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

Chapter 92 forced out the Liaoning Party

Ministry of Works.

When one of the officials in charge of the construction department saw Jiang Qingyun and his party approaching in a menacing manner, he immediately took a detour and hid in a small hut next door.

After the group has gone far away.

He turned to look at his superior, the Director of the Construction Department, who had also retreated into the room, and felt quite embarrassed.

To everyone's surprise, the boss remained calm.

"Even Grand Secretary Fan Wencheng avoids his sharp edge, let alone us?"

"Yes, yes, sir, you are absolutely right."

“At least we still have a house to hide in today. On that day, Grand Secretary Fan Wencheng had nowhere to hide and could only stand sideways against the wall. Oh my, that was so undignified.”

"Oh my, just thinking about it is undignified."

The two men flattered each other, their faces beaming, as if they were enjoying the treatment of high-ranking officials.

……

Jiang Qingyun grabbed a seventh-rank beast who couldn't dodge in time and shouted sternly, "Tell me, where is Vice Minister Zhao?"

Follow the direction of your finger.

Jiang Qingyun took a deep breath and kicked the door open.

Zhao Zhen, the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Works, who was secretly reading "Jin Ping Mei" inside, was so frightened that he trembled and turned pale.

"Minister Zhao, such a large-scale imperial project, and you're sending a mere eighth-rank assistant to cover for it? What do you mean by that?"

No, that's not it.

"What do you mean it isn't?"

"He is not an eighth-rank official, but a ninth-rank assistant official. However, he is indeed the most experienced person in our Ministry of Works in building pavilions and towers. He is a great talent in construction who was retained from the former Ministry of Works of the Ming Dynasty."

Jiang Qingyun was so angry that he laughed, and walked to the table.

"Minister Zhao, when it comes to constructing royal projects, your Ministry of Works has only sent a ninth-rank official. Do you think that's the right attitude?"

"But those of higher rank don't know as much as him; he's the real expert."

Jiang Qingyun slammed his hand on the table.

“Minister Zhao, I’m asking you about your attitude! Your attitude! Your attitude toward the royal project.”

Clearly, Zhao Zhen wasn't good with words and wasn't very quick-witted. He was at a loss for words and was sweating profusely with anxiety.

Until an angry voice came from outside.

"enough!"

"Jiang Qingyun, what are you trying to do?"

……

Minister of Works Jiang Hede has arrived.

“Jiang Qingyun, you are just a fourth-rank official. Even if you are the Left Vice Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate and can speak out on hearsay, you still can’t be this arrogant, can you?”

"This is the Ministry of Works, not your own home."

Jiang Qingyun smiled.

This word sounds familiar; it automatically triggered the slapping skill.

He strode over and suddenly extended his broad hand. Unexpectedly, Jiang Hede was prepared and decisively slapped it away.

"Jiang Qingyun! How could I be related to a scoundrel like you?"

"Jiang Hede! You fucking don't even deserve the surname Jiang."

The two started fighting, and the atmosphere became heated.

……

Zhou Cang pointed around:

"Don't move, all of you. This is a matter between the adults, and none of us subordinates should interfere."

His threat intimidated everyone, and not a single person from the Ministry of Works dared to step forward.

Jiang Qingyun, being the son of a military officer, had a strong family background and easily pinned Jiang Hede to the ground and beat him.

It may seem rough, but it is actually measured.

They don't hit the face, they hit the ribs.

He had only punched three times when people came in from outside.

"stop!"

"Stop it right now. Come on, separate them."

It turned out to be Ning Wanwo, the Left Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate.

Jiang Qingyun immediately stood up and even extended his hand.

"Shall I lend you a hand?"

Lying on the ground, Jiang Hede could hardly believe his ears and his eyes. How could there be such a shameless person in the world?
He scrambled to his feet, feeling pain in his ribs and a burning sensation on his face.

Being beaten in his own office, in front of many subordinates, filled him with an indescribable sense of humiliation.

……

The Censorate was located opposite the Ministry of Works, across a wide Imperial Street. Upon hearing the news, Ning Wanwo rushed over, his expression stern. He stared intently at everyone present.

