All Heavens and Worlds Modified History System

Chapter 76 God's will is so, what can we do~~~
Grand Marshal's Office, main hall.

"This is a really poorly written article, quoting from classics and talking about the past and the present, and the four-six parallelism is unbearable."

Putting a proclamation criticizing himself on the table, Chen Ran shook his head and laughed, "Who can understand this except those sour Confucian scholars who shake their heads and nod their heads?"

"Hahaha~~~"

All the generals laughed in agreement, their smiles were friendly and standard.

The Ming Dynasty's communication capabilities were very poor. Even between the capital and nearby Tongzhou, communication could only be carried out through messengers once every two days, not to mention distant places.

It took a very long time for the news of the emperor's abdication, the prince's accession to the throne, Chen Ran's reopening of the Grand Marshal's Office, etc., which took place in the capital, to be transmitted to various places and then fed back.

In the areas that Chen Ran could directly control, the large-scale cleanup was almost over, and tens of millions of taels of treasure had been extorted.

The message of the emperor's support and the suppression of the rebels from the distant land gradually spread over.

The things he did are well understood by the educated people of this era.

The Cao thieves in every dynasty have always taken similar steps.

Well, except for the Sima family who killed the emperor in the street.

Different places had different reactions to what happened in the capital.

The most intense reactions came from the princes in various places, who basically issued manifestos to fight against the rebellion and call for the king to serve the country and purge the court.

Of course, every prince had a beautiful dream of seeing rebels murder the previous emperor's family, and then he himself would go to the capital to inherit the throne and fulfill the old Han Dynasty's wish.

As a prince, who doesn’t have a dream of becoming an emperor?

"If Qingshan doesn't come to me, I will come to Qingshan." Chen Ran tapped the manifesto on the table with his fingers, and he had already made up his mind, "If you don't respect the new emperor, you will be considered a traitor. You will be stripped of your royal title, your jade disc, and your clan genealogy. Come one by one in order of distance."

"The closest one is the King of Jin." Wen Tiren, who participated in the military meeting as a civilian official, stroked his beard and smiled as he sat on his chair. "The governor of Shanxi Province regards the King of Jin as his leader and plans to raise an army to attack the Grand Commander."

Hearing this, everyone in the hall laughed.

The most powerful troops of the Shanxi Provincial Government are naturally the Xuanda Border Army.

However, the elite troops of the Xuanda border army were all taken to the grassland by Mangui, and no one knows where they are now.

The generals ignored the rest.

They were in the army and had long been in contact with the new Ming army, which was fully fed and well-trained, and they knew how terrifying its combat effectiveness was.

Almost everyone has the level of a servant!
With nearly 100,000 servants, the whole world can be conquered.

"Grand Commander, there is something about Shanxi." Wen Tiren chuckled and said, "A big merchant in Shanxi sent someone to deliver a letter. He said he is willing to serve the Grand Commander and is willing to offer money, grain, livestock furs, beauties, treasures and anything else."

The Ming Dynasty is so big and has such a large population.

There are those who are willing to serve the king and fight against the traitors, and naturally there are also those who are willing to serve the traitors.

As long as the benefits are in place, not to mention traitors, even the Jiannu outside the Great Wall can become good business friends.

After all, they are businessmen. As long as they can make profits and share dividends, what does family, country and the world matter?
"Oh?" Hearing this, Chen Ran's eyes changed subtly, and he picked up the tea bowl calmly. "What do they want?"

"Open a trade." Wen Tiren laughed. "They said there were many white disasters on the grasslands and the livelihoods of the Mongolian tribes were difficult. Opening a trade market could save countless lives and it would be a great merit. Anyway, it was just some nice words. They wanted to open four trade markets and let them manage them, and pay taxes to the governor every year."

"Hey." Chen Ran lowered his eyelids and took a sip of tea. "Since the Jiannu business is gone, they have set their sights on the grassland tribes. It's hard to make money and support the bandits."

Wen Tiren was a little confused and didn't quite understand what this meant.

In the Ming Dynasty, it is an old custom for big merchants to show respect to the bigwigs in the court.

