Time passed day by day, and on the Hangzhou side, due to the loss of elites, it was difficult for Zuo Jin to draw reinforcements, and almost every day was spent in panic. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

As the defeated soldiers gradually fled back, and at the same time brought the news that all the prisoners of the Tibiao Battalion from Tian Xiong down to Tian Xiong were executed by the Ming army, this uneasiness increased dramatically, so much so that the city even went crazy to convey the news of Su Wei's suicide for a time. If it weren't for Xiao Qiyuan personally going to Mancheng to invite Da Su out to refute the rumors, God knows if there would be strange rumors similar to Shunzhi or a certain minister who also died on the shore of Siming Lake.

The child is gone, it is said that he fell down, and that's it.

Xu Lei didn't say much, just tried his best to comfort, that's all. As for the rest of the time, he was busy with the funeral of the family, gathering the defeated troops to help organize the defense of the city, and investigating the fiasco over and over again by the Yamen, the Governor's Yamen, and the Governor's Yamen.

However, when the peak of the defeated army's escape had passed, the Ruian battalion in the Ming army, which had fought with them on the shore of Siming Lake, approached the bank of the Qiantang River, and there were fewer and fewer deserters who were defeated in that battle and were able to cross the Qiantang River.

In this way, in addition to the Eight Banners garrisoned in Hangzhou, there was only one deputy general of the former battalion Xu Xin, a guerrilla commander of the right battalion of Fubiao, and several people who listened to the service, whether it was the Manchu court or anyone else, they did not dare to touch these defeated generals for the time being, so as to prevent any unnecessary things from happening here when the troops were greatly damaged, which would lead to further deterioration of the situation.

At this moment, Chen Wen is still on his way back to Jinhua, but today's Jinhua Mansion is already changing with each passing day, and it is not what it used to be.

On the bank of the Dongyang River, the hydraulic workshop started day and night, producing all the weapons, equipment, and even machinery needed by the Ming army in Zhejiang, and those hydraulic machinery greatly accelerated the speed of production with the strength and speed that could not be achieved by manpower, and the parts produced would also be transported to the military industry workshop in the city to complete further processing and assembly, in order to produce a finished product that could be used, in fact, the speed was only afraid that all the craftsmen in Zhejiang could not be compared with it.

After the products are manufactured, they will be registered in the warehouse of the Quartermaster Department, and those that need to be replenished by the barracks and garrisons in various places will also be immediately transported to the cargo ships at the Wujiang wharf and sent to various places. The Wujiang wharf is not only responsible for sending goods, but also devours raw materials from all over the world like monsters in the wilderness, which are not only used by the workshops of the Military Industry Department, but also by civil handicraft workshops.

With the rapid expansion of the tuntian area in the counties of Jinhua Province, the population has also been greatly restored. Agriculture and industry require a large number of laborers, and these laborers further promote the development of the former through commerce, entering a virtuous circle, which is a vision not seen in the rest of China today.

Military necessity contributed to the revival of Jinhuafu, and this revival was not only reflected in agriculture, commerce and industry, but also on the spiritual level.

"The capital of Yao, the soil of Shun, the seal of Yu. Yu Zhong should have, a half shameful minister! ”

In the Boy Scout School in Fucheng, the sound of reading broke through the barrier of walls, tiles, and courtyard walls, and spread to the streets and alleys near the left, and even to the sky.

The ninth class of the second grade in the school here is reciting this poem, which is the Southern Song Dynasty Mr. Longchuan Mr. Chen Liang's "Water Tune Song Tou * Send Zhang Maode to the Envoy". And this champion Lang of Song Guangzong also happened to be a person from Jinhua Mansion. However, at that time, it was called Wuzhou, and he was a person from Yongkang County, Wuzhou in the historical materials of the Song Dynasty.

"Thousands of miles of fishy as promised, the eternal heroic spirit is here, when will the majestic pass? Why do you need to ask, Heri is from the middle! ”

"Ding Junjie, explain the second half."

The words of the first half of Que have been taught, and now it is almost time for the end of class, and Mr. Que has already explained in the second half, and it is time to check.

"Yes, sir."

Standing up from his seat, the young man named Ding Junjie looked at the black letters on the whiteboard in front of him, and said loudly: "The meaning of these two sentences is: the city capital established by Tang Yao, the soil opened up by Yu Shun, and the territory divided by Dayu. There should be a half-shamed courtier among them. Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are filled with the fishy smell of Tartar, and the heroic spirits of the Han family for thousands of years are here, when will the righteousness of Haoran be unimpeded? There is no need to ask about the fate of the Tartars, and China will shine in the sky like a brilliant sun. ”

Ding Junjie, the only son of Ding Keji, a veteran of the Nantang Battalion, is now 14 years old. Although he is only in the second grade at this age, this Scout Academy was only established in the first month of last year. However, with the inclusion of the school into the Department of Mission, rather than the ownership of the government school and the county school, and more importantly, the recovery of Taiwen and the development of maritime trade, the scale of the school is also expanding. In just half a year, schools of varying sizes have been established in various provinces, and this one is only the largest, even so large that this large campus can no longer accommodate the common use of the next two grades.

