[Chapter 334 has been sent, just below, the timing is wrong]

The army of the Fu Han Army went south from Henan, one army went to Hanzhong, and one army went to Wuchang, but Chen Ming's banner was unswervingly walking towards Yichang. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The morale of the Yichang defenders, whether it was the Qing soldiers or the people's bravery, there were those who abandoned their weapons and fled, and even the officer Lian took the lead in escaping.

Whether it is an official or a soldier, everyone is not optimistic about the future of Yichang. Yichang is really going to be bad.

Even Fan Shishou and Zhu Jue still insist on being in Yichang City!

In recent years, the Fu Han army has twice 'calamitized' Hubei, but the first time it did not cause any direct damage to Yichang, but many people came to Yichang from the rich Jingzhou and Wuhan, which provided Yichang with a great opportunity for development. But such a good thing is indispensable, and this time Yichang is destined to be doomed.

The mood in Yichang City is not tense at all, anyway, they all know that the officers and soldiers can't hold the city, and the secret camp of the Fu Han Army has repeatedly posted notices to calm the people in Yichang City, distributed small leaflets, spread the Fu Han Army's policy of not disturbing the people and not looting, etc., so that the people can live at ease. In this way, although many of the people in Yichang still fled to the countryside, the proportion is not high.

In the past few months, the Fu Han army swept most of Hubei, and the army stopped at Zhijiang, but did not decide the exchanges between Zhijiang and Yichang, not only there were many people from Zhijiang in Yichang, but also many people in Yichang who crossed the Zhijiang River and went around the area controlled by the Fu Han army. Even some newspapers circulated privately in Yichang.

Today, a mansion in Yichang City is lit up with lights, and the place where you enter the eye is a fiery red and festive color. It was the happy day of the full moon of the young son of Lord Zhou Wenjue, the prefect of Yichang.

Zhou Fuzun is just thirty years old, Qianlong twenty-five years Gengchen Branch second class fortieth, if the world is peaceful, the future of this Fuzun will be immeasurable, he has at least twenty years of good time. The full moon banquet of the youngest son will become a scene of the powerful eunuchs and rich families in the entire Yichang Mansion, which is a gratifying and congratulatory thing. Zhou Wenjue has a son and money. But at this time and that time, Zhou Wenjue's youngest son's full moon banquet cannot be said to be a small number of people, but the atmosphere is very different.

It's not like a lively full moon banquet, but like a mourning affair.

Middle-aged children, although Zhou Wenjue has the eldest son and second son, and they are all married, he is still very happy in his heart. Of course, he was not obvious on his face, and he generously gave Zhu Jue the dominance of this full moon banquet, and Fan Shishou also came in person, and after giving Zhou Wenjue a glass of wine, he left. This is the governor's shelf!

The Zhou family held a feast. Li Jiyan, Zhou Yiqian, Lin Zhixiang, Fan Shou and other Yichang civil and military officials all came to the door, or sent generous gifts. Wang Jigui, Liu Yucheng and other officials of Shi Nan also sent congratulatory gifts, among which Shi Nantong sentenced Qin Tianxing to be present in person. If you don't look at the atmosphere, just look at the guests, you really can't see that Yichang is about to be in trouble. Officials of all sizes and wealthy businessmen in the city gathered at the mansion, and all kinds of Cheng Yi Qingli lined up outside the door, making the housekeepers and servants of the Zhou family busy and dizzy.

Officials crowded in the main hall or antechamber, greeting and chatting with each other. The wealthy businessmen wandered around, admiring how industrious and honest Li Fuzun was, and at the same time taking advantage of this rare opportunity to privately exchange today's 'national conditions and business affairs'.

