The sun thrust through the thick clouds. The sun showed its face after more than a month of rainy weather. It was late, but it was not too late.

In the Wendao Academy at the foot of Miaofeng Mountain, everyone was filled with joy.

At the same time, to the west of Miaofeng Mountain, among the rolling mountains, the forest was filled with misty roads. The mountain roads were muddy. A burst of footsteps came.

One, two, and three countless hungry people in ragged clothes walked out of the mountains and forests, with pale faces, thin eyes, silent eyes, weak strength, and slowly walking forward.

The long line seems to be out of sight.

In the Jia Mansion, in the house where Jia Mu went to the room, Tanchun was watching Jia Huan's reply more than a month ago while watching Jia Huan's reply more than a month ago. Now, her third brother has no news. There is a vast ocean in the western suburbs of the capital.

The rich and wealthy family have been out of the city to serve porridge these days. The Jia family is no exception. However, no information about Wendao Academy has been heard.

I only heard that Baitan Academy in the western suburbs of the capital was flooded, and many disciples were killed and injured.

Tanchun put down the letter, his bright eyes were faint, and he sighed softly.

Xiangshan, Qixia is in the sight of view.

A delicate and graceful woman looked west in a beautiful two-story building with her eyebrows frowned and chanted the Taoist scriptures softly.

In the afternoon, in the government office of the Tongzhengsi, several minor officials gathered in the public room, drinking hot tea, and talking about the recent floods in the capital.

"It is said that Zhang Xiang's legitimate grandson was trapped in Shuanghe Academy in Woniu Town, and that was the most beloved grandson by the old Fengjun."

"Haha, that Zhang Xiang is so worried. Li Xiang is staring at the breaking of the Yongding River. If he dares to save Woniu Town first, he will be impeached by the censor of the Donglin Party."

"So, Xie Xiang suggested that the emperor send Qi Chi, a famous minister in the court, as the imperial envoy, and the governor handles disaster relief, river management, people's livelihood and other matters. Lord Qi has already come to Liangxiang County."

"The Prime Minister Lu of Shuntian Prefecture recently ran around the city, intending to get rid of his crime. I heard that he had asked to go to the Zhongshun Palace, and he was really ill and went to the doctor. Haha."

"Everyone, be careful, be careful."

The heavy rains in the capital city of Imperial College has finally subsided. There is still water accumulation in many places in Imperial College.

However, as the most active group of scholars in the capital, the Imperial College has already discussed the situation of the Yongding River breaking and the disasters outside the capital.

The classmate Han Xiucai Han Jin and Han Zihuan revealed that the Shuntian Prefecture Prefecture Prefecture Prefecture Prefecture Prefecture Prefecture Prefecture Prefecture was repeatedly mentioned. The public opinion pointed at the Lufu Prefecture Prefecture Prefecture.

In the classroom of the outer room, a long-faced scholar raised his arm and shouted: "My friend Han Zihuan went to Wendao Academy to invite Zhang Boyu, a famous scholar from the capital, to impeach Lu Xinhan, but unfortunately died. My friend's aspirations are our inheritance."

A continuous heavy rain caused the Yongding River, the three major rivers in the capital to break the dam, and floods raged to the western suburbs of the capital. In the north, Zhili, and both adjacent Shanxi were greatly affected. The Xishan coal mine stopped operating and the coal roads were cut off.

The emperor was furious, quarrels in the court, the officialdom was wrestling, the governor inspected, officials, minor officials, yamen runners were busy, corrupt officials were refusing to quit their responsibilities, irrelevant officials were watching the fun, the powerful were playing games with the people who were affected by the disaster, and countless casualties, and the surviving people struggled with the worries of their family, friends, and elders on the verge of death. These scenes were staged one after another in July and August of the ninth year of Yongzhi.

But these things have no connection with Wendao Academy, which lives in the foot of Miaofeng Mountain in the western suburbs of the capital.

In the small academy, it was lively, laughing, orderly and warm. As the most difficult days passed, three meals of porridge were served in a day. This tiny happiness rippled in the hearts of everyone. The tense heartstrings had loosened. The threat of death was far away.

Everyone is waiting for the raft we set out yesterday to return safely, bringing back news from the outside world and hope for life.

In the afternoon, it was the second day after Qiao Rusong and others set off. In the Minglun Hall of Wendao Academy, the mountain chief Zhang Anbo, Ye Shanlang, Luo Shanlang, Wu Shanlang and others talked about the flood with Jia Huan, Gongsun Liang, Wei Yang, Han Xiucai, Xu Yinglang, Qin Hongtu, Yi Junjie, and Yao Wei.

Luo Shuolang said: "It has always been a serious illness after a major disaster. It is easy to become a plague. If our academy wants to avoid being involved in the plague, it is best to evacuate."

Zhang Anbo sat in the couch chair, smiled generously, and said kindly: "How easy is to give up? How can we take so many books and so many disciples?" As he said that, he looked at Jia Huan, "You have to sort out the epidemic prevention measures in the plan."

Jia Huan nodded with a smile, "Master, I will start to sort it out immediately when Classmate Qiao comes back." After opening up the passage with the outside world, he, the disaster relief commander, can step down. By the way, he hasn't had a good rest for a long time.

Ye Shulang smiled and said in a gentle voice: "The core issue after the disaster is still food. The pressure on the shoulders of the mountain is great."

Zhang Anbo smiled self-deprecatingly: "At that time, I'll give up my old face and go to the capital to beg for an old friend."

