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Lin Haifeng's hand with chopsticks made a move at Wang Haiyang, who was already preparing at the door, and he didn't even look at Huang Zilong on the ground, "This king originally wanted you to finish this meal, but unfortunately, it was you who broke your own rice bowl." You can't go to heaven, Heavenly Father won't take you in, and even if you go to hell, you won't feel well. ”

"Chitose, I didn't kill anyone, didn't set fires, I was wronged" Huang Zilong, who was struggling desperately, was dragged out, and what remained in the hall was his mournful wail.

No one thought that King An, who seemed to be eating and talking plainly all the time, would be so harsh. The officials were shocked, especially those who had ghosts in their hearts, and they all stared at the door blankly for a while, unable to come back to their senses for a long time.

Lin Haifeng knocked on the table, "Eat them all." Seeing that many officials were still uneasy, he smiled, "People are iron, rice is steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry." Without the Celestial Empire, there would be no rice bowls in our hands, and without the people, there would be no white rice in our bowls. I hope everyone will do it for themselves and don't worry about themselves. ”

Xu Zongyang picked up the chopsticks, his hands were shaking slightly, cold sweat had already oozed from the corners of his forehead, and there was a cold breath on his back. Previously, he still complained privately in his heart, complaining that he shouldn't be demoted, and complaining that he was a dignified winter official and deputy prime minister who was actually restrained by the unknown Li Xiucheng. Thinking about it now, I'm really scared, if it weren't for Huang Zilong, he really wouldn't dare to think about it. It seems that His Royal Highness King An still saves enough face for himself!

Zeng Guofan is eating a dinner that tastes like chewing wax. Emperor Xianfeng in Beijing didn't give him face at all.

Hengzhou, where the Xiangjiang River, the mother river of the land of Sanxiang, meanders through, and there are five unique Nanyue Hengshan arches beside it. The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and Zeng Guofan set up the base camp of the Hunan army he was building here, just to continue a local spirit by taking advantage of the beautiful mountains and rivers.

But he didn't get what he wanted. At the beginning of the year, when Zeng Guofan, who had returned to his hometown due to the loss of his mother, received that he was appointed by the imperial court to assist Zhang Liang, the governor of Hubei, in organizing the Hunan regimental training, he had no intention of getting involved in this matter at first. Although many people envied and even envied his former official fortune, he was also proud of his transformation from a seventh-grade minor official to a second-grade senior official in ten years. But he knew very well in his heart that if he hadn't had the help of his teacher Mu Zhang'a, and without the original reply of the word "Lian" to win the favor of the saint as the foundation of being an official, his qiē was nothing more than a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water. At that time, he met a wise saint with an open-minded teacher.

Now it's different. When the first emperor died, he wanted to do his best to assist the new emperor to revitalize the Qing Dynasty, but he almost lost his life for a few reasonable Jianyi, he was depressed, and he didn't want to mess around in the officialdom that he had already seen through. It is also a pleasure to take protégés and participate in Taoism and science.

He had his own ideas, but his brothers had their own plans. After all, there are few opportunities, since ancient times, there is a way to produce heroes in troubled times, and the fastest way to promotion is nothing more than outstanding military achievements. The Longhair Rebellion is just a golden opportunity for them, who is willing to let it go.

Unable to withstand the hard persuasion of his brothers, Zeng Guofan had no choice but to give it a try.

At first, it was very uncomfortable. He originally planned to change the original training method of regimental training in Changsha according to his own ideas, but he had not done much yet, but due to the departure of Governor Zhang Liangji, he lost his strong support, and the regimental training affairs were a mess, but he often had disputes with the green battalion soldiers, and even fought with weapons. Zeng Guofan was angry and returned to his hometown Xiangxiang.

Zeng Guofan is the kind of person who admits death, he either doesn't do anything, and he does it to the end. He returned to Xiangxiang not to give up, but to have another idea. In Xiangxiang, he gathered relatives and friends, recruited protégés, sold wealth and raised silver, and began to build an army that truly belonged to him. He is not only familiar with the ** of Manchu officialdom, but also knows the crux of the incompetence of the Eight Banners and the Green Battalion. Therefore, he was going to destroy those things completely.

