"The Noble Clans occupy the ground, then use it to continually gain advantages, causing the space for benefits to grow ever more congealed, like a pool of stagnant water. But if that space can constantly be replaced and replenished, stagnant water becomes flowing water. There may still be silt and filth, but through the movement of the current, they can slowly settle and be washed away..."
As Qiu Yan spoke, quite a few people in the room already understood what he meant.
But people like Feng Mou considered far more than that. What truly concerned him was what sort of people and groups Qiu Yan intended to use to fill those spaces.
Qiu Yan, meanwhile, changed the subject. "Still, this cannot be accomplished in one stroke. It must be carried out in stages. At this stage, the goal is to first smash apart the congealed stagnant water, then clear out some space. To that end, we may as well unite every force that can be united."
As soon as he finished speaking, a report came from outside. With Qiu Yan's permission, the servant who had previously led Feng Mou in entered the room and said to Qiu Yan, "There is already news from General Yang's side. Please examine it, Master."
"No need to give it to me. Let the gentlemen present pass it around." Qiu Yan waved a hand.
The servant obeyed and handed the slip of paper in his hand to Qi Jiulian, who was nearest.
After listening to his grandfather, Qi Jiulian had come to seek refuge with Qiu Yan. Yet he had no passion for officialdom and did not seek any official post, so he had merely joined Qiu Yan's camp as an aide and honorary retainer.
But even someone like Qi Jiulian, who was not keen