I'm really not the carpenter emperor

His ambition is more than that.

Qian Kun was very concerned about recent events, and he also heard about the opportunity for the Qian family to take off from the dragon.

After Admiral Li Shi supervised the weaving in Suzhou, a large number of businessmen rose up in Suzhou. They all have one thing in common, that is, they are willing to work for the court, the "emperor".

This year the "Beijing News" was restructured, and a large number of newspaper offices have obtained the right to republish in local areas, thus gaining the support of the imperial court and making a lot of money!

This is an obvious signal.

If the court wants to make money in Datong, Xuanfu and other places, it cannot do without the tea horse trade with Mongolia. Similarly, if it wants to make money in Shandong, it cannot do without one word, salt!

As Qingyan's first transaction, Qian Kun is confident that he has the energy to cooperate with the imperial court for mutual benefit!

Compared with these, the gains and losses of these so-called disaster relief are all a drop in the bucket, not worth mentioning at all!

He bowed his hands to the gentry and tyrants around him and said:

"Disaster relief is a matter of the imperial court, and it is also related to the solidarity of each of our families. Yu is a vulgar person who doesn't know a few big characters, but he also knows the truth that there will be no eggs under the nest."

"Everyone, if the imperial court collapses and local order is lost, can the family wealth be kept?"

"Today, you should give me Qian Kun a face and help the court to relieve the disaster. My Qian family will always remember this kindness!"

After the words fell, his eyes were slightly cold, and he sneered:

"It doesn't matter if you don't give this face. My Qian family still has nearly a thousand salts. When the time comes, we can follow the old way. Whoever's knife is tough will have the final say!"

After speaking, everyone in the field was different.

There are those who look sullen but are holding back their anger, and those who are full of sarcasm and ignore it, but most of the Yan family have serious expressions.

Shaoqing, a big man in green clothes stood up, clasped his fists and said:

"Since Boss Qian's family said this, I can't wait to go my separate ways. I have the right to treat the Qian family as a face-saving agent. We will cover the disaster relief in Yanggu County, Dongchang Prefecture."

"Thank you brother, I, Qian Kun, will remember that the emperor will remember you for helping the court today!"

Qian Kun laughed and said.

Wang Zaijin watched the Yan families all over the country get up one after another, and sneered in his heart.

This is indeed a good point. Local disaster relief still depends on the people in these places, and the imperial court alone will delay it until the year of the monkey.

"Thanks to everyone for not giving up, I am on behalf of the emperor and the people, thank you for your generosity!" Wang Zaijin saw that someone had already got up and wanted to leave the table, so he said:

"Don't be in a hurry to leave. Those who are willing to help the court with disaster relief can sign their names here. Those who don't want to help the court can also subsidize some silver taels and do their best!"

This time the crowd was recruited, and most of them were still the same as before, ignoring Qian Kun's rhetoric.

They were all respectable squires, and they had misunderstood Qian Kun, a rough-and-tumble bastard who started his business with money.

"Since Mr. Qian's family has said so, my Zhou family in Qiu county can't afford to be single." An old man with white beard and hair suddenly stood up and said:

"Forget it, my Zhou family has 5000 taels of silver to help the imperial court relieve the disaster!"

"As for the collection of relief for the victims, porridge and cloth sheds, etc., please don't blame the elders. Qiu County was seriously affected by the earthquake, so that's the only way to go."

Wang Zaijin glanced at him, remembered this face, and said with a light smile:

"What did Mr. Zhou say? Your Zhou family has five thousand dollars, which is the most among Shandong squires. How dare you ask for anything else."

"Going back home, the old man is full!"

Hearing this, the creases on Mr. Zhou's face moved, and he left with a flick of his sleeves.

He didn't take a bite of the cornbread and bread on the table, but the onlookers saw them, but they all stared straight at them, swallowing their saliva continuously.

Many squires didn't fully understand that the three provinces were shaken, so we must come forward?

Wei Zhongxian, who built the three main halls and collected mining taxes in Gyeonggi, has less family property. Why don't you go to him at this time, why come to us!

The Yan family were full of enthusiasm, vying to be the victim of this, but their heads were caught by the door!

How can a country gentleman with knowledge and status like me be so stupid.

"Are you going to kill others as an example?"

Yang Zhaoji was indeed annoyed by today's incident, who would have thought that those who really helped the court when the incident happened were these rough people who started their business as a salt smuggler.

Some well-known gentry in the local area scoffed at this.

What's more, even 1000 taels can be given out, which can be described as devoid of conscience!

Wang Zaijin said:

"No need, there was just a big earthquake in various places, let them spend some more time, and hand over the list to the emperor. The one in the palace will naturally have the means to deal with them."

