For safety reasons, Jia Liu refused to enter the area controlled by the rebels.
Yu Gong, so as not to threaten the emperor to order the princes;
When it comes to private matters, a gentleman will not stand behind a dangerous wall.
It's not that I'm afraid of death.
Death is not terrible, but the terrible thing is that death cannot wake up the sleeping Eight Banners disciples (Han Army).
Jia Liu thought this through very thoroughly.
There is no value in dying in vain.
If that kid from Fukang'an is trying to show off, he'll just fart.
Learn from those who have gone before and learn from those behind.
The meeting place was Jimingyi, which is now in charge of Bao Guozhong, Cui Hengyou and others, both of whom have been promoted to the Han Army's forward academy.
After learning that Mr. Jia was going to meet with the rebels, Bao and Cui immediately organized the backbone group still in Jimingyi to arrange the situation tightly so that no one could get in except flies.
Jia Liu originally thought that the other party might not be willing to come to Jimingyi, so the two sides negotiated and took a step back, and then they met face to face at the border between Chu and Han.
If possible, tables and chairs can be arranged so that the two parties can sit opposite each other and drink tea and talk.
In case of emergency, it would be nice to have something fall.
"Sir, according to your plan, the gunmen are hiding over there, the swordsmen are buried here, and the archers are hiding in that row of trees..."
Bao Guozhong gave a brief report on security work, and Jia Liu was very satisfied. Everyone has this alertness, so why worry about the Qing Dynasty not being destroyed... No, why worry about the Qing Dynasty not being prosperous.
The Jinchuan rebels must be viewed dialectically.
Sympathy is sympathy, and the two sides also have a certain basis for cooperation, but in the final analysis, the two sides still have essentially opposing interests.
The rebels wanted to rebel against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty. Jia Liu could rebel against the Qing Dynasty, but he would never restore the Ming Dynasty.
And this opposition to the Qing Dynasty also needs to be discussed.
Whether it is anti-Fa, anti-Eight Banners or anti-Family, it is worth studying.
After all, half of the members of the Gongjin Association were from the Eight Banners.
The slogan is also for the Qing Dynasty.
In addition, if the remnants belong to the remnants, the plateau people are also there, and the two must be treated differently.
Before clarifying the situation, Jia Liu must not unilaterally regard the survivors as reliable partners for cooperation, that is, he must never take risks.
When necessary, it also needs to be dealt with decisively.
But what he didn't expect was that Mr. Gu was not as chirpy as he thought and came directly to Jimingyi.
There was no entourage, only his daughter Gu Yuanyuan was with him.
Mr. Gu doesn't look old, he looks about thirty-five or sixty-six years old. He wears a net scarf on his head and the Confucian clothes unique to the Ming Dynasty scholars.
If he hadn't known in advance that this man was the leader of the Jinchuan survivors, Jia Liu would have just thought he was a master of social studies.
Miss Gu Er is no longer wearing men's clothing. She is wearing a green paddy field dress with a belt tied around her waist. She still has a sword-like and heroic look between her brows, but she still looks shameless at Jia Liu.
Maybe the prejudice is too deep.
Out of politeness, Jia Liu gave the father and daughter a kind smile. Miss Gu Er snorted and said three words without hearing the sound.
I don’t know if he is a fake Tatar, or shameless, or what.
Jia Liu judged that the words should not be nice, but this did not affect his mood. He stepped forward and cupped his fists: "Mr. Gu, I have heard about his reputation for a long time. When I meet him today, he is indeed a gentleman."
"..."
Mr. Gu felt that the other party said something, but he seemed to say nothing. He smiled slightly and said, "I haven't been out of Jinchuan for many years. Can Mr. Jia accompany me for a walk?"
After saying that, he looked around at the land and said, "Under your feet is my homeland."
"Sir, be careful,"
Bao Guozhong was afraid of an accident, so he lowered his voice to remind him.
Jia Liu glanced at Mr. Gu's waist casually, judging that there was no sharp weapon on him, and casually patted the gun on his waistband, which was still there.
He happily agreed: "I would like to accompany you sir!"
