Zuo Zongtang and the three secret spies arrived at the camp of the new recruits outside the city, which was the big village. However, the entire training camp was built using the field camp mode. There were earth walls and wooden fences, deep trenches were dug in front, and bamboo sticks and deer antlers were everywhere in front. There were also three-story viewing towers after another, with cross flags and sharp spear flags and other military flags. There were short fortifications at the entrance of the camp. Six high-capped soldiers stood straight with rifles. There were waves of gunfire sounds inside, and there were also gunfire whistles and church bells. It looked no different from the murderous long-haired camp. It was just looking high up the building, and the posture of the high-capped blue-mounted front-buckle gun sentry leaning lazily on the railings exposed that this was just a look.

This kind of peripheral arrangement only makes the recruits familiar with the environment they will experience in the future. Outside the bamboo stick array is a big road with a "careful" wooden sign on it. On the other side of the road is a completely prosperous town. However, unlike other towns, there are few homes here, most of which are shops that integrate commercial and residential areas, earning money from soldiers, instructors and outside visitors.

But at this time, Zuo Zongtang and the other two stood outside the shop, staring at the pile of "Infantry Classics" and the "50-word" price, and completely forgot about the long-haired camp not far away.

At this time, a thin middle-aged man walked out of the open store door and smiled and greeted the three secret agents who stood still with big bags and small bags: "Come on, bosses, come in and see, there are more good things inside."

The man was not tall and dark in his head. He wore a coarse robe and foreign leather shoes. His hair was neither braided, but he was not shaved. On the contrary, he tied his long hair behind his head with a rope, making him a ponytail that was neither male nor female.

But Zuo Zongtang and the other two just glanced at him, no one spoke, and they were all immersed in the anger of being deceived and humiliated by their self-esteem.

"How can this infantry fucking seller be sold casually?" Li Yuanxian couldn't help it, pointing at the pile of books and screaming in anger.

"It must be sold casually." After looking at the three of them, a smile appeared on the corner of the ponytail shop owner and smiled: "It's the first time you are here in Haijing. The food is nothing. I have a lot of land in my store, so it doesn't matter if I don't buy it. Make a friend."

"Go and have a look!" Zuo Zongtang gritted his teeth and shook his thick arms into the shop.

The shop has gun patterns hanging outside, but when you go in, it is better to say it is a grocery store and bookstore: on the right is a row of bookshelf. On the top is labeled and filled with books. Near the bookshelf is a wooden rack with stacks of newspapers on it, and on the right wall is a few British brown bessels. In addition, there are wooden crosses, cross necklaces, and paintings of strange Western brushwork, landscape paintings and figure paintings. On the inner wall of the shop is a large portrait of a foreigner hanging in front of the door, and underneath is a horizontal table commonly used by the Qing dynasty masters, four legs support a rectangular table top, four treasures of the study, candles and several books spread out on it. It seems that this shop owner is using it. A small door is opened on the inner wall of the bookshelf. It is the shop owner's inner room.

Zhang Longtan was responsible for the security work. He didn't care about the goods. He walked inside first, swept the inner room, and saw the coffee table, rattan chairs, bookshelf and other decorations, which were all visible. Then he looked down at the books on the owner's desk, which were all the books on the Bible, "The Romance of the Gods", "Journey to the West", "Mirror Flowers", and "The Sutra of Ksitigarbha". There was a piece of letter paper on the table, and the brush was placed on the pen holder. The ink mark on the paper had not dried yet. It seemed that the owner was still writing just now. Zhang Longtan turned his head and saw that he wrote: "Sacrificing magic weapons to release a thousand-foot green light" and was probably copying the fragment of the Romance of the Gods.

"It seems like a businessman is the most normal." Zhang Longtan put down

Zuo Zongtang was attracted by the books sold by the shop owner. The categories above are very clear. For example, the imperial examination books, collection of emperor edicts, compilation of mansions, works of Changmao ministers, military translations, etc. - this is all information!

The owner stood in the middle of the store and looked at the three people for a while. He walked over and talked to Zuo Zongtang with a smile: "Boss, listen to your accent. Are you there in Hunan? What business are you doing? What are you doing here?"

"Anti-style calligraphy and painting shop. What's the place to go to the clock?" Zuo Zongtang moved his eyes away from the books that were always interested. As a spy, he pretended not to be interested. In order to cover up, he pulled out a book that caused several people to be read by the "Haiguo Tuzhi" in the case of Lingchi's demon book.

"The calligraphy and painting shop is good. I have Western painters' paintings here. I have never seen them in Hunan. Do you want to see them?" The owner smiled and promoted.

"I'll read your book first." Zuo Zongtang said with a smile.

