The sun pierces thick clouds. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info the sun shows its face after more than a month of rainy weather. It's long overdue, but it's not too late.

In the Wendao Academy at the foot of Miaofeng Mountain, everyone is happy.

At the same time, to the west of Myomine Mountain, in the rolling mountains, the forest is dense. The mountain trails are muddy. There was a sound of footsteps.

One, two, three... Countless hungry people in ragged clothes walked out of the mountains and forests, with yellow faces and thin muscles, dead eyes, and weak strength, walking slowly forward.

The long queue seems to have no end in sight.

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In Jia's mansion, where Jia's mother was in the upper room, Tanchun was in front of the desk in her room, repeatedly looking at Jia Huan's reply more than a month ago. Now, her third brother has not been heard from. The western suburbs of the capital are a vast ocean.

Rich families have gone out of the city to give porridge these days. Jia Fu is no exception. But no information came from Wendao Academy.

I only heard that the Baitan Academy in the western suburbs of the capital was flooded, and many disciples were killed and injured.

Tanchun put down the letter, his eyes were gloomy, and he sighed softly.

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Xiangshan, perched in the view of xia.

A slender and graceful woman looks west from a beautiful two-story building, frowning and chanting softly.

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The capital, in the yamen of the General Administration. In the afternoon, several officials gathered in the public house, drinking hot tea, and talking about the recent floods in the capital.

"It is said that Zhang Xiang's grandson is trapped in the Shuanghe Academy in Woniu Town, and that is the most favored grandson of the old feudal monarch."

"Haha, that chapter is going to be anxious. Li Xiang stared at the Yongding River bursting its embankment. If he dares to save Woniu Town first, he will inevitably be impeached by the imperial history of the Donglin Party. ”

Therefore, Xie Xiang suggested that the Holy Lord send Qi Chi, a famous minister in the court, to be the Qincha, and the general supervisor should take care of disaster relief, river control, people's livelihood and other matters. Lord Qi has been in Liangxiang County. ”

"Shuntianfu Lu Fu Yin has been running around the city recently, intending to get away with it. I heard that I also asked for the palace of Zhongshun, and I was really sick and rushed to the doctor. Ha ha. ”

"Everyone, be careful, be careful."

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The capital of the country. The torrential rain that had been going on for days finally stopped. There is still standing water in many places in the prison.

However, as the most active group of scholars in the capital, Guozi Jian Zhong has already discussed the situation of the Yongding River bursting and the disaster in the suburbs of Beijing.

Classmates Han Xiucai, Han Jin, and Han Zihuan exposed that Yin Lu Xinhan of the Shuntian Mansion was greedy for two million taels of silver in the Mohe River, which was repeatedly mentioned. The spearhead of public opinion is pointed at Lu Fuyin.

In the outer classroom, a long-faced scholar raised his arm and shouted: "My friend Han Zihuan went to Wendao Academy to invite Zhang Boyu, a famous Confucian in Beijing, to impeach Lu Xinhan, but unfortunately he was killed. The will of my friends, our inheritance..."

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A continuous torrential rain caused the Yongding River, one of the three major rivers in the capital, to burst its banks, and floods ravaged the western suburbs of the capital. North Zhili, the adjacent mountains - the west and the west have been greatly affected. The Xishan Coal Mine ceased operation and the coal road was cut off.

The emperor was angry, the court quarreled, the officialdom wrestled, the governor inspected, and the officials, petty officials, and officials were busy; The corrupt are shirking their responsibilities, irrelevant officials are watching the excitement, and the powerful are playing; People have been displaced, countless casualties have been lost, and those who survived are on the brink of death; Concerns of family, friends, elders. This scene was staged in July and August of the ninth year of Yongzhi.

But these things have nothing to do with Wendao Academy, which lives at the foot of Miaofeng Mountain in the western suburbs of the capital, for the time being.

In the small academy, it is lively, laughing, orderly and warm at this time. As the hardest days passed, three meals of gruel were served a day. This small happiness ripples in the hearts of everyone. The tight heartstrings have been loosened. The threat of death is far away.

Everyone is waiting for the safe return of the raft that departed yesterday, bringing back news from the outside world and hope for life.

In the afternoon, it was already the second day of Qiao Rusong and the others' departure. In the Minglun Hall of Wendao Academy, mountain chiefs Zhang Anbo, Ye Jiaolang, Luo Jiaolang, Wu Jiaolang and others talked about the flood with Jia Huan, Gongsun Liang, Wei Yang, Han Xiucai, Xu Yinglang, Qin Hongtu, Yi Junjie, and Yao Wei.

Luo Jiaolang said: "It has always been a serious illness after a catastrophe. It's easy to become a plague. In order to avoid being involved in the plague, it is better to evacuate. ”

Zhang Anbo sat in the couch chair, smiled generously, and said kindly: "How easy is it to give up?" With so many books and so many disciples, how can we take them away. As he spoke, he looked at Jia Huan, "You have to sort out the epidemic prevention measures in the plan." ”

Jia Huan smiled and nodded, "Mountain Chief, when classmate Qiao comes back, I will immediately start tidying up." "After opening the channel with the outside world, he can step down as the commander-in-chief of disaster relief. Anyway, it's been a long time since I've had a good rest.

Ye Jiaolang smiled and said warmly: "After the disaster, the core problem is still food. There was a lot of pressure on the shoulders of the mountain chief. ”

Zhang Anbo laughed self-deprecatingly: "When the time comes, don't let go of this old face, go to the capital to find old friends." ”

The crowd laughed. Jia Huan's eyes flashed.