Mr. Gu nodded and signaled his daughter to wait for him at the post.
Even though Miss Gu Er was very reluctant, she still reluctantly agreed and looked at Jia Liu with a bit of resentment in her eyes.
This made Jia Liu feel a little embarrassed.
........
Mr. Gu was just walking around casually, and Jia Liu left him alone and didn't say anything serious. It was just an ordinary conversation.
Finally, the two of them went up to the high slope east of Jimingyi.
Mr. Gu suddenly smiled and said to Jia Liu, "That little follower of yours is very loyal."
"What?"
Jia Liu was stunned and looked back, seeing Yang Yuchun's figure disappearing in a flash and lying behind a stone.
He thought he couldn't see him from above, but he didn't know that he could be seen clearly from above.
It's like sleeping with a pile of books as a cover, thinking that the teacher on the podium doesn't know.
"It doesn't matter,"
Mr. Gu smiled and shook his head, looked north with his hands behind his hands, and after a long time murmured: "Is Yanjing okay?"
"Yanjing?"
Jia Liu didn't know how to answer. He couldn't just talk nonsense.
"Master Jia, do you know that I have been away from home for one hundred and twenty-eight years?"
This sentence made it even more difficult for Jia Liu to understand.
Mr. Gu sighed softly and recited a poem.
The poem goes: The nest in the gorge is sealed and the road back is closed. What do you think of Yunnan?
The cold soul of every inch of elixir is worn away, and it will never be worn away even if it is like cold smoke!
After reciting, he turned sideways and looked at Jia Liu: "Does Mr. Jia know this poem?"
Jia Liu shook his head, saying that he had little talent and little knowledge.
"This is the desperate poem of Lord Zuo Zhongzhen..."
Mr. Gu said that Duke Zuo Zhongzhen was Zuo Maodi who was killed by the Qing Dynasty as an envoy to Yanjing during the Hongguang period. He was Wen Tianxiang in the late Ming Dynasty. This poem was written by Zuo Gong before his execution.
"There are loyal ministers and righteous men in every dynasty and every generation."
It is inconvenient for Jia Liu to say too much. The hands of his old master Jia Hanfu are also stained with the blood of the Ming Dynasty's soldiers and civilians who resisted the Qing Dynasty.
"Yes, we Han people have loyal ministers and righteous men, and so do you bannermen,"
Mr. Gu turned around and looked at Jia Liu, "But I heard from Yuan Guang that you are greedy for life and afraid of death?"
"Yes or no."
Jia Liu quickly realized that people with the surname Lu arranged themselves when meeting people.
Mr. Gu said: "It's okay to be afraid of death. Who is not afraid of death... Throughout the ages, no one has ever died in life. How many people have left a lasting legacy in history?"
Jia Liu felt that these words were kind, objective and fair.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Gu suddenly changed the topic and praised him.
"In my opinion, you are not greedy for life and afraid of death, but you are as wise as a fool."
"Sir, you are a good judge of people."
Jia Liu must compliment him.
"It's not that I'm a good judge of people, but if you weren't greedy for life and afraid of death, how could you be as prosperous as you are today?"
Mr. Gu laughed and said, "To be honest, I was happy several times when I heard Yuan Guang tell you. But after thinking about it, I found that you, Mr. Jia, are really powerful. Others have to risk their lives to get promoted and make money.
, it’s better for you, it’s interesting to dye your hat red with someone else’s life.”
Jia Liu couldn't tell whether it was a compliment or a sarcasm, so he simply shut up and pretended not to hear anything.
"Actually, you are right to do this. If you want to be an official, a high official, how can you become one unless more people above you die?"
Jia Liu's heart trembled. He had met a close friend. When he was excited, he saw a stone beside him and asked Mr. Gu to sit down and chat.
I also saw fallen leaves blown by yesterday's rain and wind on the rocks. I quickly bent forward and wiped them with my sleeves.
After all, he is the prospective father-in-law, so it would not be wrong to be polite.
Unexpectedly, when I bent down, something fell to the ground and hit a small stone with a "thud" sound.
It is a short-handed gun made by Emperor Qianlong and was the weapon of Jia Liu's fortune.