Sun Chengzong rode a four-wheeled carriage for the first time, and he was surprised. The carriage's rigidly connected suspension system was similar to that of the Ming Dynasty, and there were basically no big bumps.
Chongzhen asked the queen to purchase thirty light four-wheeled carriages at one time, specifically for royal use. This time, the royal guards were escorting one of these carriages.
The carriage is very spacious, with two rows of soft sofas, and newly developed spring shock absorbers installed in the wheel hubs. Walking on the cobblestone roads in the capital is very smooth. It's even a bit shaky.
But Sun Chengzong was in a very bad mood at this time, and he knew that this matter was out of his control.
Last year, Yuan Chonghuan would never dare to refuse him. However, time will change everything. Now that he uses the teacher's authority, it is no longer enough to order him.
He Kegang advised, "Don't worry, Mr. Yuan. Your Majesty must be happy that Mr. Yuan has just won the battle. Even if you have any doubts, you should put them to rest now."
Sun Chengzong said helplessly: "You don't understand your majesty. Although your majesty is young, he is very dignified. He is indifferent to emotions and anger. There are too many problems with the accumulation of elements. I'm afraid the elements are in danger this time."
He Kegang didn't know what to say for a while. In fact, he didn't want to see Yuan Chonghuan come to this point. He had worked with Yuan Chonghuan for more than ten years, and he still knew him to a certain extent.
But today's Yuan Chonghuan is no longer the head of the Ministry of War's Staff Department who left the border alone.
If a person wants to be the leader of a group, often he cannot just follow his own temperament. There are too many aspects that need to be considered.
When Song Taizu was given the yellow robe, did he have a choice? If he refused, these people would have dared to hack him to death on the spot, and then find someone else to wear the yellow robe.
Because once rebellion begins, there is no turning back. It was the same reason when Li Yuanhong was forced to rebel by soldiers at gunpoint. Therefore, the cook's unsteady behavior is not advisable.
He Kegang sighed and said: "Master Yuan is getting on the stove by himself. It is easy to get up but difficult to get down. The people behind him will push him forward. Many times he may have his own helplessness."
At this time, the capital city was full of refugees. The Qing army's wanton plundering resulted in the destruction of many families. The streets were full of people sleeping rough.
Sun Chengzong's eyes turned red when he saw it, and he didn't know whether he should worry about Yuan Chonghuan or scold him.
These are all things that those who hold military power have done blindly and brought about.
If he had been in Jizhou and used the Jimen natural barrier to block the Qing army, he would have ended up like this. After Ada Khan, the land of Gyeonggi Province was not affected by war for a hundred years. The people are accustomed to peaceful days, although it is harder, but
Their lives were safe. But this time, they were all wiped out by the Eight Banners.
The carriage began to move slowly because there were too many refugees blocking the road and it couldn't go any faster even if it wanted to.
"Have you heard that the Qing soldiers were seduced by Mr. Yuan. He has a secret agreement with Huang Taiji."
"I've heard about it too. People are spreading rumors now that Mr. Yuan has connections with foreign countries and sold us all."
"Damn it, these adults with military power have connections with foreign countries. What are we, the humble people, going to do?"
"I heard that Master Yuan dispersed all the soldiers and horses at Jimen and deliberately let the Qing army in. It caused harm to the people."
"Who says it's not the case? There are more than 100 households in our village, with 700 to 800 people, but three families ran out, and the rest were massacred. A fire was also set, and the ground was burned to a white ground. Wuwuwu.
"
"Don't you know how miserable it is outside? The Eight Banners soldiers only want young people to be slaves, and they kill children and old people with just one knife. There are corpses everywhere outside."
"Stop talking, I can't stand the excitement. After the Eight Banners soldiers robbed a place, they tied the young people into a string with ropes, and took the remaining unwanted ones to the edge of the trench. They stripped off their clothes first, and then beheaded them one by one.
The ditches are full of naked corpses. The Eight Banners are all poor people, and even their clothes have to be plundered."
"The worst thing is the young women. Those Eight Banners cavalry tied their hands behind their backs and strung them into a long string with ropes. They were pulled by horses. They were all women with small feet. They couldn't follow them on their horses. They dragged them when they fell.
He was dragged away until his flesh and blood were bloody. Many people were dragged to death."
"If they walked a little slower, the cavalrymen would use whips. They were good at riding, and their whips were like eyes. They would tear off a large piece of clothing with one whip, and these Eight Banners soldiers would laugh and have fun. Those who were detained
The women who left were all naked and shivering with cold. Their bodies were covered with skin and flesh that had been ripped open by whips. How could those women's thin skin and tender flesh withstand the whip?"
"When the whip was applied, a large piece of clothing was torn off, exposing the skin. When the whip was applied again, the skin was pulled away directly, and a groove was opened in the flesh and blood. Many people were beaten until they fainted, but they continued to whip until
Beat him into a pile of rotten flesh for fun."
