It is April now, and the earth is full of spring and flowers blooming and everything is reviving, but it should be the spring rain in March, but it has not yet fallen. Everyone has begun to immerse themselves in the gradual despair.

Zhao Xing, who was temporarily living in the governor's yamen, woke up. Before he opened his eyes, he heard a rustling sound outside the window, soft and gentle. He sat up suddenly, opened the quilt directly, rushed to the window in his pajamas. He pushed open the window suddenly and saw thin raindrops dripping in the twilight sky like silver threads.

It's raining? I stretched out half of my body in disbelief and stretched my hand far out of the corridor eaves. There was really a hint of coolness coming from my palms, so peaceful and so knowing people's hearts.

At this time, a voice with a crying voice rang in the yard of the yamen: "God, you finally remembered this disaster-stricken Northwest, you finally opened your eyes."

When he looked, it was Hong Chengchou, who was wearing only the middle clothes, spread his arms in the rain, his face was facing the sky, and he screamed wildly, and finally he was crying.

Everyone in the yamen rushed into the yard, stood in this precious spring rain, crying and kneeling in the mud and water, thanking God for his gift to the people.

Zhao Xing stood in front of the window, looking at the small spring rain that could not be as small as it was, the crazy Hong Chengchou and the extremely pious people stretched out his hand to catch the spring rain. Although he knew that this was just a drop in the bucket, this rain was huge for the people of the whole northwest.

When Hong Chengchou saw Zhao Xing standing at the window, he immediately ran over and kicked him directly. Yes, he kicked open the door and pulled Zhao Xing up to the yard: "Kneel down, kneel down quickly, thank the Dragon King, thank God, thank the emperor for his grace, thank the emperor for his wisdom."

Zhao Xing hesitated for a moment, and finally knelt down with Hong Chengchou in understanding.

The main reason why Hong Chengchou was so excited was that he had just been in office for ten days. The people who had just been killed by Zhao Xing were already known as the King of Hell. But people believed in the sense of humans and gods. This rain was enough to justify Hong Chengchou and prove that Hong Chengchou was a good official, which brought this rain and hope to the northwest.

Zhao Xing was very nervous, and Zhao Xing was afraid that this small spring rain would disappear in a blink of an eye.

He sat under the eaves of the corridor with Hong Chengchou, who was in the same mood, staring at the northwest and the rain.

In this difficult and slow situation, a huge cry came from the northwest of the city: "Big, big, the emperor's kindness is vast, Lord Hong is the people."

With the sound, sure enough, the rain became heavy at noon and had become a sound of landing. In just a short time, rain lines began to fall on the eaves.

Hong Chengchou's excitement still did not calm down. He ran out from time to time and took the dripping water from the eaves to see.

The reason why he was so excited was still the ancients' superstition of the response of heaven and man. In his opinion, he was good at both virtues. He just took charge of Shanxi and Shaanxi, and brought spring rain more expensive than gold to this arid and barren land. This would greatly increase his prestige in Shanxi and Shaanxi, and could quickly gain a foothold here. The waves of Hong Renze in the city were shouted by the people, which was the best proof of his judgment.

Zhao Xing sat at the tea table and had to pour cold water on the excited Hong Chengchou: "Let's sit down. This spring rain won't last too long. Even if it is thorough, it cannot change the outcome of a severe drought in the future. You should be prepared to fight the drought."

Hong Chengchou reluctantly sat back on his seat, but his eyes were still staring at the rain outside: "No matter what, this rare spring rain can play a huge role in calming people's hearts, and there is no doubt that this is the case."

"Don't think too perfectly about things. Even if there is another one after this spring rain, it will not change the chaotic situation in the entire northwest. The pole of the 36th battalion of the bandits, with Wang Ziyong as the leader, will never part in the house immediately because of this rain. Among them, the king of the treasury Gao Yingxiang, the general of the treasury Li Zicheng, and the eight kings Zhang Xianzhong, are all dead and hard-working elements. Especially Li Zicheng is not only brave and good at fighting, but also resourceful, good at winning people's hearts, and fight repeatedly, and becomes a young strongman who cannot be killed. In the future, this person will force natural disasters to be even more tragic."

Zhao Xing raised this heavy topic, and Hong Chengchou's excited heart suddenly became cold.

"It's all the incompetent officials in Shanxi, Geng Ruqi's evil deeds, and Yang He left the disaster." Hong Chengchou said this, not to shirk responsibility, but to be true.

In history, the peasant war in the late Ming Dynasty should have been counted from the rebellion of the King of Chengcheng in the 7th year of Tianqi.

