"Mr. Yushan is in jail, thousands of horses and horses in the scholar forest in the south of the Yangtze River are in silence, and even Mr. Tianru no longer cares about the affairs of the court. The traitors are in power and the righteousness is scattered. Is there anything left to do in the world? Why are we, a poor man with a poor head, here?" In the kneeling apartment
, Fang Yizhi stared at the ground dejectedly, Pang Yu turned his head and glanced. At this time, Long Mian was not crazy at all. It seems that Wen Tiren's attack on Fushe in the past two years has indeed made Fang Yizhi disappointed with the government.
, continue the subject
The motivation to lift is gone.
"Mr. He is a pavilion elder who has become an official, and he is also from the Donglin faction. If we ask him to give us some advice on Mr. Yushan's matters, the emperor might be able to listen." "Mr. He closed the door to thank the guests. He didn't even see his old friend for many years.
Apart from writing papers for Tongbiao camp, Fang has never heard of him interfering with court affairs." Fang Yizhi sighed, "That's all, we can't do anything about it, so we'll just wait and see what happens.
When Zong passed away, the eunuch Wei had power for a while, and the emperor turned things around without making a move. The young emperor is so wise, and now there is no reason to let Wucheng harm Zhongliang." After hearing this, Pang Yu agreed, the main thing here is
It was to inquire about Qian Qianyi, but obviously Fang Yizhi didn’t know much, and his status in Fushe needed to be re-evaluated. Fang Yizhi knew far less information than Ruan Dacheng, which meant that he had not entered the society.
In Zhang Pu's inner circle, people like Zhang Pu can organize such a large Fushe and establish such a huge influence in the Jiangnan region. They are definitely not content to be mediocre. There will only be more news about Fushe than Ruan Dacheng.
Thinking about it now, when he recommended Fang Zheng Xian Liang Ke last year, Zhang Pu recommended Jiang Chen, but not Fang Yizhi. According to Ruan Dacheng, Zhang Pu and Zhang Cai asked for help from various places before the provincial examination, with the purpose of recommending Fushe members.
,
In fact, it is controlling the local imperial examination. Although the news was a bit tight last year, Erzhang and the core members were still keeping a low profile. Under such circumstances, Fang Yizhi still failed to pass, which shows that Fang Yizhi is far from being a core member of Fushe.
The telescope has been put away, and the "Institute of Physics" is nowhere to be seen. There is only a copy of the Book of Changes on the desk, and even a thin layer of dust can be seen. It is obvious that Fang Yizhi has not read a book for a while.
"The DPRK is in turmoil, but it is not hopeless. If Brother Fang cannot read books, he can return home and come to Anqing for a short stay."
Fang Yizhi's eyes moved, and he slowly shook his head and said, "I heard that Tongcheng is already in ruins, so it's better not to see it."
Knowing that Fang Yizhi's emotions could not be brought up at this time, Pang Yu did not say much, and made an appointment with Fang Yizhi for a Qinhuai banquet before saying goodbye and leaving.
As soon as the two of them walked out of the study, they saw Fang Kongzhen sitting in the pavilion outside. Pang Yu had no intention of seeing him. He must have been told by the doorman, so he had to walk over and bowed, "Pang Yu has met Mr. Fang."
Fang Kongzhao smiled slightly, stood up and walked towards the corridor, "I have a conversation with General Pang."
Pang Yu was a little surprised. Fang Kongzhao meant that Fang Yizhi should not listen. However, recalling the civil unrest in Tongcheng, Fang Kongzhao was also very thoughtful and would not let Fang Yizhi know about many things.
He nodded towards Fang Yizhi and followed Fang Kongzheng down the corridor. Fang Kongzhao didn't stop until he was a little far away from Fang Yizhi.
"General Pang was working as a yamen officer a few years ago. Now he is famous all over the country. Some people think it is due to luck, but I know that the general is well-deserved."
"I dare not take it seriously. Mr. Fang's reputation as a frontier talent is well deserved." Fang Kongzheng waved his hand, "The reputation of a frontier talent is too broad. If you say he leads troops to kill thieves, General Pang does have real talent and learning, and can lead a battalion.
