Jarvis is cautious by nature, and the army has been fighting in North America, so everything is the same as during the war. This morning, two scouts climbed on a tree and looked through binoculars, and found two woodcutter-like figures emerging from the woods not far away.
The two men looked at the small intersection for a few times and quickly turned to the main road. The two men were short and strong, with axes on their waists and no dry firewood behind their backs.
The scout secretly followed them to the town and saw them buying two carts of pickled radishes and pushing them away, saying they were for the Chinese New Year. The village men and women were used to making pickled radishes by themselves. Even if they didn't know how to make pickled radishes at home, everyone would buy ideas from their neighbors.
I was embarrassed to accept the money. The scouts felt something was strange, so one of them went back to report the news. The other followed the woodcutter and climbed the mountain road for half a day, and found a large number of camps all over the mountains and fields. The camps were neat and the soldiers were high-spirited. They were obviously regular troops. After a little calculation, there should be some.
There were about 20,000 people. At noon, a few people left the camp and went up the mountain. The scouts took the opportunity to sneak attack on one of them, knocked him out and captured him alive.
During Jarvis's first trial, it turned out that he was an officer and soldier from Tianjin, following Lu Dezhi, the commander-in-chief. Jarvis landed from Tianjin when he returned to China, but did not see Lu Dezhi. The prefect said that he had been depressed since King Yan deposed his first son.
Wo Huan has been unable to get off the kang for the past two months. Jarvis even went to visit Lu Mansion. The man lying on the kang was just a stand-in, and the real person had escaped from his shell. The officers and soldiers pretended to be Yanshan bandits, and the real person
The bandits gathered together and have been stationed here for two days. Just now, the superiors ordered people to go out to hunt game. Where can they find game in the dead of winter? This man walked a little further and took advantage of Jia Jun's scouts.
Dao. Asked him what he was doing here, but he didn't know.
This place is on the outskirts of Beijing, and it is nonsense to ask why we are here. The Tianjin Guard Station has about 156,000 troops, and some of them have to be left to accompany their substitutes. The rest are probably Yanshan bandits. So we sent people to investigate again.
At dusk, the scouts came back to report that the Lu Army had reorganized their camp and seemed to be dispatching troops overnight. Jarvis sent an order to set up an ambush in the rear and diagonal rear flanks of the Lu Army. When they would move out, their own side would pursue them.
As soon as night fell, the Lu army moved, and when they moved, the Jia army also moved. The Lu army, with their horses and bells picked up, wanted to sneak attack on the capital, but they did not expect to be killed from behind. It was dark and the enemy could not be seen clearly, and guns and cannons rang out from all sides.
The horse was frightened, and chaos immediately broke out. Many people had no idea what was going on, so they just fought randomly, and many of their own people were hit. Jarvis won a great victory.
Lu Dezhi is not to blame for this. He has not been on the battlefield for many years. The most recent battle was against Prince Yi Zhong's rebels. He has never fought a serious battle with firearms. Although Jarvis's soldiers are young, they have been fighting for three years.
Lin Daiyu had used firearms since the first battle. In the past three years, Lin Daiyu had not fought a single head-on battle. The soldiers had long been accustomed to sneak attacks at night, and their eyes were brighter than that of Lu Jun. Moreover, Jia Jun had more firearms than Lu Jun.
Zhang Lu had been a bandit in Yanshan for more than ten years and knew the mountain roads better than anyone else. He protected the King of Yan and rushed out from the hail of bullets. Because he had no idea who the enemy was who was attacking behind him, and all his plans in Beijing failed, Zhang Lu
One must not be suspicious of the female prime minister in the political hall - in the past few years, the Rongguo Mansion has been vigorously publicizing this woman's military exploits, and no one in the Yan country knows about it.
No one is afraid of a military advisor who never loses a battle. Who cares whether she is a man or a woman? Therefore, Zhang Lu did not dare to return to Yanshan. After escaping from the battlefield, he reported to the King of Yan: "Your Majesty, I have a friend who is also a bandit. This man himself
Not only is he highly skilled in martial arts, but his minions are more powerful than the Royal Forest Army. Moreover, there is an ambush in his camp, and even the officers and soldiers cannot attack him. Why not go to his place for a while to take shelter and see which way the wind blows. Leave the green hills behind,
Don't worry about not having firewood." At this point, King Yan had no choice but to agree. He didn't know whether Yanshan's old nest was still there.
