"Zhongtang, this is Ningyuan Zhonghou's post. The bulletin has an urgent note on it."

Zhang Chengzhong, a reviewer of the Internal Secretariat and also a confidant of Fan Wencheng, a bachelor of the Internal Secretariat, was following Fan Wencheng, holding a stack of official documents in his hand and looking through them. The mobile phone was in Ningyuan City, and was called by the imperial envoy Fan Wencheng.

In the lobby of the occupied yamen, there was a crowd of people. They were all officials from the Guan Ning Army system who were stationed in Ningyuan. They were listening to the assigned tasks assigned by Envoy Fan Daqin.

"Has all the grain been packed on the truck? This trip is more than 2,000 miles away. Don't even think about finishing it in less than two months. There will be a lot of people and horses chewing along the way! How long will this batch go? Are there 20,000 people?

? Each person needs to prepare at least one stone of flour, as well as fine ingredients for mules and horses. We have to spread it wider. We would rather have more than less!"

"Are the escort troops ready? Although we are walking on the ground of the Qing Dynasty all the way, there are no flags or flags on the Monan grassland. They are not easy to mess with, so be careful!"

"How many pieces of silk and satin cloth have you prepared? There is a huge shortage of silver in the northwest. You don't need to bring too much, but you can't bring less silk and satin cloth. If you meet those Mongolian princes Beile along the way, give them a little to ensure safety. In case of shortage of food, mules and horses, you can also

If you can take it and exchange it for some, don’t say you don’t have it! Those sand boats coming and going on the Beiyang sea are selling a lot of things to you!”

"What to do with the crops in the fields? You don't have to worry about it. The regent will naturally send the servants of the Eight Banners to collect it. You can go on your way in peace and quiet. King Pingxi has already made arrangements for you in Ningxia and Gansu.

"

Fan Wencheng's imperial envoy turned out to be Dorgon, who was in charge of relocation. Although Dorgon had already approved the relocation of Guan Ning's family members in western Liaoning, Wu Sangui's implementation was a bit slow. It was difficult to leave the family, and they still had to go to Ningxia and Gansu.

If you want to go to Jiangnan, everyone will be on your way happily.

Besides, everyone planted seeds once this spring, and it’s only early summer now, so there’s no way to harvest! So everyone wants to wait until the autumn harvest before leaving.

However, Dorgon couldn't wait until after the autumn harvest and saw that the weather was getting colder. By then, the Monan grassland would be freezing and windy. How could we still walk? Even if people could bear it, what would happen to the animals? It would take two or three months to walk, and there would be no food allowed on the way.

Ah! If you really want to go that far, you must not hit the road after the autumn harvest. You should set off in summer at the latest. If you really want to delay the autumn harvest, you will have to hit the road in the spring of next year (not in Mengchun or mid-spring, you have to fatten the animals)

However, the war between the Ming and Qing Dynasties was about to break out. How could Dorgon wait so long? So he sent Fan Wencheng, a bachelor of the Internal Secretariat, to Ningyuan as the imperial envoy.

After Fan Wencheng finished his work, he was already a little dizzy and had a sore throat. He was not young, and his health was not good. He was recuperating before the Qing Dynasty entered the customs, and now he was working while sick. So he found a chair and sat down to relax.

, looking at his attaché Zhang Chengzhong holding the Fentang newspaper, he frowned a little.

"Where did it come from?"

"Ningyuan Zhonghou is responsible for military affairs."

"Nonsense!" Fan Wencheng waved his hand, "If you don't look at me, I'm in charge of the relocation. Military matters should be sent to the Shengjing General Manager's Yamen."

The General Manager of Shengjing is the predecessor of General Shengjing. It was established when the Qing Dynasty moved its capital to Beijing. The first General Manager was Dorgon's confidant He Luohui. The current General Manager is the second one, also a person of Dorgon, named

Ye Keshu. The military affairs in Liaodong are all under his control, and Fan Wencheng should not interfere.

"Zhongtang, even if you don't care about this matter, you should know about it."

"What's the matter?" Fan Wencheng and Fan Dazhongtang frowned and had to take the newspaper over to read. This was a big deal. A big bachelor jumped up immediately, "What? The Navy of the Southern Army

Already arrived at Juehua Island”

It turned out that this pond was sent by Niu Lu, a member of the Eight Banners Han Army stationed at Ningyuan Zhonghou Post. The report was that Juehua Island was captured by the Ming Navy!