The news transmission in Yichang is not satisfied at all, the Fu Han army has arrived in Jingzhou, and they will kill Yichang when they see it, will these big businessmen who have not left be Chen Han's Shunmin in the future? The Qing Dynasty still occupies most of the world, especially in the south of the Yangtze River, the officers and soldiers are not strong enough to fight the Han army, and the heaven and earth of Fujian will be relatively smooth, and now that the siege of Fuzhou has been lifted, many people still have no confidence in Chen Han, but they can't leave for various reasons, so they are naturally worried.

The long gift list made Zhou Wenjue's face smile. Both people and money, he is called both people and money! Although he knew that most of these merchants who sent generous gifts were not good birds, the gentry and squire eunuchs who were loyal to the Qing Dynasty had already transferred their family property and transferred people to Sichuan. At present, these big businessmen have a ghost idea on the psychological side, and Zhou Wenjue is very clear.

The banquet was carried out until the beginning of the lanterns, and after everyone pushed their cups to eat and drink well, another purpose of this feast could be said to be the true intention of today's banquet.

Zhou Wenjue and Li Jiyan glanced at each other, the latter nodded slightly, got up and muttered a few words to Zhu Jue, who was sitting upright in the guest of honor. Zhu Jue slowly stood up and said:

"Fellow sages, Wuchang was defeated, and the Lord of Taiwan was martyred, and Fan Futai and I promised to guard Muhuguang, but Jingzhou was defeated again, and northern Hubei was also lost, so I dare not speak bravely. The bandits are raging, and the land of Jingchu is taken advantage of by Xiaoxiao, full of desolation, pitiful and hateful. Zhu Jue burst into tears as he spoke. The surrounding Zhou Wenjue and Li Jiyan were busy persuading.

Zhu Jue stopped crying, and said again: "Today, the thieves are coming with a big drum, crisscrossing the rivers, and Yichang is in danger. This is the Sichuan Humen, the head of the Three Gorges, if there is a loss, the imperial court is shaken. The emperor then sent a will, and ordered Fan Futai to bring a certain Guangzhao to be loyal and brave, and to calm the thieves to trouble, and so far he has achieved quite a lot. "The governor of the provinces of the Qing Dynasty is also the title of the right capital, so the governor is also called Zhongcheng. But Fan Shi's head was lost as early as when he fled from Wuchang for the first time.

On the day of the 'great joy', a lot of content was transferred to today's national affairs, and the scene quickly quieted down, and many officials and gentry pricked up their ears to listen carefully, is this the main thing they are doing today.

"However, my Yichang Mansion Treasury is empty, and there are only 3,000 people who have trained the villagers, and they can't continue. This official was ordered to assist the Lord of Zhentai in supervising Xiang Yong, but he felt that his troops were weak and his strength was weak. They want to procure more ordnance and rebuild new battalions to relieve national worries. I hope that all fathers and elders and social elites will help more. ”

Zhou Wenjue also stood up at this time, looking around at the officials and gentry present, with a very serious expression. A pressing sense of urgency swept through everyone present like a storm and waves. Many people's hearts trembled, and they secretly said: I want money again; And there are also some people who breathe a sigh of relief in their hearts, but it is easy to ask for money. As long as they are not allowed to stay in Yichang and work as spies for the imperial court, everything is easy to say.

Qin Tianxing grinned and smiled silently. Thinking of the Xiangyong in Li Jiyan's mouth, so many silver coins were only made into three thousand people, I really don't know how much silver was swallowed into my stomach by this group of bastards. If those silver coins are handed over to Shi Nan, from Shi Nan, Xiangxi, and Northeast Guizhou, at least 5,000 native soldiers can be pulled, and they will never be as wasteful as Yichang Xiangyong.

If you ask for money again, Shi Nantong will not be able to judge him, Qin Tianxing took a sip of his wine glass, looking like he was watching a play. With the same expression as him, some officials in Yichang Mansion City, a few people who didn't want to care about it closed their eyes slightly, and they looked drunk......

And the big businessmen below, you look at me, I look at you, especially those well-known rich people......

"If you can solve this dilemma, Zhou and Lord Zhentai must report to the imperial court. The court will not hesitate to reward ......"

