Han’s Son is Not a Slave

Since Zhou Shixiang's subordinates were all recruited by Zhou Shixiang to supplement the military barracks, Liao Ruixiang, the new deputy magistrate, has really become the magistrate of the county. Not even a single person to talk to. △↗Top top novel,

Without his subordinates, he can't go to the city to help guard, and he can't take care of things in the back camp, so Liao Zhixian has become the only idler in Xinhui City. Anyway, the old man who burned the fire still has something to do. It is to cook a meal for his county honorable master. His county honor is good, and there is nothing to do.

Liao Ruixiang has actually seen through life and death. When he was reported to write an anti-poem and thrown into prison to prepare for the fall, his heart was half dead. The neck shrank, ready to wait for the knife. He never thought that the sky would never stop him, and the Taiping Army actually changed him out of prison!

What happened next gave the already dead old man Liao some vitality. Especially after being appointed as the magistrate of Xinhui, the old man was really radiant and devoted himself to the affairs of the county government as if he had eaten an aphrodisiac. After the Qing army attacked the city again and again and the Taiping army repelled the Qing army again and again, but was still besieged in the lonely city of Xinhui, old man Liao's mentality changed slightly. What changed this time was not regret, or fear of life and death, but a kind of negativity—a negativity without hope.

When Duke Xiang of Song found Liao Ruixiang, he was playing chess with the burning old man hiding in the backyard.

Liao Ruixiang was born as a scholar, and although his family was not wealthy, he was well-off. As a scholar, he is good at chess, calligraphy and painting. If you can't learn anything else, you will definitely know how to play chess, so regardless of whether it's Go or chess, old man Liao has drilled very deeply. In order to cooperate with the Taiping army to defend the city and maintain order in the city, the old man was very busy. I don't have much time to find someone to play chess. After he was free this time, he was thinking about finding someone to kill two games. However, after looking around, he couldn't find a suitable opponent. In the old man's opinion, the only person in the city who was worthy of his opponent was Song Xianggong. chess? Helplessly, his eyes could only be placed on the head of Old Wang Huo Huo, who he thought was also an idler like him.

After briefly asking Lao Wangtou if he would play chess, Lao Wangtou nodded decisively and said that he could kill a few rounds of chariots. This answer disappointed Liao Ruixiang, but he was still pleasantly surprised, because he thought that this old man didn't know a single big character. I definitely can't play chess, who knows that people can play chess, although it's just chess played by ordinary people in the market, but it's also chess!

Gossip aside, Liao Ruixiang quickly grabbed the old king's head, searched for the backyard, put it on a chessboard and fought against him. It was strange to say that this old king's head was extremely talented or had been in the county government for many years. Ruixiang killed a lot of people, and he even gave a county magistrate to the general in several fights. The old man Liao was both anxious and happy. He didn't even bother to eat the meal, and he and Lao Wangtou fought on the chessboard all day.

The sudden arrival of Song Xianggong brought Liao Ruixiang back to his senses from the chessboard. Lao Wangtou has been in the county office for so many years, so he naturally has a vision. Seeing that Song Xianggong's face was not good-looking, he hurriedly retired.

Liao Ruixiang was also a little uneasy, not knowing what Song Xianggong was looking for him, and how to treat him. fine. Song Xianggong did not scold him for playing with things, nor did he teach him a lesson with his identity, after all, it was about age. Liao Ruixiang was a round older than Song Xianggong, and Song Xianggong was not a harsh person by nature, so naturally he would not care about his leisurely life.

After the rough general said that Lord Qianhu was going to hold a military-civilian meeting, Song Xianggong asked Liao Ruixiang to quickly prepare with him.

As soon as he heard that there was something to do, Liao Ruixiang also knew the importance of it. It is still unknown whether the city can hold on to it, but if it can do something, it will do something.

There are a lot of empty spaces in the city, and most of the Xinhui city has been demolished, so it is easy to find a venue that can accommodate thousands of people.

The venue was determined to be more than a mile away from the east side of the county government office. There used to be Caishikou where the head was beheaded.

After the venue was confirmed, Song Xianggong and Liao Ruixiang acted separately. The former went to the camp veterans in the back camp, while the latter went to organize the remaining Xinhui residents. Considering that Liao Ruixiang is now the head of the bare county, Song Xianggong thoughtfully divided a team of 30 soldiers he brought with him, so it was more convenient to do things like this.

The rear battalion has implemented a semi-military system as early as the establishment of the battalion. The camp elders and battalion managers are responsible for the residents. Whether it is daily life or the transfer of troops, there are corresponding manpower to organize and maintain order. Song Xianggong just gave a brief notice, and the camp elders and the camp managers would implement it, and bring the camp residents to the designated area of ​​the venue to assemble.

Liao Ruixiang spent some time talking. First, the young and strong men among the residents of the Xinhui were all recruited to supplement the Taiping Army. Second, their management was not as meticulous as that of the rear camp, so most of the work was busy. After an hour, Liao Ruixiang gathered people in batches. Almost all of the people were old and weak, women and children, weeping and crying along the way.

Because the top priority is to convene a military-civilian meeting first, Song Xianggong put the selection of An Jun's envoy to the back.

By the time Houying and Xinhui residents all gathered at the venue, it was about a quarter of the time of Shenshi (approximately around 3:20 pm in the future). Thousands of people gathered together, which is rarely seen in the past. Just maintaining order is enough to make people anxious to curse. At present, because most of the campers are organized, so although there is still some chaos~www.wuxiaspot.com~, they can generally keep quiet. Soldiers are trying their best to maintain.

After each battalion received the notice, except for a test hundred households on each side of the city wall to lead a team of soldiers to monitor the movements of the Qing army outside the city, all the rest were ordered to gather at the meeting place.

Because I don't know what happened, and there have been rumors about breaking through the siege in the past two days, everyone in the venue was secretly whispering, whispering about the purpose of Qianhu calling everyone.

For these private discussions, Song Xianggong only did not know, but if anyone dared to shout or speak, he would immediately suppress it.

Time passed, and the Xiongwei camp stood on the east side of the venue under the leadership of Shao Jiugong, the Zhenlu camp stood on the south side of the venue under the leadership of Ge Yi, and the trap camp stood on the north side of the venue under the leadership of Tie Yi. Under the leadership of Qin Zhisheng, the camp stood on the west side of the venue. The campers and residents stood in the gaps where the camps joined each other, and in the middle was the high platform where the head was beheaded at Caishikou.

Zhou Shixiang arrived at the venue on time at three quarters of Shenshi, and with him were the officers and soldiers of the Guard Battalion. Baihu Jiang He stood behind Zhou Shixiang, and on his left stood Li Fuguo, who was as puzzled as most people. (To be continued.)