It's a good thing that the big merchants in Shanxi are willing to pay tribute. Why does the commander-in-chief look unhappy?

Putting down the tea bowl, Chen Ran asked slowly, "Which ones are there?"

"The Kang family in Linfen, the Qiao family in Qixian, the Chang family in Yuci, the Cao family in Taigu, the Hou family and the Fan family in Jiexiu, the Qu family in Qixian and the Kong family in Taigu." Wen Tiren added, "They are all wealthy merchants."

A wealthy businessman is not only rich, but also has intricate connections and backers.

"After earning so much blood-stained silver, of course you are rich."

Chen Ran sighed softly, "Even so, there are still people praising him for this."

Wen Tiren was slightly startled and finally realized something was wrong. It seemed that the Grand Commander was very dissatisfied with these eight families.

"Wu Xiang, Wu Sangui." Chen Ran looked among the generals and finally named Wu Xiang and his son.

Although they also belonged to Liaozhen, Wu Xiang and his son were typical marginal figures under Chen Ran.

Since arriving in the capital, they have had nothing to do all day. Every day they just report to the Grand Marshal's Mansion and go home before dark. The nine-to-five life is almost exhausting for them.

Hearing the call from the Grand Commander, he was stunned for a moment before reacting and hurriedly stepped out to salute.

"You two, lead 3,000 soldiers and the Jinyiwei from the East and West Factories to go to the Shanxi Provincial Government." Chen Ran stood up and stood with his hands behind his back. "Ran these eight families thoroughly clean up!"

Wu Xiang was overjoyed, as he finally had a chance to make a name for himself.

He hurriedly bowed and accepted the order, and then said, "Grand Commander, the Governor of Shanxi and the King of Jin..."

It is no problem for three thousand soldiers to raid the merchants' homes, but if they run into the rebels of Prince Jin, Wu Sangui will be eager to try, but Wu Xiang has suffered a psychological trauma from the defeat.

"Shang Kexi, Kong Youde." Chen Ran looked around and named his men again.

The two generals who had taken the initiative to curry favor with Chen Ran during the Dongjiang Town period, happily stepped out of the line and saluted in response.

"You two will each lead 10,000 troops, one will go to Xuanda and the other will go to Jingxing, and attack separately. Is two months enough to quell the rebellion?"

The two men looked at each other, saluted again, and said in a loud voice, "Reply to the Grand Commander! Within two months, we must capture the rebel king and throw him in front of the Grand Commander!"

"Go!" The former governor of Shanxi was Geng Ruqi, who led 5,000 elite soldiers from Shanxi to rush to the capital to rescue Huang Taiji when he invaded the capital and triggered the Jisi Rebellion. However, he was treated harshly by the court, with no food or money, and was eventually imprisoned for causing the mutiny.

Five thousand elite soldiers were later recruited by Chen Ran and became an important cornerstone for his takeoff.

However, Geng Ruqi was used as a scapegoat and thrown into prison, and was eventually executed by order of Emperor Chongzhen.

He came to rescue the emperor loyally, but ended up being killed by the emperor. Who can he turn to for justice?

He was succeeded by Xu Dingchen, Right Censor-in-Chief and Governor of Shanxi.

When Xu Dingchen received the news from the capital, his first reaction was disbelief.

He didn't believe that Chen Ran, a great hero who defeated the Jiannu, would do something like imprisoning the emperor.

It was not until the confidant sent to the capital came back and explained that all this was true that the angry Xu Dingchen cursed, "All warriors are unreliable!"

He immediately sought out the King of Jin and fought against the enemy in his name.

The anti-rebel manifesto was beautifully written. Xu Dingchen was very pleased with it for three days and thought that his writing skills were first-rate.

Then, all kinds of troubles came.

"Sir, the people of Xuanda said that Marshal Man has not returned yet, so they dare not send troops without authorization. Disobeying military orders will cost you your head."

"Your Excellency, the governor, all the prefectures, counties and districts have reported an emergency, saying that the treasury is empty and has neither money nor military supplies. Please find a solution yourself, Your Excellency."

