Some time ago, when Xin Shun was in Hengxiang, he kept running to Ning'an Tower.
What he did day after day was to sit boringly in Ning'an Building and wait for Zhao Ning to arrange a meeting.
In fact, he knew that Zhao Ning would not see him, but he hoped that Zhao Ning could see his sincerity.
While waiting for others, Xin Shun finally had time to calm down and read a book. Among them, five or six were related to prison matters.
Although he was one of Tian Dayao's most valued advisers, unlike Zhang Zhihao's overall strategy, Xin Shun wrote the most about regulations, legal copywriting, and legal writing.
However, it has not been adopted much.
His somewhat moderate set of laws, in Zhang Zhi's words, are contrary to the current troubled times.
In troubled times, we should use strict rules. Kindness will only encourage adultery.
Tian Dayao prefers to peel off skins and stuff grass, and behead people to show off to the public, instead of persuading others with virtue and treating others with benevolence.
Xin Shun ordered two stools to be brought in, one for the girl to sit on.
The girl looked at the stool slightly awkwardly, then raised her eyes to look at him.
"Sit down, don't be afraid when I'm here." Xin Shun still had a gentle tone and sat down opposite her.
"Thank you, sir..." The girl sat down.
Xin Shun's personal attendant brought tea and handed one to the girl. When the girl received it, her hands were shaking.
"Speak slowly and say whatever you want. It doesn't matter." Xin Shun said.
"Yes." The girl lowered her head.
Outside the yamen gate, the old woman sat waiting under the tall stone lion on the roadside. Many people coming and going cast their eyes at her.
The girl had been inside for a long time, and the longer the time went, the more frightened the old woman became.
Suddenly there was a rumble of thunder, and the old woman looked up to the sky. She saw a gloomy sky with dark clouds rolling in steeply, strong winds blowing violently, several lightning bolts tearing the sky apart, and in an instant there was thunder again, and heavy rain like a waterfall.
Pedestrians on the street held their heads and quickened their pace towards home.
The old woman also got up and went to take shelter from the rain under the eaves at the corner of the government office.
In just such a short time, she was like a drowned rat. It was raining so hard that she couldn't even carry an umbrella.
The old woman pulled her sticky clothes and suddenly felt something was wrong. She turned around in a panic. Before she could see anything clearly, someone covered her mouth with a hand and stabbed her dozens of times in the back with a dagger.
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The old woman was thrown to the ground, and her blood was washed out over a larger area by the heavy rain.
After a long time, a passerby finally saw the old woman in the corner, and screamed, and more and more people came to look.
By the time the government guards walked over calmly holding umbrellas, the woman's body was already cold.
"Absurd!" Xin Shun stood up angrily, "This is unreasonable, this is a government office, killing people in front of the government office!"
The girl quickly walked to the door and looked at the woman's body being carried in. Her knees weakened and she collapsed on the ground.
I sent someone to call him, but it was raining again and again, and half an hour had passed.
The girl was helped aside by two of Xin Shun's followers, and her pale face did not recover for a long time.
When Wu Zuo arrived, a tall young man came to Xin Shun.
"Mr. Fengcai," the man walked over quickly, "the general is looking for you. Please go to the Military Town Department as soon as possible."
Xin Shun frowned, thought for a while, called his attendant, and whispered in his ear.
The attendant nodded: "Yes."
"Don't be afraid," Xin Shun looked at the girl, "I will protect you as my follower. No matter what happens, I will make the decision for you."
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!" The girl quickly stood up and saluted.
As heavy rain hit the world, Xin Shun's carriage rushed to Junzhensi. Along the road, there were still people who had not returned home, running around.
Under the vast sky, separated by several streets from Xilongdu, the last few cargo ships unloaded their cargo and left the ferry. They docked along the long river line and connected the huge stone piers on the riverside with thick hemp ropes.
The soldiers and handymen on the dock picked up the goods in the heavy rain and walked towards the depths of the port. Rows of push carts and horse-drawn carriages were waiting in the open space. When they were filled with goods, they headed towards the Military Town Division.
Xin Shun got off the car outside the gate of the backyard of the Military Town Division. In front of him came the uniform slogans of tens of thousands of soldiers, as if they were competing with the thunder in the sky.
"Have all the ships arrived today?" Xin Shun asked the military town guard who came up to greet him.
"We're all here, sir."
Xin Shun smiled, with rare satisfaction on his face, and raised his eyes to look ahead.
When all those who arrive tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, plus those who come overland and the Huiren camp that was originally in Youzhou, there will be a full 300,000 troops this time.
Although Tian Dayao had many soldiers and horses, as the land area became wider, most of them were scattered, and it was rare to assemble such a large number of soldiers and horses as now.
The rallying slogans were heard, and Xin Shun, a scholarly gentleman, became very proud when he heard it.
"The city is roaring with thunder and thunder, and it is difficult to stop the mighty troops thousands of miles away. The sky is filled with the sound of horns and drums, and the Beidou hangs upside down to cover the southern sky!" Xin Shun opened his mouth and said.
"What a poem, sir!" the followers and guards around him praised.
"Let's go!" Xin Shun said, "Let's go to the front to see the big scene!"
Zhi Changle leaned against the window and looked at the billowing clouds in the sky. All his ears were focused on the sounds in the distance.
"It's like we're going to fight a big battle," Zhi Changle said.
Xia Zhaoyi had just woken up and was sitting at the table behind him, gently stirring the spoon.
The scalding heat rose from the bowl, and she said calmly: "If we fight Song Zhiyi, I hope they can win."
Zhi Changle was a little surprised and turned back to look at her.
Xia Zhaoyi never takes sides in winning or losing of any camp, so what he said now surprised Zhi Changle.
A simple carriage came running from the end of the long, empty and deserted street.
The carriage did not stop anywhere, and the coachman carrying Ruo Li did not look around, but went straight to the largest restaurant on the riverside.
The shopkeeper was lying on the counter looking at the heavy rain outside, and Mrs. Ding was scolding him.
When he heard someone coming, the shopkeeper seemed to have found a savior and hurried out to greet him.
The attendant got out of the car, opened his umbrella, turned around and lifted up the car curtain.
A very embarrassed-looking girl wearing coarse clothes held the carriage and got out of the car carefully.
When Mrs. Ding saw this girl dressed up, she couldn't even move forward.
The attendant looked at the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper Hong."
The shopkeeper hurriedly handed over his hands: "May I ask?"
The attendant tilted his umbrella slightly and whispered in the shopkeeper's ear.
Ding wanted to roll her eyes. With such heavy rain and such deserted streets, there was nothing to hide.
But she saw her husband's eyes widening, he quickly took a step back and bowed to his entourage.
Mrs. Ding's expression also changed accordingly. No matter how useless her husband was, he would not be able to give such a big gift to anyone he met.
The attendant stopped the shopkeeper, pointed at the girl beside him, and continued to speak in detail.
"Sure! It will be done, and I will take good care of it!" the shopkeeper said hurriedly.
The entourage did not stay long, and after telling the girl to stay here with peace of mind, he left in the carriage.
"Come on, girl, come in quickly!" the shopkeeper said to the girl.
The girl thanked her awkwardly and crossed the threshold cautiously.
Ding walked up curiously and was startled when his eyes fell on the girl's old faded cloth shoes.
"Hey!" Mrs. Ding said, "Aren't you the same woman who was kneeling outside the Yamen today, crying and making trouble?"