Zhang Lu then went to his friend that night. After running for two days, he arrived at the foot of a mountain at dusk. The mountain was not high, and there was a small shop at the foot of the mountain. Zhang Lu jumped off his horse and shouted, "Is Sister Chun here?"
I saw a woman walking out of the store. She looked less than fifty. She frowned and looked at the soldiers and horses behind him: "Why are there so many people? Is Mr. Zhang just visiting or robbing?"
Zhang Lu laughed and said, "Am I not blind? How dare you go up to Panlong Mountain to rob?" Nai sighed, "I was unlucky and encountered a flood. I gave it up and got a scar as big as a bowl on my head. But I got hurt.
friend."
Sister-in-law Chun turned her head and looked at Situ Pan up and down, her eyes wild, and after a long while she said: "Where did you recognize the scholar? He must be a scholar."
Situ Pan cupped his hands and said, "The late student has passed the imperial examination."
Sister-in-law Chun hummed: "Baiwuyi is a scholar."
Zhang Lu laughed and said: "Scholars have their own uses for scholars. Are you, King Ge, here?"
"Here he is." Sister-in-law Chun said, "He has rarely gone out to do business in the past few months. He is busy cleaning up his reputation."
Zhang Lu sneered: "He is the one who took the blame and still wants to clear his name? He should be thrown out."
Sister-in-law Chun gave him a sideways look: "Do you know if our king can be clean? Maybe he will be clean next year." Nai Zhuan walked beside him and said, "Just wait, I will shoot the arrow up."
Zhang Lu shouted from behind: "What age is this? Why don't you set off a musket?"
Sister-in-law Chun has already stepped into the threshold with one foot: "I bought so many bamboo whistles in the early years, and I have to use them all, right? I bought them from the south."
Not long after, she took the bow from the inner store and looked at the arrow shooting out of the mountain. The arrow was tied with a bamboo whistle, which whistled in the wind and echoed in the mountain for a long time. Zhang Lu asked King Yan to come into the store first and rest.
The shop looked like an ordinary mountain restaurant, crude and cramped. Sister Chun sifted two bowls of hot water for them. Although there was no tea, it was very warm in this cold weather.
After about two sticks of incense, a woodcutter in his twenties came outside and asked, "Aunt Chun, what's the matter?"
Sister-in-law Chun pointed at Zhang Lu and said, "This rogue has encountered a flood and wants to come to our mountain to take shelter for a while."
Zhang Lu smiled and said, "How about I go see you, Lao Ge first?"
The woodcutter also looked at Situ Pan wildly for a long time and muttered: "How can I get a scholar?"
Situ Pan held up his hand and said: "I have already passed the examination before I was born late in life. I am just waiting for my junior year."
The woodcutter sneered: "You can't lift a man but you can't lift a knife or a gun." He turned around and walked away, saying, "That scoundrel is coming with me." Zhang Lu nodded towards Situ Pan and followed.
Soon it was getting dark. Situ Pan was waiting hungry in the shop. After waiting for more than half an hour, the woodcutter and Zhang Lu finally came back. Zhang Lu said happily: "Mr. Jiu, your Majesty invites us to go up the mountain."
Situ Pan asked hurriedly: "Do you know the surname of this great king?"
"My surname is Ge and my name is Qiao." Zhang Lu said, "Although he doesn't like to meddle in other people's business, he is extremely fair."
The two of them and the Yanshan men they brought with them followed the young woodcutter up the mountain. The first section of the mountain road was very difficult to walk, but it became much more spacious when they got to the main road. Although it was dark now, there were hanging trees on both sides of the road.
There were many oil lamps lighting up, which illuminated clearly. Situ Pan was surprised and said, "Where did you come from, your Majesty!"
The woodcutter said: "I learned it from Ping'an Prefecture. Ping'an Prefecture learned it from Lu State. I heard that Lu State learned it from Lingnan."
