When Jia Huan heard Han Xiucai's first sentence, he frowned and stood up and said, "If Han Xianggong is looking for something to say, there will be no need to eat this wine." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Han Xiucai sighed helplessly and made an inviting gesture, "Jia Xiaoyou, please!" ”

Jia Huan was willing to sit down. Han Xiucai has an upright temperament and does not understand the world. Of course, he appreciated it in his heart, but he would not grieve himself to accommodate Han Xiucai's thoughts.

On the small wooden table in the square, there are two side dishes and a pot of turbid wine.

Han Xiucai raised his glass and invited Jia Huan to have a drink. Jia Huan politely refused: "Thank Han Xianggong for his good intentions." I have not fully recovered from my illness, and today I use tea instead of wine. ”

Han Xiucai felt that the atmosphere was a little stiff. But he was used to it. Sullen, he poured himself two glasses of wine and said, "I heard about Jia Xiaoyou from Mr. Longjiang." I came to see you today. ”

Now the Guozijian is rumoring that he is grateful to the Narcissus Girl of the Five Phoenix Pavilion for saving him. He did stay overnight in the boudoir of the Narcissus. Famous flowers and celebrities are happy. However, he knew in his heart who the person who really saved him was.

However, he would not open his mouth to thank Jia Huan. The kindness of saving lives is appreciated with the word "thank you", which is too light. A gentleman is sensitive to deeds and accepts words.

Jia Huan nodded. This is to be expected. Since Han Xiucai did not break off his friendship with Mr. Longjiang. It is normal to ask Mr. Long Jiang about him.

Han Xiucai is really whimsical! He is a concubine, how can he mobilize the power of Jiafu? Even if he can be mobilized, he will not rashly participate in this political game.

Han Xiucai said: "Jia Xiaoyou, as a scholar, why don't you have the ambition to help the world?" Now there is a flood around Kyoshi. All the way, I was devastated, and I was worried. ”

Jia Huan said: "If you are not in your position, you will not seek your own government." For example, if a young child strikes with a heavy hammer and lacks strength, he will harm himself. "Caring about national affairs is worth advocating. The rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the husband. But know how many bowls of dry rice you can eat, and do what you can.

Han Xiucai sighed again and said, "Lingshi Zhang Boyu is a great Confucian, who governs the Spring and Autumn Period and is famous all over the world. Ten years ago, he opened Wendao Academy in the western suburbs of the capital to study.

Zhang's predecessors are quite well-connected in the court. If you are willing to speak out, it is not difficult to punish Yin Lu Xinhan of Shuntian Mansion. With this credit, it is inevitable that he will be able to stand out again. If Jia Xiaoyou is interested, he can facilitate this matter. ”

It was the first time Jia Huan had heard others talk about the old story of the mountain chief Zhang Anbo (cousin Boyu). Listen to Han Xiucai with your ears pricked up. After listening, he groaned slightly.

When today, Emperor Ziyongzhi ascended to the throne in a manner similar to the Xuanwumen Incident. This year is the ninth year of Yongzhi. Ten years ago, the mountain chief was in the position of the imperial history of Zuo Yandu, and he was probably alert and avoided the tragic political storm through Zhishi.

The Metropolitan Procuratorate is responsible for correcting hundreds of officials, identifying wrongs, supervising all provinces, and being the division of discipline for the ears and eyes of the Son of Heaven. There is one person on the left and right imperial histories, one person on the left and right deputy imperial histories, and two people on the left and right imperial histories. Zuo Yushi is an official of the four products.

Han Xiucai thought that Jia Huan was a disciple of the mountain chief Zhang Anbo. But Jia Huan is not. Of course, it's not wrong to call the division commander. Jia Huan didn't know if the mountain chief had any intention of going out again. This kind of thing, he can't go over and die.

Jia Huan didn't speak, and Han Xiucai didn't urge, and drank slowly.

At this moment, there was a sudden panicked shout from Dongzhuang Town, noisy and noisy. The restaurant felt like a frying pan. Han Xiucai threw the broken silver on the wine table and went to the street to see the situation. Jia Huan followed.

It was raining heavily in the sky, and it was pouring rain. Towards evening, the sky was overcast. Hundreds of people on the street were rushing and chaotic, each talking their own words. It seems that the situation is extremely critical. The depth of the water flow on the street is rising at a rate visible to the naked eye.

A moment later, definite news came: the Yongding River burst its embankment, and Liujiawan in Longquan Town was flooded. Floodwaters are pouring in from 10 miles away.

Dongzhuang Town is a small town with only two street fronts and a permanent population of less than 1,000 people. At this time, the whole town is in chaos. All the people were shouting. It was the cry of life before it felt mortal danger.

"Let's go. Come on. ”

"Run for your life!"

"child, don't clean it up. Come on. Otherwise, it will be too late. ”

"Mother, it's a big flood. I'll carry you away. ”

When Han Xiucai saw this critical situation, his blood suddenly surged, and he was about to climb up and shout, and when he stepped forward, Jia Huan grabbed him, "Han Xiucai, don't be stupid, run." "The crowd is already chaotic, and there is simply no time to put order in order.

At this time, Han Xiucai was still dreaming of ascending to the heights, responding to the scene, and being in the limelight. This is just. Even a well-trained army can't control it when the camp is howling. Not to mention ordinary people.

"Run!"

"Run."

"Run in the direction of the academy."

Before the flood rose, the flow of people desperately ran to Wendao Academy, which was two miles (1 kilometer) away. It's a hilly plateau. Further up is Mt. Myomine. But there are still some people who are cleaning up. Others are looking for objects such as floating door panels.

