The night gradually fell into darkness. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info I don't know whether the rain between heaven and earth is big or small. I only heard the sound of rain outside the house.

In the side hall of the west wing of the academy, a candle was lit. Mountain chief Zhang Anbo, Ye Jiaolang, Luo Jiaolang and others set an example, each ate a steamed bun for dinner, and sat in the hall talking about the current situation of the academy. There are also a number of students who serve the gentlemen.

Luo Jiaolang said: "I heard that today Chen Jiayun took people to Minglun Hall to besiege Wenyue, and was forcibly suppressed by Jia Huan? ”

The disciple nodded and told him about the events of the day.

Luo Jiaolang lost his temper and scolded: "A bunch of bastard things! "Do you know how difficult it is for the college to feed three times the population? If it weren't for Jia Huan, he could really do practical things and come up with a plan. Wendao Academy has long been destroyed like locusts by the hungry people who have gathered. How can there be such an order now? They still have the face to make trouble?

Zhang Anbo, the chief of the mountain, had a generous temperament, waved his hand, and sighed: "Don't blame them. We are skillful in the scriptures and righteousness, and the truth is clear. In practice, it's all meadow. If it weren't for Jia Huan, my life's work would have been ruined. Alas..."

At the moment, a speaker asked how to solve the food crisis.

Mountain Chief Zhang Anbo said: "I have a good relationship with Master Zhichen of Tanzhe Temple, and I have already written a letter by hand, which was sent to Tanzhe Temple by my disciples. Food will be needed to solve the urgent need. ”

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Miaofeng Mountain, Tanzhe Temple, quiet room.

On the futon, an old monk with a bald head and a round face was meditating with his eyes closed. After a while, a gray-shirted monk came in and said softly, "Senior brother, I have sent the messenger from Wendao Academy away. ”

After speaking, he stopped talking.

The old monk spoke, his voice was thick and magnetic: "Zhang Boyu is a famous Confucian, and the villagers are affected by the disaster, if he refuses, how can he gain a foothold in Shilin?" Our temple has a little savings, but how can we save sentient beings? ”

The gray-shirted monk lowered his eyelids and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha! ”

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At ten o'clock in the evening, Jia Huan and the others who were waiting in the Minglun Hall of the academy waited for Qin Hongtu, who came back.

Looking at Qin Hongtu, who was tired and covered in mud, Jia Huan said: "Brother Qin has worked hard. Drink a little water first, eat something, and then talk. ”

Qin Hongtu ran out of strength, and returned to the academy with a strong breath, at this time he could no longer hold back the sadness in his heart, sat on the ground and cried bitterly: "Brother Jia, I have a heavy trust!" The monks of Tanzhe Temple refused to borrow grain. ”

"Ahh

"What?"

"How so?"

About twenty disciples in the Minglun Hall were stimulated by this news and exploded. The last hope in everyone's hearts was extinguished, and they all raised their voices. One beat higher. It's hard to hide your surprise, your anger, your despair.

Gongsun Liang held his forehead with his hand in pain, how could this be? At the beginning, when the victims of Dongzhuang Town came to the academy, the mountain chief lamented the difficulties of people's livelihood and rescued the villagers. However, as there was no more flood peak after the levee burst, the news spread, and the victims slowly gathered at the academy.

Today, these people have become a heavy burden on the college. Senior Brother Jia is doing everything possible to move. But if there is no food, these hungry villagers will turn into thugs and destroy everything in Wendao Academy.

Qiao Rusong held the brush silently.

Xu Yinglang, who was in charge of the herald, slapped the table and shouted, and his mouth let out a meaningless shout.

Wei Yang was stunned. It's all over. Will he die here?

As soon as Zhang Sishui's nose was sour, tears flowed down. How much work have their classmates done in the past six days? Documents, archives, planning... However, all of a sudden it all lost its meaning!

Pang Ze's eyes were red. He had participated in the discussion of Jia Huan's plan: the worst outcome was that if the hungry people wanted to turn into mobs, the disciples of the academy must defend themselves!

