Yantang Village is 50 miles west of Wendao College and is a famous coal producer in the western suburbs of Beijing.The kiln and the private kiln stand side by side.The number of kiln workers is innumerable.

The convex and uneven open space between the trees, the sun is like blood, and the final afterglow is printed.Outside the forest are hungry people who stop.More than a dozen people in Wen Dao College and seven or eight latte pickless kilns were vigilant and hidden from each other.

The atmosphere is rigid.

The two leading kilns were men of about thirty or forty years old, wearing short blue coats, thick hands and feet, and strong and strong.A surname, a surname.

Jia Huan took the initiative to say hello, polite and two leading kilns, exchanged names and identities.

The kiln worker looked up and down with Jia Huan a few eyes and said contemptuously: "Little doll, your family's adults are not kind."We sincerely ask for some food to live.He sent you a little doll to talk to us.I don't want to borrow food.

With that, the kung qin worker looked back, and the miners with iron picks and hammers behind him took half a step forward.Forced.The kiln worker looked at Jia Huan again and grinned.The threat is strong.

The corner of the mouth of Jia Huan was slightly smoking.By his experience, he saw the darkness of the world.To negotiate, I actually know in my heart that this matter is difficult to be good.But he still has hope that the rain has stopped, the contact between the mountains and the outside world will be restored at any time, and the kiln workers do not need to break the net.

But now, hope is still dashed.

Jia Huan sighed gently in his heart: his recent luck is not very good!Murphy's Law continues to be verified.

...

In a cloister on the west side of the school, mountain chief Zhang Anbo, Luo Yulang, Ye Yulang, Han Xiucai and others looked at the woods not far away, anxiously waiting for Jia Huan and Yi Junjie to negotiate the results.

Some disciples took a ladder on the wall of the college, rode on the wall, and passed the news outside.More than a hundred young and strong armed with wooden sticks and other simple weapons waiting under the wall under the leadership of Qin Hongtu.

The dense line of hungry people outside the mountains and the endless ones who can't see the end are really tingling.

Zhang Anbo turned to ask Han Xiucai around him, “Is there a good policy for the wise to withdraw from the enemy?”He is an old qualified sergeant.There is no problem with calling Hanna.

Han Xiucai was ashamed to say: "Senior Zhang, such a situation can't be done under the bottom."If we fight hard, we will surely lose.It depends on the decision of the head of the court.”

Zhang Anbo sighed softly and nodded his head.He put the life and death of six or seven hundred people on the shoulders of a nine-year-old child, and he really apologized in his heart.But he presided over the situation, and it did not solve the problem.

In the middle of the night, the mountains are like the sea.The heavy pressure condenses in the invisible air.

...

For about half an hour, Jia Huan and the two leaders of the kiln workers reluctantly reached an agreement to provide food: the school will give porridge to the hungry people in the form of disaster relief, and at the same time ask the hungry people to maintain order when they enter the porridge of the college in batches.The library will be able to connect with the outside world tomorrow.

Subsequently, Jia Huan led people back to the library and prepared.

In the mountains, several people led by the kiln workers gathered to discuss.The atmosphere is relaxed.The agreement just now, they did not pay attention to it.The library has food.As for the pursuit of the court afterwards, what are they afraid of by the outlaws?

The kung futon worker laughed and said, “Old Fang, they want us to send someone in to get the porridge to eat, and follow the rules.”What is the bad idea for the rabbit?“What’s enough for a bowl of porridge?”

One of them laughed with a scar: “Reading has a lot of eyes.But that little boy must have a low eye!Haha.”

Some of the leaders laughed.

The kiln worker smiled and said, “Just inside should be outside.”We avoid having more hands and feet.Old hole, old nine, you arranged it.Do it after an hour.”

...

When the sky gradually darkened, the wise monk of Tamha Temple arrived with ten monks and more than a dozen monks.There are also disciples of the library who are staying at the Tanyu Temple.

Shanchang Zhang Anbo, Ye Yulang, Luo Yulang, Wu Yulang, Jia Huan, Gong Sun Liang, Luo Xiangyang, Pangze, Han Xiucai and other more than 20 coefficients gathered in the bright lights of Ming Luntang to discuss countermeasures.The meeting was chaired by Jia Huan.

Jia Huan preliminarily judged that the hungry people are likely to have given control to the outlaws.Otherwise, the kiln workers will, like the villagers, accept the relief of the Wandao College and accept the jurisdiction.This is normal, a hero.Of course, these outlaws are not heroes.

Therefore, Jia Huan did not intend to implement the agreement at all.Otherwise, the kiln door, which claims to have 3,000 hungry people, can an agreement be reached in half an hour?Jia Huan only wanted to get a buffer time of 2 hours.

Time is running out, and the atmosphere in the hall is very tense.Everyone discussed it, and the meeting lasted one hour.Under the deployment of Jia Huan, the soldiers who had taken the task left Minglun Hall and each performing their duties.

At the entrance of Ming Luntang, Jia Huan held the colonnade, and silently looked at the gloomy starry sky.

Jacqueline knows exactly what he’s good at.It is management, it is the preparation of the plan, it is the knowledge and insight that has been leading for hundreds of years.But to say that the military, personal force, command and fight, this is not what he is good at.At best, he was on the level of street fighting and puffing anger.

As a modern person, there are very few and very few things about facing life and death.At most, it was a car accident, illness, etc.Civil society is still quite good in order and security.The current situation has made him somewhat speechless and liver pain.

