Zhang Pili still looked like a monk Zhang Er was confused, but Hao Yaoqi had been with Li Laiheng for a long time. Although he didn't understand what Fang Congzhe meant by this troublesome thing, he had already heard what he was doing from Li Laiheng's words.
Hao Yaoqi thought that he couldn't catch the general, so he asked the clerk to make a trick. Although he didn't know where the trick was, he arrested him first.
Let’s straighten it out.
After the clerk heard Li Laiheng's order and was knocked down by Hao Yaoqi, a big man who looked like a wolf and a tiger, he begged for mercy again and again, and changed his tone and said: "Your Majesty, have mercy on me, Your Majesty, have mercy on me! The student is indeed not called Fang Congzhe, the student is
I didn’t dare to tell my real name because I was afraid of hurting my family. I really didn’t mean to deceive the king!”
"Student, student... the student's real name is Ren Yifang, and he is indeed from Xiangyang! The students are in the army, they just write documents and don't know anything about anything. Please, please be patient and let the students live!"
The clerk burst into tears and cried bitterly, "The student still has an old mother who is sick in bed, and an unmarried young wife who has not yet married. The student has never participated in the official army's encirclement and suppression of the rebel army, so please spare my life!"
The clerk's cry was so affectionate that even Luo Yanqing was a little moved. She advised Li Laiheng, "Chief Li, if this scholar has never been in trouble with us, it's okay to let him live, right?"
"Haha, Miss Luo, you still don't understand. A man's mouth is a liar, and a scholar's mouth is even more deceptive." Li Laiheng explained to Luo Yanqing sincerely, "The talented scholar in the commentary is always full of lies.
They are all a bunch of heartless lovers. Miss Luo should be more careful in the future and not be deceived by some heartless man."
Hao Yaoqi and Zhang Pizhu both looked like they had seen a ghost. They both sighed in their hearts that the team leader was worthy of being a team leader. He could endure what ordinary people couldn't endure, could do things that ordinary people couldn't, and was so good at talking. Facing Luo Yanqing
With such a face, there is no reason why anyone would lie to her. Who would get dizzy and fall in love with Luo Yanqing?
Li Laiheng turned to stare at the clerk again and said: "Fang Congzhe? Ren Yifang? I don't think your surname is Fang? I heard that this time Yang Sichang arranged a three-province campaign, and the governor of Huguang who was in charge of the frontline war was called Fang Kong. You
This kid has nothing to do with square holes, right?"
When the clerk heard this, he panicked and sweated like rain. He made a bitter face and said with an ugly smile: "How...how could it be possible? Qianweng, a high-ranking official in the border area, cannot be seen by students even if they look up at him.
How could it possibly be related? Your Majesty really loves to joke."
When Hao Yaoqi heard this, he suddenly thought of something. He took out a piece of paper from his arms, which looked like a newspaper passed by a court official. Hao Yaoqi handed the paper to Li Laiheng and said, "Guan
Team, when we dispersed to capture prisoners in the past two days, we found this notice when we were near Yidu. I wondered if this was an instruction for an encirclement and suppression campaign by the army, so I specially collected it and brought it back to
Let the team watch."
Zhang Piqiu also nodded repeatedly. He pointed at the Di newspaper and said: "Hao Leader showed that notice to someone who could read a few words. It seems that what is written on it is the square hole money of the Governor of Huguang!"
"What square hole money? That's a square hole." Li Laiheng raised his eyebrows, took the Di newspaper and looked at it carefully. He was slightly startled, then shook the Di newspaper in front of the clerk and said, "I don't I know what your relationship is with Governor Fang, but it seems that our Lord Governor doesn’t care what happens to your Fang family.”
The clerk was shocked when he heard this, and felt vaguely uneasy. It wasn't until Li Laiheng shook the banknote in front of him that he could see it clearly. It read clearly on it: Fang Kong, Governor of Huguang, "The Ming Dynasty's bandits missed the opportunity, and they took the revolution." After finishing his post, Jin Yiwei came to the capital to investigate. The vacancy will be filled immediately." There was a line of small words added below, which read "So he took the blame and actually committed suicide out of fear of crime. If the department official found out that there was no support beforehand, Anyone who escapes will be killed immediately before the army."
