You can't only love the Qing Dynasty when you're eating the fruits of others' labor.

Chapter 133 If the banner lord opposes raising the wages of his banner soldiers, then he is no longer the banner lord.

Forbidden City.

Three steps to a post, five steps to a sentry.

The temporary council of princes and ministers lasted for a full hour and a half.

Shunzhi won a great victory, and no one openly opposed him.

The famous unconventional writer from beyond the Great Wall, Nurhaci, once said: "If a banner lord opposes raising the wages of his banner soldiers, then he is not a banner lord."

The more a slave owner there is, the more they understand this principle.

If you don't pay people, what kind of authority do you expect? What kind of loyalty do you expect?
The Ministry of Revenue Affairs Process Reform Group was successfully established, with Jiang Qingyun serving as the Minister in charge. The group consisted of 10 assistants responsible for specific implementation.

In his excitement, Shunzhi took some time to enjoy himself at the Red Palace for half an hour.

By the time they returned to the palace, it was nearly evening.

Wu Liangfu asked cautiously, "Master, should we send some eunuchs and nannies to stay here?"

"What do you want to do?"

"This servant is afraid that there are no rules in this place."

"Bullshit. Once there are rules, there's no life. The women in the Forbidden City have rules, but they're all like dead fish."

Wu Liangfu dared not utter a sound, but he harbored resentment towards Jiang Qingyun.

……

The next day.

The main hall of the Ministry of Revenue was completely silent, yet bustling with people.

All officials at the level of principal officer and above were present, eagerly awaiting the meeting!
I waited for a full fifteen minutes.
Jiang Qingyun then emerged from behind the hall, took his seat as Minister of Revenue, and looked at the dozens of complex eyes below him.

"Chief Clerk of the Jiangnan Clean Officials Office".

"The subordinate is here."

"Chief Clerk of the Shandong Provincial Bureau of Civil Affairs".

"The subordinate is here."

"Minister in charge of the three treasuries"

"Master is here."

The Minister of the Three Treasuries was a member of a collateral branch of the imperial family, and he had an arrogant expression on his face.

Jiang Qingyun sneered, picked up a red stick, and gently tossed it down.
"Take them all."

A group of guards in yellow jackets rushed out, pinned the three men down, knocked off their official hats, and twisted their hands behind their backs.

“They are all corrupt and lawless scoundrels. Drag them away and torture them for interrogation.”

……

The scene was silent.

Jiang Qingyun shouted, "Take off your official hats and raise your heads so I can have a good look at you!"

Everyone looked up at the same time.

Jiang Qingyun stood up and began pointing at people. As soon as he pointed to someone, the guards rushed in and grabbed that person. In a short while, they had captured four people.

Judging by their faces, anyone who looks honest and kind but also poor is arrested on the spot.
Some pleaded, some cursed.

"I was wronged."

“You, surnamed Jiang, you can’t do this! You cruel official, you’ll die a horrible death!”

"Why are you arresting me? Why?"

The sound faded away.

Looking at the uniformly fearful eyes below, Jiang Qingyun smiled and said, "The Ministry of Revenue was crowded, but it's much more spacious now. Gentlemen, don't you agree?"

Everyone quickly smiled apologetically.

"I will take my leave first. The specific reform procedures will be read aloud by the newly appointed head of the Southern Archives, Zhou Shao."

One person stepped forward, cupped his hands, and asked:

"My lord, I am the head of the South Office. He has arrived. Where should I go?"

Jiang Qingyun roared:
"Go to jail."

As a result, there was one less person present.

……

The first step in reform is to establish authority by taking charge of people.

Taking people in a targeted manner can demonstrate determination, but taking people indiscriminately is even more impressive, demonstrating absolute power and utter madness.

Roosevelt once said: "I'm 95 out of 100, and I know all my methods."

The first step was a success. The immense fear overshadowed the widespread discontent. In the face of the extremely domineering Vice Minister Jiang, everyone in the Ministry of Revenue was as obedient as a flock of chicks, easily driven away.

