There was only one battalion of garrisons in this city, which had been converted from the former youth hostel Tunding, and about 500 households. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Except for some of these households, except for some small capitalists who own some Yamada Tongyou Mills, or put their accounts in Tun Oil, Tun Rice, and Tun Cotton Yarn, most of the rest are families with military registration who came here in those years. There is also a gold bureau in the place, and the office is in a small temple under the river street outside the city, and a long letter is often hung. The general office lives in the city. A battalion of soldiers was stationed in the Yamen, and except for the trumpeters who went to the city every day to blow trumpets and play, so that people knew that there were still troops stationed here, the rest of the soldiers did not seem to exist.

Despite the outbreak of war in central Hunan Province, this small city was not affected much because of its remote location and unimportant strategic position.

Zhang Zhidong set up his own line in this small city.

Only this small city, which is full of tranquility and tranquility, can make Zhang Zhidong feel safe.

He still remembers the horror of the moment when the shell fell and exploded, and the appearance of Song Zhiping being killed.

Zhang Zhidong, who grew up in the official office of fine clothes and jade food, has never seen such a thrilling war scene where life and death are tied in an instant. It was because he was immediately in chaos, the six gods had no master, and only the instinct of survival strongly drove him to move his steps and flee step by step towards the dense forest in the back mountains. This escape has created a shame that Zhang Zhidong will not be able to wash away for the rest of his life. His dazzling image was eclipsed and collapsed because of this.

The whole city of Changsha was burned down and fell into the hands of the rebels, which shocked the whole country, and the government and the opposition were saddened and depressed, and the whole country was even more indignant and unforgivable for the behavior of Zhang Zhidong, the governor of Hunan Province stationed in Changsha.

Zhang Zhidong was greedy for life and afraid of death, and fled from the battle, causing the rebels to attack the city, and the defenders were unpresiding over the arson, and the military and civilian losses were heavy.

The Empress Dowager Renxi was very angry when she heard the news, and once planned to dismiss Zhang Zhidong and reduce her post, but under the persuasion of Prince Chun, she changed it to "demote three levels to retain, and wear the guilt to make meritorious contributions", and at the same time ordered Lin Yiqing, the squire of the military department and the minister of the sea department, to supervise military affairs, hoping to use his prestige of winning a hundred battles to calm Xiangzhong and deter the rebels. At the same time, an edict was issued to condemn the charges of treason against the party and explicitly ordered the conquest.

When the holy decree was sent to Hunan Province, Zhang Zhidong was still hiding in the countryside.

Zhang Zhidong has been hiding in the countryside for some days, and during this time, he has been in extreme pain.

I remember that on the afternoon of the accident, he was still wearing the clothes of a concubine, and wanted to settle down in a farmhouse, but the farmer heard that they had fled from the provincial capital, so he did not let them in. He said in particular: "I am Lord Zhang, the governor of Hunan Province. The farmer looked at Zhang Zhidong coldly and said disdainfully, "We won't accept Master Zhang either!" Changsha lost the battle, the adults with the troops should stick to their positions, the soldiers died on the battlefield, but you ran away as an adult, do you have a conscience? ”

With that, the door was slammed shut.

Zhang Zhidong was ashamed when he received this accusation, so he had to continue to move forward. After walking more than ten miles, I came to a small village. After learning the lesson of the previous time, they no longer looked for an ordinary farmhouse but went to find a squire, and they met an old gentleman, after listening to the introduction, the old gentleman said with disdain to the disheveled Zhang Zhidong: "Are you the Zhang Xiaoda who is known as the Qingliu warrior?" Hmph, you also have today! I think that my cousin was only because of a small mistake, you corrected him in the last chapter, and the Ministry of Industry interceded for him, but you didn't give up, and you made three mistakes in a row, and finally caused him to be demoted two levels in a row. The old man thought you were a decent person, but it turned out that you were a really irresponsible and characterless traitor. Get out, the old man's family can't tolerate you, a duplicitous and duplicitous rat! ”

This ridicule really swept Zhang Zhidong's face, and he couldn't wait to dig the ground to hide.

I originally wanted to leave the countryside and go far away, but after these two insults, Zhang Zhidong's heart was weaker, his body was weaker, and he really couldn't go anymore, fortunately, there was a rich villa nearby, and there were only two servants guarding the villa, the old servant was deaf and dumb, and the young servant was young.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the student Yang Shenxiu and the guard Ge Siqi to escort the governor's banner seal letter and the 200,000 taels of silver in the feudal treasury to find them all the way and meet Zhang Zhidong, and Zhang Zhidong ended the life of the frightened bird.

