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Although Chen Fan had kindly informed him about Fang Qifo's desire to see him, the matter didn't progress further as the imperial army resumed their assault on the city that afternoon. Search: (\, Complete, Book, Divine, Station,) to read high-quality literature for free.

Tong Guan's attack on Hangzhou and the Fang La uprising posed the biggest challenge to the newly established Yongle Dynasty. If they could overcome this, everything would fall into place; otherwise, everything would be an illusion. Fang Qifo and others were racking their brains over this. Ning Yi found it somewhat unexpected that he would be mentioned suddenly, but it was certainly nothing major. At such a crucial time, if he thought that a small fry like himself was a problem, he might not have survived, so it must have been a casual mention when Liu Xigua was brought up, which Chen Fan then noted down.

After the beginning of October, the weather became increasingly cold. Ning Yi shared the same view as Chen Fan and Fang Qifo: the city might not be taken for now, but Tong Guan certainly wouldn't give up. The several attacks organized before the snow were extremely fierce. On two occasions, it was said that internal spies assisted, allowing the imperial soldiers to suddenly break into the city, but the city walls were eventually recaptured.

In these two battles, the two vanguard teams that broke into the city were cut off from communication. After bitter fighting, they were almost entirely wiped out, with only a few soldiers scattering and hiding throughout the city. However, most of them were eventually found. Hangzhou was different now than it had been four months ago. Back then, the city was filled with residents, merchants, wealthy gentlemen, and officials, and the law was still in place. When Fang La's elite troops entered the city, it was difficult to root them out. Now, with numerous rebel soldiers mixed in, it had truly become a people's war. The soldiers searched without restraint, and the residents were fearful. Soldiers who were caught were met with a grim end.

Ning Yi didn't know if Wenren Bu'er was involved in these events. Since the Badao Camp officially turned against Bao Daoyi, he hadn't had much contact with Wenren Bu'er. During that time, small-scale conflicts and even vendettas between the two sides had intensified. Even if Ning Yi wanted to leave Xiliu Street, he needed a group of people to ensure his safety. Later, when the state of war began, he went out of Xiliu Street even less.

He could no longer participate in what Wenren Bu'er was doing, nor should he continue to participate. Fang Qifo and Wang Yin had already returned. He was now just a strategist in the Badao Camp. If he caused too much trouble, it would be a death wish. Hangzhou wasn't a society ruled by law. If people truly feared you, they wouldn't need evidence to kill you.

The Wenlie Academy no longer held formal classes, but the teachers and students were still there. Besides organizing the scholars to discuss the details of what he called capital operations and social operations, and writing articles that were weakly reasoned but demanded brilliant literary style, he was also organizing various activities for a group of students who were willing to attend. The most basic was to have these students help treat the wounded near the city walls, teaching them basic first aid techniques. They also began to discuss various techniques for wilderness marching, survival, setting traps and mechanisms, and even planting and building.

These students were mostly from farming families. In the wild, many had the ability to survive and even kill. Their elders were, after all, military generals, and they had secretly passed down some techniques that could be used on the battlefield or in the wild. What Ning Yi did was to gather these techniques, share them, and record them one by one. In the increasingly cold weather, he also organized repeated simulation exercises for the students. For these young people, these were quite interesting.

Chen Fan and An Xifu often came over. Although they had some disagreements when they attacked Bao Daoyi, their personal relationship was still very good. Chen Fan was somewhat displeased with Ning Yi's training of these students: "The way you're acting, you think we can't defend Hangzhou."

"It's not that there's no possibility of defending it, but we have to plan for the worst. Besides, even if we do defend it, it's just the beginning."

"That's more like it. Don't worry, with me here, the city won't fall." Chen Fan said this often, but once after a while, he added: "Hey, if the city really falls, what are you going to do?"

"I'll have to find a way to send my wives back. As for me, we'll see..."

"...That makes sense."

Chen Fan smiled and patted Ning Yi on the shoulder.

So every time he came, he taught these young men how to use knives and practice martial arts. He wasn't just putting on a show, but directly had them fight with bare hands or blunt weapons. With him watching, nothing serious would happen, but every time the academy was turned into a chaotic battlefield, and the children were beaten black and blue, and used each other as tools for bandaging practice.

After the start of the war, An Xifu no longer needed to manage the city's security. The Black Feather Guards became military judges on the city walls. Compared to Chen Fan's affability, An Xifu had his usual indifference. This might be the mood developed from often killing his own people, coupled with his famously handsome face, which made him very popular among unmarried women or married women. He had vaguely learned about what the Badao Camp was going to do from Chen Fan. It was said that the two had debated and argued several times.

An Xifu was pessimistic about the Badao Camp's ideal of holding elections to build a communal society, but he still often came to see it, teaching a group of children small tricks for wilderness survival and bandaging, and also talked about agricultural matters. According to Chen Fan, this guy was a good hand at farming, working hard when transplanting rice seedlings or harvesting rice.

