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

Chapter 298 I Desire to Share the World with the Great Khan~
On the march.

Scouts and cavalry rushed over.

"Reporting to the Grand Secretary, our army has taken control of Datong Prefecture. The Chahar Khan, Abu Nai, has amassed 2 troops and is eyeing Datong, but has not yet clashed with our forces."

"Okay, you can go now."

Jiang Qingyun opened her eyes.

"Serve me pen and ink."

The two maids immediately cleared the table; one laid out paper, and the other ground ink.

Jiang Qingyun picked up his pen, and after a moment's thought, his brushstrokes flowed like dragons and snakes.

My brother, seeing this letter is like seeing me in person:

The world is in turmoil, and heroes are rising up everywhere.

My brother is a descendant of the Golden Family, the only legitimate heir of the Mongolian grasslands.

When we were in the capital, my brother and I hit it off immediately. He was brave and skilled in battle, of noble character, with a far-sighted vision and of noble lineage, which left a deep impression on me.

Today, birds can fly freely in the sky, and fish can leap freely in the sea.

My brother is making great strides on the grasslands, while I'm making my mark in the capital.

Brother should seize this opportunity to unify the grasslands.

The younger brother unified Mongolia.

I will unify the Han lands.

However, according to reports from the scouts, the Chahar tribe seems to be planning to move south to spy on us. I am very worried. How absurd it would be if brothers quarreled among themselves and outsiders benefited.
In the future, after we have both achieved great success, I wish to meet with you again in Mianchi to discuss how to divide the world together and create a wonderful story.

When brothers are of one mind, their strength can break even metal.

Border trade will not cease, just as our friendship will not cease.

……

Once a heartfelt letter is written, it is stamped with the Prime Minister's golden seal, and after the ink has dried, it is placed in an envelope and sealed with melted sealing wax.

Then they sent someone by fast horse to deliver it to the front line in Datong.

"Continue reading aloud."

"Yes."

Jiang Qingyun closed his eyes and thought to himself, "Abu Nai is a typical example of someone who is ambitious but incompetent. He clearly has no ability, but he always thinks about restoring the Yuan Dynasty."

However, it's not the right time to deal with him yet!
The lessons of Shanxi serve as a warning.

Being surrounded by enemies is dangerous. Now that he has finally resolved the situation in Shanxi, he can slowly deal with the other enemies, just like playing a game of Minesweeper.

Unfortunately, Wu Yingxiong's death triggered a series of chain reactions, making it impossible for Wu Sangui not to rebel!

Ugh!
It's like walking on thin ice.

Suddenly, Jiang Qingyun felt a pang of longing for Liu Rushi. If he could ride with her today, with her adding fragrance to the air and exchanging poems, the journey would surely be less dull.

For those who have long held high positions, in addition to sexual relations, they also need to cultivate some refined interests.

Can you dance?

"This servant knows a little."

"Jump over and take a look."

After the dance ended, Jiang Qingyun was not very satisfied. He couldn't help but think of Liu Shu's dance at Canglang Pavilion, which was graceful and elegant, like a dragon in flight. Even the goddess Luo could not have been more beautiful.

……

A guard came to ask for instructions.

"Prime Minister, a propaganda team from the New Life Movement requests an audience."

"parking."

The guards spurred their horses away, shouting loudly, "The Grand Secretary has ordered an end to the advance!"

The convoy stopped.

Jiang Qingyun stepped off the train, straightened his clothes, and walked away into the distance.

"The first squad of the new propaganda team pays respects to His Excellency the Grand Secretary."

A group of teenagers dressed in theatrical costumes and wearing various makeup looked at her with wide eyes. They all came from the Nancheng Orphanage.

Jiang Qingyun felt quite gratified. She looked at this one, then at that one, all completely unfamiliar faces. They say a girl changes drastically as she grows up, especially with heavy makeup.

"They've all grown so big?"

"I am grateful to the Prime Minister for raising me. If it weren't for the Prime Minister taking me in back then, I would have been a grave outside Xibianmen long ago."

The speaker was a tall woman with tears in her eyes.

"you are?"

"This humble servant is Han Yi."

"Ah, I remember now~"

Jiang Qingyun immediately recalled that incident from years ago: the girl outside Xibianmen Gate, sold by her father and nearly trampled to death by his horse's hooves. It wasn't that she had changed drastically, but rather that she had been completely transformed.