Everyone was laughing. Jia Huan's eyes flashed.

Wu Shanlang coughed and reminded: "Everyone, the college entrance examination is about to be held in the 1919 year. According to the rules of previous years, registration is probably over. And the exam will be taken around the Mid-Autumn Festival. The results of our academy this time"

Zhang Anbo said: "It's okay. This flood in the west of Beijing has caused severe disasters in Wanping County. In my opinion, the registration time will definitely be limited. The exam time will be postponed."

Everyone nodded. This is the right statement.

While he was laughing, a disciple from the house suddenly ran in a hurry, covered in mud and water, and looked anxious. All the teachers were there, and he bowed in a hurry, and then he reported directly to Jia Huanhui: "There are a large group of hungry people coming to the west of the academy. The two leaders said: They were fifty miles away from the coal mine in Yantang Village. I beg our academy to give porridge and rice."

The word "Kiln Worker" made the mountain leader, the speaker, and the disciples change their color. Everyone became turbulent. With a "clang" sound, a scholar's inkstone fell on the ground and the ink spilled all over the ground. But no one blamed him. Master Zhichen of Tanzhe Temple still heard the warning. Now everyone's hearts are raised and raised to his throat.

The kiln workers in coal kilns are also called miners. The largest industry in the western suburbs of the capital is coal mines. The imperial court has a coal tax supervisor, but the number of private kilns is dozens or hundreds of times higher than that of official kilns. The kiln workers used are refugees from all over the country, and there are no records to be found, and there are many desperate people.

"I beg our academy to give away porridge and rice" is a kind word. If you don't give it, the consequence will be to wash the academy.

The reason why the disciples of the Waisha reported directly to Jia Huan was because of the prestige and trust that Jia Huan had established over the past few days. He could bring everyone out of the desperate situation. Not only this disciple of the Waisha, but also Shanzhu, Shanlang and others looked at Jia Huan at this time, waiting for him to make an idea.

There is no doubt that Wendao Academy is facing the test of life and death again! At the last moment when it is about to completely overcome the flood, danger comes suddenly.

Jia Huan, who was highly anticipated, slowly stood up and smiled bitterly in his heart. He glanced at his senior brother Gongsun Liang: Senior brother, it seems that your strange bad luck has been transmitted to me.

Yes! Just waiting for Qiao Houdao to bring outside news, the crisis here in the academy will be completely resolved. Why would a group of hungry people from kiln workers come to this time? Jia Huan's mood at this time can only be described in two words: My God!

Gongsun Liang was wearing a white robe, full of energy, and stood up and said, "Junior Brother Jia, you give me the order."

Jia Huan nodded, walked to the middle of the hall, faced everyone, raised his right hand, and the uneasy people slowly calmed down and looked at the thin figure.

Jia Huan shouted: "Everyone, danger is coming again. My first order: all emergency mechanisms to restore the crisis state. Each performs its duties.

Second, all the members of the guard team were ordered to return to the team immediately and get armed. Senior Brother Gongsun, Qin Hongtu and Yao Wei were responsible for it.

Third, we announced the news to the villagers in the academy: the kiln workers are coming to eat up and kill us. If we don’t want to die, we have to resist. We will organize all the young and strong people. Han Xiucai and Du Hong are responsible.

Fourth, dispatch personnel to verify the number and situation of the kiln workers, and follow-up. Yi Junjie is responsible for the responsibility and inform the meeting hall of the situation as soon as possible.

Fifth, Xu Yinglang sent someone to notify Tanzhe Temple on the mountain and seconded their monks. He asked Pang Ze to come down to help me handle the documents and manage the punishment.

Sixth, inform Luo Xiangyang to implement grain control again. The number of people and times the teams to transport grain to the mountain are calculated and the personnel are rearranged.

implement."

Jia Huan pursed his lips and waved his right hand vigorously. About a hundred scholars in the hall stood up and stood up.

The core command organization to be established: the meeting hall. All orders will be issued in the name of Gongsun Liang. The mountain chief and the sergeant stood up and retreated. The scholars skillfully put the desk together. Wei Yang and six others opened the ink cartridges, spread the white paper, picked up the pen and took it, and Gongsun Liang signed and stamped.

Teams of scholars followed the leader to salute Jia Huan, took the order out of Minglun Hall and rushed around Wendao Academy.

The machines of Wendao Academy are operating efficiently again.

The villagers, who were academy of six or seven hundred people, became nervous again, started to face life and death.

The kiln workers arrived. The news came, and it was spread to Tanzhe Temple in Jinyun Peak, Miaofeng Mountain, one hour later. The messenger brought a handwritten letter from the mountain chief Zhang Anbo.

Master Zhichen sighed deeply, staring at the blood-red sunset in the sky, unable to speak for a long time.

The second-ranked Monk Zhiwu had a dark face. There were fragments of porcelain cups not far from his feet. He was so angry that he just got angry. He would come whatever he was afraid of.

Master Zhichen was in a heavy mood and ordered: "The lips were dead and the teeth were cold. Junior brother, please bring Hui and them. If you have monks who are willing to go, you should also bring them. Wendao Academy is not guaranteed, and our Tanzhe Temple cannot be guaranteed."

"It's my senior brother."

When Tanzhe Temple decided to reinforce Wendao Academy, the last slanting light of the setting sun swept through the woods on the mountain road on the west side of Wendao Academy.

In the forest, Jia Huan and Yi Junjie are meeting with the leader of the kiln workers. To be continued.

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