Having been here for a few days, Miss Jun knows that these people are hardworking and hardworking, and children are no exception.
She would meet them every morning when she went up the mountain and when she came down the mountain at night.
It's just that she hasn't paid attention to how they work. It turns out that this is the case.
Miss Jun stood up and looked at these people seriously and intently.
The sound of bangzi became more and more intensive, and the movements of the scattered people became faster and faster. With the short and slow sound of bangzi, men, women, old and young with companions around them started fighting with each other.
This scene lasted for a long time, until the sound of banging stopped, everyone's movements stopped, they moved their hands and feet, held the farm tools in their hands and continued working. Everything was calm, as if nothing had happened.
"Have you always done this?" Miss Jun said suddenly.
Yang Jing, who was standing behind her, was stunned for a moment, then fell silent again.
The eldest brother is smart and picky, so the disciples he accepts are naturally extremely smart, and they should be able to find out that he is behind him.
"We are officers and soldiers, so of course we must practice hard without slacking off," he said.
Now that she heard him say he was an officer or soldier, Miss Jun would not think it was a joke.
"Where are you officers and soldiers?" She turned around and asked, "Master too? Then why are you here again? Master, why..."
Yang Jing lowered his eyes and interrupted her.
"Miss Jun, I don't know your master, and I don't know anything about your master," he said.
Miss Jun looked at him and sighed.
"Uncle Yang, please stop being like this." She said, "Can't we talk about anything if we can talk about it?"
Yang Jing suddenly smiled, but it was a bit like crying.
"Yes." He said, "If you have anything to do, let's talk about it. Let's talk about it. Wouldn't it be nice?"
Is this an answer or a rhetorical question? Answer her words, or ask someone?
Miss Jun looked at him and could feel the anger and grief in his bones.
What did Master do back then?
Yang Jing looked like he didn't want to talk any more and turned around to go up the mountain. Miss Jun subconsciously called him to stop him.
"Miss Jun, do you have any other instructions?" Yang Jing turned around and asked.
Instructions...Miss Jun looked at him, then looked down the mountain.
"I want to ask you for a favor." She said suddenly.
Yang Jing looked at her with a somewhat wary expression.
"My guards..." Miss Jun pointed to where she lived with a smile, and then looked at Yang Jing, "I would like to ask you to train them."
Training? Yang Jing was stunned for a moment, what do you mean?
"To be honest with Uncle Yang, the real reason why I came here is that I was being hunted," Miss Jun said.
Hunt?
Yang Jing was stunned for a moment and then suddenly realized.
"How many royal guards?" he said.
That's it. No wonder they were suddenly arrested despite being together.
They were the one who captured her, but they looked really like her guards, which is understandable. They wanted to hunt her down, so naturally they wouldn't let others capture her.
"It's easy for you to catch them, but the skills of my guards are much worse." Miss Jun continued, "I will have to face more guards in uniforms on the way back in the future, so I want the guards to practice with you."
Yang Jing hesitated.
"We actually don't know much, and our kung fu is not very good," he said.
"Yes, you old and young, you are definitely not as good as my guards in terms of strength or kung fu." Miss Jun said, "But a single tree cannot make a forest. If you work together, even these imperial guards are no match for you."
That's right, Yang Jing reached out and stroked his short beard.
"Of course my soldiers are very good." He said subconsciously, just like before.
The words came out with a somewhat sad expression.
I haven’t said this sentence in many years.
"So I hope you can train my guards to be good soldiers," Miss Jun said, "so that they can protect me and return to Shanxi safely."
Yang Jing was silent for a moment.
"Okay." He said, "Miss Jun, you have forgiven us a lot, and it is right for us to do something for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the girl in front of him smiled.
"It's not what it should be." Miss Jun smiled, "I will reward you."
remuneration?
Yang Jing was stunned for a moment.
"No, no need..." he said quickly.
But Miss Jun ignored his words, waved her hand to him, turned around and jumped down the steps.
"I'll make arrangements." She added with a smile.
Yang Jing shouted a few times, but the girl had already run away like a deer.
Was there something wrong with what he said? Yang Jing couldn't help but stretch out his hands and scratch his head. Was he deceived by this little girl? But what could he be deceived about?