The owner turned his head and looked at the package in Li Yuan's hand and asked, "Have you bought a gun? You're the first time you've been here, aren't you cheated?"

"No! The foreign guns here are all cheap! The merchants in Haijing are really a fool!" Zuo Zongtang said gritting his teeth.

"That's good." The owner smiled and continued to stand beside Zuo Zongtang and asked: "I see you are interested in infantry training. Do you want to bring a few books back to relieve your boredom? I'll give you a discount. I will definitely have whatever you want."

Before Zuo Zongtang could answer, Li Yuan, who was strolling around the house, pointed to the Western dress portrait on the shop owner's wall and asked, "Boss, who is the foreigner hanging on your wall? Why do you look like a Chinese?"

"That's the Chinese." The owner laughed: "That's the portrait of Zhao Ziwei, the emperor of the Song Dynasty."

"What?" Zuo Zongtang threw down the book and squeezed under the painting with his two subordinates and looked carefully: In the picture, Zhao Ziwei, the traitor, stood bravely, wearing Western buttoned military uniform, shiny leather boots, red velvet belts crossed over his shoulders, a foreign pigskin belt tied around his waist, a small yellow and white iron piece hanging on his chest, a feather-shaped hat on his head, and a silver Western saber in his hand. His treacherous eyes were deliberately confused and stupid.

"This is the one that long... that... that..." The three spies were shocked when they saw the oil paintings, because Chinese brush paintings focused on charm, while Western oil paintings focused on details. Looking at this lifelike face, the three loyal ministers of the Qing Dynasty were all shocked. For a moment, they forgot hatred and contempt.

Then the three of them had a thought in their minds: How wonderful it would be if the wanted notice was so similar!

"It's like a real person is in front of you." Li Yuan murmured: "Why do foreigners draw so much like humans? The birthmarks on their faces have been drawn."

"Birthmark?" The owner was stunned when he heard this, walked over, looked up, waved at the picture frame, and a buzzing sounded in the air. The owner smiled and said, "No, that's a fly."

Then he smiled and said, "This is the land I bought from a foreign painter. He copied it. The oil painting looks very real from a distance. When you look at it in close distance, you actually look like a piece of pigment skin, as if the surface is dry and peeled."

"Take it down and let's see?" Zhang Longtan shouted immediately.

"This is not a product. This is an authentic oil painting. And it is so large that the painter will not copy it every day. It is not easy to do, it is used to show my store's taste." The owner smiled and refused the three people's request: "If an officer or a soldier comes in, he usually has to salute, and then buy things is natural?"

"It's always worth it, right?" Zuo Zongtang was moved. If he took the portrait back, wouldn't he never run away when he captured Zhao Ziwei in the future?

"There's something else." The shop owner smiled and led the three of them to the left rack, pulled out a roll of paper and handed it to Li Yuan. When he opened it, he saw that it was a bust of Zhao Ziwei.

The owner saw the three of them coming around and looked at them very interested, and smiled and said, "I have a larger size inside, which one is better, and my face can see more clearly. Do you want it?"

"How much money? I'll bring one." Zuo Zongtang asked.

"5 taels. Pure Western oil paintings." The owner smiled.

"Not expensive." Zuo Zongtang smiled, and he continued to ask, "How long have you been opening a store here?"

"It's been more than a year. When there are only barracks and no towns, I came here. I was the first group of merchants." The owner said with a smile.

"Then you are quite familiar with the surroundings, right?" Zuo Zongtang said.

"Then sure." The owner said, patting Li Yuan's shoulder while watching the oil painting, and said, "I still have portraits of soldiers and officers of the Crusaders. Do you want it? There are small military flags. All major arms are available. Do you want to take it back for fun?"

"Okay, let's take a look." Zuo Zongtang and the other two were overjoyed when they heard this. If they were to get a lifelike portrait of the demon soldier, it would be a good thing. After all, Zuo Zongtang had at least never seen the demon soldier with his own eyes.

The owner immediately brought the three of them into the inner room and personally moved three chairs from the corner of the wall to put them down side by side. The chair was tall and beautiful, with high-quality mahogany furniture. It was a bit abrupt in this slightly broken shop. The owner stood opposite him and reached out and said politely: "Please sit down. I'll get it for you."

Zuo Zongtang and the other two thanked each other and sat down. Seeing the owner turn around and put on the letters and bring a stack of scrolls over, he took out the longest one and spread it out, but it was Zhao Ziwei's larger bust, and there was no front half-body portrait with a hat. When the three spies saw this, they were immediately overjoyed.

"Is it clear? You can draw the wanted notices according to them, right?" the owner smiled.

"Yes." Li Yuan agreed immediately.