Zhang Zhidong sent people to inquire about the situation in Changsha City, and learned that the whole city of Changsha was burned, all the armies were defeated, and Changsha had become a nest of rebels, and there was unspeakable fear and remorse in his heart. He knew his sin was too great. The rebels' actions are so big, it must not have been a day or two to prepare, and they are so ignorant, how can they be so confused!

And as soon as the cannon sounded, I panicked, and I couldn't come up with a solution, where did all the ideas go on weekdays? Could it be that military planning can only be produced from a quiet study, and once you arrive at the battlefield with real swords and guns, you can't come up with any strategy? Especially what should not be left in the provincial capital, why is it so ignorant and such a bastard that day!

When Zhang Zhidong thought of his heart, he beat his chest and back, and cried bitterly! He remembered that before he became a foreign official, he was still an admirable and feared warrior, and for more than ten years, he impeached senior officials, corrected eunuchs, talked about foreign affairs, and discussed military affairs, and won a good reputation at home and abroad, and became famous all over the world. Speaking of Zhang Zhidong, who doesn't praise him as a Qingliu celebrity who runs through Changhong and is like a strong bamboo? Many years ago, a bookseller from Liulichang came to his door and asked them to choose some of the engravings and print thousands of copies, so that those who admired him could read them every day, and Zhang Zhidong promised to talk about it in two years. If it weren't for the governor of Hunan at the time of his back, maybe it wouldn't be long before he could be an official scholar, and his brilliant recitals would have been regarded as classics by millions of scholars, benefiting the present and future generations.

But now, everything has changed, everything is shattered. Zhang Zhidong thought that he would definitely be severely punished, because the grudges were too wide and there were too many enemies, those people would definitely fabricate charges, Zhou Nashenwen, and might even be sentenced to death and robbing his family.

As for those golden and jade vibrating songs, they will become a pile of waste paper, and no one will pay attention to them anymore. The three words "Zhang Zhidong" will henceforth become synonymous with "only for literature, not for things", "heroic in words, cowards in bones" and so on, and will become the negative teaching materials of scholars for thousands of generations.

After Zhang Zhidong thought about it like this, all his thoughts were discouraged, his body was like a tree, and he didn't even have the strength to get up.

After the decree arrived in Hunan Province, the officials searched everywhere and finally found Zhang Zhidong. After listening to the holy decree, he was secretly glad that he did not commit suicide, and a trace of vitality recovered from his body. He had no reason or face to make any complaints, and after kowtowing and thanking him, he actively began to direct the counterinsurgency, wanting to put down the rebellion before Lin Yiqing arrived.

To this end, he did everything he could, and did everything he could in his life, but these days, the war did not spread as well as he had expected.

After the rebels were about to enter Xiangtan, where he was hiding, he simply hid here.

When I went to the city during the day, I saw clothes and vegetables drying in front of people's houses everywhere. Sweet potatoes are mostly hung under the eaves with vines. Brown pockets, filled with chestnuts, hazelnuts and other hard-shelled fruits, were also hung under the eaves. There are chickens crowing and playing all over the corner of the house. Occasionally, a man would take up the front door of his house and saw, or chop the tree with an axe, and put the chopped firewood in the open flat to go like a pagoda. Or you can see a few middle-aged women, dressed in very hard blue cloth clothes, with white cloth buttoned aprons hanging from their chests, bent over their waists and talking and doing things in the sun. Everything is always so quiet, and all the people pass in this simple loneliness every day. A bit of silence increases people's ability to think about "personnel" and increases dreams. Everyone who survives in this small city must have their own set of days, and they must have the inevitable expectation of love and hatred for people. But what do these people think? Who knows. Living on a higher part of the city, you can overlook the river and its scenery from a stop in front of the door, and when the boat comes, you can watch countless slender men from the opposite river beach from a distance. Some of those slender men brought small snacks and candy from the downstream places, but when they approached the shore, they brought them into the city to exchange for money. When the boat comes, the imagination of the little ones, when on the side of those who pull the boat. As for the adults, hatching a nest of chicks, raising two pigs, entrusting the boatman to make a pair of gold earrings, and returning with two zhang guan green cloth or a jar of good soy sauce and a double Mobil lampshade, it will occupy the hearts of most housewives.

