The next day, Ling Bao got up and asked: "Brother, can we go to the county seat today?"
Cheng Yun gently combed her hair without feeling any pain, and said softly: "No, the village chief's bullock cart hasn't come back yet."
"Okay." Ling Bao shook his drooping calf, "Big brother, can you drive a bullock cart?"
Cheng Yun paused and realized that he had overlooked a big problem: he couldn't drive a bullock cart!
In the past, there was a horse-drawn carriage when traveling, and he didn't need to drive the horse-drawn carriage. He subconsciously ignored that the ox-cart still needed to be driven.
It seems that we still have to ask the village chief.
The village chief's brother-in-law returned the cart on the third day. When he learned that Cheng Yun and the others wanted to ask him to help drive the cart, he agreed without saying a word.
"There is no need for compensation. It belongs to the same village, so why should we pay it?" The village chief said disapprovingly, "As the village chief, I have to take care of the villagers' affairs."
Cheng Yun was embarrassed to let the village chief do his job for free. The village chief said, "If you really want to thank me, just be nice to Ling Bao. This child has a hard life."
Cheng Yun nodded seriously and said with a smile: "She is my sister, of course I will be good to her."
The village chief said with a naive smile: "It is also her blessing to meet you."
Before going, Lingbao made a special trip to Aunt Guihua's house.
"Sister Guoguo, we are going to the county town tomorrow, and my dad is going to have a shave. When we come back, you will know that my dad is the most handsome man!"
On this day, Cheng Zhongqian and the others got up early and went to the county town with the village chief.
There was dug turmeric on the bullock cart. Cheng Zhongqian was sitting next to it. He was very uncomfortable with it and his brows did not relax the whole time.
The cart is too hard, the cart is too rocky, and the turmeric has a smell.
Cheng Yun could only say: "Dad, please bear with me."
Cheng Zhongqian said nothing, his eyebrows and eyes were very low.
He thought this was the limit, but he didn't expect the wheel to get stuck in a mud pit halfway.
The villagers exclaimed: "No, the oxen can't pull it, so we have to push it. Dad, Dad, please come down and help me."
Cheng Zhongqian pointed back at himself and asked in disbelief: "Me?"
The village chief said yes. He looked at him with strange eyes. Who else could he be?
Cheng Yun coughed lightly: "Village chief, no need, Erlang and I will do it."
The village chief was quite familiar with them, and knew that they were not as evil as he thought. He frowned and said, "That's no good. He is me, how can he be so lazy? How can we still want that family!"
"Quick, Dalang's dad, get up and push."
Cheng Zhongqian's lips trembled and he looked like he was too angry to speak.
Cheng Yun quickly walked in the middle of his father's path twice, and said with a smile: "Village Chief, there's really no need. My father is not in good health. Erlang and I can do it."
"That's nonsense. Your father has been sick for a long time. If you eat well and drink well during this period, he will be fine soon."
That is to say, the people who were pampered in the past can continue to do it as long as they are not dead.
"Da Lang, dad, hurry up, the children are here, you can't act bad, or they will imitate you."
Cheng Zhongqian slapped Cheng Yun's hand away, jumped off the bullock cart, took a deep breath, and said through gritted teeth: "I push, can't I push!"
"That's right." The village chief said cheerfully.
Lingbao also jumped off the oxcart. She was not tall enough to sit in the back, so she could only press the side of the oxcart and use her strength to suck: "Yeah - yeah!"
Everyone worked together and finally pushed the bullock cart.
However, Cheng Zhongqian used too much force and suddenly lost his support. After staggering for a moment, he knelt in the mud with his hands on the ground.
Cheng Zhongqian closed his eyes and felt mud splashing on his face: "..."
My calves and hands were all covered in mud, and other parts were covered in mud. They were dirty and smelled of earth.
Cheng Zhongqian's eyes went dark, his face was dull, and he thought to himself why he got down to push the cart.
"Dad, are you okay?" Cheng Yun didn't dare to speak, "Are you injured?"
Cheng Yi grabbed Ling Bao, who was rushing forward, and let his elder brother handle it at this time.
He looked at the little fool, looking at the sky and the earth, but not at his father.
Lingbao asked worriedly: "Is daddy injured?"
The village chief looked at him, waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, it's okay, it's just a fall."
Cheng Yun breathed a sigh of relief.
But Cheng Zhongqian's face did not improve at all, and he lost all face!
"Let's go and continue on our way."
Cheng Zhongqian glared: "How can I hurry up like this?"
The village chief said: "It took a while to dry, and after it was dry, it fell off as soon as I patted it."
"No, I need to change clothes." Cheng Zhongqian couldn't bear it anymore and felt completely dirty.
The village chief pointed to the way he came and said: "We have to go back for an hour. Didn't we come out in vain? Dad, please bear with us. We country people are not so clean."
How can you bear this?!
Cheng Zhongqian clenched his fists, quite broken.
Under the friendly persuasion of the village chief, Cheng Zhongqian got back on the bullock cart with a face as dark as coal.
Originally, Ling Bao and the king were sitting next to him. Cheng Yun hesitated and moved Ling Bao to another position.
Cheng Zhongqian saw this and was annoyed in his heart.
Cheng Yun looked away guiltily, washing one piece of clothing is better than washing two pieces of clothing, right?
Ling Bao was sitting in the front corner, holding the sack, standing on tiptoes and asking Cheng Zhongqian at the back of the car: "Dad, are you not injured? Are you hurting anywhere?"
Cheng Yi slapped his forehead, little idiot, why are you joining in the fun at this time!
Cheng Zhongqian didn't even look back. No one paid attention to him and asked him to be quiet for a while.
"Daddy..."
Cheng Yun shook his head at her, and Ling Bao shut up obediently and asked in a low voice: "Brother, why doesn't daddy say anything? Does it hurt too much?"
Cheng Yun rubbed her head: "No, dad, he is sleepy, let's let him take a nap."
"Okay." Ling Bao whispered.
After another hour, we finally arrived at the county seat.
Looking at the unremarkable Feng'an County in front of him, Cheng Zhongqian was obviously disappointed. Unlike the streets that extend in all directions in the capital, there are only two main streets here.
When entering the city gate, the guard glanced at Cheng Zhongqian one more time, and Cheng Zhongqian glared back bitterly, wondering what he was looking at.
Driving the bullock cart to Miaorentang, Cheng Yi was a little confused.
"Brother, do we really want to go in? If this is not a medicinal material, we will be kicked out." That would be too embarrassing.
"It's all here."
Cheng Yun straightened his robe and stepped into the hall.
Lingbao and three others also followed in.
Everything was going well in the first place, but when it was Cheng Zhongqian's turn, a little accident happened.
"Wait a minute, you..." the apprentice frowned, looked up and down, and stopped mid-sentence, "Forget it, come in."
Cheng Zhongqian was slightly startled, and when he realized what he meant, his face immediately darkened.
After all, he had been an official for many years, and he was more powerful than his superiors. He was very dignified, and the apprentice somehow felt like he was being scrutinized.
Cheng Zhongqian sneered: "What should I do? Tell me everything you want to say. Tell half and hide half. It seems you are stingy."
Apprentice: "Why are you talking? I didn't say anything."
"Your 'nothing said' is much worse than 'what you said'." Cheng Zhongqian laughed sarcastically and walked away, "I won't go in. My clothes are dirty and I'm afraid it will dirty your place!"