Soldiers and horses defeated more than ten camps of giant thieves. I am not as good as the general. Now that I have the opportunity, I want to ask the general for advice and talk to the thieves.
What’s the secret to fighting?”
Pang Yu suddenly realized that it seems that Fang Kongzhen is indeed about to resurrect, and he is going to take the route of military preparation or governorship. He didn't know the rank of Fang Kongzhao and Ding You before, but currently there are only these two types of civil servants leading troops. "
Mr. Fang naturally knows that the thieves are actually not strong in combat and the officers and soldiers are not effective in suppressing the thieves. The reason is because of the soldiers and not the thieves. The military system has not been corrupted since today. I think that the special soldiers and special pay of my soldiers this time are to the point, and I will respond later.
It’s enough soldiers and pay
.”
Fang Kongzhao let out a sigh of relief. The military system has been declining since the early Ming Dynasty. Fang Kongzhen knew what Pang Yu said, and everyone knew it, but no one could change it.
"If we only talk about killing thieves in battle formations, what is General Pang's secret?" "Being able to kill thieves in battle formations does not rely solely on strategizing. It relies on drills, supplies, weapons preparations, sentinels before and after combat, mobilization, and bullying of the enemy.
"Material supplies. I can talk about each item for an afternoon, and many of them come from Marshal Qi's military books, and there are also slight additions and changes made by villains." Pang Yu talked in general terms, if this Tongcheng rural party was hired by the side, then
It should be used in places where there are wars, because of the regulations on appointing officials in other places, you will never serve as an official in South Zhili, then
The remaining ones are the Jiubian or several provinces involved in the Pingtou bandits, which are currently of limited value. However, if the garrison battalion wants to expand its sphere of influence, it also needs to establish official contacts in other places. Although Fang Kongzhen is very deep in the city, he is still familiar with it, so
A good trading counterparty, Pang Yu thought about it and said, "If Mr. Fang has someone who leads the army,
Today, I can send someone to help train the soldiers. If armaments are needed, the workshops of the garrison camp can also provide them. Mr. Fang can give you the cost price."
Fang Kongzhao smiled and said, "If that day comes, I will certainly be rewarded." Pang Yu was not embarrassed either. He and Fang Kongzhen had bargained face to face many times during the civil unrest. On the contrary, he was the one who was best at negotiating deals.
He replied, "I always insist on fair transactions. As long as Mr. Fang's return is sufficient, I can personally
Leading troops to help out, we are all members of the Tongcheng Rural Party, and it is the right thing to support each other."
Fang Kongzheng narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded gently towards Pang Yu.
...At Shangxinhe Wharf in Nanjing, a group of porters worked together to lift huge pieces of wood. Their muscles were tense and textured, and they clambered up the stone steps of the wharf with great difficulty. Pedestrians around them gave way, and there were also some visitors from out of town.
Youxing
Watching with interest. On the second floor of Jiang'an Bamboo Shop on the bank, Zhou Yueru stood in front of the window facing the river. The dense masts were swinging outside the window. There was a lot of people on the pier. All kinds of noisy sounds were mixed together. It was not comfortable, but
Zhou Yueru was very calm, as if
I almost enjoy this environment.
"How can Miss Zhou get used to living in such a noisy place?"
Zhou Yueru turned to look at Pang Yu, "The slave family didn't feel noisy, but felt peaceful. I have to thank my employer for having such a safe place in this troubled world."
Pang Yu laughed and said, "How can this place be called pure?"
Zhou Yueru pointed out the window, "Near Nanjing, Huitan has the most Westerners. I always feel at ease listening to some local accents from time to time."
Pang Yu looked outside and saw an endless stream of bamboo passing by on the street. Bamboo is also an important commodity on the river. This section of the Xinhe River is called Huitan. It is a specialized bamboo wharf and a distribution center for timber.
"This Huitan beach was not opened by Huizhou people, so why are there so many Westerners?"
"There is a Western gang among the merchant gangs that sell wood."
"I see." Pang Yu touched her nose and said, "Do you know who accused you of being a Westerner?"
Zhou Yueru moved the corner of his mouth, squeezed out an awkward smile and shook his head. There was a silence in the room.