No one can say that he is smart, but no one can say that he is not smart. His approach is not his originality, but his cleverness lies in the fact that he can deeply appreciate the value of what his predecessors have left behind. He imitated the military system of Qi Jiguang of the Ming Dynasty to improve it and design his own army. He himself just selected a few relatives, friends, protégés, and brothers to be the battalion officers of each battalion, and then he didn't ask anything. The battalion officer chooses the person he likes to be the sentry officer, and so on, the sentry officer then chooses the team officer, and the team officer picks the chief, and the chief picks the brave man. In the end, the candidates were selected from young and strong villagers, but applicants had to be vouched for, and they had to fill in their home addresses, parents, brothers, or wives, etc. In the event of a flight or rebellion, the insured and his family will be affected. This is a big network with layers of connections and connections in all directions, and the network is in his own hands. He paid a higher salary than any army, and in an era when most villagers had no land or job, and many scholars could not find the opportunity to get ahead, for their own vital interests, the recruits could be said to be eager to do so.

Unexpectedly, Lu Yong, the newly built fifth battalion, had not yet achieved his expected training purpose, and three months ago, the imperial court repeatedly issued edicts urging him to leave the division. Zeng Guo was a vassal of Gen, and everyone was sweating for him, but he simply threw aside the edict of the imperial court.

Zeng Guofan is not afraid of the emperor's holy message, but he is even more afraid of his hometown fathers. The ones he brought out were all "soldiers", and they couldn't afford to die. He must not do anything he is not sure of. He then began to plan for Shui Yong, the Taiping Army's naval division of more than 1,000 warships, controlling the Yangtze River channel from Jiujiang and Anqing to Zhenjiang. At the same time, he sent people to Guangzhou to purchase a large number of artillery.

Before the water camp could be settled, the hateful long hair gave him eye medicine again, and Wuchang, Hanyang, and Hankou all fell. He could even dream of the wrath of the saint in his dreams. What's even more terrifying is that Nanchang was lost, Yuezhou was also lost, and Long Mao entered the door.

"Eat, eat." Zeng Guofan gestured with the chopsticks in his hand, signaling the cronies present to do it, but he himself couldn't get up to his appetite. The Holy Shang Jin appointed him as the right attendant of the military department, supervising the military affairs of Hunan and Hubei, and the holy decree of the governor of the two lakes to accept his moderation had already been received. The cronies were all elated, as if they had seen their own brilliant tomorrow. Especially the old Jiuguoquan who has been encouraging himself to go out of the mountain, the snot bubbles of the poor smell flowed out. Only he knows that this is not a good thing, but just a talisman. He is now under even more pressure, not only from the saints, but also from the officials of this province. The saint asked him to help guard Nanchang, and now that Nanchang is lost, of course he will not die according to the meaning of the saint, if that is the case, he will not be Zeng Guofan. But he was most afraid of those officials, and sooner or later they would blame all the mistakes in Hunan on him alone. Changmao has already taken advantage of the situation to go south, Jinggang has been lost, Changsha is in danger, he can't fight, he can't fight again, he can't die.

Xiang Yong's instructor Taqibu couldn't understand the state of mind of the marshal at the moment, he took a big mouthful of food, "Marshal, according to the humble position, let's hurry up and send troops, no matter what, we can't watch Changsha City fall like a thief." ”

"That's it," Zeng Guoquan waved his hand with chopsticks, with a look of disdain, "Big brother, why don't we go to the rescue of Changsha first, and big brother will stay and continue to recruit and train Shui Yong." Long Mao is used to beating those wretched green battalion soldiers, and he also lets them taste the power of our Xiangyong. When I returned, I told the brothers in the camp to hold Changsha, and each of them should be paid twice as much silver. ”

Liu Rong, the battalion officer of the left battalion, looked at Zeng Guoquan with a smile, "Lao Jiu, you just recognize money." ”

"Haha," Zeng Guoquan smiled, "Under the heavy reward, a brave man will come out." If it weren't for the money, who would fight the soldiers. ”

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