The pistol used for self-defense fell off the waistband, and things became a bit embarrassing.
As expected of Wu Nengyibatulu, with good skills and quick reactions, Jia Liu didn't care about the dropped pistol at all. He wiped the stone three times calmly, blew on it again, then bent down to pick up the pistol, and then started again.
Don't put it in your waistband.
He looked calm and acted as if no one else was around.
What gun and where did it come from?
The joke is, even if you have one, you can't give a gun as a gift to your father-in-law.
"Sir, please sit down!"
Jia Liu was still polite and his eyes were clear.
He believed that Mr. Gu understood him.
Indeed, Mr. Gu understood him, nodded slightly and sat down calmly: "There are no outsiders here. Since I'm here, let's talk about it."
"What do you think of my proposal, sir?"
Jia Liu sat directly on the small stone opposite, ignoring the water stains on it.
"Why do you think we will lose?"
"Sir, you should know better than me that you can come here. As you said, there are no outsiders here, so you might as well open the skylight and speak clearly. The war is about money, food, and population. With the current situation in Jinchuan, how long do you think it can last?
"
Jia Liu needed to point out to Mr. Gu that even if there were plateau soldiers fighting against the Qing Dynasty with them, they were destined to fail in the face of the absolute strength of the Qing court.
Before total failure, evacuating the women and children was their only option and last chance.
"Maybe, as you said."
Mr. Gu was silent for a moment, then stood up and looked in the direction of Menuo.
The current situation in Xiaojinchuan is very pessimistic. There are only more than 3,000 soldiers left under General Seng, and only more than 2,000 volunteers composed of Han, Miao and Yao people are left.
After Muguomu's victory, someone from Dajinchuan proposed negotiating with the Qing court. Although Sonomu did not agree to the proposal, he seemed to be wavering about continuing to unite against the Qing.
If Agui's counterattack cannot be resisted this time, something will happen to Da Jinchuan. Even if it can be resisted, it will be a defeat for Xiao Jinchuan.
Because they are no longer able to stop Da Jinchuan from encroaching on Xiao Jinchuan.
"From Shunzhi, Kangxi, Yongzheng, until now, for more than a hundred years, we, the people of the Ming Dynasty, have been fighting against the Qing court all the time. When a father dies, his son will go up, when a son dies, his grandson will go up, and when a man dies, a woman will go up.
...But we never gave in, and you know why?"
Mr. Gu turned to look at Jia Liu.
Jia Liu also stood up, which was polite.
"Because we are Han Chinese."
Mr. Gu's eyes fell on Xiang Jia Liu's bare forehead and the braid about a finger long that had just grown out on the back of his head.
Jia Liu didn't speak. It didn't matter what he said at this time.
"It is not terrible to overthrow a country. What is terrible is to overthrow the world, but the people who perish do not know it."
Mr. Gu shook his head and said frankly: "Master Jia is right. We can't sustain it for too long and we are doomed to fail. That's why I came to see you."
Jia Liuwei bowed slightly to express his understanding and respect for Mr. Gu.
"I heard from Yuan Guang, is your ancestor Jia Hanfu?"
Jia Liu nodded.
"Maybe you thought I would call your great-grandfather a traitor, but no, in my opinion he was a good official."
Mr. Gu's evaluation of the old man of the Jia family as a "good official" made Jia Liu feel that he was really unfilial to his descendants because he always wanted to dig out the old man.
"We have about four thousand women and children. Do you have a place to house them?"
"Don't worry, sir, I have already made arrangements for this matter."
With the governor of Sichuan here, it is definitely not difficult for Jia Liu to resettle women and children.
"good."
Mr. Gu was also very straightforward and asked Jia Liu directly if he had any other requests.
"this..."
Jia Liu was a little embarrassed, asking for a daughter in front of the father. Although it was not what outsiders imagined, it was still inconvenient for him to ask for a daughter.
After thinking for a moment, he asked Mr. Gu if he wanted artillery.
Mr. Gu was surprised: "Cannons? How many do you have?"
Jia Liudao: "There are always more than a dozen."
"How are you going to sell it?"
Without waiting for Jia Liu to bid, Mr. Gu bluntly said that they didn't have much money, and that they had previously purchased a batch of ordnance from some special channels, which cost a lot.
Jia Liu wanted to ask Mr. Gu which channel they bought from, so as to find a way to kill this channel and operate it exclusively, but it was not convenient to ask.
"Yuan Guang will discuss specific matters with you later. I'm just here to see you."
Mr. Gu actually wanted to leave right now.
Jia Liu hesitated for a moment: "Sir, with all due respect, are clothes really that important?"
"important."
Mr. Gu gave an affirmative answer, "We have died hundreds of millions of people for our clothes and hats, but as long as our clothes and hats are there, we are not dead."
Jia Liu expressed his understanding, but still asked: "Isn't it unwise for you to insist on knowing that you will die?"
"The place of righteousness is that life can lead to death, and death can lead to life!"
Mr. Gu laughed and said, "Go back. I'll be satisfied if you, Mr. Jia, can save some bones and blood for my Han family."
Jia Liu said sadly: "I wonder when I can see you again, sir?"
"goodbye?"
Mr. Gu glanced at the mountains in the distance and said, "If you and I never see each other again, if you want to in the future, you can take my daughter to burn some paper money for me during the Qingming Festival."
Before Jia Liu could react, Mr. Gu was already striding down the mountain.
This made Jia Liu stunned for five or six breaths. Seeing that Mr. Gu was about to walk away, he finally couldn't help shouting: "Sir, have you heard of this poem?"
"What does Mr. Jia mean?"
Mr. Gu's voice came from below.
"What do you want when your country is destroyed and your family is ruined? There is my teacher at the head of Xizi Lake. The sun and moon hang in the family tomb, and half of the world is in the Yue family temple!"
"It's Zhang Gong Cangshui's poem. Mr. Jia is very interested!...Thank you very much!"
Mr. Gu left, looking very relaxed.
He even hummed a song that Jia Liu had never heard before. The melody was like a Kangding love song he had heard in his previous life, but the lyrics were completely different.
This is a Liu Liu tune from Jinchuan.
Yang Yuchun stood under a big tree and stared blankly at Mr. Gu who was humming and walking away. He didn't know when Mr. Jia came to him.
"You can't see Yan Yingyuan, Zhang Huangyan, and Wen Anzhi in the book. Those who are alive are probably Mr. Gu."
Jia Liu sighed slightly and took Yang Yuchun back to Jimingyi.
Miss Gu Er, who had not seen her father, actually knew the answer a long time ago, but at this moment she still couldn't help but her eyes were wet and her nose was sore.
"Mr. Gu is back."
The speaker was Yang Yuchun.
Seeing the tears in the girl's eyes, Jia Liu couldn't bear it. Finally he sighed helplessly and said: "If you don't want to stay with me, I won't force you to stay. I will send someone to take you back now."
Miss Gu Er turned her back and wiped her eyes, then turned back and asked Jia Liu: "What did my father tell you?"
Jia Liu hesitated and said frankly: "My husband said that he and I will never see each other again in this life. If I have my heart, I will burn more paper money with you in the future."
"You agreed?"
"certainly."
Jia Liu nodded, "Are you coming with me or going back?"
"Where are you going?"
"Go back to Xiaozhai."
Miss Gu Er looked at the direction of her home, then at Jia Liu, who was about to mount his horse, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "I promised my father that I will go with you."