After a long while, Zhou Yueru said softly, "Compared with the bandits, everyone in Baishun Hall is a good person. These are the only people in the slave family who can say a few words. What's the point of finding out?" Pang
Yu hummed, and Zhou Yueru's accent was not strong. Only people from Anqing knew that she was a Westerner. Last year, Ziweixing and Hun Shiwan invaded Chuzhou, and martial law began in Nanjing. A spy was caught in Jiangpu, and they said that there were already
Qianliu bandit's spies crossed the river and searched for Westerners everywhere in Nanjing City. I don't know who went to Jiangning County Government to file a complaint. At that time, Pang Yu was in trouble both internally and externally, so the county government naturally dared to go to Baishuntang to make things difficult. In the end, Liu Ruogu gave some money to save him.
Put Zhou Yue
If he was arrested, he couldn't live in the city, so Liu Ruogu had to transfer Zhou Yueru to Zhumudian. This place was outside the city and the population moved frequently, so the investigation was not so strict.
"Now you can live in the city. Jiangning County will not come to check again." "No need, so as not to cause trouble to the master again." Zhou Yueru looked at Pang Yu and smiled and said, "The master must have taken away the money during the victory in Susong. In the past, the slave family
I am frightened, lest the money from the bank is still not available, and by then I will not even have this place to live.
It’s gone, so I can feel relieved these days.”
"We will continue to borrow money from Yinzhuang, and we will borrow more." Zhou Yueru was startled, and before she could ask, Pang Yu continued, "In the past, Miss Zhou was worried because I was borrowing money with bare hands. Now,
Let's change the approach this time. In the past, we borrowed money empty-handed, but now we use the county government's prepayment method.
If there is collateral, the bank can still make money on its books."
"How much more will be borrowed this time?"
"More than the bank's silver deposits."
Zhou Yueru said in surprise, "How can it be more than the deposit of silver?"
Pang Yu put his hands on the window and stared at the Shangxin River. "It will definitely be more than the banknotes. Of course, you need to be prepared. Your family owns a paper shop and is most familiar with paper, so I will post the tickets."
You are assigned to do it."
"Ticket sticker..."
At this time, there was a soft knock on the door. Pang Yu turned around and saw Guo Fengyou pushing the door open and entering.
"Sir, Zhang Junmen has an urgent order to send to Anqing. Mr. Ma copied a copy and sent it to Yinzhuang. In addition, news came from Shidaotai. Shopkeeper Liu did not dare to delay and sent someone to inform you."
"What's the urgent order from Zhang Junmen?" "Lao Hui Hui, the Eight Thieves and ten battalions came out from Lu'an Prefecture. They are currently heading east in two directions. Liu Liangzuo's newspaper said that the prisoners have given instructions. Lao Hui Hui wants to gather together and mix 100,000 people. Ziweixing
The two battalions went to Yangzhou together. Zhang Junmen asked the garrison battalion to reinforce Pu
six."
"This group of bandits is really lingering. The Second Division and the Land War Division were transferred to Puzikou and stationed in Jiangpu and Liuhe. What did Shi Daotai say?"
"Talking about Taihu Lake, Qianshan bandits and police are gradually subsiding, and there are also new martial arts creations in Anqing Prefecture. Shi Daotai and Pi Zhifu said they would invite you to participate in the grand event."
"The martial arts school is ready so quickly?" Pang Yu asked in surprise. In the imperial court's system, because of the martial arts examination, all prefectures and counties can open martial arts schools. Because the mainland has been peaceful for a long time, there has been no need for this, so it is very difficult.
There are few places to establish martial arts schools, at least in several counties of Anqing. However, there are more in the Jiubian area, and the financial support is certainly not as good as the imperial examination institutions. In the past, Zuo Guangdou strongly advocated the establishment of martial arts schools in various places in view of the rise of Jiannu. Pang Yu also
I mentioned to Shi Kefa many times that it was jointly organized by the garrison battalion and Anqing Mansion, all because of the
Kou He's funds were delayed, but he didn't expect it to be so fast this time.