Yes.There is no confusion, hesitation, sadness!

Mr. Lu Xun wrote in "Memorial of Liu and Jinjun": really fierce, dare to face the bleak life, dare to face the blood!Jia Huan is well aware of the burdens, expectations and responsibilities he now shoulders.

Since his father's teaching, the cultivation of life has made him not lack a strong will and courage to face difficulties.

The man is iron!

When Jia Huan was sad, Wei Yang walked behind Jia Huan and reminded him: "The hospital is the head, the time has come."

Jia Huan turned back, suppressed all kinds of negative emotions in his heart with strong reason, and calmly ordered: "Open the door of the college!"

Come on!

...

The doors of the library are slowly opening.Scarface old nine with more than 20 brothers mixed in the first batch of more than 200 hungry people, lined up to enter the scene.According to the agreement, the kiln workers will go to the porridge in a batch of 200, every half an hour, in turn to the Wen Dao College to receive porridge.

On a small hill on the west side of the school, several torches were lit, and the people and the hole were hugged by the crowd, and the corners of the mouth were conspiratorially, and they watched the scar face of the old nine and others entering in batches.

After entering the college, I saw several of the students and villagers of the college holding wooden sticks and loudly maintaining order, "Going along the cloister, there is porridge to eat, don't mess up."A group of 10 people.”In the cloister basket is placed in the porch bowl, earth bowl.

“There are a lot of tricks.Is this useful?”The scar face muttered in his heart, took a bowl, and went to a partial hall.After entering the door, there was a row of desks in the hall, and behind the desk, a student sat.There are a total of 10.

“Uncle, your last name?”

"No name, everyone in the mine calls me Old Nine."

“Uncle, age?”

“32.”

“Is there any family in the team?”

Ten consecutive questions, the old nine were irritable with the scalar face, and a small child sat in the last position.Old Nine recognized it in an instant, which was the head of the Wen Dao College that had just gone out to negotiate.

Obviously, this is the leader of the other party.The old man's face unconsciously felt the sharp dagger in his arms.The eyes were drawn in the child’s throat.

Jia Huan looked at the answer to the paper that came over: dangerous people.Sign the pledge and hand the paper to the old man of the scar, "This is the certificate of the porridge, take it."Pointing to the path, "Turn left and go straight."

The old man of the scar face resisted the impulse to kill him, turned left and entered the door.Practicing together.

“What!”

Something seemed to fall to the ground.

...

Gradually time passed.The first batch of 200 hungry people all entered the school.The kiln worker narrowed his eyes.Scarface 9 did not launch an attack as agreed.

When asked, it was suggested that an immediate attack be made.But the leader of the kiln shook his head and assigned: "Sherlock, you bring more than a dozen brothers into it."

Half an hour later, the kiln worker once again assigned a leader to bring several brothers in.

After half an hour, there was still no sign of internal response in the library.The kiln’s heart gradually sank.

A large number of victims came out of the library.Soon, new news spread among the hungry.“The food in the library is big enough to eat for three days.Tomorrow I will be able to talk to the mountain.Then food will come in.”

The hungry people of the kiln workers broke out cheering.The crowd that had not yet been assigned to enter the library to receive the porridge was ambred.Crowded forward.The scene is somewhat confusing.

At this time, the kiln worker felt a little cool.He could feel the scene out of control.

When the third batch of 200 hungry people completely entered the Wen Dao College, a large number of villagers hit torches, armed with weapons, and poured out from the gate of Wen Dao College.The swift, powerful and powerful rush to the victims of the disaster, "the court arrested the bandits, only the evil, the rest do not ask."

“The court’s arrest of the bandits, only the evil, the rest do not ask.”

“The court’s arrest of the bandits, only the evil, the rest do not ask.”

The sound of the mountains is loud.No one knows how many young people are in the library.When the kiln workers were about to organize resistance, the shouts broke out behind their own ranks, and the youth and strong of the college were in peace.I don’t know how many people are screaming in the dark.

The leading monks, armed with steel knives, would be killed by miners holding iron picks to resist.The blood is full.

The situation collapses in an instant!

...

Outside the library, there is a slogan of “squatting down and not killing”.The mountains are full.The gongs.

At this time, Jia Huan had returned from the partial hall to Minglun Hall in the front of the college.Spreading rumors and appeasing the victims is all done by Han Xiucai and all the people.On the frontal battlefield, he entrusted the monks of Tanyang Temple to Huilai, the Qin Hongtu, Yi Junjie and Yao Wei of the Wandao College.

In Minglun Hall, the mountain chief Zhang Anbo, Ye Yulang, Luo Liang Lang, Wu Yulang, Gongsun Liang, Pangze, Zhiwu Monk and others showed joy.The women and children in the library, the men who were waiting for the news, were full of joy.

Everyone is talking about the situation.In the hall, in the dormitory, in the lecture hall, in the cloister, in the kitchen, in the grain store.There are worries, there are relief, relaxation, there is joy, there are tears.All kinds of emotions, burst out, in the school over a huge cheer!A violent outburst after the repression!

The most dangerous time has passed!

won.

Jia Huan did not participate in everyone's discussion, walked to the door, he wanted to be alone.Suddenly an irresistible weariness came.Jia Huan sat on the threshold, laughing, and suddenly, tears came out.(Unfinished.