How to make a famous minister

Preparations for the expedition were in full swing, and soldiers in armor appeared in the capital from time to time, and the atmosphere of the war gradually enveloped this majestic and magnificent capital.Fan Xuanchao also met them on the way to and from school.Those soldiers didn't show any signs of depression or fear, they were full of spirits, and they rushed to Liaodong with the idea of ​​making meritorious service on the battlefield and being promoted.

Although Fan Xuanchao is blind to history, he still knows about Nurhachi.After Nurhachi was Huang Taiji, then Shunzhi, and then the Qing army entered the pass.

Seeing that the Ming Dynasty will be destroyed in a few years, but now they can only watch them go to death with hope, which almost overwhelms Fan Xuanchao.Of course, Fan Xuanchao would not persuade the Ming Dynasty to surrender. He just watched those soldiers die hopelessly, and his heart was heavy.

It's just that he can't tell anyone about this feeling, he just silently watched them prepare for the battle, go out...and then die.

The sky is covered with fluffy white snow, and it is now in the Little Ice Age. The winter is extremely long and extremely cold, and far more poor and poor people freeze to death than in previous years.

Fan Xuanchao caught a snowflake, it was still very thin, it melted into the palm of his hand, leaving a piece of cold and wet. "We are just a snowflake..." Fan Xuanchao said with a sigh.Originally, he had already decided to join the Qing Dynasty, but looking at those soldiers, he suddenly felt guilty for this kind of thinking, feeling that he was treason and collaborating with the enemy, and he was sorry for those lives.

But obviously I am not from the Ming Dynasty—Fan Xuanchao defended himself from the bottom of his heart.I came here through time travel... The direction of history is Qing Miming, he just made the right choice...

But is this really the right choice?Or is it just history that cannot be chosen?

Although the war is approaching, the year still has to pass.As the saying goes, the New Year is the end of the year. For children, the New Year is a happy time. For adults, the New Year is a checkpoint.The winters of these years have become more and more difficult every year, long and cold, and at the end of each year, there are always reports of poor people freezing to death.

Therefore, at the end of every year, the wealthy families in central Beijing will always give alms outside the city, in addition to hot porridge and cotton-padded clothes and shoes.It is not only to do meritorious deeds, but also to help the poor.

Chinese New Year is coming soon, the family school is on holiday, and there is nothing he needs to do at home, so Fan Xuanchao took the opportunity to go out to check the porridge market outside the city.Originally, Fan Xuanlang also pestered him to come out to play, but Fan Xuanchao took him to a porridge market outside the city once, and he was about to lose interest.

It was dirty and smelly, and there were hundreds of people living in a few old tents and shabby quilts, not only the poor in the capital, but also refugees from Henan and other cities close to the capital.In the past few years, the imperial court would send people to appease every time this time came, but this year they couldn't take care of it.The rich Jia and the family of officials in Beijing spontaneously took care of them, but without the support of the government, although they could eat, it was impossible to eat enough, and even public security was a problem.

Fan Xuanchao is not a saintly person, he still has a little cleanliness, but when Fan Xuanlang asked him what is the meaning of this place, so that he can come here every day, Fan Xuanchao couldn't answer.

The men, women and children gathered here are not attractive, they are all yellow and thin; if you say that he is concerned about the country and the people, but he just watches and never takes the initiative to do anything; if you say he is just for show, Fan Xuanchao comes every day, I can even see those refugees in my dreams, and even dream of talking to them.

"We are going to die...Fan Xuanchao...we are going to die..."

"You are Fan Chao, are you Fan Chao?"

"Give me a bun!"

"Hey, aren't you dead? We're going to die too! Let's go down with you later."

"Ha!" Fan Xuanchao suddenly woke up from the nightmare, surrounded by silence, suddenly flustered, am I still... No, no, no, I still have the heavy feeling of the quilt pressing on my body.Fan Xuanchao touched the quilt on his body, it was warm.Turning his head, he could see the flickering fire in the charcoal basin.

Fan Xuanchao sat up and listened attentively, but he didn't hear the sound of the waking insects sleeping on the outer couch. "Awakening of Insects? Awakening of Insects?"

No one responded to him.Fan Xuanchao threw off the quilt and got out of bed, shivering with cold, not even wearing shoes, and ran outside quickly with his toes curled up.There was a person asleep on the couch, and a small charcoal basin was dark.The moonlight shone dimly on Jing Zhe through the thick window.Fan Xuanchao looked down for a while, confirmed that it was a sting, and stretched out his hand to check her breath, it was warm.Only then did he trot all the way in satisfaction, ran back to his bed, and covered him with a quilt.

