Você não pode amar a Dinastia Qing apenas quando come cereais básicos

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Early spring, 1649.

In the northeastern corner of the capital, Needlework Alley, lay a residential district for members of the Plain Yellow Banner of the Han Army.

Although the war on the southwestern front was still raging, everyone was filled with confidence in the future. The Great Qing had been established for five years, and those who had followed the founding ruler from the beginning had all received generous rewards.

The second house in the alley, the Jiang residence beside the old locust tree, belonged to a junior officer of the Plain Yellow Banner of the Han Army.

The study was warm and cozy.

“Green Pearl, bring me ink and brush.”

“Coming~”

Jiang Qingyun glanced at his tall, handsome personal maid, dipped his brush generously in ink, and began writing swiftly.

“Green Pearl, what do you think of my calligraphy?”

“I cannot read, Young Master. You simply enjoy teasing me.”

“Take it away and burn it.”

“Yes.”

…

This had been a test.

What he had written on the paper was:

“Green Pearl, a sly and deceitful maid in the household of Jiang Zhongcheng, Cavalry Commandant of the Plain Yellow Banner of the Han Army, is hereby sold to the Sun Family Brokerage for five taels of silver, with no possibility of regret or reversal.”

If Green Pearl had been literate, the test would have exposed her at once.

Jiang Qingyun leaned back in his chair and rested with his eyes closed.

In his former life, he had been an ambitious deputy section chief in a government o