"When I was young, my family was well-off. My dad was a pig butcher, and my mom was very beautiful, a well-known beauty for miles around, knowledgeable and reasonable." Once when everyone was sitting around eating hot pot, An Xifu briefly talked about his background, "My maternal grandfather was originally a scholar, but he died young due to poor health, so the family declined. My dad had money, so he married my mom. Everyone said it was like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung, but my dad was pretty good, with a good temper and good nature. His family was poor before, but it gradually got better. After I was born, he gave me this name, meaning to cherish blessings."

"Later, my mom caught the eye of the county magistrate. My dad got into a lawsuit, was beaten in the county government. My mom sent almost all of her family's belongings, and pawned her fields to find doctors everywhere. When my dad died, he said that people should be honest, and although the family has fallen, it will rise again slowly. People should cherish blessings and not mess around... But after my mom died, there was nothing worth cherishing anymore, and then... Of course, the county official died, haha..."

Perhaps because time had passed, he didn't use too much embellishment when talking about such things, but simply stated them, with an indifferent expression. But when he laughed at the end, there was a bit of warmth, forming an unspeakable contrast. Everyone could only laugh along. In fact, if it weren't for being extremely miserable, who would risk their lives to fight? In Hangzhou today, people with such pasts are not uncommon.

With winter coming, one of the best pastimes for everyone was naturally to gather together to eat hot pot and chat. Sometimes a table would be set up in the study of the main house, and Liu Xigua would participate, with Ning Yi, Liu Tiannan, Du Sha, and others accompanying her, eating and saying a few words. Gathering with Chen Fan and others was much more lively, and Fang Shuchang and others would also come to participate. Most of the time, of course, he stayed at home with his wives and Xiao Chan. Lu Hongti was now considered one of them, sitting together to play Gomoku, talking and chatting.

Su Tan'er was more than four months pregnant. Although it wasn't to the point of hindering her walking, she usually only moved around near the small courtyard. Ning Yi was afraid that she would be bored, so he let her occasionally help bind various articles, or sort through the wilderness survival and medical materials collected from the children. Su Tan'er was, after all, a merchant by origin, and she was quite sensitive to the relations of production and the principles of capital operation mixed in the articles. She would occasionally discuss a few words with Ning Yi.

But for her, perhaps it was more that she felt that these principles were very simple things. Her husband... wanted to use the words of the sages to explain the way of business. Did he want to become a great merchant like Tao Zhu Gong, and even want to pass down the way of business to the world? Although no one had done such a thing before, it always felt a little strange.

The way of business, after all, doesn't enter the hall of elegance. Although these principles can be used to explain some relationships between people, but... it's like collecting the foot bindings of ten thousand brothel girls. Although it's difficult to do, if someone does it, it will only make people feel bored or even perverted. On the other hand, those wilderness survival skills made her feel very valuable.

Su Tan'er was, after all, too familiar with business. She had a lot of knowledge about people's hearts, but she didn't know how useful this kind of analysis of human nature was, because "isn't the matter obvious there?". On the other hand, Lu Hongti, also as a leader of a mountain stronghold, was more sensitive to many things in the Badao Camp, especially those seemingly boring elections.

"What do you want to do here?"

"Promote democracy."

She asked, and Ning Yi nonchalantly confessed and entertained her with various modern terms. Of course, she couldn't understand many deep things, but she could naturally understand the simple operations. Ning Yi also said it very shallowly: "In the mountain stronghold, you can't really see any use for it, but if the country operates like this... would you still need to go up the mountain? But don't think too much about it. For the time being, don't consider this in the Lvliang area."

Compared to the upheaval in the autumn, when countless things piled up together, time seemed to freeze in this winter due to the sudden drop in temperature. The days passed by, with the sounds of war outside the city. Su Tan'er and Xiao Chan were secretly prepared for the possible fall of the city, but the city was not breached after all. During wartime, the various relationships in the Badao Camp were exceptionally simple, with no unnecessary welcomes or send-offs, or hypocritical social interactions.

During the day, he taught the children, greeted some acquaintances. At night, the courtyard lit up with warm yellow candlelight, chatting and laughing with his wives, Xiao Chan, Juan'er, and others, listening to the distant sounds from outside the city. The moonlight in the sky brightened and dimmed, and the bare sycamore tree stood quietly outside the window, unmoved by the wind and rain. Sometimes, it suddenly felt that these days were more like a Shangri-La than in Jiangning.

He was doing abstract work day by day. In early November, the first snow fell, and Tong Guan stopped trying to attack the city. The entire city of Hangzhou became even quieter. It might not be until next spring that there would be more things to do. Ning Yi was mentally prepared for this and made some plans in these predictions. However, on the eighth day of November, perhaps what could be considered the last accident of this trip to Hangzhou still came to the door unintentionally.

Like an arrangement with a beginning and an end in the dark, on this day, he finally killed Bao Daoyi. (To be continued.) Vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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