On the ninth day of August, the midday sun was very high and the temperature rose sharply.

The officials who are pampered on weekdays kneel under the sun for two hours, and their mouths are dry.

There are cunning ones, who secretly take out the bread hidden in their sleeves; If you lose it honestly, if you can't bear it, you will reach out and borrow it, and most of them will give it.

It's just holding on.

Suddenly, the gate on the far left side of the end gate was pushed open from the inside by the guards with a creaking sound.

The officials of the palace who had just participated in the meeting walked out of the door. They didn't even look at the kneeling people, and each took a transport back home.

If you come too early in the morning, you need to go back to catch up on your sleep and start your day's work.

The Qianming officials kneeling in front of the end door had very ugly faces.

They thought that Yang Chengying would go through the procedure of "three resignations and three concessions", and it would be difficult for him to reach the extreme.

Unexpectedly, Yang Chengying ignored them at all.

In the early days of the establishment of many regimes, they were in the initial stage, and for various purposes, it was necessary to bring in a large number of former ministers.

Yang Chengying has changed the system several times outside the customs, and has created a set of orderly and mature teams.

He was very easy to use, and had the time and patience to spend with these old ministers.

"Elder Xue Ge, what should I do now?" Zhang Sizhi asked in a low voice.

The trick of collective "persuasion" seems to be useless.

What's even more amazing is that the team from Shenyang is not in a hurry to "persuade in", and it is surprisingly stable.

"I don't know," Xue Guoguan shook his head, "I really can't see through His Royal Highness King Zhou, he is sometimes brutal and sometimes gentle, completely different from Emperor Daxing."

"Then it's not a solution for us to spend all the time here, why don't we go back for a while?"

"You're crazy!" Xue Guoguan glanced back at him, and then said, "If you open the bow and don't turn back, even if you die, you will die here."

The former Ming officials nodded one after another.

At this time, they saw a forty-year-old middle-aged man, wearing a Liaodong official uniform, getting off his horse and walking straight to the end gate.

Through the search, the man, led by an internal supervisor, successfully entered the palace.

"He, why is he here?" Some people were surprised.

Some people also broke the defense: "This guy is also a second minister, how can he enter the palace smoothly and meet His Royal Highness King Zhou."

Xue Guoguan's face was pale.

Because of this man, he knows.

This person's name is Song Quan, a Jinshi during the Apocalypse, and a grandson of the Song Qi clan in the Ministry of Rites during the Wanli period. On an errand in Beijing, Li Zicheng broke through the Beijing division, and he voted for Dashun like Xue Guoguan.

He was awarded the Zunhua Festival Envoy by Li Zicheng, and was stationed in Zunhua together with Huang Ingot and Ma Yinghu to resist the threat from the north.

In just a few days, Song Quan put on the official uniform of Liaodong, and he was able to enter the palace generously, which made some officials unacceptable.

Song Quan entered the Wenhua Hall under the guidance of the inner supervisor. Under the reminder of the inner supervisor, there is no need to kneel.

"It was Hong Chengchou who recommended you to me." Yang Chengying confessed, "But, do you know why I approve of his recommendation?"

"Xiaguan...... Oh no...... I don't know." Song Quan was a little restrained.

"Because you're capable. Unlike some of the people who kneel outside the gate, they have no other skills than to write letters."

Song Quan listened, and his old face turned red.

Here's the thing, when Song Quan learned that Li Zicheng was defeated at Shanhaiguan, he immediately contacted the old Ming army of Jizhen, raided and killed Huang Ingot and Ma Yinghu, and also sent troops to wipe out Dashun's Zunhua defense envoy Pan Yuelong, Tongzhi Zhang Yaoran, and county commander Li Tingyu.

In other words, when Hong Chengchou led the army to Zunhua, there was no need to use the sword, and Song Quan had already done it for him.

Hong Chengchou admired this kind of person, so he recommended Song Quan to Yang Chengying.

Yang Chengying also understands that the promotion of talents does not have to be based on a standard, especially in the early stage of entrepreneurship.

Therefore, with a stroke of the pen, let Hong Chengchou send troops to protect Song Quan into Beijing to meet him.

"I read the 'Three Strategies for Peace' you wrote on the way to Beijing.

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Yang Chengying picked up a note, "The content in it is well written! I can tell you that what I have implemented in Liaodong is 'to levy taxes on the basis of mu, and the amount of taxes collected is comparable to that of the early years of Wanli.'"

"Your Highness is truly a merciful lord."

"My mercy is useless, and it is up to you to do it."

When Song Quan heard this, his eyes lit up, which meant that his future had fallen!

"Listen!" Yang Chengying sat upright, "I grant you the position of Governor of Shuntian, and you have to cooperate with Yan Mingtai, the governor of Zhili, to deal with three things.

First, the original Ming nobles and relatives were all divided into military fields, but they could not be mixed with the people's fields, and they could be avoided by changing fields."

Song Quan understood, no wonder he heard that His Royal Highness had cut off the heads of several powerful people when he entered Beijing, it turned out to be for this matter.

"Second," Yang Chengying continued, "the land should be redistributed, and the land in the hands of all the big bureaucrats and gentry should be distributed according to the number of people. Depending on the damage to the disaster, the tax will be exempted from one to three years."

When he said this, Yang Chengying smiled: "I will be responsible for how the land will be distributed and how the taxes of each prefecture and county will be exempted. When you finish dealing with it, the Governor's Mansion and the Metropolitan Procuratorate will send personnel to check."

The meaning is very simple, Yang Chengying will not tie his hands and feet because of Song Quan's past and let him do it.

How well you are doing is to be inspected by the Metropolitan Procuratorate and then evaluated.

Song Quan was so grateful that he almost knelt down, but finally held back and said, "Wechen must live up to His Highness's expectations and will handle these things properly."

"You go down to find Fan Wencheng, lead the subordinates of the yamen, and then go to the Shuntian Mansion." Yang Chengying shook his hand, "I'm waiting for your good news in Jingshi."

"The minister retired."

Song Quan withdrew from the Wenhua Palace, raised his head and chested, and left in high spirits.

The former Ming officials outside the gate saw Song Quan coming out happily, not to mention how uncomfortable they were.

They are now roasted on a fire, and they are not human inside or out.

One by one, they looked at Xue Guoguan and Zhang Sizhi, who were taking the lead, and they were all a little annoyed.

There was only one fifty-four-year-old official, kneeling in a proper manner, without saying a word.

Sweating profusely, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled from his forehead to his body, and he didn't wipe it once.

All this was seen by Cao Huachun, who was hiding behind the door.

Cao Huachun did not flee with Li Zicheng, but stayed in Jingshi.

After Yang Chengying entered Beijing, he naturally became the chief eunuch and continued to serve Yang Chengying.

There were a large number of internal prisoners in the Ming court, and if Yang Chengying didn't use them, they would have nowhere to go.

However, Yang Chengying has already ordered that starting this year, there will be no need for new internal supervisors.

The internal prisons scattered in various places were also recalled to the palace to serve and provide for the elderly.

Cao Huachun reported the scene he saw to Yang Chengying.

"What's his name?" Yang Chengying asked.

"Slave maid, oh no, the minister has inquired, his name is Dang Chongya, he is on an errand in the household department, responsible for supervising Tianjin, surrendering to the Shun army in Tongzhou, and then living in Beijing."

Cao Huachun replied sharply.

"Call him in, and I'll take a look at it myself." Yang Chengying said.

"Slave...... The minister obeyed." Cao Huachun stepped back.