Wu Jiaolang coughed and reminded: "Everyone, the Xinhai New Year Academy test is imminent. According to the rules of previous years, I'm afraid the registration has ended. And there will be exams around the Mid-Autumn Festival. The results of our college this time..."

Zhang Anbo said: "It's okay. This time, Wanping County was seriously affected by the flood in western Beijing. In the old man's opinion, the registration time will definitely be graced. The exam will also be postponed. ”

Everyone nodded. This is the right thing.

While he was talking and laughing, suddenly a disciple from the outer house hurriedly ran in, covered in muddy water and looking anxious. All the teachers were there, he hurriedly saluted, and then reported directly to Jia Huan: "At the head of the academy, a large group of hungry people have come to the west of the academy. The two people at the head said: They are potters in the coal kiln of Yantang Village fifty miles away. I kindly ask our college to give us porridge and rice. ”

Potter, this word made the mountain chief, lecturer, and disciples present all change color. There was an uproar. With a "bell", a scholar's ink inkstone fell to the ground, and the ink spilled on the ground. But no one blamed him. The admonition of Master Zhichen of Tanzhe Temple is still in my ears. Now everyone's hearts are raised, and their throats and eyes are raised.

The potters of coal kilns are also known as miners. The largest industry in the western suburbs of Beijing is coal mining. The imperial court has a coal tax superintendent, but the number of private kilns is dozens or hundreds of times more than that of official kilns. The potters used are all displaced people from all over the world, and there is no place to check, and many of them are outlaws.

"I implore our college to give us porridge and rice" is a kind sentence. If it is not given, the consequence will be a bloodbath in the academy.

The reason why the disciples of the outer house reported directly to Jia Huan was because of the prestige and trust that Jia Huan had built up over the past few days. He can take people out of a desperate situation. Not only this outer disciple, but even the mountain chief, Jiao Lang and others all looked at Jia Huan at this time, waiting for him to make an idea.

There is no doubt that Wendao Academy is once again facing the test of life and death! At the last moments when the flood was about to be completely defeated, danger came again suddenly.

Jia Huan, who was pinned on high hopes, slowly stood up and smiled bitterly in his heart. glanced at Senior Brother Gongsun Liang: Senior Brother, it seems that your strange bad luck has been transmitted to me.

TM's! Just wait for Qiao Houdao to bring news from the outside world, and the crisis here in the academy will be completely resolved. Why is there a starving crowd of potters at such a time? Jia Huan's mood at this time can only be described in two words: my day!

Gongsun Liang was dressed in a white robe, full of energy, and got up and said, "Senior Brother Jia, you command." ”

Jia Huan nodded, walked to the middle of the hall, faced everyone, raised his right hand, and the restless people slowly calmed down and looked at the thin figure.

Jia Huan said loudly: "Everyone, danger is coming again. My first command: restore all emergency mechanisms in a state of crisis. Each has its own job.

Second, order all the members of the convoy to return to their units at once and be armed. Senior Brother Gongsun, Qin Hongtu, and Yao Wei are in charge.

Third, announce the news to the villagers in the academy: the potters are coming to eat us up and kill us. If you don't want to die, you have to resist. Organize all the young and strong. Han Xiucai and Du Hong are in charge.

Fourth, send people to verify the number of potters, the situation, and the follow-up. Yi Junjie is in charge. Inform the Chamber of Deliberations as soon as possible.

Fifth, Xu Yinglang sent someone to inform the Tanzhe Temple on the mountain to secondment their warrior monks. Let Pang Ze come down to assist me in handling the paperwork and taking charge of the punishment.

Sixth, notify Luo Xiangyang to once again implement grain control. And count the number and frequency of the team carrying grain up the mountain. Restaffing.

Execute. ”

Jia Huan pursed his lips and waved his right hand vigorously. More than 100 scholars in the hall stood by one after another.

The first core command body to be formed: the council chamber. All orders will be issued in the name of Gongsun Liang. The chief and the speakers all got up and retreated. The gentlemen skillfully put together the desks. Wei Yang and the other six people opened the ink cartridge, spread out the white paper, picked up the pen and immediately put it down, and Gongsun Liang signed and drew it.

After following the leading personnel to salute Jia Huan, a group of soldiers took the order out of Minglun Hall and ran around Wendao Academy.

The machines of Wendao Academy are once again operating efficiently.

Six or seven hundred scholars, scholars, and villagers became nervous again, mobilized, and faced life and death.

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The potter is coming. The news reached the Tanzhe Temple of Jinyun Peak in Miaofeng Mountain an hour later. The messenger brought a handwritten letter from the mountain chief Zhang Anbo.

Master Zhichen let out a long sigh, looked at the blood-red sunset in the sky, and was speechless for a long time.

The second person, Monk Zhino, has a black face. Not far from the feet are fragments of porcelain cups. He was just angry. Whatever you are afraid of, you will come.

Master Zhichen was in a heavy mood and commanded: "The lips are dead and the teeth are cold. Senior brother, you can bring Hui to them. If there are monks who are willing to go, bring them with them. Wendao Academy is not guaranteed, and our Tanzhe Temple cannot be protected. ”

"It's Senior Brother."

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When Tanzhe Temple decided to reinforce Wendao Academy, the last slanting rays of the setting sun swept through the woods on the mountain road on the west side of Wendao Academy.

In the forest, Jia Huan and Yi Junjie are meeting with the leaders of the potters. (To be continued.) )