"Sir, the Prince of Jin said that the palace does not have extra money and food to support the soldiers, and he urged you to send the palace's state salary for the past few months."

"Sir, the merchants and businesses in various places have contributed a total of 25,000 taels of silver, and they said that this is all, and they will not give a penny more."

"Your Excellency."

"Bang!" Xu Dingchen kicked the huanghuali chair over, and said helplessly and furiously, "This is too much!"

When he was not fighting, he could do anything with ease. He could also write and read in his house and interact intimately with his beautiful concubines.

But once we started preparing for the war, life seemed to have changed completely!

Xuan Da's troops were out of control and he could do nothing about it.

The real elite troops from other parts of Shanxi were lost in the capital as early as the second year of Chongzhen.

As for the rest, the number of empty salaries, arrears, and casualties may seem large, but in reality it is hard to describe in a few words.

Sending troops requires money, food and military supplies. Even if each person is only given a stick, at least they should be given some porridge to drink, right?

But only at this time did Xu Dingchen realize that he had neither money nor food.

All the local prefectures, states and counties were insincere and did not provide any money or grain. At most, they arranged for the yamen runners to send a group of so-called soldiers tied with ropes to support the king.

Xu Dingchen was helpless about this. He had no power to appoint and dismiss local officials, so naturally he had no way to control others.

In the past, one could submit a memorial to impeach, and basically every time the governor impeached his subordinates, his impeachment was successful, which was the only way to establish prestige.

But now, should the impeachment memorial be sent to General Chen Ran?

it is ridiculous.

"Your Highness, Prince Jin!" Xu Dingchen knew that Prince Jin's mansion had money and food, so he simply went to the door to ask for it. "How can a man who is doing great things be stingy?"

"Your Excellency the Governor knows that there have been many natural disasters in recent years, and the palace has no surplus food." Zhu Shenxuan, the contemporary Prince of Jin, had a standard big belly like the princes of the Ming Dynasty. After watching the singing and dancing all night, the prince yawned and stood up. "The matter of money and food is the Governor's responsibility. Please don't bother me anymore."

Seeing Zhu Shenxuan stop in his tracks when he was about to go into the backyard to rest, Xu Dingchen was delighted, thinking that he had changed his mind and was going to pay the money and grain.

Unexpectedly, the Prince of Jin said, "The court has been in arrears with the supplies for the palace for more than half a year. The governor should remember to ask for them as soon as possible. The palace is almost unable to make ends meet."

Xu Dingchen was really at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Since the first Prince of Jin, Zhu Gang, the third son of Emperor Taizu, the Prince of Jin's Palace has been the largest landlord in Shanxi, and the palace has invested in various businesses.

After more than two hundred years of accumulation, I dare not say much else, but the money and food to support tens of thousands of troops can be easily taken out.

Can.
‘Alas~~~’

Xu Dingchen left the palace with a long sigh. Before he got on the carriage, he could faintly hear noise from the end of the street.

He immediately sent his attendant to "go and see what happened."

Not long after, the personal attendant came running back in a panic, shouting, "Sir, there's a mutiny~~~"

Xu Dingchen was shocked and asked, "Why did the army mutine?"

The attendant responded with a bitter face, "Your Excellency, I heard that the soldiers had not eaten for three days and they could not stand the hunger so they mutinied."

"How is this possible?!" Xu Dingchen was furious. "Our department clearly allocated 9,000 dan of grain for military rations. How could we have no food for three days?"

The so-called army that came to support the king was not given any salary, and even had to eat only porridge.

The original 9,000 shi of stale grains could be sustained for a while by eating only porridge.

However, the generals of this army were all the palace guards sent by the Prince of Jin.

As soon as they took office, they resold these thousands of stones of grain to grain merchants.

The hungry soldiers were of course going to mutiny. They couldn't just starve to death.

Upon hearing this, Xu Dingchen staggered back several steps and leaned against the carriage.

He turned his head and looked at the magnificent Prince Jin's Mansion behind him. He felt dizzy and almost couldn't breathe. He shouted in grief and anger, "This is God's will. What can I do~~~"

(End of this chapter)