Chapter 367: The thought is full of thoughts and the road is long (middle)

On the river estuary outside Xunyang City, Zhou Huaian was also reviewing a newly submitted list and corresponding notes as a ship that had just passed the temporary military congress.

These are all the latest secret reports from the Soldiers Committee and the Yuhousi Department. They almost collected the reverse dynamics in the process of communicating with other rebels in Jiangzhou; as well as the results of collecting and surveying information among the rebels outside these.

After all, while the Taiping Army was surveying and poaching privately, it would inevitably receive spy, win over and buy from the rebel army, and even the headquarters of the General's Office; this poses a challenge and test in a sense for the Taiping Army's military organizational construction and system rigorousness, cohesion and centripetal force in Yuanzi's thoughts and beliefs.

Of course, the problem for most ordinary soldiers at the bottom is not big. After all, in addition to the personal soldiers of the generals or the party members of the tribe, the places where they can give relatively fair and stable treatment to the Taiping Army can be said to be a rare and phoenix. Even if some people cannot withstand the temptation and are trapped and be pulled away, their own level will not be of any use at all.

After all, in terms of the differences in treatment and long-term expectations of the soldiers inside and outside under the current situation, there is still no one who can compare with the Taiping Army with relatively mature "Taiping Land and Milk System" and "Shengku System"; and giving land to soldiers is a huge killer that attracts people's hearts, no matter in the feudal era, it is a huge killing weapon. Even under the existing public land system planned and laid out by the Taiping Land and Milk System, it is limited to the land use rights of individual soldiers and designated families.

However, it is risky to absorb a large number of middle and lower-level leaders and officers after the old rebel army; after the situation has greatly improved, not everyone is satisfied with the current situation of the Taiping Army and the system being implemented.

Or in other words, some people's experiences during the Taiping Army have already allowed them to master some methods and skills that are enough to support and invite fame and fortune. It is indeed possible that they hit it off with the conditions offered by some forces in private, and they will make the move of selling news to make profits, leaving or defecting to other troops.

There were 137 people on this list, of which eleven people had been verified to have a relationship that was too close to normal, and twenty-three people needed to be observed; there were also forty-five people who did not report to their subordinate Shangguan and the group's sect, or they were dissatisfied with this. The others were just slight suspicion of the news.

Although a considerable part of it is likely to be purely out of personal loyalty or indifferent intentions, and ignore taboos and avoidance in this regard. However, as an emerging force based on the implementation of orders and prohibitions, the least needed is these "what do I think should be done" from personal subjective standpoints and emotional judgments.

These numbers are actually not much compared to the overall base of the Taiping Army today, but they seem to be quite a lot among the middle and lower-level leaders and officers; therefore, this group of people who are listed will be listed in a separate list without public order, and will be arranged at the end of various promotions, appointments and dispatches, or simply marginalize them if they are not insignificant than indiscriminately.

Therefore, if they do not have other outstanding or outstanding performance to reverse, they will inevitably be sent to the powerless second and third-tier positions, and it will be better to retire the Tun Village in the end. At least in a vigorous and enterprising emerging and vibrant group, these fallen members who are step by step behind due to a difference in thought or can't figure it out, there is no regret or nostalgia in the face of the emerging and selected new blood.

However, what made Zhou Huaian more pleased was that those who were too optimistic were not summarized in it; even if there were some old friends, they would have timely reports and records of the matter afterwards. In addition, the proportion of old rebels brought out from the ridge was extremely small.

Almost all happened to those members of the rebel army who were incorporated and undergoing transformation to varying degrees; most of the words and deeds collected from them were to be unable to act as freely and let go as before, but in front of fellow villagers, old people and cliques, they showed varying degrees of complaints and complaints.

There is no need to let them go, so as not to let them go, so as not to break up a pot of soup if a piece of rat shit happens.

...........

When Zhou Huaian turned around and came to the inner room of his residence, he saw Yao Niang who could get up and eat on the bed again. She was grimly and slender as willow buds, and was slowly sucking a cup of soup by a petite maid, while comforting each other who looked a little sad and tearful.

It looked a bit warm and quiet, which made people unbearable to disturb it. After watching it for a while, Zhou Huaian decided to open the curtain and step in, which immediately alarmed them.

