Chapter 715: Calm, Divide, Throw into the Water
After Du He and Qin Yuan led the troops into battle, Jiang Qingzhi returned to his base.
Some people couldn't help but ask Yan Song for advice, saying that the soldiers were fighting in the front, and it was appropriate for Chang Wei Bo to just do nothing about it.
Yan Song’s reply was, I also need to take a break.
Okay, both of the military commanders have taken a break.
"If the commander of an army is in a state of panic, what will his subordinates think?"
The house where Yan Song lived was quite luxurious. In the study, two large rows of bookcases were filled with books. Yan Song picked up a volume at random and found no signs of having been read.
"Godfather, Jiang Qingzhi is just pretending." Zhao Wenhua found a travel book on the other side.
"Whether it's pretentious or unintentional, at least those people have calmed down a bit." Yan Song was also quite annoyed by those civil servants who would come to him for no reason, either to make small talk or to flatter him...
From ancient times to the present, it has been the dream of scholars and officials to serve as an official in the capital, but there are too many officials and too few vacancies, so most people still have to struggle in the local areas.
The places where officials serve are also divided into different levels. For example, the south is a rich place. Even if you don't deliberately engage in corruption, the money you accumulate after working as a local official for a few years is enough for you to become a rich man after retirement and have no worries for your children and grandchildren.
But it's different in the north.
The economy of the north was not as good as that of the south, and there was also the threat of foreign tribes from the grasslands. Therefore, officials in the north not only had to face the dilemma of not being able to make ends meet, but also had to guard against the foreign tribes from the grasslands moving south.
The Nine Frontiers are the northernmost part of the Ming Dynasty. Being an official in the Nine Frontiers is like walking in hell.
Therefore, anyone who had some connections would not serve as an official in the Nine Frontiers, even if he went to the south.
Before this, most Datong civil servants mentioned Yan Song with disdain, calling him a treacherous villain and a troublemaker...
When Yan Song appeared in Datong, most of these voices disappeared, and these civil servants instead came to him for no reason.
"Prince, someone wants to see you," the attendant came in and reported, "They are a few civil servants from Datong."
Yan Song covered his forehead and said, "Just say that I'm resting."
"Yes." The attendant left, Yan Song sat down, and Zhao Wenhua came over to pour him tea. "Foster father, these civil servants are quite hostile to Jiang Qingzhi, but they are quite respectful to you."
Yan Song stroked his beard and said, "It's because I can decide their fate and future."
Zhao Wenhua laughed and said, "In the past, these people spoke ill of my adoptive father behind his back, as if they were irreconcilable. But now they take the initiative to come to me... It's so ugly!"
"People are like this. If there is no benefit, they dare to criticize others. This is the strength of being without desire. Once there is a benefit, they will immediately change their attitude." Yan Song has seen many people like this and does not find it strange. "People are greedy for profit!"
Zhao Wenhua sat down. "Foster father, I am a little curious. If Jiang Qingzhi wanted to promote some people, Xiong Jia from the Ministry of Personnel would not make it difficult for him. Moreover, His Majesty would acquiesce. But why didn't he do anything?"
Why is the Yan Party so powerful?
It was because Yan Song and his son would promote anyone who was close to them. Gradually, a large group of people gathered around them. The power of such a group of people gathered together was extraordinary, so no matter how much criticism from the outside world, it still could not shake Yan Song and his son.
"People travel thousands of miles to become officials just for money." Yan Song sighed, "Those people saw the benefits of my position and flocked to me. Jiang Qingzhi..."
Yan Song was thinking about the young man and suddenly thought of his own past.
At that time, I was also full of confidence!
"Jiang Qingzhi once said that it is better to have nothing than to have something of inferior quality. Godfather, this man is a bit stupid."
"It's not stupidity, it's ambition."
Zhao Wenhua disagrees.
What determines a person's view of the world lies not in external norms but in the person's inner world.
You think the world is ugly because in your inner world, the world is ugly.
There is no beauty or ugliness, no good or evil in the world. It is just the external projection of your inner world.
What determines your state of mind has nothing to do with the outside world, but only with your perception of the world.
Zhao Wenhua is greedy. In his inner world, only interests are eternal.
As for family, country and the world... Holy shit, what does that have to do with me?
As for ambitions... Mr. Zhao's ambition is to get promoted, get rich, and enjoy life.
Projecting this kind of inner world, Jiang Qingzhi was naturally a jerk in his eyes.
"Godfather, if this continues, Jiang Qingzhi will probably still be alone and helpless in a few decades." Zhao Wenhua said with a smile.
"This is not a bad thing." Yan Song said calmly: "He only has so much power. If he were powerful, he would fight for the interests of his subordinates. He would definitely conflict with us. Now... is the perfect time."
Once Jiang Qingzhi gains power in the court, he will inevitably become a mortal enemy of the Yan Party.
Zhao Wenhua said: "So my adoptive father is quite friendly with him."
"If there is no conflict of interest between people, they will naturally be friendly." Yan Song said meaningfully: "Look at those people... they are here again."
"Prince, someone wants to see you."
"not see!"
"Prince, Lord Chang Wei has left the city." Someone came to report.
"Where did he go?" Yan Song was startled, worried that Jiang Qingzhi would have a sudden idea and lead his troops to attack.
"He said he was carrying a fishing rod and going fishing."
Yan Song: “…”
Zhao Wenhua sighed, "This guy is really addicted."
For a fisherman, once he sits by the river and swings his fishing rod, the whole world becomes quiet.
