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

Chapter 373 Phenomena That Medicine Cannot Explain

Jiang Qingyun took out his Hangzhou silk handkerchief and pressed it against the man's bleeding limb. The handkerchief was quickly soaked with blood, and the man stammered, at a loss.

"Who is the cook in the wounded soldiers' camp?"

A short while later, a man with a big head and a thick neck arrived.

"Are you the cook here?"

"Yes."

Jiang Qingyun took out a silver ingot from his pocket.

"Go and buy two pigs. I'm having lunch with the brothers from the wounded and sick camp today."

"As ordered."

When the Grand Secretary ate, his entourage was in a flurry of activity.

Some guards went to the kitchen to help out, ostensibly to help out, but in reality to supervise.

The guards rushed to clear out a barely clean area.

Others quickly opened windows and wooden doors to ventilate and try to dilute the polluted indoor air.

……

Pork stew with cabbage.

High in oil, high in salt, and high in spice.

The wounded, who had previously been listless, began to eat and drink voraciously, making a mess of their food.

Jiang Qingyun sat in the middle of the crowd with a large bowl in his hand, showing no signs of being a prime minister. He chatted and laughed with the wounded, and the scene was so touching that it was almost frightening.

He even picked up a thick piece of fatty meat from his bowl and put it into the bowl of the man next to him who had both knees amputated.

"Eat more to replenish your energy."

"Hey."

The man lowered his head, tears dripping into the bowl.

Unbeknownst to them, something called hope was instilled in everyone's hearts.

"50 mu of land, 1 ox, 3 houses, brothers, live well. In a few years, I will come back to visit you."

"Then, then I'll treat the Grand Secretary to stewed meat."

"A word is settled!"

Everyone present laughed.

Is there anything else you need?

Everyone shook their heads left and right like rattles, but one person hesitated to speak.

Jiang Qingyun immediately pointed at him.

"You, be bold and tell me, what else are you missing?"

"I need a wife!"

There was total silence.

"Be bold!"

Zhou Peigong was truly furious.

"You dare to do that! Kneel down!"

Jiang Qingyun was also furious.

……

Hundreds of wounded soldiers watched the young prime minister, hands behind his back, frowning, pacing back and forth—one step, two steps, three steps, four steps.
Getting married is indeed very difficult.

But when the Grand Secretary took his seventh step, he suddenly burst into laughter.

"Tomorrow I'll have someone take you to the prisoner-of-war camp in Shengjing to choose your wives. Whoever you fancy will be your wife. Have as many children as possible, especially sons, then you'll have something to look forward to in the future."

Strategic planning!

Wise and mighty!

benign countenance!

As if by telepathy, everyone knelt down in unison, and their kneeling only made Chief Minister Chiang appear even more imposing.

"Brothers, your wounds are not yet healed, get up quickly."

The crowd remained kneeling and refused to rise.

One of them spoke for everyone: "Prime Minister, in fifteen years, I will send my son to serve in the army for you."

"right!"

Jiang Qingyun's eyes welled up with tears, and he quickly drew his sword and chopped off a corner of the table.

"A word is settled!"

“It’s a deal!!”

News of Premier Chiang's inspection of the wounded soldiers' camp spread quickly, causing a great stir among the people!
In the army, Chief Minister Chiang's personal prestige rose sharply, and even soldiers from other provinces who had never seen his face believed that the Chief Minister was worthy of support!

The morale of the army quickly shifted to Chiang Kai-shek.

The various military leaders saw this and were filled with fear. Although they were very unwilling, they had no choice but to accept it.

……

They acted swiftly and decisively, immediately launching a large-scale registration and record-keeping campaign for wounded soldiers.

As per the Grand Secretary's request, villages were to be established based on military camps or fellow villagers, such as Kaifeng Village in Henan, Shangzhou Village in Shaanxi, and Meizhou Village in Sichuan.

This is further subdivided into villages one through five, and so on.

Map divided into regions!

In just one day, they divided up all the land in the Liaohe River region.

Anyway, there's plenty of land in Liaodong.

After defeating the Eight Banners, Liaodong became unclaimed territory!
Those soldiers who only suffered minor injuries became the envy of everyone. They had houses, fields, oxen, wives, and a sum of compensation money. They were definitely winners in life.