He could hardly stand for a moment and was about to faint to the ground, but Zhang Pizhu held him up. Zhang Pizhu held the clerk's hand and asked doubtfully: "You, a handyman, can you still talk to the governor?" What does the official have to do with it?"
"Hmph!" Li Laiheng snorted coldly, put away the banknotes, and said, "Tell the truth, who are you from Governor Fang? I don't think there is any benefit in letting you go back to Xiangyang. Yang Sichang clearly wrote in the banknotes It says, 'If any of his officers find out that there are those who have fled without aid, they will immediately kill the army.' You are the officer of Governor Fang, right? The responsibility for this defeat of the Xiangyouping army is clearly on Yang Sichang. In this note, But he tried every possible means to attribute the responsibility to Governor Fang. Obviously Governor Yang wants you to be a scapegoat. He has Shang Fang's sword in his hand and can do things cheaply. Do you think Governor Yang will let you go when you return to Xiangyang? "
The clerk was trembling all over. Even if Zhang Pizhu supported him, he finally couldn't stand and sat down on the ground. He looked helpless and murmured: "No, it's impossible... Your Majesty." How could he be so oblivious to his past achievements? Governor Yang and our Fang family are family friends, so how could he be so oblivious to old friendships...
But after a while, the book office seemed to realize the reality and was completely desperate, "Student... my name is Fang Yiren, and I am the nephew of the governor. The person you are looking for to command the artillery is me."
He grabbed his collar down, exposed his neck, and said numbly: "I have been in trouble with the rebels so far, I knew there was no way out. Since my uncle died at the hands of Yang Sichang, he was deeply attached to the Holy Spirit, how can I win? When he returns to Xiangyang, he will definitely be killed by Yang Sichang on the pretext of fleeing before the battle. If you want to kill him, just kill me. If he is killed by you bandits, he will die in a royal matter anyway, and he will live up to my lifelong ambition!"
"Oh?" Li Laiheng looked at Fang Yiren with even more interest. He smiled and said, "If you want to die in a royal affair, just tell your real name from the beginning. Why hide?"
Fang Yiren's face turned red and he was a little embarrassed. After all, if his backer Fang Kong hadn't died, Fang Yiren would have naturally wanted to endure the humiliation and survive, endure the temporary humiliation, and wait for the sea and the sky to blossom.
Li Laiheng suddenly thought of something, picked up a branch, and while writing on the ground, asked: "Are you the one who leads the artillery? Literary men lead the officers and soldiers, and the artillery fire is so accurate. Do you know mathematics?" ?”
Fang Yiren was stunned for a moment and replied: "Did your Majesty mean arithmetic? I have indeed learned the art of arithmetic from someone taught by the Heavenly Father in Taixi."
"Do you understand this?" Li Laiheng drew several triangle and parabola patterns on the ground. In fact, he was not particularly clear about the relationship between artillery ballistics and mathematics such as trigonometric functions. He only relied on hearsay from later generations to understand this. Just some vague perceptions.
On the contrary, when Fang Yiren saw the parabola and quadrant patterns drawn by Li Laiheng, his eyes lit up and he said: "What the king drew is close to Taixi's law calculation. When I calibrated the artillery bombardment in the army, I also used the Pythagorean moment to measure."
"The square weapon can measure the distance of the enemy camp, and the round weapon can measure the height of the musket head. After obtaining the height, distance, and near geometry, the bombardment can be calibrated, so it can be varied and accurate no matter where it is."
Luo Yanqing, Hao Yaoqi, and Zhang Pili were all confused by Fang Yiren's arithmetic terms. Although Li Laiheng didn't quite understand this half-literate mathematical theory, he still understood it.
But he understood that Fang Yiren might indeed have something. Fang Yiren seemed to have ballistics knowledge that was in line with Europe.
"Do you know Taixi's law and calculation? Then I won't kill you." Li Laiheng suppressed the slight excitement in his heart. Those cannons he captured in Yiling must not be swallowed up by the Little Tiger Team. Even breaking into the camp was difficult.
If it cannot be taken by itself, a considerable part of it must be given to Cao Ying.
