The night gradually shrouded in. The rain between heaven and earth was not too big or too small. I could only hear the sound of rain outside the house.

A candle was lit in the side hall of the west wing of the academy. The mountain captains Zhang Anbo, Ye Shanlang, Luo Shanlang and others set an example, each ate a steamed bun for supper, and sat around the hall to talk about the current situation of the academy. Several other students served the gentlemen.

Luo Shuanglang said: "I heard that today Chen Jiayun took people to Minglun Hall to besiege Wen Yue, but was forced to suppress him by Jia Huan?"

The disciple nodded and told him what happened during the day today.

Luo Shuolang lost his temper and cursed: "A bunch of bastards!" Do you know how difficult it is to provide three times the population of the academy to eat? If Jia Huan hadn't really done practical things and come up with a plan, Wendao Academy would have been destroyed by the hungry people gathered here like locusts. How could there be such order now? They would have the face to make trouble?

The mountain chief Zhang Anbo waved his hand and sighed: "It's not their fault. We are skillful in the scriptures and understand the principles. But we are just mediocre in practice. If it weren't for Jia Huan, our whole life would be ruined. Alas."

Now there is a talk about how to solve the food crisis.

The mountain chief Zhang Anbo said: "I have a good relationship with Master Zhichen of Tanzhe Temple. I have written a letter and sent it to Tanzhe Temple by my disciples. I must come to get food to solve my urgent needs."

Miaofeng Mountain, Tanzhe Temple, quiet interior.

On the futon, a bald, round-faced old He was sitting quietly with his eyes closed. After a while, a gray-shirted He came in and said softly: "Senior brother, I have sent the messenger from Wendao Academy to leave."

After saying that, he wanted to speak but stopped.

Lao He spoke with a thick voice and magnetic voice: "Zhang Boyu, a famous scholar in the capital, and the villagers were suffering from disaster. If he refuses, how can he gain a foothold in Shilin? How can my temple save a little savings? How can we save all living beings?"

The gray shirt and the eyelids are hanging down, and the Buddha's name is pronounced: "Amitabha!"

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

Looking at Qin Hongtu who was tired and muddy, Jia Huan said, "Thank you for your hard work, brother Qin. Drink water first, eat something, and then talk."

Qin Hongtu exhausted his energy and forced himself to return to the academy in one breath. At this time, he could no longer help but feel sad in his heart. He sat on the ground and cried bitterly: "Brother Jia, I have a burden! The people from Tanzhe Temple are unwilling to borrow food."

"ah"

"What?"

"how so?"

About twenty disciples in Minglun Hall were thrilled by this news. Everyone's last hope of persistence was wiped out and they questioned each other. One louder than another. It was hard to hide their surprise, anger, and despair.

Gongsun Liang held his forehead with his hands in pain, how could this happen? When the victims of Dongzhuang Town first came to the academy, the mountain captain lamented the difficulties of people's livelihood and helped the villagers. However, with no impact from the flood peaks after the dam broke, the news spread and the victims slowly gathered in the academy.

Now, these people have become a heavy burden on the academy. Junior Brother Jia is doing his best 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 responsible for the commemoration, slapped the table and shouted meaninglessly.

Wei Yang is dumbfounded. Everything is over. Will he die here?

Zhang Sishui's nose was sore and tears flowed down. How much work did these classmates do in the past six days? Documents, archives, and planning. However, all of this suddenly lost its meaning!

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

Jia Huan felt extremely bitter. He didn't understand why it was impossible for the peace in the temples on the mountain to borrow grain. The mountain chief Zhang Anbo was a fourth-rank official who retired. Even gold could be borrowed with his face, right?

Murphy's Law says: If things are likely to go bad, no matter how likely it is, it will always happen. Now, this tiny possibility makes him catch up. The situation becomes extremely bad and dangerous.

Wendao Academy is flooded all around, like an isolated island, isolated from the bustling towns, leaving only roads toward the rolling mountainous areas. But in recent days, the victims who gathered at Wendao Academy have emerged from the mountainous areas. The six or seven hundred people in Wendao Academy cannot be raised in the mountains. Moreover, in summer, there are many poisonous insects and beasts in the undeveloped mountainous areas. The danger of uncertainty has increased greatly.

As a modern person with experience, he is used to the darkness of the world. Jia Huan took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions with strong rationality. Then, he slapped the table and calmed down the students and said, "Brother Pang, start the second backup plan. Go and take it out and send it to everyone."

“What alternative?”

Jia Huan pursed his lips and said hard: "If Tanzhe Temple doesn't lend us food, we'll go and grab it!"

Maybe it will bleed. But the road ahead is a dead end. We have to go and open a road. Mr. Lu Xun said: If you don’t explode in silence, you will perish in silence.

His choice is: explosion.

Destiny is to struggle on your own.

A low breath sounded in the Minglun Hall.

Outside the hall, the night is extremely rich and dark. But the light of hope is lit up in everyone's heart, even if it is faint.

For students who only read the books of sages, robbing food is a very difficult behavior. It is similar to a wild beast. But what is even more difficult to accept is the dilemma they are facing at present. Among the 446 victims, there are more than 300 young and strong men. Only young and strong men can survive the early disaster and arrive at Wendao Academy, a "small island" that stores some food.

