The cheers resounded in every corner of the academy, one after another, and did not disperse for a long time. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Many people still remember this night years later. I remember the victory cry of "squat down and don't kill" in my sleep, and remember the tears left by crying with joy.

There are villagers, women, children, teachers, students...

It was the early hours of the morning. In the Minglun Hall, the lights are bright. Jia Huan was busy handling various chores at the desk where the four desks were put together. More and more of the newly captured "captives" were placed in Qushuiyuan, where the mountain chief lived.

A large number of scholars were sent to carry out various tasks: arranging accommodation, meals, and hot water; Register the names of the miners and their families, set up a security organization, and appoint the person in charge; Explain the rules of the College; Perform propaganda work, etc

The most important task is to identify the outlaws among the miners, so that the potters are not once again instigated, controlled, and antagonized.

After arranging for the villagers, escorts, and warrior monks to rest in shifts, Jia Huan handed over the affairs of Minglun Hall to the senior brother Sun Liang to handle, and took Pang Ze, Han Xiucai, Yi Junjie, and Du Hong to Qushui Courtyard in person to screen the 823 potters who had been resettled.

Don't contain the potters, stay outside the academy, and they will gather again tomorrow after daylight. There is food in Wendao Academy. It's the drive for survival.

Jia Huan would never let the potters control the outlaws again, and contained them in the academy for reorganization and control.

In a closed environment, how do you distinguish friend from foe? It's a conundrum! Jia Huan has trained the company's newcomers in corporate culture, is familiar with all kinds of speech skills, has studied the routine of preaching and sales, and is familiar with the biography of the chairman and Marshal Peng Dehuai.

Many years later, Han Xiucai and Han Jin still remember tonight's experience. He wrote down his opinions, feelings, and memories in his diary. Let future generations feel his fanaticism, shock, and worship from those few words.

"I haven't seen it for the rest of my life, and today the cottage suddenly opened, and I began to have the feeling of hearing the Tao. Its law is called: complaining, inspiring, mobilizing (the masses), and organizing (the masses). The age of the head of the hospital is less than Yu. However, the talent of the head of the hospital is more than ten, hundred, ten thousand! ”

There are also scholars who have the same feelings: Pang Ze, Yi Junjie, Du Hong and other scholars who participated in this matter.

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In Minglun Hall, Gongsun Liang deals with complicated and trivial affairs. Qiao Rusong went out to open up news and channels, and Wei Yang replaced Qiao Rusong to assist him in handling various fragmentary affairs. Weiyang is doing very well.

At this time, the mountain chief Zhang Anbo, the speakers, and the masters of Zhiwu all went to the West Chamber to rest. The scholars gathered here were busy. There weren't many people left in Minglun Hall.

During the interval, Gongsun Liang took a sip of warm water and said with a smile: "Classmate Wei, you are young, if you can't hold on, you can rest first." I'll call you again when I'm busy. ”

Wei Yang entered the academy with the title of a prodigy, and he was very arrogant in the academy earlier, and he did not sell Gongsun Liang's face. Gongsun Liang is talented, just a child. Only the students can be regarded as entering Shilin. However, now, he had changed and arched his hand: "Senior Brother Xie Gongsun cares. I can hold on. On the contrary, the hospital should hurry up and rest. ”

He is 13 years old, and Jia Huan is only 9 years old. Honestly, the one who needs to rest the most is actually Jia Huan.

Wei Yang has already called Jia Huan an honorific title. In this flood, Jia Huan tried his best to turn the tide twice and save the academy, which he admired very much. He, a prodigy, is not worth mentioning in front of the head of the courtyard.

Similarly, I also admire Gongsun Liang, Luo Xiangyang, and Qiao Rusong for their morality and talent.

In the case of power, they work together in harmony and do not engage in special: like everyone, two meals a day, one steamed bun per meal. And do more. In fact, who would be discouraged if they wanted to eat a little more food?

Also, Zhang Sishui, Pang Ze, Liu Yichen, Xu Yinglang, Yao Wei, Qin Hongtu, Yi Junjie, Du Hong and others all lead by example and have no loss in private morality.

This made him, who has been accustomed to officialdom since he was a child, quite touched. It was a pleasure to work with them!

Gongsun Liang smiled and sighed, "Senior Brother Jia is more troublesome and dangerous. He couldn't rest for the time being. Hopefully, Qiao said that they should come back quickly! ”

Outside Myeonglun Hall, the Eastern Hyosung is sinking. Dawn is coming.

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Thirty miles away, the morning light was faint. In an inn in Huangluo Town, Beihe Township, Liangxiang County, Shuntian Prefecture, Qiao Rusong, Zhang Sishui, and Liu Yichen rested in the room worriedly. The trio stayed up almost all night.

Today is the third day they have left the Academy. They didn't know the great danger that the academy faced last night. At the time of leaving, the situation at the College was temporarily stable.

What they were worried about had not yet seen the Governor's Disaster Relief Ministers, the courtiers of the court, rushing to seek food support.

When they arrived in the town that day, the officials and servants reported their condition, and the governor's yamen arranged for them to stay in the inn for a while, waiting to be summoned. After all, it is a big deal that six or seven hundred people need to be rescued.

Otherwise, a few of them scholars, with only a few taels of silver on them, it would be extremely difficult to find an inn to rest in a small town where a large number of people and materials gathered. Huangluo Town has become a disaster relief center in western Beijing.

The two villagers who traveled with him had no home and no home in Wendao Academy, and they had been resettled under the arrangement of the government. They also don't want to go back to Wendao Academy to live a life of not having enough to eat. The two sides parted ways in the town.