Aside from being a bit cold, there's nothing wrong with the area outside the pass.

The army doctors were astonished to find that the wounded soldiers in the camp were healing faster than they had imagined; apart from severed limbs that could not regenerate, sword wounds healed remarkably quickly. Medicine, after all, was conservative.

Faced with an exceptionally powerful spiritual healing force, medicine is like a clown, cowering humbly in a corner, too ashamed to utter a word.

Ah ~
Chiang Kai-shek
Ah ~
Miracle~
……

Puhe City.

A small military settlement located more than 100 miles northeast of Shengjing.

A small-scale battle has just ended.

Dozens of mutilated Manchu corpses lay on the ground; there were few able-bodied men, mostly the elderly, women, and children.

The cavalry captain leading the group slowly wiped his blood-stained sword.

"Brothers, assemble under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village in half an hour. Whoever is late will be punished with a beating."

"As ordered."

More than a hundred Tianyou Army cavalrymen excitedly dispersed to loot valuables.

People were kicking down doors, breaking through walls, climbing onto roof beams, and pondering the well. Cheers frequently erupted in the village as lucky ones discovered hidden gold and silver.

The Manchu bannermen of Liaodong had two things they had in abundance: gold and silver, and livestock.

A corner of the village.

A small house.

The two brothers, one in front and one behind, were quite wary.

The older brother walked in front, holding a sword and shield, while the younger brother followed behind, carrying a crossbow.

The older brother suddenly growled, "Come out, I've seen you."

The words have not yet been spoken!

A middle-aged woman rushed out wielding an axe.

……

huh~
The younger brother quickly pulled the trigger, and the crossbow bolt pierced the woman's chest.

The older brother stepped forward and delivered the final blow.

The two brothers went inside and searched the house, but found nothing. Fortunately, they found a gold ring on the corpse after they came out, so it wasn't a wasted trip.

"Brother, what are you thinking about?"

Do you still want to fight?

"What do you mean?"

"The Grand Secretary has ordered that all wounded soldiers from this battle beyond the pass can be transferred to the land reclamation corps on the spot, with land, houses, cattle, and wives."

"Brother, do you mean we should hurt ourselves?"

"Correct."

"I don't want to be a cripple."

"Are you stupid? Wouldn't it be better to just get a minor injury?"

The older brother, clearly experienced, picked up the axe from the woman's body and burned it for a while.

"Put your hand out."

"Close your eyes."

“Remember this: no matter how you ask us afterwards, you must insist that my brother and I encountered a very fierce woman while we were looking for silver. She injured you first with a sharp axe, and then injured me.”

Before he finished speaking, the axe had already fallen.

With a piercing scream, two bloody fingers fell to the ground.

……

Outside the village, under the big locust tree.

The two brothers were surprised to find that there were many wounded, including a familiar veteran whose face was covered in blood, which looked terrifying, but was actually considered a minor injury.

The commander was dumbfounded and then flew into a rage.

What's wrong with you guys?

"My lord, I was suddenly attacked by a Manchu."

"Me too."

"Me too, these guys are too good at fighting, they almost chopped off my wrist."

After carefully looking around, Qian Zong suddenly understood.

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and bandage your wounds. After you're bandaged, I'll take you back to Shengjing to treat your injuries."

"Thank you, sir."

The Tianyou Army was a force that fought its way from north to south, and it consisted mostly of veteran soldiers.

On the way back to Shengjing, several more people fell off their horses.

When the crowd finally saw the walls of Shengjing, more than 30% of the hundred-strong group were wounded.

At the city gate, the guards were surprised.

"The fight is quite intense?"

"Yeah yeah."

"Damn it, those Gansu guys who came into the city yesterday also injured a lot of people."

Qian Zong keenly captured a key word—"also".

The wounded soldiers' camp was bustling with noise, as lively as a bathhouse.

Upon seeing the officers arrive, the wounded soldiers instantly fell silent, collectively transforming into Lin Daiyu (a character from the classic Chinese novel *Dream of the Red Chamber*).

"Ouch, that hurts so much!"

"Doctor, help me! Please save me!"

"O merciful Guanyin Bodhisattva, I don't want to die!"

(End of this chapter)