Zhou Shao loudly read out the "Several Provisions on the Reform of the Ministry of Revenue's Administrative Procedures," which consisted of ten major items and eighty-five minor items. "Gentlemen, did you all understand?"

"clear."

"Take a copy home and study it carefully, memorize it diligently. From now on, you must leave a record of your work. The result is not important, the procedure is the most important. If the procedure is wrong, all your efforts will be in vain."

"Whoo."

A group of people left with long faces.

The treacherous winds of the Censorate have finally reached the Ministry of Revenue.

……

South of the city, at the Chiang Kai-shek residence.

When Jiang Qingyun and the monk Tianji were playing chess.

A subordinate reported:

"Vice Censor, the eight people arrested by the Ministry of Revenue are currently under interrogation. Six of them have already confessed. Based on the evidence we have so far, the smallest amount embezzled was 5000 taels, and the largest was 30000 taels. One person suddenly fell ill and died during interrogation, and there is still one person..."

"what happened?"

"This man was known for his integrity. He entered the Ministry of Revenue in the second year of the Shunzhi reign. He was neither obsequious nor sycophantic, and he was neither greedy nor took bribes. People were sent to his home to check on him, and it was indeed bare and destitute."

"This kind of person is even more terrifying; he has grand ambitions. Investigate him to find out what kind of leader he is on Emperor Yongli's side."

"Whoo."

"Was the one who died a suicide out of guilt?"

"Yep."

"This man has severed himself from the Qing Dynasty and from the Emperor, attempting to blackmail me with his death. His intentions are despicable; confiscate his property."

……

He arranged everyone's fate in one fell swoop.

"Monk, do you think I am now a demon or a Buddha?"

“Amitabha, Dongweng is only one step away from becoming a Buddha.”

"Which step?"

"Let the knife cut down and become a Buddha."

Jiang Qingyun laughed heartily and placed the chess piece in his hand away from the fighting dragons in the far corner of the chessboard.

“Monk, I can’t put down the butcher’s knife. If I do, countless people will pounce on me and tear me apart. Most of these people are evil, but there are also some good people.”

"In the process of killing evil people, it is inevitable to accidentally kill good people."

"Yes, and he's addicted to killing."

"That's why there are demons."

"Monk, tell me, have all Buddhas been demons at some point?"

“Master Dong, you have great wisdom. Without the experience of demonic paths, you cannot become a Buddha. In fact, most people who become Buddhas are still half-demons.”

"Why?"

People are not afraid of Buddha, but they are afraid of demons.

……

The monk Tianji was clearly affected by the lone piece in the corner, which affected his judgment. He always thought it was a hidden piece, an ambush, and that a main force would definitely join it, but he couldn't see it no matter how he looked at it.

As the saying goes, "effort leads to error," and this applies to both writing a book and playing chess.

Looking back and forth disturbs one's mind.

After 20 lots~
A large dragon was surrounded, and he abandoned his piece and conceded defeat.

"Master Dong's scheming is deeply ingrained; this humble monk has been misled by you."

"It's easy to calculate the minds of ordinary people. But if the other party is not human, then it's impossible to calculate."

Who is "Dong Weng" referring to?

"I do not know."

Jiang Qingyun shook his head.

“Monk, I want to recommend you for entry. If you can gain a foothold in the palace, it will be of great help to me. Monk, lend me a hand, and 500 years from now, 1000 years from now, we will be recorded in history together, with both praise and condemnation.”

"To participate in this grand event is something we could never have hoped for."

Tianji's calm eyes concealed an uncontrollable fervor.

While the two were chatting, the calico cat remained perched on the stone table, looking at this and that. Only when the game was over and its owner had left did it enthusiastically stretch out its paw to fiddle with the pieces.

One by one, the chess pieces were playfully knocked to the ground.

Some chess pieces shattered into pieces, some rolled into ditches, and some fell into flowerbeds. Just like the fate of mortals, it is often decided by strangers.

(End of this chapter)