"The rogue bandits are advancing eastward, and I cannot return to Anqing yet. Since Yang Xueshi is appointed as a martial arts professor, let him attend on my behalf. Martial arts is also very important."
…
"I was clearly assigned to the martial arts school, so how did I become the tutor of Qianshan?" "The vacancies for the martial arts training are full, and I can't do it even with a letter of recommendation." In the backyard of the Anqing garrison, a member of the clerical team
The bookman didn't even raise his hand, and threw a piece of paper back to the other side of the desk. The paper rolled around and landed on Wu Tachai.
in front of.
Ng Tak Choi had been recovering from his injuries for several months. His body was a bit bloated and his face was rounder, but his complexion was not very good and looked a bit sallow.
He said carefully to the calligrapher, "Sir, please help me. I was injured by President Bai. Last time, Wang told President that it would be appropriate for me to go to martial arts school. There is a lack of instructors like me who have been President Bai."
"It's not like the king has the final say. He can only recommend. He has written many letters of recommendation. Who to choose is decided by the chief clerk, the military officer, the general governor, and the receptionist.
, Your boss also knows that you were not chosen to go to martial arts, you think it is so easy." The scholar raised his head slightly and glanced at Wu Dachai's crutch, and continued coldly, "Martial arts also requires exercises, drills, drills.
Do you understand, walking from Huaining to Wangjiang one day, you look like this
, will I be able to run or jump if I go to martial arts school?"
Wu Dacai's face turned red and white. He took out a piece of paper from his arms and said in a lower tone, "This is my night school literacy certificate. Literacy is also required in martial arts. I can teach military discipline and conduct...
The calligrapher finally raised his head and rolled his eyes at him, "Of course there are clerks to teach literacy. Do you think you are a scholar if you can recognize two to three hundred words? Do you know what a clerk does? Anyone can be a clerk."
Well, I think you just don’t
I know, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to do that kind of thing.”
Wu Dacai tried his best to control his voice and said, "Pang Pang said that we should discuss merits. I was determined to have extraordinary merit. How could I arrange to go to Dunbao?"
How can one talk about merit after being here? Besides, it doesn’t say where you have to go if you have extraordinary merit. Who told you to come back late after being injured? There are people waiting for you everywhere. I can’t leave the official position to you alone.
Come on. The best place for you to go now is Qianshan Dunbao. You can only take office on the ninth day of July. If you don't go, you will not be resettled."
"Can you let me see if there are other places to go?" The writer stopped writing and stared at him impatiently, "Wu Tachai! Do you think this is a place to buy groceries and still pick and choose? The vacancy brochures are all military aircraft, you can't help but want to see them
Just look. I really don’t know what’s going on. As for the things you did, except for the second division
No one wants you. Now that you have broken your leg, it is a favor to be able to arrange a bunker. I am busy here. If you want to say something, don’t say it to me. This is decided by Mr. Hou, the Chief Clerk.
, If you want to talk to Mr. Hou." After the writer finished speaking, he ignored him and kept writing. Wu Dacai stayed for a long time, folded the recommendation letter and literacy certificate, and carefully put them back in his arms.
When he turned around, he glanced at the calligrapher, opened his mouth, and finally
Without saying anything, he walked out the door on crutches.
Next to it was the duty room of the Chief Clerk. Wu Tachai hesitated for a moment and walked to the door. There was Mr. Hou's voice inside, as if he was talking to the people in the workshop about the barracks of the clerks of each department. There was another person on the other side of the door. Look at his hat.
The person from the Zhenfu team held two submission papers in his hand, and he was also waiting to find Mr. Hou. Wu Dacai lowered his head and waited for the words to be finished. He did not dare to argue with the soldier from the Zhenfu team opposite, and continued.
Continue to wait outside.
Finally, the soldier left. Just as Wu Dacai was about to go in, Mr. Hou had already walked out of the door. Wu Dacai hurriedly greeted him, "Hello, Mr. Hou." Mr. Hou was stunned for a moment when he saw Wu Dacai. Then he noticed his crutches and his expression moved slightly.
He soon returned to his indifferent look. Wu Tachai had a lot to say, but he couldn't open his mouth for a while. Mr. Hou stared at him.
Eyes, shook his head and left.