There was a river outside Datong City, and Jiang Qingzhi found a backwater and sat down.
"They say that the uncle is just pretending." Xu Wei also got a fishing rod and pretended to be serious.
"A group of birds are chirping, let them go." Jiang Qingzhi looked at the float, but he was thinking about his wife.
According to calculations, the due date is around this time.
I don’t know how this baby will turn out.
The war did not make Jiang Qingzhi too nervous, but his wife's childbirth made him uneasy, so he went out fishing.
The fishing situation here is good, and Jiang Qingzhi caught several big fish soon. "Old Xu, you don't have any."
Sun Chonglou liked to look at the fish baskets the most. After a while, he came to take a look and was delighted to see several big fish in Jiang Qingzhi's fish basket. But when he saw Xu Wei's empty fish basket, he sighed and said, "Are you here to fish or just to spend your days?"
"Do you know Jiang Shang?" Xu Wei said seriously, "What you fish for is your state of mind."
Jiang Taigong was fishing, and those willing to take the bait.
"Be alert!" Sun Bu Tong shouted.
More than ten riders were galloping in front of them. They slowed down before approaching, and Sun Chonglou said, "Master, it's a monk."
Jiang Qingzhi looked up and saw a tall monk dismounting and walking towards him. The others stopped and a man who looked like an official followed the monk.
Several guards stepped forward and the monk raised his hands, looking at Jiang Qingzhi while being searched.
"Uncle." Sun Bu Tong came over, "This monk said he came from some Dahu Temple."
Jiang Qingzhi nodded, and the monk was brought over.
"Shan De greets Chief Weber." The monk saluted.
Jiang Qingzhi sat there, "You were able to come across the grassland during the war, but you are Altan's envoy? What did Altan ask you to say?"
Shan De said: "The Khan asked me to come here for the sake of peace between the two countries."
"Two countries?" Jiang Qingzhi smiled and took out a medicinal cigarette. "At the beginning, Altan Khan kept sending envoys, and each time he mentioned two countries. So the heads of the envoys were sent to the nine frontiers one after another. Do you want to die, monk?"
Shan De smiled and said, "I have long intended to go to the Central Plains to meet the great monks there. Not long after I started my journey, I was captured by the Khan's men. When the Khan learned that I wanted to go south, he asked me to take a message to Chang Wei Bo."
"Speak." Jiang Qingzhi lit the incense, glanced at the tactless Sun Chonglou, and couldn't help but miss Dou Jialan.
"The Khan said that the Ming Dynasty killed the grassland merchants and broke its promise..."
"Don't you feel embarrassed when Altan says this?" Jiang Qingzhi interrupted Shan De, "It was Altan who expelled the Ming merchants first. As for killing people, those idiots who dared to do it in Ming should be prepared to die."
"This is just an excuse Altan Khan made for sending out his troops." Xu Wei sneered, "But this excuse is too lame."
The civil servant who followed Shan De said: "In the past, the Emperor Ming killed many of the Khan's envoys, and the Khan always forbeared..."
"What exactly does Altan want to say?" Jiang Qingzhi said impatiently, "Don't use such high-sounding words to perfunctory this uncle. This uncle is busy. Send him out!"
Sun Chonglou grinned and said, "Do you want to leave by yourself, or should I take you away?"
"It's Asura!" shouted the accompanying sergeant behind.
The civil servant couldn't help but step back and said, "The Khan said that if the Ming Dynasty can compensate for the losses, the army can stop at Datong."
"Oh! How much?" Jiang Qingzhi asked with interest.
"One million dollars!" said the civil servant.
Jiang Qingzhi felt around in his arms again and again, "Who has money?"
Sun Bu Tong took out his money bag, and Jiang Qingzhi took out a copper coin from it and threw it over, "Get lost!"
One million dollars!
One penny!
And it was thrown over here.
It's just pity!
The civil servant sneered, "In that case, I would like to see Prime Minister Yan."
"He's busy." Jiang Qingzhi pointed to the north, "Go back and tell Altan that this kind of divisive tactics can't fool even a three-year-old child in the Ming Dynasty."
The official sneered, "One hundred thousand cavalrymen are not far from here. I wonder where Long Wilbur gets his confidence from."
The sound of horse hooves was heard, and the accompanying cavalry immediately rushed over.
Soon, a sergeant was brought over.
"Hello, uncle!"
Jiang Qingzhi nodded, and the sergeant said, "Marquis Xianzhang led the army to repel the enemy's Sha Lei tribe."
Du He...didn't let me down!
Jiang Qingzhi felt relieved.
The civil servant was startled, for he knew that Altan had sent two groups of troops to attack Datong, and Sha Lei was actually defeated.
But there is also a folding platform!
The official sneered and made another request, "I would like to see Prime Minister Yan!"
——There is a secret discord between Yan Song and Jiang Qingzhi, and we can go there to sow discord between them.
Altan Khan was good at using his troops. Before every major battle, he would always find the internal flaws of his opponents and either instigate or divide them. When his opponents were in chaos, he would lead his subordinates to strike them down and defeat them.
"Uncle!"
A team of scouts came galloping over.
In the middle was a general flag, who excitedly dismounted and ran over, "Our army has repelled Zhehetai's troops. Commander Qin ordered me to report to Lord Bo, and I have done my duty!"
Jiang Qingzhi stood up.
He stretched himself, pointed at the civil servant and said, "Stone."
"Master!"
"Throw him into the water."
"you dare……"
Pfft!
"Help!"
"Help……"
(End of this chapter)