In the morning, a small official of the governor's yamen went to the inn to interrogate. Qiao Rusong, Zhang Sishui, and Liu Yichen were brought to the governor's yamen temporarily set up in a restaurant in the town. This made the three of them finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The governor's yamen was full of people and kept quiet. The three of them were taken to a private room in the east wing of the restaurant by a scribe, and they came forward to receive a staff member surnamed Cao from the shogunate of the governor of Qi, with a long beard and a short face. Homely.

Master Cao and Qiao Rusong talked for most of the hour, and after finding out the situation, they said in a deep voice: "According to the reaction of several young friends, the situation of your academy is stable, and the governor's yamen has no more food allocation for the time being. Well, I'll send you back in a small boat, and I'll get the news first. If there is any change in the situation, report it to the governor's yamen immediately. ”

"Eh, my lord, this..."

Master Cao smiled and said, "Don't say it, it's decided." Come. A clerk came in and waited.

About half an hour later, near noon, Qiao Rusong and the three of them, under the arrangement of the governor's yamen, prepared to set off from the temporary wharf in Huangluo Town. Seven or eight improvised boats were adrift at the wharf.

At this time, an old man in a green shirt in his fifties hurried from the town and shouted, "A few little friends are going to Wendao Academy and take the old man with them." ”

"Exactly. What did the old gentleman do when he went to the academy? ”

"The old man's surname is Sha, and he is going to visit friends at the academy. I don't know if Zhang Boyu, the head of your academy, is good? The old man in the green shirt had an extraordinary bearing, spoke a few words, handed over to the little official, and boarded the boat.

A group of four people talked, and took a boat to Wendao Academy, which had been trapped in the mountains by flood for more than ten days.

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The governor's yamen, which was located in the restaurant, was busy. In the main hall of the courtyard behind the restaurant, an official in his forties was wearing regular clothes and handling affairs on the side of the desk, with a square face and a long beard. Solemnity.

The scribes who went in were cautious and trembling. The governor of Qi is a famous minister at home, and his means are fierce. This time, the Governor had to work hard in disaster relief and other matters.

Qi Chi threw a document in his hand on the desk, his face sinking like water. The feedback from various places is not very good. Household relief food was stripped of 30% of the food according to custom. It made him stumble. The flood will recede, the official road will be destroyed, and the disaster relief will be several times more difficult.

Master Cao came in, saluted, and waited for a while.

Qi Chi asked, "How's it going?" ”

Master Cao said: "Dong Weng, the scholars in the Wendao Academy are safe and sound. No one was injured. He also borrowed grain from Tanzhe Temple in the mountains and relieved six or seven hundred villagers in the surrounding areas. Worry-free for the time being. I sent a small boat to bring a few of the children back. ”

Qi Chi nodded, picked up the teacup and drank tea, but did not speak.

Master Cao said: "Zhang Boyujing is a famous Confucian, but in the past, he was hated by today's saints. He Daxue of the Military Aircraft Department repeatedly pushed him to become a general, but without success. The crux and cause can be known. Dong Weng should not be too close to Wendao Academy. ”

Qi Chi said expressionlessly: "The governor's disaster relief strategy: the first priority is to control the water, and the second is to restore the coal." Secondly, Anmin. It has nothing to do with old things. ”

Master Cao smiled in his heart. He, Dong Weng, still knows it in his heart.

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On the seventh day of August, the sky was fine.

The surface of the water is slowly receding. Looking from the gate of Wendao Academy, Dongzhuang Town, which was destroyed by the flood, has already revealed a small half. Rooftops, ruined walls, dead trees soaked in water, unpleasant smell of all kinds of corpses, human, animal. It presents a ruined and dead post-disaster scene.

Mr. Sha, Qiao Rusong, Zhang Sishui, and Liu Yichen looked at such a landscape all the way, and arrived at Wendao Academy at about 2 o'clock in the afternoon.

Jia Huan was "chatting" with the miners in a corridor in Qushui Courtyard to understand the situation. Pang Ze's expression was a little complicated, and he came over to inform Qiao Rusong, Zhang Sishui, and Liu Yichen to return.

Jia Huan nodded slightly, smiled and chatted with the miners a few more words, ended the chat, and walked to the side hall of the West Chamber with Pang Ze.

"Brother Pang, how's the situation?"

Pang Ze said gloomily: "Brother Jia, there are joys and sorrows. Happily, we finally got in touch with the outside world. The Governor's disaster relief affairs are the famous ministers of the imperial court, the right capital of the Imperial Inspectorate, and the Imperial Shi Qi Chiqi. He was in the town of Huangluo, thirty miles from us.

Worryingly, Lord Qi didn't send us food. just sent a small boat to send Brother Qiao and a few of them back. ”

Jia Huan couldn't help but smile bitterly, and patted his forehead self-deprecatingly, "Brother Pang, our luck is not very good." "He's had really bad luck lately. Murphy's theorem is everywhere.

He fortunately didn't sleep last night, and searched for the hole potter hidden among the potters overnight. Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable. Just hold on for another day or two and wait for the food to come in, and the situation can be stabilized.

But just after a long time, there was another bad news: the news from the outside world was communicated, but no food was brought in.

Pang Ze also smiled bitterly, "Brother Jia, according to the plan we discussed." It seems that he is going to send someone to the capital to buy food. ”

While the two were talking, they arrived at the door of the side hall of the west wing of Minglun Hall. (To be continued.) )