"Step back!" Dorgon waved his hand and asked the maids to step back first. Then he suddenly remembered something and ordered someone to find Fan Wencheng.
In the end, he was the only one left sitting on the bed. The stove was burning brightly, but it could not make him feel any warmth.
At this time, although there was some warmth in Fan's house, there were constant quarrels.
Because the charcoal fire was insufficient, several daughters-in-law started to quarrel over hundreds of kilograms of charcoal, causing a quarrel in the back house.
Fan Wencheng sighed, feeling a little sad about the current scene.
Did the Fan family ever argue over a hundred pounds of charcoal?
But now there is a shortage of materials. Although Jilin is large, it is crowded and the supply of materials is insufficient. Charcoal fires are in short supply after winter. They are really life-threatening things in winter and cannot be fought for.
It's really terrible to have hundreds of thousands of people living in one house.
"That's enough, boss, second brother, take your own family back."
Fan Wencheng really couldn't stand it, so he could only cough and let his two sons take action.
The two daughters-in-law were reluctant and could only leave in gloom.
At this time, Fan Wencheng's face was full of wrinkles.
The dignified cabinet college students also have to argue over a little charcoal. Aren't those ordinary bannermen even more embarrassed?
Thinking of this, he looked up at the desolate sky. It was gray, just like the future of the Qing Dynasty, and it was difficult to predict.
But his life has been enough since he was a talented scholar until now. Only the continuation of his family is worrying.
"Dad!" Fan Chengxun and Fan Chengmo came with their heads lowered in shame.
There are six brothers in the family, but they are the only two who are restless at home, which is really shameful and hard to talk about.
"I'm not dead yet, are you ready to separate the family?"
Fan Wencheng scolded dissatisfiedly: "Cultivate oneself, manage one's family, govern the country, and bring peace to the world. If one's family cannot be managed, how can one talk about governing the country?"
"Although we are trapped in Jilin, the imperial court is still there, so we can't be in chaos. Even if the imperial court is gone, our family can't be in chaos."
The two daughters-in-law were both Manchus and members of the royal family, and they were also the most noisy, and neither would give in to the other.
On the contrary, several Han daughters-in-law are virtuous and do not fight or rob each other.
The two sons were naturally obedient and did not dare to refute.
"Okay, let's go back!"
Waving his hands, Fan Wencheng sighed, turned and left.
Suddenly, a servant sent word that the regent asked him to go.
Fan Wencheng did not dare to be careless, so he quickly changed his clothes and rushed to the Regent's Palace in a hurry.
As early as when we retreated from the pass, Jilin City was built as a retreat, and the palaces and palaces in it were all ready.
The majestic Prince Regent's Palace is naturally still magnificent, even better than the Imperial Palace.
Perhaps the palace was too small, so the regent no longer lived and worked in the palace and returned to his own mansion.
There was deep snow in Jilin City, but the two houses were not far apart. Within a moment, the carriage dropped off and Fan Wencheng came in a hurry.
"Xian Dou."
Dorgon looked ugly. When he saw Fan Wencheng arriving, he forced out a smile and asked, "How is Jilin City lately?"
"The army suppressed it, and the city was peaceful. However, supplies were scarce. Food, salt, wine, cloth, and iron were all insufficient. In particular, charcoal was in short supply."
"If we don't find a way, I'm afraid a lot of people will have to leave this winter."
Fan Wencheng sighed, his tone was very helpless.
The supply of a country's capital city involves huge losses.
There are hundreds of civil and military officials, dignitaries and dignitaries, and the consumption of one house exceeds hundreds of people. Let alone Jilin City, which has a hundred thousand people. Without the supply of millions of people, it will be impossible to survive.
"I understand." Dorgon raised his brows. He had never thought that there would be so many difficulties. He said gruffly: "In the current situation, we can only face difficulties together."
"I can only leave the situation in Jilin to you."
"The old minister thought that while there is still some time, it is better to send the army to the nearby forest to cut down the trees, leave the charcoal to the officials and generals, and leave the firewood to the banner people."
Fan Wencheng thought for a while and then said: "Although it is difficult to burn, it is better than freezing to death."
Ordinary bannermen were exhausted for a month and could not get firewood for the winter, but the army was different and more efficient.
The biggest difficulty now is that the three banners of Manchuria, Mongolia and Han Dynasty are competing for the scarce supplies and must ensure supplies.
"Let the Eight Banners organize people to cut down trees. How can they not work hard for their own sake?"
Dorgon said in a deep voice: "In addition, the Meng Eight Banners are not good at this, so the Han Eight Banners can do it for you!"
Fan Wencheng could only agree.
Fairness has never existed among the Eight Banners, let alone the Eight Banners of the Han Army, which were directly under the emperor. How long will it take to not bully them now?
"How is Horqin's department?"
Dorgon suddenly turned pale and coughed a few times before asking.
"The right wing surrendered to the Ming army, while the left wing was severely damaged and fled to the Riyue Lake area to recharge its batteries."
"Try to win over the right wing as much as possible without asking them to defect to us. We can just stay neutral."
Dorgon said solemnly: "As for the left wing, supply them with some food and grass. They have to survive this winter."
The entire Nenjiang River Basin is vast and the land is fertile. As long as it is cultivated for a period of time and the left wing annexes some tribes, it will soon be able to make up for its strength and become a boost again.
"Ahem!" Dorgon coughed violently again, and Fan Wencheng had no choice but to leave.
Looking at his leaving figure, Dorgon sighed: "It would be great if Duduo was here..."
Sitting on the carriage, Fan Wencheng's thoughts wandered away.
It seems that the regent's time is short. Although the Qing Dynasty is like the setting sun, it is still a court after all and needs a person at the helm.
Dorgon had no heirs, and now only his brother Azig or Jirhalang continues to control the government.
These few are pure warriors, not suitable for running the court at all, and they don't have Dorgon's trust in civil servants.
The future is uncertain!
Wait, where is the emperor?
The emperor is fifteen years old, married, and old enough to rule personally.
With the help of civil servants like them, they can balance the warriors and continue the country.
The more he thought about it, the more Fan Wencheng felt it was appropriate.
At this time, Jilin Imperial Palace.
If the palace in Shengjing is low and narrow, then Jilin is small and exquisite. Although the area is smaller, it still conforms to the regulations of the palace.
Shunzhi stayed in the palace, practicing Chinese characters.
Although the Empress Dowager talked about practicing more martial arts, riding and shooting as the way to rejuvenate the country, Shunzhi started to compete with Dayu'er from the beginning and fell in love with calligraphy more and more.
After Dorgon became seriously ill, he was somewhat ready to take action, but in the end he suppressed his thoughts.
Without it, today's Qing Dynasty would no longer be able to withstand another turmoil.
At this time, Tang Ruowang brought good news. Fan Wencheng's son contacted him and revealed the news that the regent was seriously ill and dying.
Although this is old news, it is of great significance.
The chief minister of the cabinet has his heart set on him and is only one step away from taking charge.