Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 663
When it comes to the quilt factory, the scale is relatively shabby, with hundreds of machines in operation, and the women are even chatting leisurely.

This is no wonder they.

After the vigorous development of ZTE, textile farms have sprung up near Gyeonggi, and the textile farms in military camps can't compare.

Fortunately, the emperor had more trust in the Shaanxi merchants, and handed over most of the army's spring and autumn clothing, shoes and socks, military tents and other textile products to them.

In this way, the imperial court liberated the productive forces, and did not need to maintain a huge textile factory, which saved a lot of manpower and material resources, and even completed the change in a short period of time.

The merchants have made a lot of profits, and the military uniforms are a steady stream of big orders.

In the textile field in the army, it is just to add military rank styles to the military robes, such as half moon, full moon, sun, etc., which can be described as relaxed.

"Your Majesty, there are the most textile farms now. There is no shortage of clothes or military tents. They can be gathered in a short time."

"I see!"

Looking at the mountain of supplies in front of him, Zhu Yixi picked up a cloth boot, and when he looked through his eyes, there was an extra piece of cashmere immediately.

If it is winter, it must be extremely warm.

I especially remember that when I was in Shaanxi, the army was simple, and ordinary soldiers were nothing more than a pair of cloth shoes, and only the elite firearms battalion could wear cloth boots.

Even in some periods, during the twelfth lunar month of winter, the soldiers could only wear straw sandals, and the frostbite made people dizzy.

Good men don't serve as soldiers, and good irons don't hammer nails, that's all.

He was born and died, without enough food and clothing, and unable to support his family.

"Your Majesty treats the soldiers very well." Yan Guochao on the side praised: "Whether it's food or clothing, it always makes people comfortable."

"It just costs too much."

Wang Yingxiong also knew what the emperor was thinking. As the minister of the household department, he also followed closely at this time. Looking at the supplies in front of him, he couldn't help sighing:
"Raising one hundred thousand troops is more important than raising one hundred thousand officials!"

"The army is the pillar of the country, how can we slack off."

Zhu Yixi knew that he was worried about money, so he didn't care about it, and said casually:
"The Ministry of Households will allocate 500 million silver dollars."

"Your Majesty? Are you going to fight?"

"Yes."

Zhu Yixi said calmly: "Reserve military rations and military funds. After Shaowu five years, Liaodong must be recovered and the shame of Saarhu will be wiped away."

Regardless of whether Dorgon died or not, the Manchu issue must be resolved.

The question of the human heart is very difficult to solve.

Over the years, whether it is political reform or military rectification, everything is going on in an orderly manner, and the people have also adapted to the new taxation and recuperated.

The officials are very satisfied with the current peaceful scene, and it seems that they have gradually forgotten about the war, or have developed a slack mentality.

Liaodong is also barren, so it is better to simply give it to the Manchus, and it will be peaceful.

The emperor was well aware of this, but the military's aggressiveness remained undiminished, granting land and conferring titles made people look forward to it, and still maintained a strong sense of utilitarianism.

Elimination of the Manchu Qing Dynasty will establish the prestige of Ming Dynasty as the dominator of East Asia in one fell swoop.

"Hubu should be able to squeeze it out." Wang Yingxiong gritted his teeth and said.

"It has to be taken out."

The emperor said in a deep voice: "Liaodong Province has been established for a long time, and it is time to make it real."

The cabinet then made intensive preparations for military affairs, closely following the emperor's footsteps.

After a heavy snowfall, winter really came.

The mountains and plains are all white, and the sun in the sky seems to be dyed white as well. It is weak and never comfortable.

Beside the official road, a post station was very lively and brightly lit.

"Da da da--"

A sound of horseshoes sounded, which disturbed the servant in the station. He hurriedly wiped the sweat from his face and walked out of the gate.

I saw that several riders came on snow, their cloaks were covered by heavy snow, they couldn't see clearly, they had already traveled quite a distance.

"The stables are over here—"

The servant laughed along, led the horse to the stable and saw that it looked like a military horse, and immediately showed a flattering smile.

"A few of you please!"

Opening the door curtain, a gust of hot air rushed in, making people feel comfortable all over. Zhu Jing could not help shivering, and patted the snow that had turned into water.

"Why is it a guest? Isn't it a post station?"

Zhu Jing handed over her fire ticket, and Yicheng immediately greeted him, and said with a smile:
"General Rong said that the imperial court has a charter. The post station is divided into two parts. The front yard is like an inn. Merchants and pedestrians are recruited in the back yard, and officials are accepted in the back yard. Only food is served in the hall, and people can also have it delivered to the room."

Zhu Jing nodded and looked at the very different station.

This station is huge in scale, it seems to be a three-entry courtyard, with dozens of chairs in the hall, it is very lively.

Shanyin, Jinyin, and even Jiangnan dialects are all available. Wine and meat are all over the table, and the end is in full swing.

This place is only thirty miles away from the capital, so it's okay to rest for a day.

Finding a seat to sit down, Zhu Jing and the others listened to all kinds of rumors, but they were also leisurely.

Soon, six dishes and one soup were presented, including meat and vegetables, and a cup of just warm wine. Although the taste was a bit rough, it was still excellent.

Zhu Jing and the other four didn't talk too much, and started to eat.

After a full meal, Zhu Jing asked the price and paid directly.

In view of the corruption of the previous post station, so that Chongzhen had to abolish the post station, the imperial court ordered that everyone in the post station had to pay to use it, and it was only half the price for officials.

As for officials who are on business trips, their salaries will be doubled, so as to avoid reimbursement and lose face.

In this way, the burden on the post station was reduced, and the officials also got benefits, and even had a large surplus.

The only people who can live and eat for free are urgent couriers, but they only cost a few dollars.

After resting overnight, several people rushed to the capital at full speed.

Zhu Jing didn't dare to go straight to the house, but went to the Ministry of War to pay the fire ticket and report the itinerary.

Only then hurried to Yuquan Villa.

Throughout the four years of Shaowu, the emperor was there most of the time, and Yuquan Mountain seemed to have become a new political center.

"Ziheng, come here quickly, let me have a look."

The 20-year-old Zhu Jing, after a year of trials and hardships, has washed away her immaturity and appeared mature and stable.

Empress Sun Xueniang cared for him as always, looked around, and then said with a smile: "This cloak is specially made for you, today is a good day."

Zhu Jing was not polite either, she put it on on her own, and she looked much more handsome.

"Not bad!"

The emperor sighed in admiration and looked at his mature face: "I went to the border this time, and I am much more stable."

"Thanks to Lu Shangshu's protection."

Zhu Jing was filled with emotion for a moment.

This border trip lasted a year, from Liaodong to Gansu, half of the time was spent on the road.

Bandits, rebellious soldiers, rebellious officers, and those gentry who push forward, all of these can only be suppressed by Lu Daqi.

But the result is good.

The frontier army was rectified in sevens and eighties, and the rest were carried out one after another with the cooperation of civil and military personnel in Gansu, Shaanxi and other places.

"There are only about [-] soldiers who have re-registered and made books, and the rest are all unqualified."

(End of this chapter)