It's an exchange. Take the money at this time, and when the court comes back again, I will let you go. As long as it is not too active and enthusiastic under Chen Rebellion.

The atmosphere was a bit cold, but it quickly became hot. Soon a rich man stood up, "It is our good duty to serve the court and help recruit the army." Don't dare to sell your reputation and covet the court's reward. The old man was willing to offer three thousand taels of silver. Share the worries of Lord Fuzun and Lord Zhentai! "The words are generous. The donation of silver is not small. An entourage behind Zhu Jue whispered in his ear, Zhu Jue nodded slightly, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of satisfaction.

"The old man is willing to donate two thousand taels ......"

“…… I will give a thousand thousand five hundred taels ......."

followed a few silver dugouts, which made Zhou Wenjue and Zhu Jue's faces look much better.

"To protect the family and the people, how can we sit idly by? The villain didn't have much silver, so he donated 1,000 stones! Another man stood up and opened his mouth for a thousand stones of rice. The amount is really a lot, even in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas of the land of fish and rice, a thousand stone meters can top one or two thousand taels of silver, but Zhu Jue is short of food now? Do they want food now?

Not to mention Zhu Jue, it was Zhou Wenjue, and the sharp gaze like an eagle falcon also stared at that person. The voice said coldly: "Write it down to this house." ”

It's a pity that Zhou Wenjue's style didn't play a role. With this first person, there are many more who come after you. As soon as you say a word, I say a word, all kinds of miscellaneous donations pour out like flowing water. But most people seem to have telepathy, no matter the money, food, cloth, or silk, each family's donation is around 1,000 taels of silver, or even higher. Zhou Wenjue, who was full of guests, remembered all the way that the silver could only make up 20,000 or 30,000 taels, but there were nearly 10,000 stones of rice and grain, as well as some other sundries such as cotton and medicinal materials. It would be good if the latter could be exchanged for silver, but twenty or thirty thousand taels of silver was still a big gap from the 'expectations' of Zhu Jue and Fan Shishou.

When the last person left, only Zhu Jue, Zhou Wenjue, Li Jiyan and others were left in the banquet hall, Zhu Jue's face was as cold as an ice cube, half loud, and they glanced at each other. Zhou Wenjue, Li Jiyan and others jumped in their hearts, Zhu Jue, a person like 'Mr. Good', his eyes were full of murderous intent-

A group of subordinates worked hard to clean up the leftovers, and these leftovers were also an improvement in life for the descendants of Zhou Wenjue's family, and those outsiders who carried tables and chairs back and forth didn't even have a meal. However, Zhou Wenjue was also generous, after the courtyard and hall were all cleaned, he asked the housekeeper to gather everyone, and everyone sealed a red envelope. Whether it's a companion or something else, it's always white. The housekeeper distributed them one by one, and won a basket of good words......

"Master, it's already been handed over." After distributing the red envelopes, the housekeeper came to the study where the lights were still on, and Zhou Wenjue was holding a book and watching under the lamp. The housekeeper glanced at it, it was still the same page before, it had been so long, and his master had not turned the page.

"Isn't that wrong?" Zhou Wenjue was shocked to find that his voice was so hoarse.

"Don't worry, sir, that's right." It's a matter of losing your head, and the housekeeper is a hundred careful. If something goes wrong, the Zhou family will be finished, and he will be finished.

Zhou Wenjue felt as if he had unloaded a thousand catties of burden, and he felt that his back was so sore. It turned out that he hadn't moved since he sat down. It's no wonder that Zhou Wenjue hasn't turned a page of a book for so long, such a big thing is pressed in his heart, how many people in the world still have the strength to read books?

"Sleep. Wash and sleep. "Wake up early tomorrow morning, it's a new day. In two days, Yichang will turn a new page. And for the Fu Han Army, a prefect who surrendered on his own initiative, isn't this a 'new page'! (To be continued.) )