Ling Bao clapped her fingers and said, "Today is the 22nd. Dad is back. There are... and..." She pouted, unable to calculate, "There are many more."
So many days!”
Cheng Yun laughed and rubbed her little head. Ling Bao opened his eyes wide and said accusingly: "Big brother laughed at me!"
"Where?" Cheng Yun shook his head, "No."
Ling Bao said yes, and even imitated the way he smiled just now. Apart from the different sound, his expression was 70% to 80% accurate.
Cheng Yun smiled even more heartily and tapped the tip of her nose: "That's not called ridiculing, that's called being impressed by your cuteness."
Xie Wuyang nodded secretly and agreed very much with Cheng Yun's words. He had never seen such a cute child like Ling Bao.
Although he is only a seven-year-old child, saying this does not seem to be credible.
But they are definitely spoken from the bottom of my heart.
Ling Bao was already very easy to coax, not to mention being her favorite big brother. She immediately threw herself into his arms and started laughing.
At night, Lingbao was sleeping soundly when she suddenly heard a crackling sound outside, which made her tremble all over.
The king who was leaning against her raised his paw and patted her gently: "It's okay, meow, go to sleep, go to sleep."
But Lingbao was still woken up. She rubbed her eyes and asked, "What happened?"
"It's raining."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud "bang", which turned out to be thunder.
Lingbao was excited, her eyes were wide open, and her face was timid. She was not afraid of rain, but she was afraid of thunder because the sound was too loud.
Like a little turtle, Ling Bao slowly crawled to the foot of the bed, then got into the quilt, wrapping himself tightly and airtight.
After a while, he popped his head up and took a deep breath. His hair was messy, his cheeks were red, and his head was confused.
Then take a deep breath, puff your cheeks and bury it again.
Anyway, don’t stay outside!
"Rumble--"
Ling Bao pursed her lips, a little scared and a little aggrieved. She rubbed her eyes and whispered to the king: "Your Majesty, why don't we go to space? You can't hear thunder in space, right?"
The king nodded: "I can't hear you. But your brother..." is here.
Before she could finish speaking, the cup on Ling Bao's body was pulled, and she heard her elder brother's gentle and slightly worried voice: "Ling Bao."
Ling Bao was pleasantly surprised and suddenly said, "Big brother!"
Cheng Yun smiled: "Are you scared?"
When something sad happened, Ling Bao's eyebrows drooped again, and he nodded aggrievedly, hanging on Cheng Yun like a little bear.
Cheng Yun held her up and stroked her thin back with his warm palms: "Don't be afraid, sleep with us today."
Ling Bao hummed and nodded, tapping his chin on Cheng Yun's shoulder: "Your Majesty, follow me quickly."
Cheng Yi's eyes were half-opened, he was swaying, and he said slowly: "Brother...Lingbao...let's go back to sleep..."
On the way out, I almost bumped into the door. My whole body was in a half-asleep state, not quite awake.
It's really hard for this god of sleep to crawl out of bed because he was worried about his sister after hearing the thunder.
He was so sleepy that when he returned to the room, he immediately fell asleep after confirming that Ling Bao was carried to the bed by his elder brother.
Lingbao sighed and said: "Second brother fell asleep so quickly."
"You still don't know that he falls asleep quickly, sleeps for a long time, and still can't get up." Cheng Yun complained.
Lingbao chuckled.
With her brother by her side, she is not afraid of thunder at all.
But Cheng Yun still remembered that Ling Bao was huddled under the quilt when he went in, so he lay down and took Ling Bao into his arms and whispered: "Go to sleep."
His brother's gentle voice was like a pleasant lullaby. Sleep came over him, and Ling Bao closed his eyes.
In the first half of the night, the rain was as if the sky had been pierced, and it was pouring down, and there was a splashing sound all over my ears.
There was still a lot of wind noise, but their dilapidated thatched house stood firm in the rain.
However, although the thatched house did not collapse, the fence in the yard did.
In the second half of the night, the rain began to become lighter and drizzle, and it stopped just before the sun rose.
The yard has become a mess again. Every time it rains, just cleaning up the yard takes a lot of time.
It rained so much last night that the small vegetable patch in the yard was drowned.
Even the vegetable fields were suffering from this, and the crops were even worse. So Lingbao and the others went to help, each with a bamboo pole.
The village chief sighed one breath after another, his dark face full of sorrow.
Lingbao asked: "Uncle village chief, why are you sighing?"
"I'm worried," the village chief said, "there's been too much rain this year."
It rains every three days, either for a very long time or very heavily, and it is always the crops that suffer.
Lingbao patted the village chief and said seriously: "Uncle chief, don't worry, everything will be fine."
The village chief smiled: "Yes, Lingbao is right."
In the following days, there were a few harmless light rains intermittently, but it was a bit difficult for Cheng Zhongqian and the others.
Because they are laborers and are here to serve, they naturally have no choice. No matter how cold or hot it is, whether it's windy or rainy, as long as their superiors don't say anything, they have to do it.
In other words, as long as you're not dead, you can't stop.
Cheng Zhongqian was okay, the officials took special care of him.
But he saw with his own eyes a man who caught wind and cold after being caught in the rain, but he could not leave for treatment. He could only endure it. He could not suppress the coughing sound when he went to bed at night.
However, how can one endure the disease? It will only become more and more severe.
One morning, Cheng Zhongqian saw the man being carried out half-dead.
The officer told him that he wanted the man to go back for treatment. If he couldn't be cured, then he couldn't be cured. But if he was cured, he would have to come back and continue serving. If he was cured, he would be done here.
, then it will be accumulated to the next time.
In short, there is no way to escape, unless the debt is wiped out after death.
The officer's expression was one of numb indifference, as if he didn't care at all about the man's life or death.
Also, how many people die every year because of labor? If everyone cares about it, how can they care about it?
But Cheng Zhongqian recalled the man's face as pale as paper and his almost indiscernible rise and fall of his chest, and his heart felt as heavy as a heavy stone.
For the first time, he thought about what he could do.
In the past, his family had favored him with an official position, but he thought it didn't matter, since he had it, he would just take it.
Later, he was deprived of his official position due to some matters and was exiled here.
He found a new goal, the imperial examination, and returned to the capital for Baohui.
But now, he wants to ask himself, besides serving Baohui, is there anything else he can do?
Cheng Zhongqian did not overestimate his capabilities to the extent that he thought he could change the service system that had existed for thousands of years, but if he could save one person from dying, even just one, that would be enough.