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

Chapter 202 Who shot Sun Kewang?

Jiang Qingyun took an arrow from his quiver, stabbed it hard into the dead rabbit, wiped the blood off Bashar's arrowhead on the sole of his boot, and nocked it to the bowstring.

Half an hour later~
Someone whispered, "The deer are coming."

Sure enough, three or five startled adult sika deer rushed out of the dense forest and fled down the mountain path. Everyone drew their bows and arrows, and the deer were hit by arrows and cried out in pain.

Jiang Qingyun suddenly changed direction and aimed at the familiar deer antler hat at the end of the woods.

huh~
One arrow hits Xiao Sun!
He suppressed his elation, took out another arrow from the full flask, and casually shot it.

……

Hey~
A bear roar echoed from deep within the dense forest.

The surrounding guards were so frightened that they quickly dropped their bows and arrows, drew their swords, and protected their commander.

The black bear itself had no intention of harming people, but people had the intention to harm the bear. An arrow was stuck in the black bear's eye, blood gushing out, as it charged towards the crowd.

The crowd immediately opened fire.

The black bear was hit by three arrows, but the arrows had little effect in stopping it. The intense pain made it even angrier and more agitated.

One of the flag bearers had his brains splattered after being hit by a bear's paw.

Another flag bearer wielding a knife was knocked away along with his knife.

With a roar, Shuo Dai gripped his tiger-shaped spear and charged head-on at the black bear, which weighed about two hundred pounds. Man and bear faced off head-on.

The bear's face was pierced by the sharp tiger spear.

Shuo Dai was also instantly thrown away by the enormous force, rolling two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) away.

The group rushed forward and hacked at the severely wounded bear with their spears and daggers until it died.

……

Bashar pulled the half-eaten arrow from the dead bear's eye socket and gasped in shock.

"It was the general's arrow."

The crowd looked at each other in bewilderment and passed the arrow around for inspection.

"The general's archery skills are divine."

"The Great General is none other than Yang Youji of our time."

"Wow, that's incredible! It was a blind shot!"

"The Ministry of War should bestow upon the Grand General the title of 'Super Brave Baturu'."

Jiang Qingyun waved his hands repeatedly.

"No~ No~"

Although he spoke modestly, his smile was impossible to hide; his mouth stretched all the way to his ears. At that moment, he felt completely joyful and relaxed.

One of the secrets to officialdom is flattery.

Most leaders are indifferent to, or even disgusted by, ordinary flattery. This is simply because they have heard it so many times that their ears are calloused.

So the question is, how do you properly compliment your boss?
The answer is: Praise what you lack.

For example, if you praise a leader who is a top academic expert for his high level of scientific research and exceptional intelligence, he will not be moved at all.

However, if you praise him for playing tennis well and saying that he has reached the edge of becoming a professional player, he will definitely be very happy.

For example, if you praise a leader who comes from a poor background and is not good-looking, he will not be moved at all.

However, if you compliment him on his noble appearance despite his poverty and his masculine charm, he will be very happy.

Leaders are actually quite lonely.

……

Finally, someone exclaimed:
"Something terrible has happened, Sun Kewang is dead."

Everyone rushed over, only to find Sun Kewang dead. An arrow had pierced his face, leaving it covered in blood and grime, his eyes wide open in death.

"Get out of the way."

"Who did this?"

Jiang Qingyun stepped over Sun Kewang's corpse and struggled to pull out the arrow shaft. He wiped the blood off the shaft and looked closely.

"Bashar, get over here right now! Look what you've done!"

Belbars was stunned, holding his arrows and muttering to himself.

"That shouldn't be the case. I remember I was aiming at a deer."

slap~
Bang bang bang~
Jiang Qingyun raised his hand and slapped him hard across the face, then added several more, making his palm hurt. So he kicked him squarely, and Basha rolled down the mountainside for seven or eight feet.

The crowd gasped in surprise.

Jiang Qingyun looked at him with a face full of disappointment and frustration:
"Listen up, everyone! This traitor Sun was dissatisfied with the imperial court's rewards and attempted to escape during a hunt, but we caught up with him and shot him dead on the spot. Do you all understand?"

"Whoo."

Everyone knelt down in unison.

Someone asked worriedly, "General, what if the court investigates?"

Jiang Qingyun said softly, "But I can't just side with outsiders, can I?" After saying that, he took a few steps forward and rushed to Bashar, who had just been helped up, and kicked him again, sending the 100-plus-pound man tumbling down again.

"You damn troublemaker."

After this incident, Jiang Qingyun's image instantly became much more impressive, and the hatred of the Eight Banners nobles towards him greatly diminished.

What do you say?
Perhaps this is the love of a loving father, a bit rough, but with good intentions.

……

Changsha City.

At the entrance of an antique shop in a poor location stood several burly men dressed in black, carrying sharp knives, wearing military boots, and with piercing eyes.

"Sir, please wait a moment."

"how?"

"There are guests inside, please wait a moment."

"understand."

Even in casual clothes, the chubby man, whose air of nobility was undeniable, smiled good-naturedly and sat down at a tea stall to drink tea.

Half a quarter of an hour passed.

The shop removed its door panels, indicating that the customers had left.

"Please come, sir/madam."

The shop is filled with a dazzling array of porcelain treasures.

"Sir, what would you like to see?"

"I have 3000 taels of silver to buy a birthday gift. Can you give me some recommendations?"

The shopkeeper took down a bronze candlestick.

"This is an artifact from the Western Zhou Dynasty. It was right next to King Wu when he first met Jiang Ziya."

"How much silver?"

"No more, no less, exactly 3000 taels."

“I’ll take it. But, shopkeeper, you said that the roads in Ganzhou are dark and slippery at night. Will this candlestick be able to light the way?”

"Of course!"

"okay."

"Please leave your address, and our shop will send someone to deliver it to your door."

Indeed, this is a rather romanticized way of accepting gifts in feudal officialdom.

……

Before I traveled through time, an old senior once said:
Struggle is never taboo, but one must pay attention to the methods, occasions, and targets.

Don't flip the table, reveal your hand, or make threats lightly.

Either keep quiet, or deliver a fatal blow.

We do not encourage being a hothead, and we certainly do not encourage being a coward or a bastard.

Inside the row.

Jiang Qingyun wrote four powerful characters in one stroke: "Harmony with the world." He then turned it over and wrote on the reverse side: "Settling scores later."

suddenly~
Zhou Cang reports:

"General, the venue is ready."

"Go and recruit 200 trustworthy soldiers, equip them with armor, swords, and shields, and have them stand by outside the field."

"As ordered."

Jiang Qingyun unfolded another sheet of Xuan paper, and with a flourish of his hand, wrote two large characters: "Meeting!"

Being able to decide when to hold meetings and what topics to discuss is something anyone who has been in officialdom knows what that means.

……

The so-called meeting place was actually a rather spacious gentry residence.

Hundreds of low-ranking officers and ordinary bannermen of the Eight Banners sat on the ground in the courtyard. They were neither wearing armor nor carrying weapons.

"Greetings, General."

"You are all warriors who participated in the Battle of Songzi. The main reason for calling you to this meeting today is to discuss the successful experience of this battle."

A buzz of discussion filled the courtyard.

Clearly, the rough drafts are not good at holding meetings.

Jiang Qingyun gave him a wink.

A clerk jumped out.

"Gentlemen, the General has summarized some key points of experience. If you would like to hear them, please feel free to speak up afterward."

(End of this chapter)