"Very well, can you hear it clearly?"

"Hear me."

The gentleman sitting on the podium nodded, and was just hearing the school worker outside ring the gong for the end of class, but he turned his head to look again, and the boys were really restless.

Tapped the table with a ring ruler, and as if a reflex, the restlessness stopped abruptly. Seeing this, the gentleman began to assign homework.

Go back to your workbook and copy the poem into the textbook and memorize it along with the explanation. Wang Shi recovered Ningshao, defeated the Eight Banners garrisoned in Hangzhou, and will have a day off tomorrow. But the day after tomorrow, the teacher has to be checked, and those who are unqualified must be punished for standing and beating! ”

"The students follow the teachings of the master."

While the students bowed, the gentleman who returned the salute left the classroom, returned to the office to wash off the charcoal stains on his hands, and packed up his things to go home.

This was the last class of the day, and after the husband left, the students began to pack up their things, especially when they heard that there were already students from other classes walking outside, their hands moved a little faster.

"Brother Bai, let's go out tomorrow to see the recruit training."

It is said that it is the training of new recruits, but in fact it is only the latest batch of camps to conduct basic camp training in the large camps outside the city, hone their physical fitness, and also be familiar with military laws and regulations, but they do not avoid scouts like them, because they also have to conduct military training every six months. As for weapons, martial arts, battle formations, etc., they have to be carried out in another recruit training camp, which are all military secrets, not to mention the remote location, and there are brigades of guards patrolling with dogs around, which is not at all visible to anyone who wants to see.

"Tomorrow? I'm going to help my mother with the work. ”

The Ding family has dozens of acres of land in Yongkang County, and now it has been handed over to the Wei Institute for trusteeship, and they can receive a certain amount of silver for each harvest. But when he entered the city, the expenses were also large, although he would not be hungry, but it was always good to save more silver, after all, Ding Junjie is now fourteen years old, and his mother has already begun to plan the dowry, so she also worked in the city to earn some extra money. And he, as long as he has nothing to do, will help do some work and earn more wages.

"Oh, let's do it ourselves."

Ding Junjie is the orphan of a martyr, his father died in the battle behind the palace of Siming Mountain, and he has been in the same class for a year.

After speaking, the things were packed up, and the kid who talked to Ding Junjie was divided into a family in Pujiang County, his father was in the war barracks, and his mother had to take care of her in-laws at home, so she simply lived in the dormitory behind the school. Unlike those classmates, Ding Junjie's mother is in Fucheng, and she naturally has to go home on weekdays, so he packed up his things and walked to the gate of the school.

Out of the gate, Ding Junjie saw a somewhat familiar figure, this person he didn't know, but he could always be seen staying nearby today.

It's none of his business, besides, Ding Junjie is still in a hurry to go home and finish his homework, so he will go to help tomorrow, so he walked straight to home. But the person Ding Junjie saw was satisfied, and then walked in another direction.

The strange man outside the gate of the Boy Scout Academy is none other than Ni Liangxu. Since the construction of this school, he has also had more places to go, every time he talks about the rest of the martial arts school, he will come over to listen to it, it seems that hearing those immature children's voices can make his life more fulfilling and satisfying.

Leaving here, Ni Liangxu walked to a wine shop, he and Liu Cheng made an appointment to eat there, just listened to the Boy Scout recitation there, he had missed the hour, and was hurrying there at the moment.

"Brother Ni, you're late."

"Sorry for the delay."

Liu Cheng had obviously been here for a while, and he didn't even wait for the wine, he drank some of it, and even at this moment, it was a little smoky.

This is a clear appearance of borrowing wine to drown sorrows, and it has been a year since they intersected, which Ni Liangxu had never seen. After pouring himself a glass of water and wine, Ni Liangxu opened his mouth and asked, "What's the matter, Brother Liu." ”

"Brother Ni." After a wine hiccups, Liu Cheng drunkenly refocused the focus of his gaze. "We are our own brothers, and I tell you, here, we have no future."

The inexplicable answer made Ni Liangxu a little baffled, but after thinking about it, he seemed to vaguely remember something.