Although Yu Daren tried his best to block the news, the matter was not kept secret for too long. This is because the fishermen on Juehua Island regularly deliver seafood to Ningyuan Zhonghou. After Ningyuan Zhonghou receives the seafood, he will also pick out the seafood.

The top quality was pickled with salt and then sent to the little emperor Shunzhi and Aunt Bumubutai in Beijing. This is how the salted fish on the table of Aunt Bumubutai came from.

Now that there is no one to send seafood, what should the little emperor do if he wants to eat salted fish? So Niu Lu, who was stationed at Ningyuan Zhonghou Post, did not dare to delay and immediately sent a boat out to sea. It didn't matter if he went out to sea, he immediately found patrols around Juehua Island.

The alert Beiyang Navy launched a sandstorm.

Don't look at the Eight Banners Heavenly Soldiers who were fooling around on land and didn't take the Ming Army seriously. But at sea, it was like a mouse seeing a cat. They ran back quickly. In fact, they didn't need to run so fast, because what they encountered was a group of people.

This sand ship had a limited speed and the wind was not favorable at the time, so it was impossible to catch up.

Of course, if they encounter a centipede warship, they don't have to run, because they can't run away at all. If they want to survive, surrender!

"No, I have to go take a look." Fan Wencheng put down the newspaper and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Zhongtang, where are you going to take a look?" Zhang Chengzhong asked.

"Of course it's Juehua Island!" Fan Wencheng gritted his teeth and said with a serious face, "How can you know how many troops the Southern Dynasty sent here without seeing it with your own eyes? This matter must be clarified!"

"Zhong, Zhong, Zhongtang" Zhang Chengzhong was frightened by Fan Wencheng, "You can't go! Although I am invincible on land in the Qing Dynasty, my navy is not as good as that of the Southern Dynasty. You are a bachelor of the Qing Dynasty. If someone

What's wrong, how can I explain to the regent?"

Fan Wencheng stroked his beard, "That's right." He suddenly turned to look at Zhang Chengzhong with an expectant smile, "Chongyi, are you a loyal minister of my Qing Dynasty?"

Zhang Chengzhong was stunned for a moment, then he understood something and had no choice but to nod with tears in his eyes.

He was from Guangning Wei. When Guangning Wei fell, most of his family died, and the rest became slaves and were incorporated into the Zhenghongqi. He was still young at that time, but he was smart and clever. He also read

He had passed the scholarship, so he was attracted by Fan Wencheng, who was also a member of Zhenghongqi, and became a book boy. Under Fan Wencheng's promotion, he became a scholar and became a reviewer of the Internal Secretariat.

He must repay such a great favor! Now is the time to repay

"Okay! I really saw you right!" Fan Wencheng said with a smile, "Don't worry, if anything happens, I will take care of your wife and daughter, so don't worry.

But don’t be afraid. You are a local from western Liaoning. You are dark and thick, and you don’t look like a scholar. You can pretend to be a merchant buying fish and go to the island. Even if you are caught, your life will not be lost.”

It has to be said that Fan Wencheng was quite predictable. As expected, his confidant Zhang Chengzhong came back with a full beard and tail. Even the money rat tail on the back of his head wasn't cut off, so he couldn't come back after his pigtails were cut, right?

So Zhang Chengzhong not only came back with pigtails, but also brought back some valuable information!

Well, the Southern Dynasty's Northern Expedition launched by sea is probably serious! Occupying Juehua Island is just the beginning. Western Liaoning is in danger! The Qing Dynasty is in danger!

"Dorgon, Dorgon, wake up quickly"

This night, Dorgon, who was sleeping soundly, heard someone calling his name in a daze. Who was it? Dorgon called his name casually? Dorgon, who was half asleep, was thinking about it, and suddenly his face was full of anger.

There was a stinging pain, someone was tugging at his beard!

"Who is it!" Dorgon shouted, his little eyes finally opened, and he was a little angry.

The regent's beard can be pulled at will?

"I, Queen Mother!"

An aunt's face appeared in front of Dorgon. It turned out to be Bumubutai, the Queen Mother of the Holy Mother.

"Bumbutai" Dorgon looked at the anxious expression on his beloved aunt's face and immediately asked with concern, "Is he the emperor?"

The little emperor of Shunzhi has been sick for the past two days. His seven-year-old child may be sick or something! What should I do?

"What are you thinking?" Bumbutai glared at him, "Fan Wencheng is here! Something big happened in western Liaoning. The army of the Southern Dynasty has invaded western Liaoning."
Chapter completed!