"Anyone who tells this will have no future."

"Alright, let's all disperse and get back to work."

Then~
They found a quiet room and the three of them sat around the table.

Jiang Qingyun remained calm and composed, Jiang Hede was furious, and Ning Wanwo was thinking rapidly.

"Both of you are old friends from Liaodong, and should be helping each other. Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this?"

“It was Jiang Qingyun who made the first move.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qingyun immediately looked down on Jiang Hede, realizing that it was wrong for someone to hold a high position with the mentality of a weakling.

Your tone can be soft, but your attitude must be firm.

……

Sure enough, Ning Wanye realized the weakness in those words, but he didn't show it.

But then, Jiang Hede shut him up with a single sentence.

"Chief Censor Ning, do you support Jiang Qingyun or me?"

Ning Wanwo's expression turned serious, and she turned to ask him a question.

"Imperial Censor Jiang, can you explain this?"

"Your Excellency, in order to build the royal venue, I personally inspected the site. As a result, the Ministry of Works sent a ninth-rank official to the site. Tell me, what kind of attitude is this?"

"That's the responsibility of the Right Vice Minister Zhao Zhen. You should go find him."

"I was looking for it, and you just showed up and ruined it."

"You~"

Ning finished speaking and I slammed my hand on the table.

"All right!"

"Gentlemen, please listen to what I have to say."

“We all come from Liaodong. According to the rules of officialdom, classmates, fellow townsmen, and born in the same year, we are natural allies. After our Great Qing entered the pass, the court had the Northern Party and the Southern Party. These people are our enemies. They just surrendered and became high-ranking officials without doing anything.”

Jiang Qingyun remained silent, but in fact, he had already guessed seven-tenths of it when Ning Wanwo first mentioned "Liaodong".

That list is for "Liaoning Party".

"You two are still young, and you have a long road ahead of you. To go far in officialdom, you must have friends. One person's strength is ultimately limited."

"Let me speak frankly from the bottom of my heart. The Liao people are in the court, supporting each other, and the situation is very good. I am getting old and will have to retire to my hometown in a few years. From now on, the business will depend on you."

"How can we fight amongst ourselves? Wouldn't that just benefit the Northern Party and the Southern Party?"

"Haven't the lessons of the Ming Dynasty been profound enough?"

The last sentence was spoken very softly.

Ning Wan was able to speak to me to this extent, which means he was being completely honest with me; he genuinely wanted to take down the Liaoning Party.

……

Jiang Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief. He finally understood the purpose of their private dinner; as long as it wasn't a conspiracy against him, that was good.
He cupped his hands in greeting:
"The Generalissimo is absolutely right."

"Brother Herd, shall we make peace?"

Jiang Hede looked at Jiang Qingyun with a resentful expression, then at Ning Wanwo.

"Apologize first!"

"I sincerely apologize. From now on, we people of Liaodong should support each other and make progress together."

"it is good!"

After Ning finished speaking, I quickly shouted "Good!", which was considered the final decision.

Now that things have come to this point, and the atmosphere is right, it's time for a good drink. How can men reconcile past grievances and liven up the atmosphere if they don't drink?

……

The duty has been completed.

The banquet was held at my residence in Ningwan.

There were quite a few acquaintances there, such as Li Shutai. He was clearly a little surprised when he saw Jiang Qingyun, but quickly recovered. The two chatted idly for a while.

There are also some people I don't actually know well, but whose names I am very familiar with, such as Zhu Guozhi, the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review.

After the banquet began, Jiang Qingyun raised his glass first: "Everyone, I'll drink three cups as a penalty."

Everyone cheered in unison.

Only Jiang Hede kept his head down and did not applaud.

Jiang Qingyun was not satisfied with the boy's expression, so he picked up the wine pot and came over to force a reconciliation, warning him not to force him to beat him again.

However, they found that the boy looked terrible and was clutching his ribs.

"Feeling unwell?"

"You fucking broke my ribs! Quick, quick, get me a doctor!"

(End of this chapter)