Jia Huan's heart was extremely bitter. He couldn't understand why it was impossible for the monks in the temple on the mountain to borrow food. Mountain Chief Zhang Anbo is a fourth-grade official of Zhishi, even gold, with his face, he can also borrow it, right?

Murphy's Law says: If there is a chance that something will go bad, no matter how small that likelihood, it will always happen. Now, this small possibility has allowed him to catch up. The situation has become extremely bad and dangerous.

Wendao Academy was submerged on all sides, like an isolated island, cut off from the bustling town, leaving only a road to divert into the rolling mountains. But in the past few days, the victims who have gathered at Wendao Academy have all come out of the mountains. The mountains can't support the six or seven hundred people of Wendao Academy. And in summer, there are many poisonous insects and beasts in the undeveloped mountainous areas. The dangers of uncertainty have increased dramatically.

As a modern person with experience, I am used to the darkness of the world. Jia Huan took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions with a strong reason. Then, he slapped the table, quieted down the students, and said, "Brother Pang, start the second backup plan." You go and take it out and send it to everyone. ”

"What's the backup?"

Jia Huan pursed his lips and said stiffly: "Tanzhe Temple doesn't lend us food, so we'll rob it!" ”

Bloodshed may be blessed. But the road ahead is a dead end. I'm going to go on a road. Mr. Lu Xun said: If you don't explode in silence, you will perish in silence.

His choice: an outburst.

Life is to struggle for itself.

A low inhalation sound sounded in the Minglun Hall.

Outside the hall, the night was extremely rich and gloomy. But the light of hope is lit in everyone's heart. Even if it's faint.

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For students who only read the books of the sages, grabbing food to eat is a very difficult behavior to accept. Similar to the beast. But what is even harder to accept is the predicament they are facing. Of the 446 victims, more than 300 were young men. Only a young man can survive the disaster in the early stage and arrive at Wendao Academy, a "small island" where some food is stored.

Most of the students at Wendao Academy are scholars. If there is no food, driven by hunger, these more than 300 young men will bring extremely tragic consequences to the academy, and it will be unbearable.

A fierce quarrel broke out in Minglun Hall. But in the end, the plan was settled. It was already one o'clock in the morning.

Jia Huan, Gongsun Liang, Qiao Rusong, Pang Ze, Xu Yinglang, Qin Hongtu, Zhang Sishui, Wei Yang, Luo Xiangyang, Liu Yichen, Yao Wei, Yi Junjie, and Du Hong, who rushed to discuss the matter after hearing the news, sat in a circle. Everyone looked tired.

Some people have fallen asleep on the quilt. Some dozed off on the pillars, and some went to the fire at the far end to bake their clothes. Quietly, no one spoke.

They will lead the future of the six or seven hundred people of Wendao Academy. Death and life, success and failure, blood and fire. Tomorrow when we arrive at Tanzhe Temple, we will see. This scene tonight will be etched in everyone's hearts.

Gongsun Liang sighed leisurely. The power of heaven and earth, the complexity of human nature. He felt an endless tiredness rush over him. The only thing that can be relied on is the will of Senior Brother Jia.

Jia Huan thought about it, and said to Yi Junjie beside him before going to bed: "Before dinner tomorrow morning, bring Han Xiucai to see me." He hasn't been back to his dormitory since he was in charge of the disaster.

The core team of 80 disciples of the academy, plus other academy disciples, has people patrolling the disaster victims, explaining the rules, chatting, talking about the future, helping, and supervising the victims at all times. Firmly in control of the situation.

During the discussion just now, Yi Junjie, who was in charge of intelligence gathering, was inspecting the victims of the disaster in Hanmei Academy. Halfway back, he participated in the discussion and supported Jia Huan's opinion.

"Brother Jia, don't worry, I will definitely find Han Xiucai tomorrow morning."

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The sky was bright and the air was filled with rain.

In Minglun Hall, there is a busy scene. All the people have gotten up and are doing their jobs.