Hearing this, Yang Zhaoji put down the saber in his hand, and said bitterly:

"I'm going to draw up a list right now, and report everything in it. If the emperor knows about this, they'll look at it!"

Chapter 181 Great Victory in Shenyang

In the first year of the Apocalypse, He Shixian, the then Shenyang defender, underestimated the enemy and rushed forward. He was surrounded by the Houjin soldiers and died in the suburbs.

After that, the imperial court discussed several times on the issue of abandoning Liaoshen and building the Ningjin line of defense, and finally Zhu Youxiao made an official decision, adopting the joint performance of Xiong Tingbi, Liaodong economic strategist, and Liaodong governor Hong Chengchou.

The Ming Dynasty did not hesitate to use a lot of manpower and materials to continue to defend the Liaoshen Plain. In addition, Mao Wenlong continued to land and attack Phi Island, which caused Nurhachi to be in a dilemma.

Shenyang Chenghuan has been repaired and abandoned several times, and now it is no longer as strong as it used to be.

Surrounding Shenyang, Houjin and Daming have been fighting fiercely for more than a year, and the guards here have also changed several batches.

Hou Jinguo, as Xiong Tingbi expected, once again mobilized troops at the time of Mengchun, and went south in a large scale.

After Nurhachi returned from Phi Island, he immediately recruited troops in Hetuala. He personally led 15 banners, claiming to be an army of [-], and mobilized the army to cross the Hun River.

At this time, the general of Shenyang guarded Yuan Chonghuan, the Ningyuan soldier who had been forcibly transferred by Zhu Youxiao several times.

At this moment, Yuan Chonghuan was wearing armor and standing on the city gate, watching the slave soldiers who had left a pile of corpses and retreated in panic, and quietly put the blood-stained wild goose-wing knife back into its sheath.

"Bing Bei, this is the third time the slave soldiers have retreated."

"This time they didn't send cavalry to gather up the dead slave's body against the artillery fire." Yuan Chonghuan didn't move, he hummed lightly, and said:

"According to your estimation, how many more days can Shenyang stay?"

Because of his father's and ancestors' training and blessings, Zu Dashou was awarded the world post this year, and he was one of Yuan Chonghuan's generals as a guerrilla general.

Speaking of which, his starting point was much higher than most generals.

Zu Dashou thought to himself that he was inexperienced in battle, and wondered why Bing Bei asked himself, but he still answered in a straightforward manner:

"Prepare the soldiers, and the slave soldiers attacking the city are nothing more than hiding behind the shield chariot, taking a ladder to fight our army up the city, and what I rely on is just holding on to the city and firing cannons with arrows and stones."

As soon as the words were finished, a loud bang was heard suddenly, the beam building at the head of Shenyang City trembled, and there was a lot of noise, and a Liao general hurried over:

"Soldiers, the slave soldiers are attacking the east gate with urgent troops!"

Yuan Chonghuan didn't have time to reply, his heart shuddered, he held the goose-wing knife, and rushed to the east gate with Zu Dashou himself.

After arriving at the east gate tower, Zu Dashou looked around and said intently:

"The slave soldiers installed tin carts!"

The so-called iron car is a magic weapon that Nurhachi has learned from his experience in siege battles in Liao for many years. In the past, the shield car could not withstand the bombardment of the defenders on the city, and it only served as a cover.

This iron-skin chariot is several times larger than ordinary shield chariots, wrapped in a hundred jin of iron armor, and has an extra space for armored soldiers to be hidden inside.

In the past, when sieges were made, once the iron carts arrived, they were almost invincible.

"Military equipment, our Western artillery can only aim at the slave soldiers in the distance, and the soldiers in the city can shoot arrows, stones and firearms, but they can't hurt the Tartar soldiers in the iron car. What should we do?"

Zu Dashou looked at it for a while, then turned to look at Yuan Chonghuan.

As expected, the current Yuan Chonghuan is also clenching his fists, there is nothing he can do, he regrets a little, why didn't he make sufficient preparations when he came out of Ningyuan.

At this time, a Liao general came running and said:

"Report to the soldiers, the slave soldiers arrived at the base of the city in iron carts, and hundreds of people have gathered below the city to start digging and digging a way into the city!"

"In Mengchun season, the soil is loose and loose. I'm afraid that within two days, a passage will be dug by the slave soldiers. The soldiers are prepared—" Zu Dashou said sharply:

"Order, instead of waiting for the slave soldiers to invade the city, it is better to pack up the soldiers and civilians and rush out of the city. I will swear to live and die with Shenyang!"

At the end of the speech, many Liao generals all looked at Yuan Chonghuan, the head of the city, but seeing the latter raised his eyes to the sky, he sighed sadly:

"Could it be that God helped the prisoner to destroy my Ming Dynasty!?"

