Although Fang Qisfo had been informed by Chen Fan that he wanted to see him, there was no further follow-up since the army of the imperial court started to attack the city again in the afternoon.
Tong Guan's attack on Hangzhou and Fang La's uprising were the biggest challenges for the newly established Yongle Dynasty. If they could get over it, everything would be settled. If they couldn't, everything would be illusory. Fang Qisfo and the others were racking their brains for it. Ning Yi was a little surprised that they suddenly mentioned him, but it wouldn't be a big deal. At such a critical time, if he thought there was something wrong with a small fry like him, he might have no way to survive. He must have mentioned it when talking about Liu Daguan, and then Chen Fan remembered it.
After early October, the weather had become colder and colder. Ning Yi's opinion was similar to that of Chen Fan and Fang Qifo. They might not be able to conquer the city for the time being, but Tong Guan certainly wouldn't give up. The few attacks he organized before the snow were all very fierce. Twice, it was said that the spies in the city helped the soldiers of the imperial court break into the city, but the city wall was still taken back.
In these two battles, the two vanguard troops that broke into the city were cut off. After a hard battle, most of them were killed or wounded. A few soldiers were scattered and mixed into various places in the city, but most of them were found out later. At this time, Hangzhou was different from four months ago. At that time, there were all kinds of residents, merchants, gentry, officials, and laws. When Fang La's elite troops entered the city, it was difficult to find them. At this time, many volunteer troops were mixed in the city, and it really became a vast ocean of people's war. The soldiers searched unscrupulously, and the residents were afraid of trouble. Once the soldiers who entered the city were found out, they wouldn't have a good ending.
Ning Yi didn't know whether Wenren Buer was involved in these things or not. Since the Tyrant's Blade Camp and Bao Daoyi officially turned against each other, he and Wenren Buer didn't have much contact. At that time, the small-scale conflicts and even vendettas between the two sides had become white-hot. Even if Ning Yi wanted to go out of Xiliu Street, he needed a group of people to ensure his safety. Later, when they entered a state of war, he left Fine Willow Street even less.
At this moment, he could no longer participate in what Wenren Bu 'er wanted to do, and it was not appropriate for him to continue participating. Fang Qi Fo, Wang Yin, and the others had already returned. Now, he was merely a counselor in the Tyrant's Blade Camp. If he caused too much trouble, he would really be courting death. At that time, Hangzhou was not a legal society. If people really started to fear you, they would not need evidence to kill.
Wenlie Academy no longer held formal classes at this time, but the teachers and students were still there. Other than organizing the group of scholars to discuss the details of the operation of capital and the operation of society, and writing articles that were far-fetched but required magnificent literary talent, he was also organizing various things for a group of students who were willing to come to class. The most basic thing was to let these students go to the vicinity of the city wall to help treat the wounded, so that they could learn all kinds of basic treatment methods. In addition, they also began to explore all kinds of outdoor marching, survival, setting traps, mechanisms, and even planting and building skills.
These students used to be farmers. In the wild, many of them had the ability to survive and even kill people. After all, their elders in the family were generals in the army. Some of the methods and skills that could be used on the battlefield or in the wild were also taught in private. What Ning Yi did was to let them gather these skills and exchange what they lacked. He recorded them one by one. In the increasingly cold weather, he also organized the students to carry out a series of simulation exercises. For these youths, this was a rather interesting thing.
Chen Fan and An Xifu often came over. Although the two of them had some differences when they attacked Bao Daoyi, they were still very good friends in private. Chen Fan was a little displeased with Ning Yi's training of these students in some aspects. "By doing this, you must think that we can't defend Hangzhou."
"It's not that we can't defend it, but we have to be prepared for the worst. Moreover, even if we can really defend it, it's just the beginning."
"That's more like it. Don't worry, as long as I'm here, the city won't be breached." Chen Fan said this every time, but after a while, he said, "Hey, if the city is really breached, what are you going to do?"
"We have to find a way to send my wife back. Let's talk about me later …"
"… That's reasonable."
Chen Fan smiled and patted Ning Yi's shoulder.
Therefore, every time he came over, he would teach these young people how to use knives and martial arts. He didn't put on a show, but directly let them fight bare-handed or with blunt weapons. With him watching, nothing would happen. However, every time, the academy would be in a mess, as if it was a battlefield. A group of children would be beaten black and blue, and they would become tools to bandage each other's wounds and practice.
After the war, the security in the city no longer needed An Xifu to manage. The Black Feather Guards on the city wall became military judges. Compared to Chen Fan's amiability, An Xifu had his usual indifference. This might be the emotion that he developed from killing his own people. Coupled with his famous handsome face, he had always been very popular among the unmarried and married women. He had vaguely learned from Chen Fan what the Tyrant's Blade Camp wanted to do. It was said that the two of them had argued several times.
As for the Tyrant's Blade Camp's dream of building a harmonious society through elections, An Xifu held a pessimistic attitude. However, he would often come over to take a look. He would teach a group of children how to survive in the wild, how to bandage their wounds, and he would also talk about farming. According to Chen Fan, this guy was good at farming, and he worked very hard when it came to transplanting seedlings or harvesting rice.