Most of the students in Wendao Academy are scholars. If food is cut off, driven by hunger, these more than 300 young and strong men will bring extremely tragic consequences to the academy and will be unbearable.

A fierce quarrel broke out in Minglun Hall, but the final plan was decided. 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 all of them sat in a circle. Everyone looked tired.

Some people were already asleep on the quilt, some were leaning on the pillars and dozing off, and some people came back to bake clothes by the fire at the distance. They were quiet and no one spoke.

They will lead the future of six or seven hundred people in Wendao Academy. Death and life, success and failure, blood and fire. The difference will be revealed after arriving at Tanzhe Temple tomorrow. This scene tonight will be engraved in everyone's hearts.

Gongsun Liang sighed leisurely. The power of heaven and earth and the complexity of human nature. He felt endless fatigue coming. The only thing he could trust was Junior Brother Jia's will.

Jia Huan thought about it and said to Yi Junjie beside him before going to bed: "Before dinner tomorrow morning, I will call Xiucai Han to see me." After he was in charge of the disaster relief, he never went back to his dormitory.

With the core team of 80 disciples of the academy as well as other disciples of the academy, people patrol the victims at all times, explain the rules, chat, talk about the future, help, and supervise. They firmly grasp the situation.

When the matter was just now, Yi Junjie, who was in charge of intelligence collection, was patrolling the victims of the Hanmei Academy. He came back halfway to participate in the discussion and supported Jia Huan's opinions.

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

It was dawn and raindrops were floating in the sky.

There was a busy scene in Minglun Hall. Everyone had already gotten up and performed their own duties.

Jia Huan wrote a document at his desk and arranged things: notify the mountain leader and the man of the request for grain, and the plan to grab grain was not required. Afterwards, there was a statement notifying the Shaifu about increasing the morning rations and leaving the matter.

Gongsun Liang and Qiao Rusong helped Jia Huan make up for the leaks: What things, tools, routes of travel, hot water, rain gear, and preparations should be arranged one by one. Grains should be snatched, but they cannot be snatched hard.

Before leaving, Jia Huan wanted to bring all the young and middle-aged people among the victims. This kind of "take out" cannot be forced. No one will be willing to face danger. Jia Huan's method is to encourage.

Han Xiucai participated in the publicity part in disaster relief. He was very enthusiastic about this job. He was tireless and had no rest for several days. He liked to explain the three rules to the villagers, talk about the major affairs of the world, talk about the origin of the flood, and curse corrupt officials, which attracted a burst of cheers from the villagers. He was quite prestigious among the villagers.

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

At about 8 o'clock in the morning, Han Xiucai came to Minglun Hall, the center of the academy, to meet Jia Huan. It happened that everyone was having breakfast.

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

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

Han Xiucai bowed and bowed, "Han has seen Jia Yuanshou!" The scholar did not talk to Tong Sheng about his age, which is the rule of the imperial examination. But at this moment, Han Jin, who had the reputation of scholars, was convinced to Tong Sheng. Jia Huan, who was nine years old at the time, bowed and said: Yuanshou.

He was originally here to encourage Jia Huan to run to punish Lu Xinhan, the prefect of Shuntian Prefecture. He was trapped in Wendao Academy by the sudden flood. During these seven days, he witnessed a miracle. Most of the villagers who should have died in heavy rain and hunger. So far, no one has died. Although they have lived a hard life.

What he saw was: Jia Huan's unparalleled talent was amazed and convinced!

What he thought was: If the imperial court had clear government orders, why would the world be like this? If the Donglin Party’s organization was so strict and the whole country was united, how could it not be able to report to the king and to be at peace with the people?

He observes, learns, and makes progress every day.

Jia Huan was a little surprised at the title of Han Xiucai to him and the etiquette he showed. He smiled and said, "You are kind to Mr. Han. I'm here to come and I have something to tell you. Please sit down!" As he said that, he invited Han Xiucai to have breakfast together.

Han Xiucai sat down, "Jia Yuanshou, just call me Brother Han." He took a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun handed over by a classmate. He drank the porridge very roughly and bit the steamed buns.

Jia Huan said very directly: "There is no food in the academy. I am unwilling to lend us food on Miaofeng Mountain. I want to take people to Tanzhe Temple to grab grain.

Brother Han is quite famous among the victims. I want Brother Han to go to the victims to incite them to bring the young and strong people out. One is to ensure the safety of the academy. The other is to increase the momentum.”

Jia Huan's words were very straightforward.

When Han Xiucai knew that there was a reason for the incident, he immediately stood up and bowed and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Jia first, please don't worry, Han will do his best."

He was a violent scholar himself. Not to mention the big robbers of grain, he had done everything he had to fight against the imperial tax bureau in his hometown before he was tribute to the Imperial College.

"Okay." Jia Huan discussed the details with Han Xiucai while having a meal.

One hour later, about 300 young and middle-aged men took dry food and set off from Wendao Academy in the rain and headed to Tanzhe Temple, which was 800 meters above sea level.

In front of Minglun Hall, there were crowds of people.

Luo Xiangyang and Qiao Rusong, who were left behind, saw off to all the classmates in front of the steps, "Brother Jia, be careful of everything here. We are waiting for good news in the academy."

Jia Huan nodded, smiled, brought a hat and walked into the rain. To be continued.

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Chapter completed!