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

Chapter 87 Education and Rehabilitation!
Youanmen Prison.

Jiang Qingyun personally visited the scene to oversee the interrogation process.

"Sir, please cover your mouth and nose."

"Ah."

Jiang Qingyun took the scented handkerchief and began to review his theoretical findings.

Cell No. 1.

The doors and windows were wide open, and a cold wind was blowing.

Inside, a row of young bannermen, their cotton trousers soaked through, were shaking like sieves. Because of the iron chains binding them, they could neither stand nor sit down.

The chains rattled, creating a percussion effect.

"Sir, as you instructed, water is poured on the prisoner's trousers every hour. The shortest prisoner in this cell has been detained for 4 hours, and the longest for 11 hours."

Jiang Qingyun nodded.

The prisoners who walk out of here will most likely never be able to have sex again.

……

Cell No. 2.

A middle-aged flag bearer sat on a heavy chair, his hands and feet strapped to it, his face deathly pale.

The stench was overwhelming even at the entrance.

"Sir, this room is reserved for officers of the rank of Xiaoji Xiao and above. They are locked up and forced to relieve themselves on chairs. The shortest time they lasted was half an hour, and the longest has been 25 hours. This is the one inside."

Jiang Qingyun didn't want to hear any more and continued walking.

……

Cell number 3 is an underground cell.

It's less of a room and more of a pit.

"My lord, this is an insect cave, it's disgusting, please don't look. But it's very effective, so far no one has been able to last more than two hours."

Jiang Qingyun readily accepted advice.

I won't look at it; just one glance will give me nightmares.

……

Cell number 4 is also underground.

"Sir, as you instructed, four jailers will take turns to ensure the prisoners don't fall asleep. They'll all be released in three days at most."

The piercing sound of a gong rang out.

Jiang Qingyun glanced at the jailer, whose ears were stuffed with cotton, and saw him banging a gong near the prisoners' ears.

Dangdang~
Dangdang~
"Ah, kill me, you motherfucker."

The prisoners screamed themselves hoarse, in unbearable pain.

……

Cell number 5 is a bit far from the other cells.

It's located underground, very deep.

The jailer opened the thick wooden door, took a lamp, and went downstairs first. He then opened three more thick doors, revealing the actual prison cells.

When a prisoner saw someone coming, he rushed to the wooden fence, chuckling as if he couldn't speak.

Are you hiring?

The prisoner nodded, his eyes filled with fear.

"Get him paper and pen."

Introduction of the prison guard:

"Sir, this is a special cell. Only those who can't pass the first four checkpoints are thrown here. This is the second prisoner to come in; the one before him went mad."

Absolute silence, absolute darkness, absolute fear.

……

Returning to the ground felt like stepping into another world.

The warden asked cautiously:
"Sir, what do you think should be the name of our organization?"

Jiang Qingyun was taken aback, then seemed to be deep in thought.

The imperial edict did not mention the name of the organization, so it was free to name it itself.

"Pen and ink are at your service."

His calligraphy was quite good, completed in one stroke—an internal ideological work group ordered by imperial decree to investigate and educate all civil and military officials in the capital, as well as all personnel of the Manchu, Mongol, and Han Eight Banners.

Abbreviation: Imperial Commission Working Group.

Also known as: Working Group.

……

noon.

Jiang Qingyun came with people from the Ministry of Justice, the Censorate, the Court of Judicial Review, and the Military Governor's Office.

A sign has been hung at the entrance of You'anmen Prison; the calligraphy he wrote has been framed and made into this gold-plated plaque.

This speed is nothing short of incredible.

The speed of Liulichang cannot represent the speed of officialdom.

"Imperial Censor Jiang, your calligraphy is quite good."

"Not at all, esteemed ministers, you flatter me."

Li Shuaitai, the Minister of Justice, stood at the edge of the crowd. He had a premonition that the Five Cities Military Command was competing with the Ministry of Justice for its livelihood.

This is not a good sign.

……

At this moment.

Jiang Qingyun stared at the plaque hanging high above, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

"Let's go, Imperial Censor Jiang."

"Alright, alright." Before transmigrating, a highly respected superior said these words to Jiang Qingyun as he was about to retire.

While working~
I'm responsible for thinking and making decisions, and my subordinates are responsible for turning my ideas into reality.

Many times, I don't even need to think; someone will naturally crawl into my mind and dig out my true needs hidden deep in my heart.

All the rules were tailor-made for me.
Everyone wants to study me and understand me thoroughly.

If I had to describe this feeling in four words, it would be: "May all your wishes come true."

Since the conversation took place after drinking, Jiang Qingyun didn't pay much attention to it at the time. Men, when they've had alcohol, tend to talk nonsense and boast.

But now, chewing it again, it has a completely different flavor.

……

"Your Excellencies, please see that I, acting on His Majesty's will, have dedicated myself to transforming You'anmen Prison into a model prison for the Qing Empire. I have divided the prisoners into two categories—those who can be redeemed and those who are incorrigible."

"Imperial Censor Jiang, may we go and take a look?"

"of course can."

The group exchanged glances and headed towards their cells.

"Gentlemen, shall we first look at what can be salvaged?"

"it is good."

Jiang Qingyun waved his hand, and immediately a jailer left.

After a hundred breaths~
"Run, walk."

A group of flag bearers, their eyes glazed over and their expressions timid, came running in neat rows.

"Stand firm."

The group stood there in the cold wind.

……

The jailer stepped forward and roared.

"Now, the officials sent by the imperial court have come to inspect us. Speak loudly, are you guilty?"

"guilty!"

"The sound is too soft, I can't hear it."

"guilty!"

"Who are you?"

"sinner!"

What are you going to do?

"Atonement!"

Who is Dorgon?

"sinner!"

“Very well, number 41, step forward and loudly proclaim your crimes.”

A flag bearer stepped forward as if by reflex, his eyes vacant, and loudly recited the crimes.

"Very good, number 42, you come here."

Another flag bearer, almost exactly the same feeling.

Everyone present was stunned, feeling a chill run down their spines; it was broad daylight, yet it seemed as if they had seen a ghost.

Jiang Qingyun smiled.

"My lords, in accordance with the Emperor's decree, we must heal the sick and save lives, not kill. Do you have any further questions?"

An Eight Banners commander stepped forward.

"Imperial Censor Jiang, may we allow them to remove their armor?"

"of course can."

……

There were no injuries on the people, but they were clearly dominated by fear, their eyes were empty and they seemed dazed.

The commander of the Plain Red Banner couldn't help but walk into the ranks and randomly pick someone to ask:

"Were you tortured?"

"no!"

The reply was earth-shattering.

"If so, I can uphold justice for you now. The Emperor and the court are paying attention to this matter. Now tell me, have you been tortured?"

"no!"

The prisoner stood ramrod straight and answered with almost no hesitation.

……

Jiang Qingyun's face darkened.

"Commander-in-Chief, there is no beating or torture here, only education and rehabilitation. So, do you still have any questions?"

"My lords, do you have any further questions?"

"It's still early, I think you can walk around a bit."

Soon~
Someone discovered the foul-smelling interrogation room and solitary confinement cell.

"Imperial Censor Jiang, where is this place?"

"Those who are dishonest during interrogation will be locked up for a while. I won't use torture, but surely I can't even lock them up?"

Everyone was speechless.

It seems that it is indeed flawless.

Jiang Qingyun gave a subtle wink, and immediately someone brought over writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

"Today's joint inspection is now concluded. If you gentlemen have no objections, please write down what you have seen and heard today. I will then submit it to Your Majesty for review."

(End of this chapter)