This was a sleepless night, with trembling footsteps, horrifying shouts and shrill screams circling over Changsha City. Whether it is rich and wealthy businessmen or poor people in the city, they are hiding in their homes, trembling, waiting for the long and unbearable night to pass with fear. No one knows what will happen next moment. At this time, the uneasiness brought to them is equal.

In the house of an ordinary family in the north of the city, a man in his thirties was hugging his guest (that is, his wife). The woman was holding a hungry baby in her arms. The baby cried loudly. The man was upset by the crying sound and scolded: "Stinky woman, please stop crying. If you cry again, you will die!"

The woman also started crying: "Xiwazi is hungry, and I don't have milk, so I'll make some rice soup for him to drink."

The man said angrily: "Only half a bag of rice is left at home. I finally hid it all. Now I will take it out and be caught by the hairy thief. Isn't it snatched away by them? We will starve to death if we don't have food."

The woman stopped talking and just cried with the baby. The man couldn't listen, so he had to get up and said, "I'll take out the rice and grain, grab the rice and make rice for this little ancestor to drink."

The house was barely covered with walls, except for the wooden bed and a wooden table, and there were no extra items. The man went to the stove, took down a bunch of straw on the wall, took out a cloth pocket from the crack of the mud, and reached in to grab the rice. Suddenly, a black figure broke through the door and fell straight into the house.

The man was startled. The woman hugged the child and shivered beside the wooden bed, trembling. The mother and son stopped crying and looked at the dark shadow on the ground together. The darkness in the room could only tell that the shadow was from someone.

Suddenly, a man with a red scarf on his head, a torch in one hand and a bright steel knife in the other hand broke in. The cloak on his chest was obviously different from the Qing army's.

The man in the room was startled and hurriedly stuffed the rice bag in his hand back. The man with red turban looked down on the ground. The couple in the room saw clearly that the Qing army was rushing on the ground, with blood on their chests blurred, and a large piece of Yin Hong's blood seeped into the loess beneath them.

The man with red scarf stepped forward and kicked with his feet. The Qing army was brave and brave. It seemed that he was so dead. He then raised the torch and looked inside the house. When the torch looked at the couple's faces, the couple looked like earthy. Looking at the steel knife in the red scarf's hand, they were so scared that they didn't dare to show up.

Suddenly the child in the woman's arms started crying again. The man in red scarf said oh, and the couple was shocked.

"Is the little baby hungry? I have some noodles, add some hot soup for him to eat." The man in a red scarf said in a Guangxi accent. The couple understood a little, and saw him take out half of the noodles from his arms and put them on the wooden table, turned around and left.

The man in the room was relieved when he saw the man with red scarf leaving. He hurriedly stepped forward and blocked the wooden door that had been knocked open again. He then picked up the half of the bread and returned to the wooden bed, and said tremblingly: "Just, that person just now is a hairy thief."

The woman was still shocked and couldn't speak. She just nodded. The man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, I met a very long-haired person and didn't kill us."

The woman then trembled and said, "Master, you should take the body away, I'm afraid."

The man cursed, "What are you afraid of if a dead person?" As he spoke, his voice trembled. He then got up and took some thatch by the stove, barely covered the body, and drank a big sip, then calmed down.

After taking the bowl of water, the man returned to the bed, soaked the bread in water, and made it into batter and handed it to the woman and said, "Give it to the baby." The woman took it tremblingly and slowly fed the child. After the child was full, she fell asleep. However, the couple snuggled up and did not fall asleep. There was a dead person in the room, and they were afraid that the dead person would suddenly stoop up again. The two of them had their eyes wide open and they could not fall asleep at all.

The long night finally passed, and the sky gradually became brighter. The man stood up and moved his stiff body, tightened his coarse belt, tied his short jacket on his upper body, and then ate a mouthful of cold water. The hunger in his abdomen faded away. He turned around and said to the woman, "You stay in the bed and don't walk around, I'll get the body out." The woman nodded. When the man saw that it was dawn, he dared to open the wooden door and drag the body out.

The alley was quiet, and there were several Qing army soldiers on the side of the road paved with bluestone. The man dragged the body aside. He was about to turn his head back to the house. Several red-haired soldiers at the entrance of the alley walked over with a gong. As he walked, he shouted: "The true destiny of heaven is Taiping Youbi and the King of the West informed the people of Changsha: Hu Nu stole China, and the heavenly holy soldiers were ordered to attack the emperor northward. Now that Changsha is destroyed, the four people do not need to panic. The heavenly king loves the people as their sons, and the people do not kill them, and the women do not **. You will be subjects of the heavenly kingdom and will be blessed by the heavenly father and the heavenly brother. We will wait for them like brothers and sisters, and share peace and prosperity. People in all industries can be as stable as usual, and all industries will be open, and everything will be the same!"

After hearing several shouts, the man felt a little relieved. After the Taiping Army passed, another group of Taiping Army escorted a group of Qing army prisoners, and pushed several large carts to clean up the corpses along the way, the corpses of the long-haired thieves, and the Changmao people carried the corpses into the car. The Qing army prisoners carried the corpses into the car by themselves.