"Rare...people"

Yao Niang quickly tried to struggle to get up, but she was so delicate and weak that she was too traumatized and fell down again. However, the little maid instinctively opened her hands and arms, and acted like a hen protecting her chicks, rolling her eyes fiercely and staring at Zhou Huaian.

But her cute and charming body, which can only cover a corner of the bed, is matched with the eyes, expressions and movements of "I am very fierce and powerful", makes people feel a little reluctant, but there is no deterrent power at all. Instead, it is cute and extra cute.

"Doudou, please go down and take a break. I'm afraid that the noble man has something to say to me."

Yao Niang was quite tactful and hurriedly hugged her and told her to order.

Zhou Huaian then walked up and took the bowl from the little maid named Dou Dou without hesitation. With the other party's unwilling and worried eyes, he sat straight on the edge of the bed and scooped up a spoonful of fish white porridge, and blew it to her pale pink red lips.

"I'm really sorry for making you look like this, but I won't regret it either..."

Zhou Huaian looked at her eyes and said seriously. After all, after that night, she had been lying down for almost three days before she could recover, but her face was still a little pity-worthy and haggard.

"Negotiable..."

At this moment, Yao Niang Jieying's face couldn't help but show some surprising and incredible complex expressions. She seemed to have never thought that he would say so and opened her mouth involuntarily. Then Zhou Huaian said it and fed it in a spoonful of soup.

"Just call me husband just now, there is no need to be so disgusted... open your mouth... OK, don't raise your heart..."

Speaking of this, Zhou Huaian looked at her meaningfully and said.

"After all, there is no benefit in this world for no reason, nor anything you can get without paying a price... By the way, try this..."

Then he took out a ball of things from his cuff like a magic trick, but there were several pieces of extra thin and soft, more transparent and tight clothing. Who made this era without the nylon silk craftsmanship? So for the sake of the charm of his life, Zhou Huaian looked for other alternatives.

For example, smooth and soft, light textured silk cloth made of stockings that can faintly reveal flesh-colored stockings; there are also silk plain woven with silk, thin and transparent silk fabrics - gauze, which are made of inner clothes, small clothes, front cloaks, etc.

However, Yao Niang's expression was stunned and solidified on her beautiful face, and then slowly lowered her head and turned into an extremely blushing color; her heart became bitter and dull; the thin, gentle and transparent piece of flower cloth stuffed over seemed to be as heavy as a thousand times in her hands.

It was like she was repeatedly emphasizing and reminding her that she was still the same dancer who could be pushed out at any time, allowing people to enjoy themselves and talk about their heads. So she was only suitable for wearing such clothes as a girl who was similar to those who were similar to those who were just like a Japanese restaurant that exposed the more flesh she had.

However, although she could not hide the sadness and loss that she felt satisfied in her heart, her face turned red and white, and after her mood fluctuated, she also thought of those girls with many ups and downs, and tried hard to make herself stronger and determined;

She still forced herself to resist the sadness and pain that had vaguely split from the bottom of her heart. She used a clear and unpredictable voice, and said with a cautious and forced smile:

"But I don't know what your husband wants me to do..."

"Of course, I'm wearing it and showing me whether it fits well..."

"Your husband, don't you let Nunu go to the court for art?"

Yao Niang suddenly became surprised, and asked back with some difficulty with her thoughts.

"How is this possible? How can this private outfit be seen by others..."

Zhou Huaian looked at her in surprise, feeling that there seemed to be some wet water marks in the corners of the woman's eyes, and the ups and downs of vital signs from breathing and heartbeat became stronger.

"Of course, I'll show you a good performance in private to me after I've been well maintained."

"So I'm still completely different..."

At this moment, it was like a strange emotion falling from the sky, which was soaked in the center room again. Yao Niang couldn't help but feel a little bit of heart-warming and want to burst into tears, but it seemed that there was a little bit of stinging joy and joy, which grew in her heart as if dead ashes.

It was like the little bit of longing and eroticism of traveling with sisters of the same age when she was a young girl in the 28th year, after the March 3rd Daughter's Day and the wedding ceremony. In Zhou Huaian's eyes, she was like a beautiful flower that bloomed in spring after a long and severe cold.
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