Zuo Zongtang was stunned and then stepped on Li Yuan's feet----The long-haired emperor wanted in the long-haired territory? Do you agree with a bird!

The owner looked at the three of them nervously, and smiled and threw away the painting, and asked with a smile: "I heard from the accent, are you brothers from the Hunan Army?"

Exposed again!!!

The three of them leaned slightly towards the opposite direction of the shop owner at the same time, as if in the blink of an eye, the ponytail guy burst out with a powerful murderous aura, which made them cold and unable to move.

Zhang Longtan was hesitating again whether to touch the dagger, but because he had just been revolved by an arms businessman, he was scared and did not dare to do any more in front of the thin middle-aged man across the coffee table.

"You're wrong, we are serious businessmen." Zuo Zongtang said calmly: "My two friends used to be scholars in the countryside, half farming and half studying. Later, they grew hair messed up, so they ran to Changsha and were hired by me. Doesn't they seem a bit majestic as scholars?"

This was figured out by three people after leaving Lao Zhang's black shop, because both bodyguards were both civil and military. When the Qing Dynasty was illiterate, the two lowly merchants were literate and had calluses on their hands, so Zuo Zongtang thought of a more reasonable statement than before. They were all farming scholars, and the calluses were found in farm work. Anyway, scholars could not drink other people's blood if they were not promoted. In other words, they were poor, and many of them had to do farm work to support themselves.

"Hmph, novices." The owner sneered.

He pointed to Zuo Zongtang and the other two and said, "Are you Lord Zuo Zongtang or Lord Zeng Guofan sent you? Just let you novice Erlingzi come? You are not even a guide who is familiar with the situation? Alas, it's indeed the Hunan Army, there are many scholars, and you are stupid."

"We are merchants from the calligraphy and painting shop. You slander us so much, are we leaving? You are crazy!" Li Yuan was caught by the owner's trap and shouted in anger.

"Stop funny, three adults." The owner snorted in his nose: "This adult just now said that he wanted a long-haired emperor. You three are dressed in short clothes and long trousers. Why do you all brush your fingers and hips when you sit on my mahogany chair? You are all wearing official robes when you are sitting on my mahogany chair!

"You...you...you are swearing!" Zhang Longtan pointed at the shop owner with sweat on his head and shouted.

"Don't be nervous. This is a training camp. Apart from the outsiders who come to this street, they are all Qing spies, and so-called local spies must be visited by local spies. So I open a shop here. My brother is a spy in the green camp in Guangxi. The court officials are serving as guards. Now as a small boss, just call me Lao Li." The owner laughed: "All of them are colleagues who work hard for Beijing. How about the business?"

Zuo Zongtang and the other two were stunned again--this guy actually said that he was a spy from the Qing Dynasty? This is outside the Changmao Military Camp!

Is this a trap?

Zuo Zongtang and the other two looked at each other, their eyes full of shock and fear.

"Oh!" Seeing the three of them stunned, Old Li expressed helplessly: "Do you know nothing? You're afraid of nothing! Alas, okay, let's talk in a different way."

Having said this, Lao Li pointed to the three people and said, "You are now merchants and servants from Changsha Antique Store. Come to Haijing to enter the clock, right? But when your merchants come to the enemy's nest, you have to get some things back? Apart from your nonsense watches, you can use information to sell them to Zuo Zongtang, Zeng Guofan, Hu Linyi and the others. It's done well and sent it!"

Zuo Zongtang and the other two looked at each other. The three of them were stunned for a long time. Zuo Zongtang pointed at himself and Lao Li with the other hand and asked: "You are a spy from the Qing Dynasty. Do you want us to bring information back to all the adults in the Hunan Army? What information do you bring?"

"Nonsense! I have made it clear to you. I am the guard of the Green Camp in Guangxi! The fifth-rank military officer of the Qing Dynasty! Now he is the spy of the court who entered the sea Song Dynasty! Of course, judging from the sitting posture and demeanor of all the lords, the official title is probably not lower than mine. Are you pretending to be stupid? What information? Of course it is the information of the long-haired Song Dynasty. This is a great achievement. Don't you want to be promoted or made a fortune?" Old Li shouted.

"Are you really a military officer in the Qing Dynasty?" Li Yuan gasped.

"Whatever you ask about the people and things in the officialdom in Guangxi, Yunnan and Guizhou. Ask." Old Li sneered.

"Do you really have information about long-haired hair?" Zuo Zongtang and the other two looked at each other for a long time. They didn't dare to ask, but they said in the end.

"There are many nonsense. I am an old spy, not something you are a new spy like." Old Li leaned on the rattan chair, crossed his legs, and then made a very casual move to smooth the front of the robe on his right hand.

"If you have information, why don't you repay it to yourself?" Zuo Zongtang asked.

