Xuan Miaoer put down the paintbrush and stood up, she knew that Qianluo was an understanding person, this girl was just too jealous and hateful, this temperament was actually what she liked, but she couldn't hold back her anger. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Qianluo, I know that you are for my good, and then I think about my third uncle's affairs, I am not angry, but now I think that it is important that we live well, I can't keep my mind on fighting with my grandfather, then we will not be happy, but when I can take revenge on them, I will not be soft, the main thing is that we live well ourselves, which is the best revenge for the enemy. ”

Qianluo lowered her head, she actually reflected on it every time she was irritable and angry, and every time Xuan Miao'er's words made her understand a lot: "I understand Miss, I was wrong." ”

"Help me put the painting away, let's go for a stroll, it's rare to run here to play, and I really want to go out for a walk when I have time in the future." "Xuan Miao'er understands Qianluo's personality, either she is vain or too protective of the master, so she won't really be angry, and Qianluo is indeed for her own good.

Qianluo has been following Xuan Miaoer for a long time and understands the character of her own young lady, as long as you are good to her, she is also a good eye for you, she said that if she is not angry, she is not angry, and quickly packed up the painting tools.

Xin Che and Xin Jing also helped on the side, and soon cleaned up, and the four masters and servants got into the carriage and continued to move forward.

At the foot of a mountain, Xuan Miao'er stopped the car and took out all the dry food she brought, and Qianluo took down the table from the carriage and a few small stools, and the four of them sat around the table and prepared to have lunch.

They were talking and laughing while eating, and suddenly heard a child's exclamation: "Mother, wake up, don't scare me, I'm afraid." Then the child's heart-rending cry followed.

Xuan Miao'er and the others hurried over, only to see a woman in her thirties lying on the side of the road, the lady's face was sallow, skinny, and a little boy next to her was about seven or eight years old, lying on the woman and crying until he was about to die.

Xuan Miao'er hurriedly asked Qianluo to step forward and ask: "Qianluo, you go and ask what's going on?" Xuan Miao'er felt that in this barren mountain and wild mountains, someone should be vigilant when someone appears, and Qianluo's kung fu is good, so let Qianluo go and see it first.

Qianluo walked over, pulled up the child and asked, "Little brother, what's wrong with your mother?"

When the boy saw someone coming, he was dressed so well, so he quickly knelt down and kowtowed to Qianluo: "Miss, okay, give my mother something to eat, my mother hasn't eaten for a day." ”

Qianluo put her hand in front of the woman's nose and tried her snort, checked that there was no danger on her body, and then turned to Xuan Miao'er and said, "Miss, this lady is hungry and faint." ”

Xuan Miao'er said to Xinjing: "Xinjing, you go and get some food and water." ”

I was calm and hurried to get it.

Xuan Miao'er looked at the boy: "Little brother, where did you come from? Is there no harvest in your family? This autumn, there is no disaster on our side, why don't your family have food?"

The little boy's face was dirty and he couldn't see what it was, he cried again, wiped it with his sleeve, and his face was even more spent: "There is a big official in the capital who came to collect grain and said that it was a disaster relief, and the grain that was harvested in our village was transported away overnight, and there are still people waiting in the village for those who have not been harvested, our family has little land, and there are younger brothers and sisters, so my mother had to take me out to find a way to live." ”

Xuan Miao'er took out a handkerchief and handed it to the child: "Don't cry, you and your mother will go back with me first, it will be fine." Xuan Miao'er felt that the child was not big, and some things might not be too clear, so she thought about waiting for the woman to wake up and ask.

Xin Jing came back with dry food and water, squatted on the ground, first fed the woman water, and then gave her a few bites of the snacks soaked in water.

The woman slowly relented, and quickly got up and knelt.

Xuan Miao'er held her down: "This aunt doesn't have to be polite, you can eat something more, and I'll talk about it later." ”

Xin Jing fed the rest of the snacks to the woman, and Xuan Miao'er took a few more pieces of snacks and meatloaf and handed them to the child: "You can eat some too, you're hungry." ”

The child was really hungry, so he took Xuan Miaoer's meatloaf and stuffed it into his mouth vigorously, and choked after a few bites, and spit it out, but he was reluctant to spit it out, so he had to reach out and pick it up and eat it.

Xuan Miao'er hurriedly grabbed him: "Don't drop it, you eat slowly, drink some water first, eat a lot." ”

The child took a sip of water and began to stuff it into his mouth again, knowing that he couldn't eat it anymore, so he reluctantly looked at the snack in his hand, and then returned it to Xuan Miao'er: "Thank you, Miss, I'm full." ”

Xuan Miao'er looked at the kid quite intentionally: "Then you take it for a while to eat, what is your name?"

The boy hurriedly replied, "My name is Zhang Damao." ”

Xuan Miao'er is actually very distressed by such children, because looking at them, she can always think of Xuan Anhao when she first crossed over: "Da Mao, let's look at your mother, and you will all go home with me in a while." ”

Although Zhang Damao is a child, he can feel that Xuan Miao'er is really good to him: "Thank you, Miss." ”

Xuan Miao'er walked to a woman and squatted down: "Aunt Zhang, if you don't mind, just go home with me first, and then talk slowly about anything." ”

The woman quickly knelt on the ground: "Thank you, Miss, take you in, thank you, Miss." ”

Xuan Miaoer helped her up: "Then let's get in the car." Then Xuan Miao'er asked Qianluo and them to put away those tables and stools.

Originally, Xuan Miao'er wanted to wander around for a while today, but she always felt that it was wrong for the government to forcibly collect grain, and why did the collection of grain go to such a remote place, but no one came to Hewan Village, which had the best harvest?

After packing up and getting into the carriage, Zhang Damao's mother took such a carriage for the first time, so she was nervous and didn't dare to move.

Zhang Damao is a child, and his receptivity is better, although he doesn't dare to touch it, he keeps looking around in surprise with his small mouth open.

The carriage didn't go fast, and Xuan Miao'er saw that Zhang Damao's mother's spirit was much better, so she began to ask: "Aunt Zhang, who are the officers and soldiers who went to collect grain from your family?"

Zhang Damao's mother shook her head: "I didn't say it, it's all wearing official uniforms, and carrying big knives, whoever doesn't hand over the food will be arrested and locked in prison, and the family will leave a little food, and the porridge can't be drunk for a few months, we still have two children at home, how can that little rice be enough to eat, the child's father has bad legs and feet, so I had to sneak out from here with Da Mao, and the rice and grain at home can also let the three of them spend a good winter at home." (To be continued.) )