"When I was young, my family was very well off. My father was a butcher, and my mother was very beautiful. She was a great beauty that everyone knew. She was well-educated and reasonable." Once, when everyone sat together to eat hotpot, An Xifu roughly explained his life experience. "My grandfather's family was originally a scholar, but his health was poor and he died early. His family could be considered to have declined. My father was rich, so he married my mother. Everyone says that a flower is stuck on cow dung, but my father was very good. He was good-tempered and had a good temper. My family used to be poor, but they slowly got better. After I was born, he gave me this name. It means to cherish one's good fortune.
"Later, the county magistrate took a fancy to my mother. My father was sued and was punished by the county magistrate. My mother gave away almost all of her belongings and pawned her land to find a doctor. When my father died, he said that people should know their place. Although our family has declined, it will slowly rise again. We should cherish our good fortune and not act recklessly … However, after my mother died, there was no more good fortune to be had. Then … the county magistrate died, hehe … "
Perhaps it had been a long time, but when he talked about this kind of thing, he did not exaggerate too much. He just said it plainly, and his expression was somewhat indifferent. However, when he smiled at the end, there was a bit of a warm feeling, which formed an indescribable contrast. Everyone could only smile along. In fact, if it wasn't for the extreme sorrow, who would be willing to risk their lives? In today's Hangzhou city, it was not uncommon to see people with such a past.
When winter came, one of the best pastimes for everyone was naturally to gather together to eat hotpot and chat. Sometimes in the study of the main house, there would be a table, and Liu Watermelon would also participate. Ning Yi, Liu Tiannan, Du Sha and the others would accompany them, eating and chatting. It was much more lively with Chen Fan and the others, and Fang Shuchang and the others would also come to participate. Naturally, he spent more time at home with his wife and Xiaochan. Lu Hongti was now considered one of them, sitting together to play five-in-a-row chess, chatting and chatting.
Su Tan'er was already more than four months pregnant. Although it was not to the extent of hindering her walking, she usually only walked around the small courtyard. Ning Yi was afraid that she would be bored, so he occasionally asked her to help him bind up various kinds of articles, or to organize the wilderness survival and medical information collected by the children. After all, Su Tan'er was also a businessman, and was quite sensitive to the production relations and the operation of capital mixed in the articles. Occasionally, she would discuss with Ning Yi.
However, to her, she probably felt that these principles were very simple. Her husband … wanted to use the words of a saint to explain the way of business. Could it be that he wanted to become a great merchant like Tao, Zhu, and Fan Li, and wanted to spread the way of business to the world? Although no one had done this kind of thing before, it still felt a little strange.
After all, the path of the Shang Family was not elegant. Although these principles could be used to explain the relationship between people, but … it was like collecting the foot-binding cloth of ten thousand brothel girls. Although it was difficult to do, if someone did it, it would only make people feel bored or even perverted. On the contrary, she felt that the means of survival in the wilderness were very valuable.
After all, Su Tan'er was too familiar with the way of business. She had a good understanding of the human heart, but she did not know how useful this kind of analysis of human nature was. After all, "things are obvious." On the contrary, Lu Hongti, who was also the leader of a mountain village, was more sensitive to many things in the Tyrannical Blade Camp, especially the previous few seemingly boring elections.
"What do you want to do here?"
"Promote democracy."
Since she asked, Ning Yi answered her frankly and used various modern words to fool her. Of course, she didn't understand many of the deeper things, but she could naturally understand the simple way of operation. Ning Yi explained it very simply. "Actually, I can't see any use for it in the mountain village. But if this is how the country operates … Do you still need to go up the mountain? But don't think too much about it. For the time being, stay with Lu Liang. Don't think about this. "
Compared to the wandering of autumn, where countless things piled up together, this winter, time seemed to have been frozen by the sudden drop in the weather. As the days passed, the sounds of war rumbled outside the city. In fact, Su Tan'er and Xiaochan had secretly prepared for the possibility that the city might be breached, but the city had not been breached. During the war, the various relationships in the Tyrannical Blade Camp were very simple. There were no unnecessary greetings or false social interactions.
During the day, they taught the children and greeted some familiar people. At night, the courtyard was lit with yellow candles. They chatted and laughed with their wives, Xiaochan, Juan'er, and the others. They also listened to the sounds coming from outside the city in the distance. The moonlight in the sky brightened and dimmed. The Chinese parasol tree, which had lost all its leaves, stood quietly outside the window. It was motionless even in the wind and rain. Sometimes, they suddenly felt that these days were more like a paradise than when they were in Jiangning.
They did practical work day after day. At the beginning of November, the first snow fell. Outside the city, Tong Guan stopped trying to attack the city, and the whole city of Hangzhou became more and more quiet. Ning Yi might have to wait until the spring of next year before he would have more things to do. Ning Yi had already mentally prepared himself for this and made some future plans based on this prediction. However, on the 8th of November, perhaps the last accident of his trip to Hangzhou still came to him inadvertently.
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