"Boom!"

A few minutes later, Hong Feng rushed over, with unrivaled strength and speed, and swept away and submerged the civil construction of Dongzhuang Town. There was a constant sound of houses and buildings collapsing. There are also all kinds of screams and shouts. In an instant, it was a white expanse.

Jia Huan and Han Xiucai crawled all the way to the door of Wendao Academy. Covered in mud. Very embarrassed. Huge waves lick the land at the foot of the mountain. When Jia Huan looked back, he had already seen corpses rolling in the waves. There was a gloom in my heart. Only about 100 people escaped together. Survivors in 12.

In the flood peak, the door panel is not used. The most terrible thing is not that the water suffocates people. It is the irresistible impact force of Hong Feng. Impulse, enough to destroy and tear any object that tries to block it. This is the power of nature!

The nearly 200 disciples in Wendao Academy were not in the mood to study, and they all crowded to the gate of the courtyard to watch the flood. The water continued to rise, and soon it reached the steps in front of the main gate of the academy.

The figure of a young man in a white shirt rushed out and shouted, "Sister, Shu'er." Sister, Shu'er. Ahh

Jia Huan was silent. It's Lin Xinyuan. His sister Miss Lin died, and so did her maid Shu'er. Qin Hongtu, who was in the same dormitory, came out and wanted to help him up. Jia Huan pursed his lips vigorously and said softly: "Brother Qin, let him cry for a while!" ”

The black Qin Hongtu saw that Jia Huan was covered in mud, and when he learned that he had just run out of Dongzhuang Town, he had palpitations, "Brother Jia, Brother Jia..." Jia Huan is his friend. This is really the line between life and death.

More and more students came out of the academy. Several of the scholars who also had family members accompanying them wept bitterly. Smell sadness, see tears in sight.

Gongsun Liang squeezed over from behind, saw Jia Huan, was overjoyed, patted him on the shoulder hard, and spoke incoherently excitedly, "Senior Brother Jia, Senior Brother Jia, good, hey, good." You're okay. Okay, I..."Jia Huan is going to die in Dongzhuang Town, and he will feel guilty for the rest of his life.

The survivors stood outside the gate of the Ask Academy, looking at the flooded town two miles away, crying.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the sky and the earth were white, except for some pointed roofs and treetops. Wailing cries.

Summer melts, rivers overflow, people or fish and turtles!

…

The night was getting darker. The heavy rain continued. Wendao Academy, Hanmei Academy, in the small house, the mountain chief Zhang Anbo, the six lecturers, the senior brother Sun Liang, and the head of the academy Jia Huan are all there. The light of the oil lamp jumps.

Mountain Chief Zhang Anbo sighed and ordered: "Wenyue, you arrange accommodation and food for those affected townspeople. Jia Huan, you follow Wen Yue to do things together. "Jia Huan's ability is very prominent, and the cone is in the sac, and his end is immediate. He wanted to hone the teenager's abilities.

Gongsun Liang and Jia Huan should come down.

Luo Jiaolang reminded: "Mountain Chief, with hundreds of mouths, the food in the academy can't last a few days. ”

Zhang Anbo, the chief of the mountain, gradually became resolute, lined up the table with his hands, and sang: "Long sigh to hide the tears, mourn the difficulties of the people's livelihood." Although Yu is good at cultivating his concubine, he is talking about the pilgrimage and the night..."

The vernacular means: I hide my face with a long sigh and weep, and I mourn how hard the life of the people is. I just worship virtue and restrain myself, but in the morning I admonish and in the evening I am degraded...

This is Qu Yuan's "Lisao". The head of the mountain, Zhang Anbo, once served as the imperial history of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and he did have the duty to admonish.

In this situation, even though several lecturers in the academy were worried, no one could say anything to refuse: How difficult the people's livelihood is!

Jia Huan suddenly realized: He may have made a mistake. The mountain chief Zhang Anbo Zhishi is probably not because he avoided trouble, but because he was deposed because of his advice. Hence the resignation.

…

The deliberations are over. Jia Huan followed Gongsun Liang out of the cottage. It was pitch black all around. Wind and rain in the cloister. Can't hide from the wind and rain.

Jia Huan said: "Senior Brother Gongsun, I have a word, although our academy has to accept the disaster victims, but the food is limited, we must supply the disaster victims and the disciples of the academy in limited quantities. ”

Gongsun Liang was still immersed in the emotions of the generous and sad song discussed in the small house just now, admiring the demeanor of his teacher, and nodded lightly, "Hmm." ”

Jia Huan smiled bitterly in his heart. The meeting just now was really just a decision. There are no substantive measures to be provided. The mountain chief, Zhang Anbo, delegated power to Gongsun Liang. He acts as an auxiliary.

That night, in No. 12 of the inner house, Jia Huan worked hard to write. Disaster relief is a system project. He needs to get all the plans right.

The night breeze blows and the lights flicker. A soft cough came from time to time.

…

Over the course of several days, the flood peaks surged several times and then eased again. The surviving villagers and crowds of people in Sili and Eight Townships began to slowly move towards the mountains. The remaining veins of Taihang Mountain in the western suburbs of the capital are the most in Lingshan, Baihua Mountain and Miaofeng Mountain.

The Wendao Academy at the foot of Miaofeng Mountain has food, and the news spread, and a large number of victims slowly gathered. The pressure on Wendao College increased sharply.

The place, which once sheltered the victims, was on the verge of collapse and destruction after a few days. (To be continued.) )