Wu Tac Choi stood in front of the duty room. The soldiers and officers around him were walking around, but no one paid attention to him, as if he was just a stone sculpture.
I don't know how long it took before Wu Dacai slowly walked out of the garrison and walked outside the Songyang Gate. The sound of recruits training on the school field next to him was loud, but it seemed far away. It was extremely hot and muggy in Anqing in June, and Wu Dacai had a hard time walking.
The clothes on his back were soaked with sweat. Maybe he had stood for a long time today, and pain continued to come from his broken leg. His mouth was dry, but he still gritted his teeth and said nothing, limping.
He continued walking towards home.
After walking for a short distance outside the venue, sparse raindrops began to fall all around. The surrounding pedestrians and vendors were well prepared and fled into the surrounding stores for shelter. The raindrops soon turned into a majestic heavy rain. Wu Tac Choi did not take shelter from the rain.
He turned his head and took a look inside the training ground. All the troops were continuing to drill in the rain. Even the heavy rain that shook the sky and the earth could not suppress the howling of the soldiers. Wu Da
After staring blankly for a moment, Cai paused his crutch, turned around and continued walking to Songyang Gate. On the long bluestone street filled with rain and fog, only Wu Dacai was still walking alone. When he arrived at Songyang Gate, he walked straight into the doorway, with his head above his head.
The heavy rain above suddenly disappeared, and the sound of rain roared before and after him. As he walked,
A series of water drops were left on the stone slab, and the sound of crutches echoing in the deep doorway.
Shortly after walking out of the doorway, Wu Tac-choi finally arrived in front of his house despite the heavy rain. Couplets of rainwater hung like beads under the eaves, and the door was ajar. Wu Tac-choi stood in front of the door for another moment, and finally slowly opened the door.
Strings of water drops were leaking everywhere in the house. The woman was busy adjusting the container to collect the water. On the most important bed, two wooden basins and a bucket were already placed. There were still two slight leaks, so they couldn't take care of them for the time being.
Yes, Mian
Strong enough to keep valuable bedding.
The son took a ladle and raised it high to place it on the rice cabinet.
Wu Tachai let go of his crutches and fell down. When the woman heard the noise, she turned around and saw Ng Tak-choi soaked all over. She quickly came over to help him, "Why don't you find a place to hide from the rain? The medical officer said you shouldn't catch a cold."
The woman couldn't pull her back no matter how hard she tried. Seeing Wu DaCai paralyzed and silent, she quickly shook him and said, "What's wrong with you, Master? Have you been assigned to martial arts?" Wu DaCai's eyes were blank, and his wet hair was a little loose.
He put it on his forehead, and water was still flowing down. After a while, he said expressionlessly, "Zan Painting Division, a clerical officer is a military position, don't break your legs, martial arts is also
I was paid according to my military position. When I went to the martial arts school, I was still the Chief Hundred, and received the pay of the Chief Hundred, five taels and one month. Wang Zenglu promised well, but who knew that it would change? It would change, and I would go to Dunbao instead.
"
The woman said anxiously, "Then why don't they let you go to martial arts school? You broke your legs in the battle, how can you still be a martial arts school? Why don't they admit it? It's so shameless." "How do I know?
Why, why didn’t Wang Zenglu help me fight for it? I listened to him in everything and helped him a lot, but he did this to me." Wu Dacai suddenly became furious and shouted loudly, "I was the one who hit the carriage and horse river.
Fight and run away into the sky
, captured the town of Chemahe, killed all the bandits, and surrendered hundreds of horses. It was determined to be a marvelous feat! A marvelous feat! His surname is Hou, and he will not admit it even if he refuses to do so."
The son came over and looked at his parents in confusion. Wu Tak Choi's head kept shaking, his mouth wide open but no sound came out.
The woman hugged Wu Tachai and cried, "What happened to you, the master! We won't go to martial arts. If we don't have money, I will farm the land to support you." In the room with raindrops dripping everywhere, the son stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Ng Tak Choi's head.
Then, Wu Tac Choi reached out and pulled his son. He finally shut his mouth, buried his head in the woman's arms, and cried loudly amidst the roaring rainstorm.