Xiao Jing followed the convoy for another five days. As he gradually adapted to a normal diet, the food provided by others became larger and larger. Although the food was rough, it was rare to see victims of the disaster along the way.
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After lunch that day, everyone was about to drive forward when Xiao Jing, who was neatly dressed, suddenly walked towards the lady's car.
While writing, he also spent some time getting to know a few servants, and then asked for a pair of clean clothes and an unused backpack. He looks quite generous and neat now, just like he did a few days ago.
The hungry beggar looked completely different from the other person.
"Miss Xia, Miss Lian'er. Xiao Jing is here to say goodbye." He walked to a place five steps away from the cart and stopped, bowing and saluting: "I can't say thank you for your kindness. We will meet again in the future, and I will definitely repay you.
Of great kindness and virtue.”
He asked the servants and found out that the owner of the house was named Xia; as for the others, no one including the pockmarked man wanted to tell, so it was hard to ask more.
"I saw only hungry people all over the field along the way. How can I do nothing to save them if I can't do anything? It's just a little effort, Mr. Xiao doesn't have to worry about it." The woman in the car sighed softly, and slowly spoke in a soft and beautiful voice like a new oriole coming out of the valley.
He said: "Young Master has just recovered, so you shouldn't work hard. Since you are going to Lezhou, you might as well go with him by car."
Listening to the sweet and melodious voice and smelling the faint fragrance wafting from the car, Xiao Jing was really reluctant to leave. Besides, what Miss Xia said was very reasonable. In fact, he felt the same way himself.
However, he owed a huge favor after being rescued. Now that his body has recovered, he is not so thick-skinned as to eat soft food all the way to Lezhou.
Besides, the Xia family's motorcade has been exhausted these days. It has been stopping and going throughout the day, and its speed has gradually slowed down. Xiao Jing, who is anxious, thinks that if he travels day and night, he should be able to get to the place faster, but now he must race against time.
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"Xiao Jing is very impressed by the kindheartedness of the young lady." He said loudly: "I really have something important to do, and I must take the first step. The car will be free so that I can help others."
The curtains were open, and the face of the person in the car could not be seen. After a while, Miss Xia responded: "In that case, Mr. Xiao, please excuse me. Lian'er?"
The girl Lian'er on the side responded crisply, took a small package from someone else and handed it to Xiao Jing: "This is a payment for Mr. Xiao. I hope you won't dislike it."
Xiao Jing shook his head and pushed the package back with a smile: "I can't thank you enough for taking in and rescuing people. I've also asked for some dry food and clothing in the past two days, how dare I receive such a generous gift again? I heard that the lady was dying to save people along the way.
It’s all spent, so let Miss Lian’er keep the money for use.”
After saying that, he bowed deeply, turned around and walked forward.
Lian'er watched his figure fading away and couldn't help but laugh: "This man really looks like he has been soaked in vinegar for decades. He is so poor."
There was a call from the carriage, and she quickly opened the curtain and got in. A girl with picturesque features and skin as white as snow was sitting on the couch, looking at a piece of paper full of words, her spring-like eyes stopping from time to time.
In some passages, a pair of willow eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if those words brought her not only surprise, but also more unknowns and puzzles.
She was Miss Xia whom Xiao Jing heard but could not meet.
The night before, Xiao Jing, who had been taught by his grandfather to "respect the writing paper" since he was a child, handed all the scrapped manuscripts to a servant and asked him to help find a pagoda or other place to burn them.
Unexpectedly, the boy was very clever. Even though he couldn't understand it, he was still worried that there would be something wrong with the text on the paper, so he picked one with more words and gave it to Lian'er, who read it and presented it to the lady.
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"Young lady, you think it's strange when you read it, right?" Lian'er walked to Miss Xia's side: "I read it several times, but I just thought it was just some rough vernacular, and in some places it was like a play. However, it happened to be read by someone else.
I feel sour in my heart and feel so uncomfortable."
Miss Xia nodded. She stood up and opened the curtain and looked outside. Where was Xiao Jing anywhere?
"The writing of this article is very straightforward and crude, and the words and sentences are hardly elegant. If you take a quick look at it, except for this wording, it is still fair, and it has no merit." As she said that, she picked up the piece of paper again and looked at it carefully.
stand up.
"However, if you savor it carefully...it is unique." Ms. Xia smiled, "The whole article is thick and simple, and the words are meaningful. There is no waste of pen; the story is told in a eloquent way, so that everyone who sees it can relate to it.
How should I put it, it’s as if I was immersed in the scene and became a disaster victim.”
The scene of rescuing Xiao Jing that day reappeared in her mind. The young man lying on the roadside, about to lose consciousness, was still struggling to stand up; he kept repeating a few words in his mouth:
Xiaoyuan, Renyazi, Lezhou, rescue people, disaster relief...
Xiao Jing, who was walking on the road, sneezed hard. If he had known that someone in this world would so quickly recognize the skill of "news writing" he brought from later generations, and that this person was also a great beauty, he would have to praise him.
Start laughing proudly.
Before time travel, Xiao Jing was a media person. He had been a reporter, but not for a long time; when it came to being an editor, he was a veteran. In other words, he didn't eat much pork but watched pigs running all day long. After time travel, he
Now that he is "on the front line" again, it is really not difficult for him to tinker with a report.
The next step was nothing more than a hustle and bustle, and sleeping in the open air was nothing to him. After walking like this for four days, he finally arrived at Lezhou City.
By now, there are very few victims in ragged clothes. The reason is very simple. Most people who want to go to this colorful world fail to succeed.
Because of their small number, these people were not driven away and were let into the city with a blind eye. However, in the city, these less than thirty people also became objects of disgust.
An old man went to beg for food, but was beaten out by the shopkeeper with a stick. He fell to the roadside groaning with a bloody head;
There was a woman holding her child in her arms and begging from door to door. Except for a few people who gave her some scraps that were not enough to satisfy her hunger, others only gave her blank stares and slammed closed doors.
Xiao Jing witnessed all this with his own eyes. If he hadn't been dressed decently, I'm afraid the gatekeeper who kept looking at him strangely would have stopped him and questioned him.
At the same time, the tavern and Goulan were still full of singing and dancing, and people were everywhere filled with laughter and laughter, as if the disaster and death on the other side of the official road were things in another world.
Although the day was just right, Xiao Jing had no idea whether Ren Yazi had arrived or not. All he could do now was gamble.
He found a seemingly abandoned yard, climbed in, and hid under the wall for a while. When the bright moon was in the sky, he sneaked onto an unfamiliar street, carefully avoiding the night watchman, and then put a
The pieces of paper were stuffed where they should go.
Chapter completed!