Chapter 578: Spirit Spring System in Qing Dynasty (29)

However, what made Bafujin even more bald-headed was yet to come—

In the autumn of the 47th year of Kangxi, although the Eighteenth Prince Yinru still contracted an acute epidemic, had a high fever that would not subside, and nearly died, it was later heard that he ate the medicine fed to him by Kangxi, pulled through, and did not die!

In the same year, although the events of the Crown Prince being deposed and the Prince of Zhijun being placed under house arrest still occurred, the reasons were that the Crown Prince was fond of men and the Prince of Zhijun used voodoo dolls!

In the winter of the 49th year of Kangxi, although Yong Qinwang contracted a seasonal epidemic as recorded in history, he was quickly cured by taking medicine. There was no turn for Niohuru to serve him and earn merit, so naturally, there was no reward for her giving birth to a son; Hongli was fanned away by the butterfly effect!

Yongzheng's sons Honghui and Hongyun were both alive! And they were healthier and more lively than the other! On the contrary, the long-lived Qianlong Emperor Hongli and the Prince He Hongzhou from history were not even born!

Bafujin was completely stunned.

During this period, reports of victory from the Northwest front came one after another—

"Report—The Great Qing Nuzi Elite Camp has won its first battle!"

"Report—The Great Qing Nuzi Elite Camp has defeated a larger force with a smaller one, expelling the Dzungar forces! Raising the national prestige of our Great Qing!"

"Report—The Northwest Army has successfully entered and fully taken control of Weizang and Anduo!"

"Report—The Vanguard Battalion of the Northwest Army and the Nuzi Bingtuan have joined forces to attack, capturing the Dzungar lair and seizing Weilumu!"

"Report—"

After Ba Ye returned from the morning court, he was still reviewing this series of victory reports in the study with Lao Jiu and Lao Shi. Bafujin, who came to deliver tea and snacks, heard them and felt dazed. Now she was certain, definite, and sure:

This was absolutely not the history she was familiar with. It was either a parallel universe with a different trajectory, or some novel written in a mess by an author.

Otherwise, how could it be so chaotic?

But in this way, that position seemed to be one step closer to Yong Qinwang. Who told him to have a good daughter who fought on the battlefield and was not inferior to any man!

Listening to the undisguised envy and sighs of the three brothers in the study, Bafujin was full of unwillingness.

That she could transmigrate into this world meant that she was the heroine of this world.

Since history could be changed, why couldn't it be her Ba Ye who sat on that position?

Let her think, what other major events could be used, preferably to topple Yong Qinwang and win over the court officials to be used by her Ba Ye?

……

"Haiyin, I have received a letter from home again."

After finishing the Nuzi Bingtuan leadership meeting, Chang Peilan pulled Xie Yang aside and confided her troubles to her:

"This time it was dictated by my grandmother and written by my mother, saying that I am not young anymore, and how can a girl stay in the military camp for so many years, insisting on urging me to go back to get married."

"What about you? What are your thoughts?" Xie Yang smoothed out the hair blown messy by the Northwest wind for her and asked, "If you want to go home, I will send someone to escort you back to Peking University. If you don't want to, then stay in the army."

Chang Peilan did not belong to those three hundred female soldiers. Because her parents firmly disagreed with her joining the army, on the day the army set out, she snuck out of the house, rode a small pony alone to catch up with the team, and insisted on following Xie Yang to the battlefield. She even said that if they knocked her out and sent her back, she would sneak out again.

What could Xie Yang do? She had to take her in and then send someone to leave a message at her home.

However, Chang Peilan was young at that time, and although the Chang family was worried to death, they didn't come to the front line to catch her back. But in recent years, they had frequently sent letters urging her to go home, worried that delaying any longer would ruin her marriage prospects.

Chang Peilan's eyes were confused: "I don't know how to say it... If you ask for my true thoughts, I definitely want to stay in the military camp. Although the days in the past few years have been hard, I feel it is very meaningful. But what my grandmother and mother said seems to be correct too. I am not young anymore. My eldest cousin, who was born in the same year as me, is already married, and her children can walk and run. I..."

Seeing her tangled expression, Xie Yang smiled and patted her shoulder: "It seems you actually have a choice in your heart, but you can't bear to leave this place, right?"

Chang Peilan squatted down dejectedly and buried her head in her knees: "Haiyin, I am ultimately not as brave as you. Although I like the life in the military camp very much, I dare not bet on tomorrow. What if... I mean what if I really can't get married, my father, my mother, and my brothers and sisters-in-law will all be hurt by the gossip..."

Xie Yang expressed understanding: "Then follow your heart. As for meaningful things, you don't necessarily have to be in the military. You have good medical skills. After returning home, you can conduct free clinics regularly, or you can take in a few female apprentices who come from poor backgrounds but have a talent for medicine and good character. Teaching them medical skills and changing their destinies is also very meaningful."

Chang Peilan's eyes grew brighter as she listened: "Haiyin, you are right! It was me who thought narrowly before. I will go pack my bags now and think about what to bring for my grandfather, grandmother, mother, father, and brothers and sisters-in-law. Haiyin, do you think they will like the mutton jerky from the Northwest and the beautiful shoe insoles tied with five-colored threads?"

As she spoke, her eyes suddenly turned red: "Actually, I do miss home quite a bit."

Xie Yang sighed in her heart; she was still just a little girl!

She wiped away her tears: "Don't cry. You should be happy that you can go home. If you get married and I haven't been able to go back, remember to save some wedding candy for me. Don't worry, I will also prepare a wedding gift for you."

"Oh, Haiyin, what are you saying!"

The little girl stomped her feet and ran back to her tent, blushing with shyness.

Xie Yang shook her head with a laugh, turned around and entered her own tent. Just as she sat down to drink some water, she heard—

"Haiyin!"

"Niece Haiyin!"

Even ignoring this unique form of address, just listening to this flamboyant, loud voice, one knew who had come—Shisi Ye, who had completely let himself go since coming to the military camp.

"Fourteenth Uncle, do you have something to find your niece for?"

"There is indeed something!"

Shisi Ye found it inconvenient to enter his niece's tent, so he stood outside rubbing his hands and stated his purpose:

"Isn't it that I heard your maternal grandfather's family has helped you transport grain and grass again."

Xie Yang took a sip of rich milk tea and raised an eyebrow: "Fourteenth Uncle's news is quite well-informed."

The Nuzi Bingtuan was built by her own hands. When recruiting, she gave a promise of "all you can eat," but after arriving at the military camp, she realized how luxurious it was to let the soldiers eat their fill.

But the promise had already been made, so she had to fulfill it.

Thus, in the first year of coming to the military camp, she contacted her maternal grandfather, who was serving as a prefect in Jiangnan, and entrusted him to purchase rice, flour, grain, oil, and dry hay feed for horses in Jiangnan, and help transport them to the Northwest border.

The first time the grain transport carts came, it was her two uncles whom she had never met before.

Seeing their thirteen-year-old niece wearing armor and holding a sword, the two uncles immediately had red eyes.

Afterwards, they organized a caravan every year to transport sufficient grain and grass before the snow fell in the Northwest.

In addition to grain and fodder, there were also cloth, cotton, cured goods made from fresh Pork, dried vegetables and pickled vegetables made from fresh vegetables, as well as dried goods made from river and seafood common in Jiangnan.

They refused to accept money for food other than grain, grass, and cloth.

Xie Yang would return some Health Pill she made herself.

Hearing that her maternal grandfather was prone to joint pain during the rainy season, she even specially made a rheumatism plaster for him with Spirit Spring added.