But this also requires some professionals to carry the tripod.

Zhu Youjian could give a lot of things, but he could not personally stare at people to digest these things. He had to have a special department, not the Imperial Medical Department, but a special medical department for the private sector.

And digestion is one aspect.

The black flag today needs progress.

As a politician, Zhu Youjian definitely has no time to use what he has in his mind to comprehensively promote the internal development of the Black Flag. In addition, there are very few people in all walks of life in the Liaodong area who can understand the drawings. Previously, the drawings of large harvesters made a group of masters of the Ministry of Works scratch their heads. Zhu Youjian kept pointing fingers and made successful success.

In order to avoid falling into a situation where drawings may not necessarily be made in the future.

Talent education must be followed quickly.

Now I can still absorb some from the pass, and I may not be able to do the talents in the pass after a while.

What to do?

Only schools can be run.

When Zhu Youjian wrote the three words "Doctor of Health" on paper, he regarded medical institutions as the top priority tomorrow. Then he thought about what to do and what kind of school to run on the way off work.

But at the same time, Dorgon reported that Wuerte had rejected the news again.

This made him clench his fists and veins on his forehead swelled up.

How is that possible!

He can come up with the method of growing cowpox and preventing the sores of the enemy! How can he not cure the sores of the enemy?

In an instant, his qi and blood surged and his anger hit his heart! In addition, he had asked a lama to plant cowpox for himself due to palpitations in the past few days. He was in the symptom of cowpox, and he fainted immediately!

The subordinates rushed to rescue him, and Dorgon quickly woke up.

After waking up, he stared at his already blood-stained eyes before he could do anything, a slave from Prince Yu's mansion wrapped his head in white cloth and knocked on the door.

Prince Yu of the Qing Dynasty, Aisin Gioro Duoduo, died of smallpox at the hour of Hai on October 13, 1949.

And at the same time, Dorgon cried and ran to Prince Yu's mansion, and the rational string in his heart had been pulled to the limit.

If something goes wrong, it will crack.

That night, the Eight Banners mourned the death of Duoduo, and the Black Banner also sent people to express their condolences. However, it was obvious that the Eight Banners did not give the Black Banner a good face, so it was already good to let the door in. After saying that, the gift was driven away in Dorgon's almost thrilling eyes.

Only Dorgon was the only one who was in the scene to rush into Prince Yu's mansion for the death of Duoduo so much that he was unable to feel sad for his love.

The next day, the Eight Banners kings held another small meeting, and initially agreed that the legitimate son of Dodo, Aisin Gioro Doni, would take over the position of the Lord of the Enangbai Banner. After the funeral of Dodo was completed, everyone would formally agree on this matter and then give Fulin a symbolic note, then Doni would take office.

Dorgon had no objection to this result, and was busy organizing his brother's funeral.

But on the third day.

Lead by Haoge and Jiergalang began to determine the locations of the Eight Banners in Shanxi and Hebei.

Not a bannerman, but an army.

In their plan, the main force of the Eight Banners will completely give up the capital and move to the local area. Therefore, for the sake of their personal safety, the owners of each banner will no longer stay inside the capital, and will only follow the main force of each banner.
Chapter completed!