At that time, due to natural disasters and man-made disasters, Yan'an and Yulin areas had not rained for three years and were barren. The government still forced taxes. In the end, Wang Er climbed up and shouted: "It is better to die if he is forced to death by the government. Who dares to kill the officials and seize grain from me?"

As a result, tens of thousands of people responded and killed the local county magistrate.

In this era, in principle, bandits are everywhere, but as long as you don’t kill officials and seize the city, the government will regard you as air. Even prohibiting the prefectures and counties from reporting news of "concessions".

Hu Tingyan, who served as the governor of Shaanxi in the early years of Chongzhen, would report the matter of "thieves" and beat the person to the scene without regard for the love, saying, "This is a hungry gangster, and he will settle down after tomorrow spring."

However, this time Wang Er killed the officials and seized the city, and the paper could not keep the fire. The bandits' momentum was getting higher and higher day by day, and local officials could no longer hide it, so they had to bite the bullet and report to the court.

When the Ministry of War was ordered to investigate, local officials shirked each other. Shaanxi Governor Hu Tingyan said that the border soldiers under Yansui Governor Yue Hesheng were in chaos, and Yue Hesheng also said that the hungry people in the mainland of Shaanxi were "stealing". Shaanxi Censor Wu Huan each beat 50 slams in his memorial, saying: "The robbers were fired in July of Baishui, and there were few thieves on the border and many thieves. This year, all the thieves were reported to be sharp, and they moved to 7,000 to 8,000 people. Then the two thieves were shirking and hidden, which was actually caused by it." This matter was suppressed, but at this time the peasant uprising in northern Shaanxi had already begun to take shape.

Later, Geng Ruqi became even more supreme. He adopted hunger therapy for peasant uprisings. He strictly prevented the Yellow River from crossing the river and invading Shanxi, and then cut off Shanxi selling grain to Shaanxi, preparing to starve the bandits to death.

As a result, the bandits did not starve to death, but instead caused the refugees in Shaanxi to starve to death on a large scale. What should I do if I starve to death? It’s simple, let’s go up the mountain to make poles and join the peasant army.

In February of the second year of Chongzhen, Wu Zhiwang, the governor of the three sides, died of illness, and the left deputy chief censor Yang He took over. After Yang He arrived at office, he saw that the famine in Shaanxi was very serious, and hungry people without clothes and food were sent to join the bandits in a group, which made the military pursuit and suppression he deployed had little effect. The official army was exhausted, but the bandits increased. He felt that the social problems he faced could not be solved by military means. On the other hand, at the end of the second year of Chongzhen, he was ordered to mobilize a large number of elite troops to the capital to serve the king, which made him deeply feel that the troops were insufficient and poor to deal with. In this situation of difficulty, Yang He proposed the policy of recruiting and pacifying as the main and pursuing as the auxiliary. He began his theory of nourishing energy.

As a result, the people saw a way out. What kind of way out? If you want to obtain food, you should first be a bandit, and then accept the recruitment, and you will have food. Of course, there is not much food, and you can't eat much time to prove it, so you will become a bandit and accept the recruitment.

This is a good idea, so even the good people of Anshun picked up this operation.

This is the result. The more Yang He recruited, the more bandits he had. Now he has developed to the 36th battalion where Wang Ziyong was the leader, with a total of one million people, and other bandits of all sizes are even more numerous.

Now it is truly stable, and only the Yansui area, which is governed by Hong Chengchou, remains.

"Do it well, my Lord Hong, when you cry."

Hong Chengchou immediately looked at Zhao Xing with his request.

Zhao Xing stood up casually. He didn't want to get into this muddy water. Now in Zhao Xing's heart, he consolidated his power and status. This is the first, attacking and weakening Huang Taiji. This is the first enemy of the Han people and the second, and rectifying the administration of the Ming Dynasty is the third, and Zhao Xing can't even take care of local trivial matters if he doesn't want to.

"Don't count on me, I'm the Jinyiwei. I just tell you who wants to rebel, no matter the encirclement and suppression. But as long as you follow my established policy, the sky will not fall." Then look at the rain that stopped outside: "I'll go to Yulin now, and then I have to go back to Beijing. As the leader of the Jinyiwei, it's not appropriate for me to run outside. I'll say goodbye."

Zhao Xing is right, being with the king is like being with a tiger, and being hidden in the city is safe. But if you stay away from the court for a long time, you will be marginalized by politics. For a person who is addicted to politics and has ambitions, being marginalized by politics is more terrifying than being with a tiger.
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