His body was cold, and the quilt was still warm, and Fan Xuanchao sneezed when stimulated by the cold and the heat.Only then did Jing Zhe wake up, Jing Zhe called out twice, "Master? Master?"

Fan Xuanchao replied: "It's okay, you can sleep."

Jing Zhe was worried, put on a coat and came in holding a candle, touched Fan Xuanchao's head, and said in surprise, "Why is it so cold?"

Fan Xuanchao pretended to be innocent and said with a smile, "I kicked the quilt."

Jing Zhe said: "When I was the young master's age, I often kicked the quilt, but I slept with my mother at that time, and I never froze." She twisted the corner of the quilt for Fan Xuanchao, fed him a sip of hot water, and fiddled with the charcoal The basin made it burn more vigorously, Jing Zhe yawned and went back to sleep outside.

Fan Xuanchao lay on the bed, listening carefully to the silent sounds that can only be heard in winter nights, the snow fell from the branches, the stungs turned over outside, and the charcoal fire made a slight crackling sound in the charcoal basin. Unknowingly, it was peaceful He fell asleep soundly and didn't wake up until the sun was bright.

Fan Xuanchao stretched his waist, feeling that he had never slept so well all winter.Get up by yourself, put on your shoes and coat.When Gu Yu and Jing Zhe heard the movement, they rushed to help him get up, one raised the curtain, and the other brought hot water to wash his face.After washing up, Gu Yu served hot ginger tea, "Jing Zhe said that brother Chao kicked the quilt last night and got cold. Although he didn't get sick from the cold this morning, let's drink a bowl of ginger tea to relieve the cold."

Fan Xuanchao said nothing indifferently, and heard from Jing Zhe that he didn't go to say hello in the morning, and both Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Ma sent someone to ask.After Fan Xuanchao had breakfast casually, he was about to go to Mrs. Zhang's place. Hearing from Gu Yu that Mrs. Zhang had talked with Mrs. Ma's for a long time, he turned to Mrs. Ma's yard.

The old lady Ma lived a little far away from Fan Xuanchao, when he arrived to greet Ma and Zhang, Zhang even laughed at him: "It's almost noon, you are so late, Lang'er will laugh at you later of."

Fan Xuanchao said with a smile: "If Lang'er knew that I slept until now, he should have gone to my yard to trouble me just now. If he didn't go, he must have not woken up yet."

Fan Xuanlang is only three years old, and he still lives in the same yard with Zhang. When he is six years old, he will move out to live with Fan Xuanchao.

Ma said with a smile: "Brother Lang was sleepy when he was young, and the weather has been cold recently. I was the one who forbade him to say hello sooner or later. It's different from you."

Fan Xuanchao touched his nose and had no choice but to admit it.

Mrs. Ma beckoned him to come to her side, looked at him left and right, and said with satisfaction: "You look much better today, not as depressed as a few days ago. Although hard work is good, you should also pay attention to your body and combine work with rest. Don’t overwork and hurt the foundation.”

For the past few days, Fan Xuanchao had been going out of the city without telling his family. Mrs. Zhang thought he was just going to meet friends, go shopping and play, but he didn't expect him to be so courageous, so he took Jing Chuan and Jing Lou out of the city.Fan Xuanchao was also not allowed to pass Jinglou to report to anyone. As for Fan Xuanlang, giving him two candies stuck his mouth shut, and he did not reveal anything to Zhang.

Fan Xuanchao thought that these days, he went out every day and didn't spend much time with his grandmother, and he had another conversation with Mrs. Ma and Mrs. Zhang, which made the old lady smile.

After sitting for most of the morning, Fan Xuanchao came out of Ma's yard.Jing Chuan and Jing Lou greeted them, and asked in a low voice, "Are you going outside the city today?"

Fan Xuanchao suddenly remembered what the refugee said in his dream—"Hey, aren't you dead? We're going to die too! We'll go down with you later." Shivering, he shook his head, "No, it's almost New Year's Eve , just stay at home and read a book."

Jing Chuan and Jing Lou breathed a sigh of relief.

Something has happened to Super Young Master these days, so he has to run outside the city.How scary those refugees were, they were hungry and cold, Jinglou wondered if they looked at the young master in the wrong way.Fortunately, the young master won't be going today, otherwise Jinglou must ask the young master to bring two servants to protect him.