"Reward?! Of course, the reward, but what I give you can be your exclusive information. You lord will never find any similarities with others when submitting memorials. I promise!" Lao Li sneered.

This bastard is actually selling information!

Zuo Zongtang suddenly realized for a moment, and then became furious again---the green camp was so rotten that his spies found that the information was not rewarded and sold to others everywhere, but immediately he was suppressed by caution and suspicion. Who knew whether this guy was true or false, and who knew whether his information was true or false.

"Brother Li, I feel a little interesting when I hear you say this. What information do you have?" Zuo Zongtang asked.

"There are everything, and I have whatever you want! In terms of war: the Crusader Sharp Spears trained secrets, the Crusader Sun and Moon Army's troops and stationed locations, Haijing, oh, no, it is the map of the baton defense in major cities in Nanchang, Guangzhou; in terms of people's livelihood: the current living conditions of gentry, scholars, farmers, many blood books, etc. There are also the sample table of long hair land deeds; in terms of economy: the collusion between Changma and foreigners; and in a large number of secret memorials with Changma, and the maps are piled up. Not only are the prices fair, I can also make you old and wonderful, so that you can take it back without any mistakes, and Xianfeng can't see any flaws." Old Li smiled proudly.

When Zuo Zongtang heard the projects at the beginning, he was about to jump out of his heart - all of them were the most secret information needed.

But the last passage made Zuo Zongtang suspicious and angry. What was angry was that this guy had no idea of ​​loyalty to the emperor, and he directly called the emperor Xianfeng, without even a honorary title; what was doubtful is that it was old and exciting, and it was foolproof?

"Come on, let's take a look." Zuo Zongtang said.

"I will explain how to trade. Your Hunan Army will definitely not understand." Old Li said seriously: "Our favorite place is to exchange information. You take the information of the Hunan Army, I will give you the price, and then turn it into the information I sell it to you. Refund the more and make up for it. The second type is to get the money and I will give the information, which is expensive." "Now your Hunan Army's intelligence is very valuable! Very valuable! The most lacking place is Jiujiang defense map. The Hunan Army Navy's troops are distributed in Liling, Changsha Prefecture, and Zhuzhou Hunan Army." Old Li narrowed his eyes and whispered: "If you can bring it here, after I inspect the goods, I will pass the inspection of the goods for the buyer, you can buy a big house in Haijing as if you play, and you can cooperate for a long time."

"Who is the buyer?" Zuo Zongtang said slowly at Old Li in front of him. He had already guessed who the buyer would be in the end.

"Newbie." Old Li said disdainfully and did not answer. Instead, he opened three paintings, one was a bust of Zhao Kuo, the other was a picture of a crusade soldier shooting with guns in his body, and the other was a Western-style warship with an ocean cross flag, shaking the waves.

He pointed to the three paintings and said, "If you want to talk more, buy them first. You must need these three paintings: Zhao Ziwei, the foreign gun team and the long-haired flagship Dasonghai. This is the large oil painting that I, a veteran, just customized for the spies of the court. It was only arrived half a month ago. He hired a Western painter to copy it. It is absolutely accurate. There will be no other shops. 300 taels! If you don't bargain, buy it, let's continue to talk. You will be the stepping stone to enter the spies of the spies of the songs of the songs of the songs."

"I'll give you 500 taels! Teach us well!" Zuo Zongtang's face jumped and turned his head and said, "Pay!"

Old Li was stunned. After taking the silver note, he glanced a few times. Then he laughed. He stretched out his thumb at Zuo Zongtang: "It's worthy of being from Hunan. It's courageous! It's sensible! In the past, there were many spies from Fujian, Jiangxi, and Guangxi. Now there are no more Jiangxi in Guangxi. Hunan brother finally moved his eyes from Tianjing to Haijing. From now on, you will probably have more and more spies from Hunan and Yunnan to Guizhou. This is a good thing. Everyone should work together to make a fortune together."

"I'll make you paralyzed! I'll make money from the national crisis! Is it a fucking good thing? I'll beat you until Zhili. If the spy from Beijing comes, you'll be happy? Damn it!" Zuo Zongtang was so angry that he trembled.

Old Li turned around and had a charming smile on his face: "Look at how much money you have given, my brothers must have a good official title. If you have good information, you have to take care of your brothers."

"Don't say so much nonsense, first take your top-secret information about Changmao." Zhang Longtan handed over the local silver note, and after paying, he was confident, so he just reached out to ask for it.

"Okay, who sent you here? Are you a military officer or a civil servant? What information do you want to find?" Old Li agreed, but did not get up.

"Why do you care about so much? Just take it out!" Li Yuan yelled.
To be continued...