"Gongming has a calm personality, is strict in self-discipline, and is humble and generous, so I am sent here..." Fei Qian said slowly, "When you are not familiar with military law, you can ask Gongming for advice... If you have any doubts, don't hesitate to ask.

To solve the problem, you should also ask directly... You must know that the opportunity is rare... Gongming will only stay here for half a year at most..."

Ma Yue immediately fell to the ground, kowtowed and said: "I am guilty, and I have lost the high hopes of my lord... I should study with all my heart, and if there is any slack in the future, I will ask my lord to kill someone before this level!"

Fei Qian stretched out his hand to help Ma Yue up, then patted Ma Yue on the shoulder, "Go ahead. After Gong Ming checks and identifies the soldiers, he will lead the men and horses to surround the labor camp! Beware of unrest!"

Ma Yue was stunned for a moment, then immediately took the order and left.

……(〃′ Pan`)q……

In the name of Chu Gong, Fan Cong found a remote place, checked the information in the small bamboo tube, and was shocked. Although the information was not clearly written, the caravan that was supposed to come to join them was arrested.

, which is enough to prove that he is also in danger of being exposed.

what to do?

Fan Cong's first reaction was to run away!

But the next moment, he hesitated again.

What if he was not exposed, but escaped for no reason, then wouldn't he be suing himself? Then maybe he would also bring along the person who recommended him...

Although the person who recommended him was not a spy, he was still a good friend for many years. If he was implicated, Fan Cong would feel somewhat regretful.

But……

If it is really exposed, then it is definitely dangerous. It is impossible to be caught and killed by the hussars who burst in in the middle of the night!

After thinking about it, Fan Cong was going to find another person in the labor camp to make a calculation.

In order to reduce others' suspicion, the two of them rarely meet each other, but maintain a unique way of contacting each other.

Because Fan Cong himself was responsible for accounting for labor, his desk was placed outside. Like other clerks, he registered the amount of labor, such as how many sandbags he carried, how many bricks he pushed, etc.

After Fan Cong returned to his position, he accidentally touched the inkstone. Some of the ink in the inkstone splashed out. Then Fan Cong took the opportunity to get some of it and pressed three diagonally on the corner of the table.

A long black fingerprint...

This means emergency contact.

If it is a general contact, it is another way.

After a while, the labor leader who came to register for work registration came over. He was originally going to go to another desk, but he saw the mark on the edge of Fan Cong's desk and touched his head without any trace.

Then he changed his direction slightly, walked to Fan Cong's desk, and respectfully handed over the registration slip for the work plan.

Fan Cong nodded, then took the wooden slip and started to register as usual. After a while, Fan Cong stopped writing, frowned and pointed to a place on the wooden slip and said: "You

What does this say? Why is it so sloppy?』

The labor leader nodded quickly and leaned closer, as if he wanted to explain the values ​​​​on the wooden slip to Fan Cong...

"The caravan was captured..." Fan Cong said in a very low voice, and then raised his voice, "If there is another time! I just don't recognize this number! You should be more careful!"

The labor leader's expression couldn't help but change, and then he nodded and bowed, bowed his hands, and said he knew and would pay more attention next time.

"Someone comes to ask you... report it truthfully... if there is any deception... you should know the crime... Are you one of the workers who are sick or injured? Do you need repairs?" Fan Cong said slowly, with a tone that was almost normal.

There was no difference in the questions Shu Zuo asked the labor leaders. At most, he asked them slower and spoke more.

Determining the number of people working, as well as the content and quantity of work, is originally the responsibility of the scribe, so Fan Cong's questions naturally sounded "normal" at first glance and did not attract the attention of others.

But after hearing this question, the labor leader couldn't help but sweat on his head. He stretched out his hand to wipe it, and after a while he said, "So that Shu Zuo can know that these workers under the villain...everything is fine."

No pain or illness..."

"Are you...sure?" Fan Cong glanced at it, and then slowly handed the pen over, "Just draw it!"

The labor leader's hand shook twice, but he finally gritted his teeth and drew a "circle" on Fan Cong's account book.

Fan Cong sighed slightly, then nodded.

There are many ways to sign. Generally speaking, scholars will have their own signature, which is similar to the cursive signature of later generations, so it is also called "monogram". Fan Cong naturally also has his own signature, but for ordinary people,

It’s impossible to draw complicated strokes. There are two most common ways. To put it simply, one is to draw a circle, and the other is to draw a cross...

Combined with Fan Cong's previous question, if the labor leader's workers have too many injuries, of course they can't "continue" working. Fan Cong asked if he needed a "rest", which was his intention, and what the labor leader meant by drawing a circle was
Chapter completed!