Chapter 87
Liang Cunhou paused for a moment before saying this and said: "I'm afraid that the princes in the dynasty are just as stubborn as they were against the Donglu. If this book is not taken seriously, they will never recognize the face of the thieves, use weapons and soldiers indiscriminately, greedy for merit and waste the war, and repeat the same thing." The king's governor made the same mistake. If this were the case, even a hundred thousand troops would only be a waste of military resources. But how could the imperial court withstand such losses? The most important thing for a thief is practicality, and the longer I read Kun's book, the better it becomes. I deeply believe that at present, the gentlemen of Donglin and the leaders of Fushe all sit back and talk, and the party is united in fighting against differences. They are incompetent in running the army and the people. They are unable to organize equipment, collect money and food, and are unwilling to give up their good wealth to share the country's worries. There are stray thieves, there are Donglu and Kun thieves outside. If things go on like this, I'm afraid it's just, I'm afraid it's just..." At this point, Liang Cunhou couldn't say any more.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly said loudly: "In ten years, at most ten years, the world will collapse. By then, the mountains and rivers will shed tears, the land of China will sink, the rituals and music will be ruined, and the uniforms will be destroyed. What will happen to these mediocre people?" ? Normally, you sit back and talk about your heart, and when you are in danger, you die to repay the king? Or do good birds choose trees to roost, and good ministers choose their masters to serve? What benefit is this to the world? What benefit is it to the living people? The clanking sound of the iron wheel chariot, the fire Couldn't the whine of the ship and the rumble of the guns and cannons wake up the Gonggun princes in the court, or wake up the sages and gentlemen wandering in the woods and springs? Couldn't they open their eyes and take a look at this Fujian province? Land of Guangdong! Take a look at this vast world! Take a look at this unprecedented change? This world has changed!" After saying that, Liang Cunhou held the edge of the table with both hands, held his head high, closed his eyes tightly, and burst into tears. In his eyes, his chest was heaving violently and could not calm down for a long time.
Qiao Yan listened quietly, and when Liang Cunhou calmed down a little, he said in a deep voice: "Master Liang, you must not blame yourself and hurt yourself, and keep yourself useful for when you come. I won't come again for a short time, your house is afraid There are many obstacles. When I entered the mansion, I saw that there were tea shops or food stalls in the four gates of the mansion. They had all been opened recently, and many people coming and going were suspicious. Furthermore, Kun people have telescopes. If they hide in the houses and sit around, it would be difficult to find them. . The things that Second Brother Yun mentioned are all in the letter. Please burn it after reading it, Mr. Liang. Everyone in the house should also be careful now. Don’t trust anyone who is not a trustworthy person. When I was young, Mr. Liang sent someone to escort me out of the house. It's dangerous here, I can't stay too long, sir, take care."
After saying that, he retreated to the door, opened the door, and said loudly: "Young master, sit down safely, I will take my leave." After that, he turned around and left.
Liang Cunhou forced himself to look cheerful and said, "Go ahead and tell your uncle and aunt that I will come to visit you another day to say hello."
After Qiao Yan left, Liang Cunhou sat on the Grand Master's chair, caressing his neck and said slowly to himself: "Head of the Six Yangs, who will come to pick him up? What's the market price?"
Yang Cao stood in front of the full-length mirror next to the door of the open office area, carefully adjusted the strap of the carrying equipment, and then inserted the pistol into the holster. Yang Cao wore a wig bun made in Hangzhou on his head and a light gray placket on his upper body. Wearing a narrow-sleeved shirt and jacket, an azure-colored bijia that hangs down to the knees, and a pleated silk skirt underneath, a rope is used to fix three points at the same time on the inside of the bijia, and a pull buckle is used on the outside. The belt is tied with a knot, and as long as the three fixed points of the belt are pulled open, the three fixed points will be released at the same time, allowing the entire Bijia to open immediately, making it easier to quickly draw the gun. Bijia's waist was changed to be looser to hide the hidden weapons, and the gray color allowed her to stand out from the crowd. This outfit made Yang Cao look bloated and mediocre in the dressing mirror. She raised her hands slightly, raised her arms and leaned back, then gently twisted her waist to move left and right, and then made two more bends to touch the ground. When she confirmed that everything was impeccable, she looked at the mirror with satisfaction. She smiled to herself, which was a rare expression for her. The clerks and intelligence officers in the office area raised their heads and looked at her curiously from time to time, but she turned a blind eye to all the eyes around her.
Xu Tong leaned on the door frame of the office area, looked at her back, held it in for a while, and finally couldn't help but said: "You don't need to go to the front line. As an intelligence bureaucrat, your position is here, remember? Zhao The director has said that ideally, two-thirds of the intelligence officers of an intelligence agency are at the headquarters doing data compilation and analysis, while only one-third are recruiting intelligence agents or handling cases outside, and you are our brains." After that, he tapped his head lightly with his right index finger.
Yang Cao said without looking back: "Ideal situation? Are we? Relying on scouts who can't even recognize their names recruited by rustic intelligence officers who have only received short training? If possible, I would send all the worthy All the people who use it are sent out on field duty." After a pause, she said: "I need to contact the front line to maintain my condition."
Xu Tong said: "But if there is any danger..."