Although this small city is so quiet and peaceful, the place is the junction of commercial transactions in eastern Xiangdong, so the situation of Xiaoxiaohe Street outside the city is a little different. There are also inns where businessmen settle and barber shops that sit still. In addition, restaurants, grocery stores, oil stores, salt stores, and flower clothes villages, all have their own status, decorating this river street. There are also fir live cars, bamboo cables and pot shops that sell boats, and introduce sailors to eat dock meals professionally. On the long case in front of the small restaurant, there are often fried yellowed carp tofu, decorated with red pepper shreds, lying in a shallow bowl, with a large handful of red chopsticks inserted in the big bamboo tube next to the bowl, regardless of who is willing to spend some money, this person can sit down on the long case in front of the door, take out a pair of chopsticks to his hand, and a woman with very thin eyebrows and white powder on her face came over and asked: "Big brother, vice master, do you want sweet wine?" Want shochu? The man with a higher flame and a little humorous and a little interesting to the inner shopkeeper will pretend to be angry and say, "Eat sweet wine? It's not a child, and he asks people to eat sweet wine! Then, the crisp soju was scooped out of the large urn with a bamboo tube, poured into the earthen bowl, and immediately came to the table beside him. The grocery store sells Mobil oil and lamps with Mobil oil, as well as incense candles and paper. Oil: Tung oil. The salt stack is piled with green salt from the fire well. Huayizhuang has white cotton yarn, large cloth, cotton and black crepe silk of Baotou for sale. Those who sell the goods on the ship have a list of all kinds of things, and occasionally there are iron anchors weighing more than 100 catties on the side of the road, waiting for the main consultant. Those who specialize in introducing sailors as their career and eat water dock meals are at their homes on River Street, where the doors are open all day long, and there are often shipowners in green feather satin jackets and sailors with hairy hands and feet entering and exiting, but the place is like a teahouse but does not sell tea, and you can smoke if it is not a smoke house. When I came here, although I was talking about the business of the boat, there were certain rules for rowing and pulling fiber on the top and bottom of the boat, and there was no need to discuss the number. Most of them came here for a "party". With the "leading steward" as the center, talk about local current affairs, the business situation of the two provinces, and the "new things" downstream. Most of the invitations are here, and most of the money is raised here, and the dice are often held here when the number of points is the first round. There are two things that often become their business: buying and selling ships, and buying and selling wives.

Because of the needs of merchants and sailors, there is actually a group of people in the river street of this small border city, gathered in some houses with stilted buildings. This kind of woman was either from the nearby countryside or a woman who had come to Hunan with the Hunan army, and wore fake silk clothes, printed trousers, eyebrows pulled into a thin line, and a large bun with a very fragrant oil. When there is nothing to do during the day, he sits at the door to make shoes, embroiders double phoenixes with red and green silk threads on the tips of his shoes, or picks embroidered hugs for his lover and sailor, while watching passers-by and killing a long time. Or lean against the window by the river to watch the sailors shop the goods, and listen to the sailors climb the mast and sing. In the evening, they took turns receiving merchants and sailors, and did their duty as a maiden.

Because the customs of the small town are simple, that is, to be a maid, and always so strong, when you meet people who do not know each other, you have to pay money first when doing business, and then close the door and spread wild, after people are familiar with each other, the money is dispensable. Most of the maids relied on merchants to make a living, but the affection was mostly on the sailors' side. If they have a good relationship, they bite each other's lips and necks and swear, and make an agreement that "after the breakup, everyone is not allowed to mess around", and for forty or fifty days, the one who floats on the boat and the one who stays on the shore will all stay and spend this bunch of days, and try their best to tie their hearts to a person far away. Especially the woman's feelings are sincere, indescribably stupid, the man does not come back after the appointed time, when dreaming, he always dreams that the boat is close to the shore, and a person staggers from the boat gangplank to the shore, and runs straight to the side. Or if there is doubt in the middle of the day, then in a dream you will see a man singing on the mast to the other side, but he will not pay attention to himself. The weaker character then threw himself into the river and swallowed the smoke in his dream, and the stronger one held the kitchen knife in his hand and ran straight towards the sailor. Although their lives are so alienated from ordinary society, tears and joys, in a kind of love and hatred, are rubbed into the lives of these people, and they are like other young lives in another land, and their whole body and mind are soaked in that little love and hatred, and they forget everything when they see the cold and the heat. If there is much difference, it is just that these people are a little more real, and they are closer to being confused. Short-term contracting, long-term marriage, and temporary closure, these transactions about a woman's body, due to the simplicity of the people's feelings, do not feel how obscene and shameful, and onlookers never use the concept of a scholar to criticize and despise them. These people are more righteous than profitable, but they are also trustworthy, and even if they are prostitutes, they are often more trustworthy than those in the city who are morally and shameful.

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