By noon, Yang Jing knew what he had been deceived.
"Say you agreed to this," Xia Yong said, pointing to the piles of rice, grains, vegetables and meat in the yard.
Yang Jing looked stunned and embarrassed.
"I didn't agree," he said, "I just agreed to let them train with us."
Xia Yong nodded.
"Yes, so this is the reward for training soldiers," he said.
Yang Jing scratched his head again in shock.
"This kid," he said, "What should we do? Go back?"
"Ask my sister-in-law." Xia Yong's wife suddenly said, "If she goes back, she won't help her guards train. It won't look good either."
Yes, Yang Jing and Xia Yong looked at each other and nodded.
Hearing what Yang Jing and Xia Yong said, the woman who was weaving smiled.
"Then she gave us rice, vegetables and meat just because of her business." She said, "For herself, not for... others."
When the word "other people" was spoken, her voice was slightly lowered.
Yang Jing and Xia Yong also bowed their heads and remained silent.
"Then accept it." The woman's voice said briskly, "Everyone benefits from each other and is happy. It's good."
Yang Jing and Xia Yong looked at the woman with some surprise.
"Sister-in-law." They called in unison.
The woman looked at them.
"What? In your eyes, am I the kind of person who is indifferent to good and bad and doesn't distinguish between right and wrong?" She said with a half-smile.
Yang Jing and Xia Yong shook their heads.
"How could it be possible? My sister-in-law is the best person in the world." They said in unison.
The woman smiled.
"Is it the best?" She sighed softly, lowered her head and continued to weave.
Yang Jing and Xia Yong looked at each other, feeling a little uneasy and sad. They said no more and bowed before leaving.
The mountain village became lively in the afternoon, and Liu'er quickly ran back from outside.
"Miss, everyone was as happy as if they were celebrating the New Year." She said exaggeratedly, "Some people opened the snacks and ate them on the spot."
Miss Jun smiled and sighed again.
Have they been so poor for so many years?
"Don't be so serious this morning, look how happy you are now." Liu'er said again.
"How can you call it prude?" Miss Jun said, with a bit of displeasure, "They don't want it, they really don't want it. Now that they want it, I'm really happy. This is a real person."
Liu'er stuck out her tongue.
"Miss, I was wrong." She said immediately, "I'm so happy to see them happy."
Miss Jun glared at her angrily and smiled.
"Miss, please try the rice I cooked today." Liu Er immediately said with a smile and brought a covered cup.
Seeing the master and servant enjoying themselves happily, Lei Zhonglian walked away with a smile on his lips, and the two bodyguards followed him with complicated expressions.
"Master Lei, are we really going to do farm work with others?" they asked in a low voice.
"Is this true or false?" Lei Zhonglian raised his eyebrows and said, "You can do whatever Miss Jun asks you to do. There are absolutely only advantages and no disadvantages."
So absolute. The two escorts looked at each other and said, well, they paid for it and bought their lives, so doing farm work is nothing.
Dusk fell, and smoke was rising from every house in the mountain village again. This time, no one came out. They all gathered at home and waited. From time to time, laughter and the noise of children could be heard.
The aroma of various meals wafted through the village, and every household lit up the lights. Although only one torch was saved, it was enough to make the mountain village as bright as the stars.
Autumn nights are becoming more and more intoxicating.
The lights in Luzhai in Beijing are bright as always, but unlike in the past, which seemed lively but still as quiet as dead water, today there is a somewhat tense atmosphere in the house.
There were many maids and servants standing in front of Princess Jiuli's house, all of them looking anxious.
There was a commotion outside the courtyard gate. Lu Yunqi, wearing official robes, strode towards him in the night. The girls and servants greeted him anxiously.
Lu Yunqi ignored them and walked into the house. There were also many servants and girls standing in the house, as well as a few imperial doctors who were talking with their heads down. When they saw Lu Yunqi coming in, they were busy saluting.
Lu Yunqi looked inside, and through the colorful bead curtain, he could see Princess Jiuli lying on her side on the bed.
"What's wrong with the princess?" He looked away and looked at the imperial doctor and asked. (To be continued)