Yang Cao interrupted him and said, "What's the danger? This is Guangzhou. Will someone shoot you in the head? You stay in the station. This is an order." After saying that, Yang Cao turned around and said His shoulder knocked Xu Tong away from the door frame and quickly disappeared out the door.
Yang Cao's carriage creaked towards the direction of Liang Mansion. It was a two-wheeled cart disguised as a majestic carriage. The appearance of the cart was ordinary and old. This kind of carriage was introduced by Qiwei earlier and was mostly used to transport heavy goods. It is a common vehicle on the street. In order to increase concealment, the horses pulling the carts and the number plates of Qiwei Carriage and Horses hanging in front of the carts will be changed at any time. What is not consistent with the appearance is that the carriage structure has been modified to a certain extent. The driving mechanism is stronger and the space utilization rate is higher. Two bottom compartments are built near the wheel axle for storage. The carriage has certain protective capabilities. The bottom compartment of the carriage is placed Carrying an eight-power binoculars, a lantern and matches, a small amount of clothing, a map of Guangzhou, a ruler, a pen, a notebook, a kettle, dry food, and sometimes a camera, but the application procedures for controlled equipment are very cumbersome, and carriages usually As a support vehicle, it can serve as a temporary observation point when necessary.
The carriage turned into a branch road not far from the main entrance of Liang Mansion, and then stopped in front of a two-entry courtyard. Yang Cao got off the car and walked quickly from the main entrance into the wing house in the west courtyard. Since there are no windows on the side of the house facing the main entrance of Liang's Mansion, a few wall bricks could only be removed from a higher position on the wall to form two small observation windows, and the outside of the observation windows was camouflaged. An observation platform was built with wooden boards in the house, with tables and chairs placed on it. Two high-power monocular telescopes were fixed on the table. The lenses extended from the observation window. Two monitors were working, taking notes from time to time, and the other one was working. Take a drink and rest, with kerosene lamps, clock-type pocket watches, notebooks, pencils, maps, rulers, and water glasses scattered around next to you.
Because this courtyard has been vacant for many years, the house is empty, and the internal damage is much worse than the appearance of the building. There are signs of penetration everywhere, and the window paper is damaged. It is not actually a very ideal indoor fixed observation point, but in this traditional wealthy area, with a good view and limited rooms available for rent, they obviously have no better choice.
In order to facilitate surveillance, the Political Security Bureau arranged for a "middle-class home" to come forward and move into this courtyard as a cover for secret surveillance. Since it is work, save money if you can. Houses not used by cover personnel will naturally not be repaired or decorated. Everything is simple and simple.
Outdoor observation points covered by food stalls and tea stalls were set up at the other two entrances of the Liang Mansion. This was used as a temporary command post for monitoring the Liang Mansion. The three surveillance points would contact each other from time to time to exchange information and conduct follow-up. , special situation reporting and other situations to make decisions.
The resting investigators saw Yang Cao coming in and stood up. Yang Cao nodded slightly to him, strode directly to the observation platform, and the working investigators gave up their observation positions. Yang Cao put his eyes close to the telescope, observing the scene, and asked: "What actions has the Liang Mansion done in the past two days?"
The observer said from behind: "No, there have only been two visits from Liang's relatives in the past two days. The investigation request has been passed to the Liang Mansion and asked Huanhu to check the purpose of the visit. The rest of the time was very quiet, with no abnormal behavior or suspicious persons."
Yang Cao hummed, left the telescope, picked up the surveillance records on the table, and browsed quickly. The surveillance records were recorded in chronological order at least once an hour. The records recorded the date, case code, investigator's name, recording time, and surveillance objects. All activities and other contents, then she circled the record of "visit from relatives", which meant that special confirmation was required-not only insiders, but also relatives, and people were also required to inquire about the information. But Yang Cao obviously didn't find what he wanted. It was too normal, and normal was a bit strange.
Yang Cao looked through the surveillance records carefully and said, "What about today?"
The investigator said: "There was an unloading at the east gate in the morning. It was the output of Liang Mansion Village. There were many people coming in and out, all of them were low-level laborers, tenants, etc. It was very difficult to identify them. We only left one person on duty at each of the two gates. , and all others support the east gate to observe and screen personnel."
Yang Cao said: "Have you found anything?"
The investigator said: "Yes, there is a person who is more suspicious. He is very tall. He always wears a bamboo hat. His appearance cannot be seen clearly. He is wearing servant clothes. The clothes are very new. There are no wear or patches on his back, shoulders, and knees. He does not look like someone who often does it. He looks alive, with a thick neck and broad shoulders. The muscles on both sides of the neck push up the clothes. He has a well-proportioned body shape. This person has never participated in physical labor such as unloading and driving trucks."
Yang Cao said: "Well, the characteristics of fighting."
The investigator said: "Yes, he is not lean due to long-term physical labor. His body shape is obviously the result of good wine and good meat, although he has been trying to shrink his body."
Yang Cao nodded. People who practice martial arts need a lot of protein and eat a lot of meat and eggs. Ordinary families can't afford to support them. That's why they are called poor in culture and rich in martial arts. In order not to break their bodies and practice to the death, traditional martial arts practitioners rarely do heavy work such as moving, carrying, and carrying. According to their saying, they are useless after doing it. This is very different from ordinary heavy manual laborers.
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