"You know, I was already a captain when I was on Dalan Mountain, and I was promoted to a guerrilla general when I recovered Jinhua. In terms of ability, apart from General Li and General Lou, those battalion officers, including the one surnamed Yin, which one can compare to me? ”

Li Ruixin's martial arts are well-known in the entire Zhejiang Ming Army, Lou Jiye is from a general's background, and his martial arts and art of war are also extremely rare. Ni Liangxu naturally knew this, in fact, he also knew where Liu Cheng's resentment was, but where the flashpoint of this resentment was, but he didn't know it.

"The one surnamed Yin, a guy from the town, followed Wu Deng's science in martial arts, but now he has a reputation for being good at guarding and has become a famous general, I'm bah. An Youfu was the worst soldier under Lao Tzu back then, and now he also hangs the seal of General Pingrong, and has a number in the archive of the Yamen of the Ministry of War. And that Huang Jincheng, who had taken the position of Lao Tzu's guerrilla in Dongyang County, has now been promoted to a battalion officer, and the villain has won his ambition. And ......"

The more he drank, the more Liu Cheng spoke, the more unpleasant he became, but fortunately, there was no one in the restaurant, and they chose a secluded place, so that everyone would not look sideways. However, Ni Liangxu already knew about these things, and he had heard Liu Cheng complain similar before, but he never put Wu Dengke and An Youfu into it, but this time he was not spared by the two, which really made him more and more confused.

After counting enough for this group of camp officers, Liu Cheng poured another sip of wine into his mouth. "Brother Ni, do you know, I asked Wu Dengke to help me have a good word with Guogong, and he replied that he was now taking care of Wenzhou and Wenfu, and he couldn't leave, so he wrote a letter to Guogong, and Guogong also replied that he would consider my appointment. But a few days ago, An Youfu took me to the Chinese Revival Association, but today he told me that I did not meet the criteria for membership. I've been with Guogong for many years, I'm not qualified, I don't think they didn't say good things, or Zhou Jingting's house is in the shadows! ”

Liu Cheng has never told him about these things, but Ni Liangxu thought about it carefully, Liu Cheng was no better than a rebel general like him, he was originally a good and well-established general, and there would always be some relationships in the army that could be trusted, but he didn't expect it to be so unsmooth.

After drinking some wine, Liu Cheng can be said to be deeply resentful, who knows that he is talking, but he listens to the other side of the wine shop, named after Dr. Tea and Dr. Wine, but it is often a part-time job done by Mr. Storyteller, but he began to recite the special issue of "Zhejiang Di Bao" printed today, which is about the Zhejiang Ming Army assisting friendly troops, defeating the Qing army, and then recovering Ningshao.

"Say your mom!"

A small jar flew out, and although it didn't hit anyone, the guests who were listening to the joy all turned around and glared angrily.

"I'm sorry, my friend drank too much, so I'll take him away."

Ni Liangxu pulled Liu Chengcheng away, and before going out, he threw Xiao Er some silver, telling him that he didn't need to look for it and left the wine shop in a hurry.

After sending Liu Cheng home, Ni Liangxu rushed back to the dormitory of the Martial Arts Academy. However, Liu Cheng, according to his alcohol consumption, should never be like this, but he was sad in his heart, and the strength of the wine naturally doubled up.

I slept all night, and the next day I got up dizzy, and I almost plunged into the water tank when I scooped water into it.

I refilled my stomach with cold water, and the hangover was finally better, and the Boy Scout Academy was on holiday today, but they had already taken a break yesterday. Feeling uncomfortable, Liu Cheng didn't want to go to the boot camp at all, especially when he thought that yesterday's Di Bao would definitely be read out in public today, and many people had to be promoted in this war, but he didn't have anything, and he was still the training officer of the boot camp, and he was even more unhappy.

"Tomorrow will pass, just say that I am infected with the cold, and they don't bother to care about me anyway."

Thinking of this, Liu Cheng lay down on the bed again, but this time he tossed and turned, and he couldn't sleep because of the roundworms in his stomach.

He was used to eating three meals a day in the army all the year round, and yesterday morning he got the news that he had failed to join the association, so he didn't eat at noon, and he drank a lot of wine in the evening, but he didn't eat a grain of rice. I haven't eaten for nearly a day, and I'm really hungry at the moment.

Getting out of bed, Liu Cheng flipped through his shirt, there was no penny in the money, it seemed that yesterday's wine money was paid by Ni Liang. After getting dressed, he went out, and the sun in the small courtyard was shining, but it made him feel a little dazzling.

Quietly walked to the outside of the small courtyard, there is a food shop not far away, the taste is average, but the victory is large, just to fill the stomach. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the courtyard door, a man dressed as a merchant was about to knock on the door.

Stunned for a moment, he saw the merchant arch his hand and asked, "Dare to ask, but the former Dongyang County guerrilla General Liu?" (To be continued.) )