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

Chapter 357 The Newborn United Empire

inner city.

White banners, visible everywhere in the alleyways, flutter in the wind.
The whole city was dressed in mourning!

Every family was weeping bitterly!

In an effort to suppress the despicable and shameless bandit gang of Wu Sangui, the adult bannermen of the Eight Banners in Beijing suffered heavy casualties, with more than 12,000 people perishing in Hunan.

Alley entrance.

The slogans were shocking.

The Eight Banners were the elite of the empire!

The valiant Eight Banners soldiers defended the nascent united empire with their own blood!

The United Empire will never forget the Eight Banners soldiers who died!
To fight for one's country is an honor, even in death!
Ah~ the Eight Banners~
……

The familiar process, the familiar recipe, the familiar language style.

Frankly speaking, the content of these slogans was actually quite normal, but gradually, some of the more abnormal slogans were mixed in.

For example:

The most pressing contradiction right now is the thriving state of the empire versus the dwindling number of Manchu bannermen.

The world is vast, but reproduction is the greatest thing!
Have as many children as you want within three months!

We will strive to double the population of the Eight Banners within a year!
This is war too!
We must expand the flag at all costs!

……

Early morning~
The passing Manchu people couldn't help but take a few more glances at the young widow, Guarjia Liushu, who was leaning against the door, dressed in mourning clothes, and crying her eyes out.

They talked about it.

"Alin's family line has ended."

"Poor little widow."

Yes!

First, Old Banner Commander Ding Alin died in battle!

Then there were Arinbo's three young sons: one died in battle, one died of illness, and one went missing!

Even Alinbao's posthumous child unfortunately fell ill and died at three months old!
It sounds like a tragic world.

But in reality, Liu Shu was overjoyed.

As the only family member, she received four substantial pension payments from the government, enough for her to squander for a long time.

High-end fabrics, delicacies from land and sea, gold and silver jewelry.

……

evening.

As the sun was about to set, Liu Shu bolted the door and lit the candles.

She hummed a little tune, changed into an expensive Shu embroidery bellyband, draped herself in an exquisite Suzhou embroidery robe, crossed her legs, and sipped wine while eating sea cucumber.

Thump~ thump thump!

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

"From the government office."

Liu Shu quickly put on her mourning clothes and cap, squeezed out a few tears, and then unlatched the door. Outside, several bailiffs stood.

"Madam, we are here to register your household. How many people are in your family now?"

"It's just me."

"What about the rest?"

"They all died in battle."

"Could you please show me the certificate of compensation?"

"can."

After reading the four condolence letters, the constable solemnly asked, "Madam, are you pregnant?"

"what?"

Liu Shu could hardly believe her ears.

Is this something that can be asked in public? Although our Manchu grandmother is naturally bold, she wasn't this bold.

"Madam, are you pregnant?"

"My family is full of loyal martyrs."

"Madam, these are two different matters. Please answer the question from earlier truthfully! Are you pregnant?"

"no!"

The constable carefully wrote in the register: Sheep Selling Alley, fourth house, resident population: 1 person. Guarjia Liushu, female, 18, widow, not pregnant.

After the record was completed, the constable handed over two sheets of red paper.

"what is this?"

"Madam, though it is difficult to say, we, on behalf of the Imperial Court, solemnly inform you that you must quickly forget your grief, remove your mourning clothes, and dedicate yourself to the movement to double the number of Manchu bannermen." "W-what does that mean?"

"Find someone to have sex with, and get pregnant as soon as possible."

After saying this, the constable turned and left.

……

Title: Conceiving for the Nation!
Contents:

The empire was thriving, but the Manchu bannermen were dwindling in number.

Currently, the capital city has only 10 people, of whom only 7000 are adult bannermen.

critical!
Extremely critical!
Expanding the flag is imperative.

The newly formed United Empire inherited all the legacy of the Qing Dynasty and attached great importance to the Eight Banners.

The Grand Secretary has proposed that all Manchu women in the capital must complete the target within three months! Time is tight and the task is heavy; each banner commander must personally supervise the process.

All eligible Manchu women cannot shirk their responsibilities.

Let go of everything, forget everything.

They stepped forward to fight for the nascent empire.

To conquer the vast ocean and spread national prestige to all corners of the world.

After reading the entire content, Liu Shu felt a surge of anger rising to her throat, her vision blurred, and she almost lost her footing.

Absurd~
Unrivaled~
……

It must be said that the Manchus were a highly organized and obedient group. Faced with such outrageous demands, although they were dissatisfied and angry, no one openly refused.

Obedience has been ingrained in the very bones of the Manchu people.

Over the course of several years, Jiang Qingyun has repeatedly screened and eliminated the troublemakers among the Eight Banners, leaving only loyal and honest Bannermen.

Even the Ninth Banner disappeared without a trace. During the southern expedition, Jiang Qingyun deliberately gave them an opportunity, and the members of the Ninth Banner either rebelled or left the team on their own initiative.

Now, the divine skill has been mastered!
The purification process for the Eight Banners has been completed!
The first day of May.

The campaign to double the population of the Eight Banners officially began.

Ten boatloads of yin-nourishing and yang-tonifying medicinal herbs, urgently transported from the south, quickly sold out.

Traditional Chinese medicine shines brightly.

Manchu people, always in pairs.

Missionary Ferdinand Verbiest recorded:
In May, when spring is in full bloom and temperatures are soaring, the majestic eastern capital is filled with the exotic scent of herbs, which stirs the soul and fills one with longing.

Tens of thousands of young Tatar men and women responded to the Grand Secretary's call, engaging in sexual relations on heated brick beds, on the streets, outside the majestic Forbidden City, and everywhere else.

Standing on the top floor of the Zhengyangmen gate tower, I witnessed a breathtaking scene.

I spent two days creating a "Doomsday Picture," and I don't know how to comment on it. I sincerely pray for God's forgiveness.

I have a strong feeling.

I am likely to be one of the lucky ones envied by future generations, because I will witness history firsthand—a history that is magnificent, absurd, highly controversial, but which truly happened.

I've made all the preparations~
……

The instigator of all this, 24-year-old Jiang Qingyun, remained calm. He completely let go of his obsessions, freely enjoying sexual relations and seeking the ultimate aesthetic pleasure from sexual relations and politics.

Progress or backwardness?

Feudal or progressive?

At worst, we can prepare for both possibilities. If we can progress, we can also regress; if we can regress, we can also progress. It's not impossible to go through both.

History is written by strongmen.

If a strong person is strong enough, the course of history can be altered.

Perhaps it's because I've reached a certain age that some instincts have been awakened.

For example, writing a diary.

Jiang Qingyun prepared a diary with a sheepskin cover for himself. On the first page, he wrote stroke by stroke: Nothing happened today!

"Please invite Emperor Shunzhi to come here."

"Yes."

……

One hour later~
When Shunzhi arrived, the two men sized each other up from a distance of about ten feet.

Jiang Qingyun saw that Shunzhi was thin, pale, with sunken eyes and a hunched back, and his whole being exuded an aura of decay, decadence, and resentment.

"Your Majesty, how have you been these days?"

"Speak plainly, how do you intend to commit regicide?"

“I don’t really want to kill the king. On the contrary, I hope you live, and live a different life.”

Do you think I'm so easily fooled?

Do you think I need to lie to you now that I have power?

(End of this chapter)