Situ Pan suddenly remembered. Jia Cong had sent him some clean oil street lamp trial operation report from Taiwan, and it seemed to be this thing. He was very busy at the time and didn't pay attention to these little things. Now it seems that this thing
It is very practical. Since the Taiwan government has used it, it has been extended to Guangdong, Guangdong, Lu and Ping'an Prefectures. However, Yan has never used it. Think about it again, many of the reports that Jia Cong often sent from the Taiwan government in those years are very practical.
.Situ Pan felt at a loss for words, and thinking about it, Jia Cong was also a little sad - even so, he shouldn't be angry and rebel.
Seeing the gate of the village standing in front of the dark mountain from a distance, Situ Pan was secretly surprised: What a majestic gate! I didn't expect the bandits from Yan country to be so bold. There were several minions standing under the gate of the village, all of them tall and elegant.
Like Song, he doesn't look like a bandit at all, but looks like a serious officer and soldier. The master of Gezhai is a talented general, and it's a pity that he fell into the green forest. When the Yan Kingdom is recaptured in the future, he will definitely be invited to serve as an official in the court.
The woodcutter led them into the Juyi Hall, where many candles were burning, as bright as day. A teenage boy sat on a tiger-skin chair and coughed twice: "Who is coming?"
Zhang Lu smiled and said: "Little king, where is your father?"
The young man puffed up his chest and said, "I am the king."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone shouted: "You little brat, why did your mother call me?" A man in his thirties strode in from behind and looked down the hall, "Here comes Zhang Lu.
How many people are you leading? I told you that I don’t have many houses on the mountain, so let your people set up tents.”
Zhang Lu hurriedly greeted him: "That's all, you don't have many houses here, but no one has many." He introduced Situ Pan, "This is Mr. Huang Jiu. He has been selected for the imperial examination. He is ready to have a good marriage after his graduation. This is Mr. Huang Jiu."
This is King Ge."
Ge Qiao and Situ Pan saluted each other. The young man jumped off the tiger leather chair and ran over: "Dad! We agreed that I would be the king for a day!"
"One day has passed." Ge Qiao pointed outside with a straight face, "Did you see? It's dark. It's night now. I didn't promise to let you be the king for one day and one night."
The young man shouted: "You are changing the concept! A day usually refers to twelve hours, not daytime."
"A day can refer to twelve hours, or it can refer to daytime. You haven't told me which one it is."
"Since there is an ambiguity, it should be resolved through negotiation between the two of us. You cannot have the final say alone."
"I am Lao Tzu and you are son. If there is any ambiguity, naturally I am the one who has the final say."
"Why?!"
"You can't beat me." Ge Qiao waved his hand, "That's it. Just admit it if you lose. Don't act like a little girl. Just be more careful next time and don't create ambiguities. You think you can take advantage of it."
Is yours cheap?"
The young man shouted: "Put me down! How could you not take advantage of me!"
Ge Qiao said: "When you become my father, I will take advantage of your son. I have serious business, and I don't want you to talk about it." He patted the young man's head, turned around and looked at Zhang Lu, "It's agreed, it's only three days."
.After three days, get the hell out of here."
Zhang Lu snorted, "You're going to be stingy! I got it. I'll go back tomorrow to check it out in person." Ge Qiao put his hand on his son's short shoulders and turned to leave. Zhang Lu shouted again, "Wait!" and pointed at Situ Pan.
, "This Mr. Huang is a scholar. Don't you have a small garden behind you? Can you let him live in the garden?"
Ge Qiao said: "That garden was originally built by the former owner of the village for his wife. She still comes back to live there occasionally and doesn't entertain guests."
Zhang Lu said: "After all, she hasn't been here these days, right? When I said I wanted to stay here, you just said I was a rough guy and shouldn't ruin the garden. Mr. Huang is a serious civil servant."
Ge Qiao glanced at Situ Pan, and Situ Pan said hurriedly: "No need to bother, it's fine if Wansheng just lives with everyone."
Zhang Lu whispered: "Sir, we are afraid that we will have to live in a tent. How can you do it?"
Situ Pan also whispered: "I live differently in the camp? Don't bother others." He bowed his hands to Ge Qiao and said, "Wansheng is very comfortable living with the soldiers. Wansheng is just curious and doesn't know what Mrs. Yazhai's garden is.