"You don't know what's worse. On the way we fled into the city, there were infants on both sides of the road. These babies were all snatched from their mothers by the Eight Banners soldiers. They only wanted young women, not women.
Babies were all thrown on both sides of the road. There were thousands of them, and most of them had frozen to death. Some were crying. My heart felt like it was being cut with a knife, but none of us could save it. Wuwu
Woo..."
"I can't wait to eat the meat of those dog officials and drink their blood. They let the Qing soldiers in and harmed our people. Our houses were burned down, our food was taken away, our wives and daughters were gone, and our children were gone. Wuwuwu
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Sun Chengzong said nothing and listened quietly, tears rolling down from his muddy old eyes.
He Kegang's eyes were about to burst when he heard this, and he clenched his fists. Those of them who received imperial salary, in fact, every cent of their salary was the support of the people.
The people work all year round and can barely make ends meet. When times are bad, they have to sell their sons and daughters in order to pay the poll tax, land tax, and wages...
During the day, they farmed for the civil servants, and at night they could work naked in their own fields, because they were afraid of wearing clothes to work and wearing out their clothes. Their poor family did not have many complete sets of clothes.
After a hard break, there are still corvees, and you have to bring your own food. Out of ten people, two or three may die from overwork, beatings by officials, disease, cold and heat, banditry, poisonous insects... This is how they struggle desperately to provide food.
For the civil servants.
But when the slaves came, they paid so much, but no one protected them. The emperor and civil servants squeezed their last copper coins and collected such high protection fees, why didn't they protect them? They couldn't figure it out.
Didn't Sun Chengzong use the Liao wages to build the defenses in western Liaoning? In the end, your people, direct descendants, and students released the Jian slaves from Jimen Tianxuan without firing a shot. How can you show your face to the people of the world?
.Even if you have a little bit of shame, you should die of shame.
"Alas! Dingyuan Hou has a poem that is widely circulated. It talks about the Gonggun princes in the imperial court." A man who looked like an old scholar sighed and said.
"Mr. Chu, I heard that Marquis Dingyuan has a talent for poetry. He must be a masterpiece." A student from the county school asked.
The teachers and students from the county school also fled to Nancheng. They sat together among the refugees and were clearly distinguished from the surrounding farmers.
“If all the officials inside and outside are wearing purple robes, who will be willing to share the labor with the people?
The jade cup drank the blood of thousands of families, and the red candle burned the ointment of the people.
When the sky tears down, people shed tears, and when the singing is high, the crying is loud.
Everyone knows that people's livelihood is miserable, and suffering is harmful to living beings."
For a moment, everyone around covered their faces and burst into tears. No official had ever said such a thing, and they acted as if they had not seen the suffering of the people. Dingyuan Hou has done a lot of practical things for the people in these years. If it had not been for this military disaster,
There are very few people starving to death in Beizhili.
Sun Chengzong's face trembled and he felt his face was burning. Yang Fan's poems were like whips, whipping the officials' paintings.
At this time, a man who looked like a businessman snorted coldly and said: "Marquis Dingyuan is very tricky to win people's hearts. He is also a member of the noble family. Here, cats cry and mice pretend to be compassionate. What they write is all lies.
This thing is just to coax you ignorant fools."
Immediately, many people who had been favored by Yang Fan quit and stood up to yell and curse.
The servants around the businessman immediately drew their swords and shouted, "Stay back, everyone. The swords have no eyes. If anyone dares to step forward again, I will chop him down."
The businessman had also just taken refuge in the city, bringing with him a dozen servants. He looked at the mud-legged people around him, and sneered contemptuously: "You guys, the grandson of the farmer knows nothing. You live like ants, and your life is thinner than paper."
, fend for themselves and perish on their own, weeds in vain, as many as you want. Why do officials need to consider your life and death? You only have some value when you are used by officials. Otherwise, you have no value."
"I also have a poem here. Listen carefully."
The man cleared his throat and pretended to chant.
"We are all imperial lands at home and abroad, but we have never had any contact with others.
You work hard for fame and fortune, and you spend your life trying to earn money and fame.
When the king is angry, heads will fall, and the sea will rise and sing the song of Shun Yao.
The king is ruthless and the king is kind, and he will show his strength to his roots."
Sun Chengzong was furious, turned around and said to He Kegang: "Who is this madman? How dare he recite such a heinous and anti-poetry in the imperial capital!"
He Kegang looked out the window carefully and said doubtfully: "I don't know this person either, but I do recognize the person in this group wearing a bamboo hat and servant's clothes."
He Kegang was working for Yuan Chonghuan's Central Army, so Sun Chengzong asked him.
"Who is that person!"
"Zhang Pu, Zhang Tianru."
Sun Chengzong sat up straight in surprise and murmured: "The slave-building army is besieging the city. At this pass, why would Zhang Tianru come to the capital instead of starting his socialist society in the south of the Yangtze River?"