But in Li Laiheng's view, talents like Fang Yiren who understand ballistics are far more important than dead objects like cannons. Why are the Manchus' artillery so powerful? It's not that the Manchus' military industry is far ahead of the Han people, but because
After the Wuqiao mutiny, Kong Youde packed up the new Denglai army cultivated by Xu Guangqi and Sun Yuanhua and gave it to Huang Taiji.
The cutting-edge cannons Kong Youde gave to the Manchus were secondary. The large number of gunners he brought to Liaodong who had received new training and craftsmen with relevant knowledge were the most important thing.
"Mr. Fang, as long as you teach everything you have learned to the rebel soldiers, then not only will I not kill you, I will definitely avenge you in the future and help you kill Yang Sichang."
Fang Yiren's hand trembled. Although he was not interested in the imperial examination, he was not uninterested in his official career. He taught all the rules he had learned to the bandits. How was this any different from being a bandit? But even if he escaped from the bandit camp, no matter how big the world was,
, has nowhere to stay, and will surely die at the hands of Yang Sichang.
Li Laiheng saw Fang Yiren's wavering and knew that since he could not die calmly, but instead made up a false name and wanted to save his life, there was room for persuasion. He then persuaded: "I have no intention of letting my husband follow the rebels. I just want my husband to teach me
After we use the method of artillery, I will naturally give a lot of money to Mr. Fang. At that time, Mr. Fang can imitate Tao Zhugong and go boating to the south of the Yangtze River to choose a good place, cultivate goods and do business, and travel for the rest of his life."
"This..." Li Laiheng's statement was gradually removing Fang Yiren's guard. He felt that according to Li Laiheng's words, he was not considered a thief. After completing the work and getting the money, he could remain anonymous and arrive at the airport.
When doing business in the south of the Yangtze River, you can also live a life of poetry, drinking and pure madness.
Fang Yiren was a little hesitant and asked tentatively: "Does the king really mean what he said? Is the king really willing to give me money and let me live?"
"This is natural, we are just our own masters. Besides, I feel the same way when Mr. Yang Sichang was framed!" Li Laiheng raised his head and sighed, and said with a sad look, "We rebels have no intention of fighting with the imperial court.
The dilemma is that the imperial court favored treacherous ministers like Yang Sichang, forcing us to have no food to eat, so we had no choice but to revolt, clear the emperor's side, and eliminate violence and bring peace to the country."
Fang Yiren complained in his heart, most of you Qin bandits captured the city in the early years of Chongzhen. At that time, not to mention Yang Sichang, even his father Yang He had not yet become a feudal official.
However, he was still moved by Li Laiheng's words and finally replied: "Then...since the king said this, the students will be disrespectful?"
"Okay, okay! Zhang Pizhu! Hurry up... well, take Mr. Fang to Yiling City first, settle him down, and by the way, get Mr. Fang a meal!"
Li Laiheng repeatedly said good things and quickly ordered Zhang Pili to take Fang Yiren back to Yiling. He also reminded Zhang Pili that Fang Yiren should be handed over to Uncle Qing and asked Li Changqing to help him settle down.
After Zhang Pizhu untied Fang Yiren and gently helped him leave, Li Laiheng's expression changed and he sternly told Hao Yaoqi: "Yaoqi, send me a few more people to keep an eye on Fang Yiren.
If he dares to act rashly, he will be punished by military law."
"Serving under military law?" Hao Yaoqi touched his head and asked, "What kind of military law?"
"You still have to ask? Just pick one of the most common military methods used in the camp! Anyway, you have to keep an eye on Fang Yiren and don't give him a chance to cause trouble."
"Okay, then leave it to me." Hao Yaoqi patted his chest with his big hand and replied, "Just chop off his hand! If he dares to mess around, we'll chop off his left hand first."
Luo Yanqing listened to the conversation between the two, frowned, and felt confused, so she asked: "Leader Li, do you want to accept this scholar as a military advisor?"
"Haha, no, no, Miss Luo, I'm just going to use him for a while. Just use him to do some small things." Li Laiheng didn't want to alert Luo Rucai to rob someone, so he had a haha fight with Luo Yanqing.