Jia Huan wrote paperwork in front of his desk and arranged things: he informed the mountain chief and the speaker of the result of asking for grain, and the plan to grab grain did not need to be notified, and there was a good explanation afterwards; Inform Saifu that his morning rations will be increased and that he will stay behind.

Gongsun Liang and Qiao Rusong helped Jia Huan fill in the gaps: what things and tools should be prepared. Route, hot water, rain gear. The preparations were arranged one by one. Grain should be grabbed, but not forced.

Before leaving, Jia Huan wanted to bring all the young and middle-aged people from the disaster victims. This "take-out" cannot be forced. No one wants to face danger. Jia Huan's method is agitation.

Han Xiucai participated in the propaganda part of the disaster relief, and he has great enthusiasm for this job. Tireless. There was no rest for days. He liked to explain the three chapters of the law to the villagers, talk about the major events in the world, talk about the origin of the flood, and scold the corrupt officials and corrupt officials, which attracted a burst of applause from the villagers. It is quite prestigious among the villagers.

Jia Huan saw that Han Xiucai wanted Han Xiucai to encourage the young and middle-aged to go with him.

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At about 8 o'clock in the morning, Han Xiucai wore a gray-blue shirt and came to Minglun Hall, the center of the academy, to see Jia Huan. It just so happened that everyone was having breakfast.

Jia Huan sat at the desk with a bowl and drank hot porridge and nibbled on steamed buns.

Wei Yang, who was talking to Jia Huan, covered his nose and left with a bowl. This capital madman Han Xiucai had an extremely unpleasant smell on his body. He just couldn't stand it.

Han Xiucai saluted, "Han has seen the head of the Jia Academy!" "Xiucai does not talk about the New Year with children, this is the rule of the field. But at this moment, Han Jin, who has a reputation for showing talent, saluted to Jia Huan, who was nine years old at the time, and said: The head of the hospital.

He originally came to incite Jia Huan to run for punishing Yin Lu Xinhan of Shuntian Mansion. Trapped in Wendao Academy by a sudden flood. During these seven days, he witnessed a miracle birth. Most of the villagers who should have died in torrential rain and starvation. To date, not a single person has died. Although they had a hard time.

What he saw was: Jia Huan's unparalleled talent made him breathtaking, convincing!

What he thinks is: If the imperial decree is accessible, why is the world like this? If the organization of the Donglin Party is so strict and united, how can it not be reported to the king and the next Anlishu?

He observes, learns, and improves every day.

Jia Huan was a little surprised by Han Xiucai's address to him and the etiquette he showed, smiled and said, "Han Xianggong is polite." I came to you because I have something to tell you. Have a seat! With that, he invited Han Xiucai to have breakfast together.

Han Xiucai sat down, "Head Jia, just call me Brother Han." He took a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun from a classmate. Very rough drinking porridge and biting steamed buns.

Jia Huan said directly: "There is no food in the academy. The monks of Tanzhe Temple on Miaofeng Mountain were reluctant to lend us food. I'm going to take someone to Tanzhe Temple to grab food.

Brother Han is quite prestigious among the victims, and I want Brother Han to agitate among the victims. Take the young and strong out. One is to ensure the safety of the academy. The second is to increase the momentum. ”

Jia Huan's words are very straightforward.

Han Xiu knew that there was a reason for the incident, so he immediately got up and saluted: "Rest assured, Han will do his best." ”

He's a violent showman himself. Not to mention grabbing grain and eating big households, when he was not yet a tribute to the country's eunuchs, he did everything in his hometown against the imperial court tax supervisors.

"Okay." Jia Huan discussed the details with Han Xiucai while eating.

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An hour later, about 300 young adults set off from Wendao Academy in the rain with dry food to Tanzhe Temple, which is 800 meters above sea level.

In front of Minglun Hall, there was a lot of people.

Luo Xiangyang and Qiao Rusong, who stayed behind, saw off the classmates in front of the steps, "Brother Jia, be careful when you go." I'm waiting at the college to hear from you. ”

Jia Huan nodded, smiled, took the hat, and walked into the rain. (To be continued.) )