huangzhuang, hehe, let you finally have a good year! There will be you crying after the year. Zhu Youzhen thought maliciously.

The Spring Festival of the fifth year of the Apocalypse is coming, and Zhu Youzhen began to give gifts as usual.

Of course, except for the Imperial Palace, there is no need for him to come to the door in person.

The gift to Wei Zhongxian, Zhu Youzhen was still sent by Wang Chengen. I guess there will be more common language between them.

The gift to Wei Zhongxian, Zhu Youzhen prepared very simply.

A set of transparent glass wine utensils from Yan Shenzhen, a silver ticket of 200,000 taels, and a letterhead full of names.

The name on the letterhead is from the eunuchs in the capital Huangzhuang who don't even bother to do accounts. Since these guys want to die, Zhu Youzhen is ready to fulfill them. Let's send Father-in-law Wei another favor, it won't be worth it to save the unhappiness between them and Father-in-law Wei.

Communication is king, isn't it?