What's it like? Can I allow Wansheng to see it?"
Ge Qiao thought for a while: "I see that you are a scholar, so you will not talk nonsense. Although the couplets on the plaque in the garden are not very good, they were written by a talented man."
Situ Pan smiled and said, "Wan Sheng wants to see it even more."
Ge Qiao then arranged for Zhang Lu and others to have dinner first, and then set up camp with them. There was a lot of food on the mountain. Situ Pan and others had not eaten for two days, so An Sheng had a full meal. For a while, Ge Qiao got married.
He led Situ Pan and Zhang Lu to Mrs. Yazhai's garden.
When he came to the door, the tall glass lantern illuminated the three clear characters on the plaque: Hengwu Garden. Situ Pan suddenly felt familiar, as if he had seen this name before. After passing through the garden gate and entering the main hall, there was another plaque,
There are four big characters hanging on the top: Hengzhi Qingfen. Situ Pan feels familiar again. On both sides is a pair of words, "It is especially beautiful when chanted into cardamom, and it is also fragrant in dreams when you sleep on it."
Situ Pan felt as if a claw was clutching his heart. He remembered. More than ten years ago, someone kidnapped Lin Hai, Su Zheng and other thirteen loyal ministers from the imperial prison and sent them to a garden under house arrest. That garden was called Heng
Wuyuan, the couplets on the plaques were all like this. He calmed down and praised: "What a couplet! Was this couplet written by Mrs. Yazhai?"
"No." Ge Qiao said, "The author of this couplet is named Cao Zhan, and he is an old Confucian."
"That's it." Situ Pan breathed a sigh of relief, "This idea seems to be that of a young man."
Ge Qiao's tone suddenly became relaxed and cheerful: "I think so too. He probably did it when he was young."
Situ Pan hurriedly asked: "Has Mr. Ge also studied?"
"I read a few idle books in my early years," Ge Qiao said. "I know a little bit about allusions to poetry and prose, so I won't be scolded in a roundabout way and still don't understand." Seeing the two of them talking about poetry and prose, Zhang Lu
Quickly take two steps back and dodge behind.
Situ Pan said with a smile: "King Ge is both civil and military, why doesn't he go to the court to find an official position?"
Ge Qiao said with a smile: "I am gradually clearing my name. I don't think I can really become an official in a few days."
Situ Pan glanced at Zhang Lu: "What is whitewashing?"
Zhang Lu said with a smile: "I just changed my career to a serious business and stopped being a bandit."
Ge Qiao said: "Now the regent is in charge of the capital. When I go to seek an official position, I don't even have to meet the King of Yan. The female prime minister values performance, so I won't be afraid even if I don't have fame."
Situ Pan's heart skipped a beat. Zhang Lu hurriedly said: "The regent is just a child with a yellow mouth. He will not be able to live long after the autumn! King Yan is about to return to the capital."
Ge Qiao frowned: "Seriously?"
"really."
Ge Qiao frowned again: "If this is the case, I won't clear my name, and An An will become my bandit."
Zhang Lu and Situ Pan were both surprised and asked in unison: "Why?"
"If Jia Cong is in charge, Yan State will gradually become the same as Lingnan and Ping'an Prefecture." Ge Qiao said, "I don't want to leave my hometown so I stay in Yan State, otherwise I will go to Lingnan in the morning." He pointed.
The glass lamp in his hand said, "This thing is very cheap to buy in Lingnan. Young Master Yan said the price has tripled. There are also clear oil street lamps outside, which have been available elsewhere. The buses in Ping'an Prefecture have been running for many years, and the road
The road signs and maps on the side are very clear, and there are people holding red and green flags to direct traffic. These are paid for by the government, and the people benefit, and they don’t cost too much. King Yan only thinks about going to North America to dig gold mines, and half of them
I don’t want to spend my money on the common people. I don’t want to be a good citizen under King Yan. All the money I paid in taxes goes to the old men to raise their wives. It’s such a disadvantage. It’s better to be a bandit.”
Zhang Lu asked anxiously: "What if the bandits encounter officers and soldiers?"
Ge Qiao sneered and said: "Let them try it! The security guard comes in vertically and goes out horizontally."