The man stood at his door and watched several bloody carts pass by. The Taiping Army and the Qing Army who collected the corpses just looked at him. No one said anything and then walked forward. The wheels of the car chased the blood on the ground, making a creaking sound. The legs and feet of a corpse on the car were hanging outside the car. The originally fresh air had the strong smell of blood that had not dissipated for a long time.

"It's all dead." The man muttered, and was about to turn around and go into the house, but he saw several Taiping soldiers coming over again. One of them was in his thirties and asked in a local Hunan dialect: "Brother, we are all Taiping Holy Soldiers. My name is Chen Zhiming, from Liling. It was originally from the Tiandihui. We were halfway to Taiping. We are raising people to work now, and we are fifty cents a day. What are you willing to do?"

The man was a little stunned, touched Fang Kuo's forehead, thinking to himself that he was just a coolie in the city. He used to work hard on a day and earn twenty cents a day, but in a month it was only more than six hundred cents. He could exchange for three cents of silver in the market. Every month he and his wife had to eat three dou of three liters of rice and grain. Five hundred cents were enough to buy rice. There was still one hundred cents left to buy some side dishes and coarse salt to serve food. Life was already tight. Two months ago, he had a son, so he could only tighten his belt to work and save some for his wife. This month, Changmao had started to make trouble. The price of rice and silver rose. He had not received any work for several days. He saw that his family was almost out of business. At this time, Changmao hired a worker, and it was still fifty cents a day. This money should be made to make him. Who made Changmao so that his family could not make it?

"Go, what are you going to do?" the man asked hesitantly.

Chen Zhiming smiled and said, "It's just to clean the streets or take care of our injured brothers. It won't be a murderous act anyway."

The man was even more moved, but he looked at the braids that Chen Zhiming cut off, his hair was scattered behind his head, and his temples and foreheads were bare and wrapped in red scarves. It seemed that he had just cut them for a while, and he asked carefully with a difficult face: "Do you want to cut off your braids?"

Chen Zhiming shook his head and smiled, "This is up to you, our Western King said, it's okay if you don't want to cut it for the time being, but if all the people in the city are cut in the future, will you cut it?"

The man hesitated for a moment and said, "If everyone cuts it, I will cut it."

Chen Zhiming nodded and said, "Then let's make up. Come with me. Let's go to the military camp first. Many injured brothers are still waiting for someone to take care of. By the way, what's your name, brother?"

The man replied, "My name is Li Tianxi, Master, I will go back and talk to my guest first, and I will come soon."

Chen Zhiming smiled and said, "Don't call me Master Chen or a good person, you can call me Master Chen or a good person. In short, don't call me Qing Yao. If you don't, you can be a brother. You can be a little bit."

In this way, Li Tianxi, a small-minded person, followed Chen Zhiming to work at the original governor's office. Chen Zhiming also recruited many poor people who worked, at least one or two hundred people, all for the sake of making a living. Moreover, the hair seemed to be much more polite than the Qing army, so they followed Chen Zhiming with the intention of giving it a try.

The Taiping Army fought fiercely overnight, with four or five hundred wounded soldiers. The governor's yamen, wing rooms, and gatehouses were all wounded. There were always one or two hundred people recovering from injuries here. Because of the limited troops, they could not withdraw their hands to take care of the wounded soldiers. Xiao Yungui ordered people to find helpers. Changsha City was broken, and the people here did not seem to have much favoritism for Changmao. It is important for the Taiping Army to gain a foothold here. Xiao Yungui was afraid that he would force the helpers to arouse civil unrest, so he could only pay for helpers.

When several doctors in charge of the army were in charge, Zheng Weiguan, who saw the helpers coming, quickly stepped forward to grab the people. Each of them divided into 30 or 40 people and explained some simple instructions to save the Wei, so he asked Li Tianxi and the others to take care of the wounded soldiers in Taiping.

Heat water, feed, cook medicine, and wash and wrap the wound cloth. Anyway, Li Tianxi can handle the work that he can do, and it is easier than working as a hard worker every day. However, he felt a little unhappy and always felt that these work should be done by women. He would have known that his wife would have done it.

Just as Li Tianxi was working, a group of murderous Taiping Army surrounded a big man wearing a yellow turban and walked over. The man was wearing a red satin robe and his clothes were very luxurious. At a glance, he knew that he should be a high-ranking official with long hair.

When the Taiping Zheng Weiguan, who was leading Li Tianxi on the side, saw him, hurriedly pulled Li Tianxi and whispered: "The King of the West is here, don't move around, don't talk nonsense, be careful to be taken as a spy in the Qing Dynasty."

Li Tianxi was startled and hurriedly shrank aside, not daring to raise his head or breathe. The King of Westernization walked to every place and personally checked the injuries of the injured soldiers. After saying a few words, the wounded soldiers were moved to tears. Li Tianxi thought to himself that the King of Westernization, who had long hair, was so full of care that he treated his soldiers.

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