……

After the Xinxuan Troupe arrived in Shanxi, they performed in open-air venues in various towns, charging no fees, so every performance was packed.

Free movies, might as well watch them.

Watching plays is an excellent means of propaganda. Because the barrier to entry for watching plays is very low, even an illiterate person can enjoy it. For ordinary people in feudal times, watching a play could lead to months of enthusiastic discussion afterward.

On the second floor of a teahouse on the side of the stage, Jiang Qingyun watched the entire performance attentively.

This is a play I adapted from "The White-Haired Girl". It tells the story of an ordinary Shanxi peddler who borrowed money from a money exchange at exorbitant interest rates, which led to his family's ruin and death.

But while watching the play, he noticed a strange phenomenon!

The onlookers watched with great interest, but they were not angry, which was quite different from what was expected.

This puzzled him somewhat.
So where exactly did the problem lie?

Just as Jiang Qingyun was deep in thought, a guard came to report.

"Prime Minister, the propaganda team has arrived."

"Let them in."

Ten girls entered the house, without makeup, exuding a youthful aura.

Han Yi, the squad leader of the first squad, took the initiative to propose: "Let us offer a cup of tea instead of wine to the Prime Minister to thank him for raising us."

Everyone responded.

Jiang Qingyun smiled, picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, then waved his hand and said, "Sit down. There are no outsiders here today, so there's no need to be reserved."

"Yes."

The girls chattered excitedly, vying with each other for the food, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

Han Yi took the initiative to sit down next to Jiang Qingyun, her breath sweet and fragrant: "Prime Minister, would you please give us some pointers on our performance today?"

“Very good. But I don’t understand why the audience isn’t angry? They don’t hate the heartless bank manager because the protagonist’s family was destroyed.”

"I think it's because the shopkeeper in the play wasn't bad enough."

"Isn't this bad enough?"

"Yes."

Han Yi's face flushed, and she leaned closer, almost whispering.

"Prime Minister, in the play, a peddler borrowed 10 taels of silver from a bank and dragged it out for six years. With interest compounding, the manager demanded that he repay 25 taels, including principal and interest, but he still couldn't pay it back. So the manager told him to marry his daughter off as a concubine, and that was the end of it. Such a manager is simply a great philanthropist."

Jiang Qingyun frowned, firstly because he realized that the script he had copied was not close to reality enough, and secondly because he felt that Han Yi's intentions were too obvious.

This feeling is very uncomfortable.

But he still calmly asked, "So, how should the script be revised?"

"This humble servant dares not."

"But it doesn't matter."

"Yes. I suggest changing 25 taels to 125 taels, and changing the concubine-taking scene to the desecration of ancestral graves. Dramas need to highlight sharp conflicts to arouse the audience's anger."

"I'll leave the script revisions to you."

"Yes."

"Han Yi, what do you think of 'Wu Mantun's Survival Record'?"

"I feel that the meaning of this play is too profound, and those who are not well-read may not be able to understand the Grand Secretary's deep meaning."

"You revise it and submit it to me for review later."

"Yes."

Looking around at the group of beautiful women present, Jiang Qingyun was quite displeased. He noticed that these lively team members were inadvertently exuding charm with every gesture and glance.

Even eating a piece of fish can feel incredibly tempting.

He was starting to regret it.
……

4 days later.

Puzhou Prefecture, Ruicheng County, Fenglingdu.

The Yellow River roared, the flags fluttered, and the atmosphere was slightly tense.

Six thousand fully armed Eight Banner soldiers lined up in formation, while Jiang Qingyun sat outside a makeshift tent, waiting for Meng Qiaofang, the Governor-General of Shaanxi and Gansu, to come and pay him a visit.

This is the final test! Riding the wave of victory, we're probing Meng Qiaofang's bottom line.

Time passes minute by minute.

Jiang Qingyun slowly poured a plate of mutton into the charcoal-fired copper stove. On the table, chive blossoms, sesame paste, fermented bean curd, and other condiments were all ready.

Outdoor hot pot has a unique flavor.

After finishing two plates of mutton, the sound of horses' hooves finally reached us in the distance.

He looked up and saw more than thirty riders galloping all the way to within forty feet of the main tent. They dismounted in unison, turned to foot, and walked quickly toward him. Leading them was none other than Meng Qiaofang!
(End of this chapter)