At the moment of Mengchun season, iron carts arrived in the Jiannu camp, which can transport the armored soldiers to the foot of Shenyang city, start digging the soil, and enter the city through tunnels.

The heavy artillery could not hit the city, and the existing arrow-stone firearms could not hurt the tin carts. Yuan Chonghuan had no choice but to order multiple arrow-rock artillery to kill and wound the slave soldiers.

After staying for half a day, the projectiles were exhausted, and the defenders on the city had no means of resisting the slave soldiers. When they heard the sound of slave soldiers digging soil under the city getting closer, they all looked at each other in dismay.

The people in the city didn't know the battle situation ahead, and they were even more panic-stricken.

Thinking of the upcoming massacre of slaves, the lives of myself and my family will be trampled like ants by iron cavalry, and some people and soldiers who are greedy for life find knives to shave their heads and surrender.

Thinking about it, in their eyes, it is luckier to shave their hair and change clothes and become a slave of Jianlu than their whole family was slaughtered when the city was broken.

Early the next morning, Yuan Chonghuan knew that he could no longer just sit and wait for death. He summoned Zu Dashou and other generals of the Liao Dynasty to stand on the east gate tower, shouted sharply, and decided to leave the city:

"I ordered the soldiers to go out of the city and fight the slaves to the death. If the city is alive, the city will be destroyed and the people will die!"

Zu Dashou did not expect that the first battle ended in such a situation, and he had no complaints or regrets, and then shouted:

"Swear to live and die with soldiers!"

The morale of the Ming army was like a rainbow, but countless people came.

An old man trembled, stepped forward and said:

"We, the living people, don't want to wait at home to die, nor do we want to become slaves of Jianlu and be cast aside by our ancestors."

"Yuan's soldiers defended the city against the enemy, and devoted all their efforts to protecting the lives of the people in the city. Thank you, old man!"

Yuan Chonghuan looked moved, and quickly helped the old man up, saying:

"What did the old man say? Although He Shixian underestimated the enemy in the past, he fought to the death to defend the country."

"I, Yuan Chonghuan, wrote a pen and joined the army. I am determined to resist the captives, and I will die well."

"Everyone, take your hoes and rakes at home, and wait until all the soldiers and defenders of the whole city are killed in battle, and then fight with the bandits. If you kill one more, you will earn one."

"Yuan Bingbei—"

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, Yuan Chonghuan managed to muster up his determination to fight and die for the country, and he led the Liao army just a few steps away, when suddenly there were cheers from the top of the city.

"The slave soldiers have retreated!"

"The slave soldiers have retreated!!"

Yuan Chonghuan couldn't believe it, and hurriedly climbed up the tower with Zu Dashou and the whole city's soldiers and civilians. As expected, amidst the sound of mourning, Nurhachi called his bang to withdraw his troops unwillingly, and led his cavalry to leave in a mighty manner.

In an instant, fierce cheers sounded from the top of the city, and the flag of Ming Dynasty was waved in the air again.

Yuan Chonghuan couldn't figure out why Nurhachi suddenly withdrew his troops when he saw Shenyang was captured.

The wind and snow in the frontier are different every day.

As the Little Ice Age is approaching, the warming in Liaodi this year only took a few days. As soon as the Nurhachi iron truck arrived that night, it was found that Liaodi was rapidly turning cold.

During the daytime, thousands of miles are still clear, the wind is sunny and sunny, and in the evening, the dripping water turns into ice, and the wind and snow are bitter.

Overnight, Hou Jinjun was surprised to find that the tunnel they dug had been completely frozen.

If you want to dig again, just deposit it, it will be difficult to reach the sky.

Nurhachi's retreat this time was not because of Mao Wenlong's attack, nor was it because of Yuan Chonghuan's better defense of the city, but because the foundation of the city wall was too hard to be dug.

In addition, Amin's attack on North Korea this time was an unauthorized attack. Nurhachi was furious and estimated that Shenyang could not be captured quickly, so he made a decisive decision and decided to withdraw his troops.

As for Yuan Chonghuan, of course he boasted of this victory as a great victory and reported it to the capital.

Chapter 182

"The demonic atmosphere pervades the deep palace, and disasters appear immediately?"

"This Wei Dazhong is so courageous, he dares to compare me to King Zhou!" Zhu Youxiao stepped down from the imperial steps and walked straight to Wei Dazhong, trembling with anger, his words turned upside down:

"Tell me, how can I look like King Zhou?"

The cabinet minister Liu Yixiu frowned tightly, and looked at the wayward young emperor in front of him speechlessly, feeling really ridiculous in his heart.