In the forty-eighth year of Wanli, Nurhachi rose up in Liaodong, and the grassland and Mongolian ministries were about to move. Natural disasters continued in the customs, and the arrival of the Little Ice Age made the people miserable. The gentry and civil officials from all over the place worked together, just to absorb the last bit of the nearly three hundred years of empire. flesh.
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