Chapter 236: Confinement Town
Commander Jiang’s efficiency was off the charts.
If he said you would die at the third watch, he would absolutely not delay it to the second watch.
He would send you off at the first watch.
High efficiency was his specialty.
The day after his daughter gave birth, he began to reorganize Aima Town.
Having gained extensive experience from Ming County and the Jingzhou Prefecture City, he handled the reorganization of Aima Town with even greater ease.
This place was actually a transportation hub that had always been a melting pot of good and bad people with poor public security, but because of its strong economic development, it was very populous.
People seeking wealth and risking their lives, there was no shortage of desperate villains.
First, he rooted them all out.
He started by interrogating these villains, then made arrests one after another, combing through the entire Aima Town thoroughly.
The ordinary people at the bottom who were working honestly were not affected; on the contrary, they benefited. With fewer bad people, they didn’t have to suffer multiple layers of oppression and could earn a little money.
Of course, the wealthy gentry and powerful families suffered. With large households and great power, how could they not have people who had done bad things?
Jiang Changtian, just like Gong Qichi did in Ming County, made everyone hand over two-thirds of their family assets.
Back then he was a Rebels, now he was an imperial official, yet he did the exact same thing.
Different status, same persistence.
To everyone, Commander Jiang would weep with a sincere expression, “My daughter was almost harmed, risking three lives in one.”
“I didn’t kill your whole family, which is already accumulating virtue for my newborn. Collecting a little compensation for mental distress isn’t excessive, is it?”
In short, Commander Jiang, famous for his wealth-gathering, earnestly demonstrated to everyone in Aima Town what “gathering wealth” meant. If he didn’t scrape away ninety percent of your family assets, it wasn’t called gathering wealth; it was called leaking wealth.
Jiang Yu spent her days in the room observing her postpartum confinement. Although she was gluttonous, she strictly followed the rules of not going out for walks and avoiding the wind.
A pregnant woman’s body is very weak after giving birth. Medical conditions at this time were poor; once a cold infection set in, it was basically impossible to save her. She had to avoid the wind; getting a few heat rashes was better than losing her life.
Jiang Yu stayed solidly in the inn for a full month, never stepping out for a single day.
A month could be considered long, or it could be considered short. Mainly because she got to eat different variations of confinement meals every day, she was actually quite happy.
Watching the two little fur-balls puff up like rising dough, life was very fulfilling.
At first, they looked like hairless little mice, but now they looked like two little piglets.
Both boys were growing delightfully well.
Although they were twins, they were very easy to tell apart.
The one weighing over five jin was the eldest, with a square face.
The one weighing over four jin was the second, with a round face.
Jiang Yu gave them nicknames: the eldest was called Big Goose, and the second was called Little Goose.
Their formal names would have to wait for their great-grandfather, who had the highest seniority, to bestow them.
A letter had been sent to Old General Meng at the frontier.
If Old General Meng knew that his grandson had gotten two sons in one go, who knows how happy he would be.
He would probably hug a bottle of strong liquor and have a drink.
This day.
Finally.
The month was up.
Jiang Yu had finished her postpartum confinement.
She could finally change her clothes, wash her hair, take a bath, and get all cleaned up; she felt five jin lighter.
She could finally go out.
Pushing open the door.
Even the cold wind outside felt incredibly intimate.
Her husband was holding Little Goose, Great-Aunt was holding Big Goose, and a crowd of maids, nannies, and bodyguards followed behind.
Outside, not knowing what day it was today, everyone was actually setting off firecrackers.
Moreover, the streets were much cleaner and more spacious; it felt strangely like returning to Jingzhou.
There were even “Rujia” signs on the street, and surprisingly, there were suite hotels. Each and every thing was strangely familiar; she felt as if she had just sat through a month of confinement and teleported back to Jingzhou.
The commoners and wealthy gentry of Aima Town were beating gongs and drums today because it was said that today was the day the martial law was lifted, and also the day Commander Jiang’s daughter finished her postpartum confinement.
She spent a month in confinement, and everyone in Aima Town had accompanied her for a month.
During her confinement, she ate and drank well, and her husband kept her company while she teased the babies.
Others ate poorly and drank poorly, living in fear, terrified that Commander Jiang would suddenly find lawbreakers in their homes, and half their family would be gone.
Finally, the confinement was over.
Everyone celebrated and partied with all their might!
Beating gongs and drums, celebrating together.
Aima Town was privately called “Confinement Town” by these people, because from this month on, the entire town had undergone tremendous changes. (This is copied from reader comments, the term “Confinement Town”.)
It had split into two parts: one part was a military stronghold, and the other was a commercial center.
Commander Jiang severely cracked down on various crimes. Although it was very unfriendly to a large portion of people in the short term, in the long run, it actually promoted commercial development.
Later, rumors about the young Madam Meng, Daji, became even more intense.
It was said that because she was in confinement and couldn’t go out to play, the entire town had to accompany her and couldn’t go out to play… Even a reincarnation of Daji couldn’t compare to that.
Jiang Yu’s face had become rounder, whiter, and more delicate.
The first thing to do after finishing confinement, da da da, was to go eat clear soup meatballs.
She had only eaten half a bowl before giving birth, and the other half was still left; she had been thinking about it for a month.
Fortunately, although many storefronts along the street had changed their names, that clear soup meatball shop was still there.
However, the nearby chain of public toilets had been moved a bit further away.
The tables and chairs were much cleaner, no longer on the side of the road, but inside a storefront, and there were no random stalls set up on the roadside.
Jiang Yu sat down and finally had a bowl of steaming hot meatball soup.
The meatballs bobbed up and down, and white steam curled upward.
She had given birth to the children, and she had eaten the meatballs; it was complete.
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