In 790, four years after the issuance of the Dragon Emperor's edict, Qingshui County was unrecognizable. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The news of the demon invasion made many rich people in the county worried. In less than four years, those famous and famous businessmen have fled one after another.

The first to move his family out of Qingshui County was Cao Guogui's family. Cao Guogui used his connections and relied on Cao Jinling's reputation to successfully settle down in the prefecture and county of Pingyang Prefecture and Linhai County.

The most helpless is the county order, Cheng Zhi. He is an official of the imperial court, the parent official of Qingshui County, unless the entire county is overturned, he has no reason to leave.

But in today's Qingshui County, martial arts people from all walks of life gather to earn military exploits; Armies from all sides frequently entered and exited, and from time to time they grabbed strong men to replenish the army. In the county town, people are already panicked, and public order is extremely poor, except for some old and weak children, even young women will be arrested and sent to the army almost as soon as they show up.

In such a harsh environment, Chen Faner is lucky. As the maid of the official office, she has some protection, and the military will not let the operation of the official office be affected, in the final analysis, everyone is working for His Majesty the Dragon Emperor.

"Miss, tomorrow is your eighteenth birthday. But the old man said that everything was simple, which was too annoying. ”

He who speaks is cold. The eighteenth year of the female college has changed, and four years have made her mature a lot, and at the age of seventeen, she already has some charm. But it is precisely because of this that the current cold and quiet Cheng Yu are more and more incompatible. looks cold and fat, while Cheng Yu is much thinner; In terms of temperament, she is more like a pampered eldest lady, and Cheng Yu gives people a feeling of living in a boudoir for a long time.

The funny thing is that Leng Qingsu has been pretending to be Cheng Yu for so many years. If it is true for a long time, it seems to outsiders that Cheng Yu's personality has changed as he grows older.

Cheng Yu sat by the window reading a book, and when he heard Leng Qingsu's complaint, he only shook his head slightly.

"Sister Susu, in my opinion, you can't bear the loneliness yourself, so you want to have a good time."

Naturally, it was Chen Fan'er who was laughing and talking on the side. After four years, she has also grown up. Fourteen-year-old Chen Fan'er has a hint of aura, a strong sense of intimacy when she speaks, and her appearance has also shed childishness, with the intelligent temperament of a girl. It's a pity that the birthmark on the right side of her face has not disappeared, although it is covered by hair, it will still be inadvertently seen from time to time.

"Hey, it's still Sister Fan'er who understands me. It's really going to suffocate! In the past two days, a group of mobs have robbed and made trouble in the market area, which has made the old man anxious, and he is not in the mood to organize the birthday of the young lady. Leng Qing listlessly fiddled with a few fine brushes on the desk, and said, "It's so messy outside, I don't dare to sneak out to play." Hey, it's still Sister Fan'er, you have a good heart, and you go out every day to give to those beggars. ”

"This is a good deed of the master, and I will support it." Chen Fan'er said with a smile on her face.

Although Cheng Zhi has been an official for many years, his kindness has always been consistent. In the past few years, the situation in Qingshui County has deteriorated, and he has opened official grain relief many times, and he has also asked the imperial court several times to ask for more food. However, the current Qingshui County is no longer under the control of Cheng Zhi's small county order, and the disaster relief silver allocated from above has been forcibly taken by the local army through layers of exploitation, and there are very few that can be used for disaster relief.

The disaster is getting worse and worse, and people's livelihood is getting worse and worse, but Cheng Zhi can't do anything. The only thing I can do is to let the house steam more steamed buns every day and distribute them to beggars near the government.

At noon on this day, Chen Fan'er walked out of the back door of the mansion with two baskets of steamed buns.

In the alley across the street of the government is the place where a group of beggars live. In previous years, most of the beggars here were middle-aged people who were idle and lazy, but in today's Qingshui County, these middle-aged beggars have long been arrested and used for military purposes, leaving behind either old men or disabled and injured.

"Uh, why hasn't Miss Fan'er come yet, I'm about to starve to death." A beggar with crippled legs knelt on the ground, touching his belly and complaining.

"Before the hour comes, you're hungry! If it weren't for Cheng Xianling and Miss Fan'er, we would have starved to death a long time ago! Sitting across from the disabled beggar was an old man with sores on his face and gray hair, who, although he said so, looked in the direction of the alley from time to time.

"It's coming, it's coming! Miss Fan'er is here! The one-handed beggar sitting at the front of the alley looked around, and finally looked forward to Chen Fan'er with a basket.

The beggars hurriedly made themselves more messy and miserable, knelt down and began to cry quietly, pretending to be extremely pitiful, and the disabled beggars even pressed their wounds and pretended to have recurred from old wounds.

"Huh, uncles, I'm sorry, I'm late today." It was bitterly cold, and Chen Fan'er was bubbling with white gas, and said apologetically.

"Miss Fan'er, it's finally time for you, it's better for you to be kind-hearted, otherwise we would have starved to death." The old man with poisonous sores on his face immediately kowtowed to Chen Fan'er.

"Grandpa Gu, don't kowtow, I can't stand it, give, just out of the basket steamed buns, hurry up and eat them while they're hot." Chen Fan'er took out a snow-white steamed bun from the basket and stuffed it into the arms of the old man surnamed Gu.

"Thank you, Miss Fan'er, you are really a kind person, ahh......h

Seeing that the old man was given steamed buns, the beggars all surrounded themselves and stretched out their hands to beg for it.

Chen Fan'er didn't think the beggars were dirty, so she let them pull their clothes and patiently distributed them one by one.

The beggars each had a steamed bun in their hands and spread it out contentedly, some of them ate it with their heads bored, and some people took the steamed buns into their pockets. Some of them are alone, others are dragging their families, and they have to bring back the food they have begged for to feed their sick family members or children.

Not all beggars, though.

In the depths of the alley, there was an old beggar, covered with a thin layer of torn quilt, who only knew how to sleep all day. The other beggars rarely dealt with this withdrawn old man, and even when Chen Fan'er came, the old man would not wake up to look at her.

Chen Fan'er walked softly to the old beggar, squatted down, and stuffed the steamed bun into the sleeping old man's arms.

Then he instructed in a soft voice: "Grandpa, eat it quickly when you wake up, the steamed buns are not delicious when they are cold." ”

The old beggar snored, seemed to be sleeping more deeply, and didn't hear Chen Fan'er's words of concern at all.

But Chen Fan'er is used to it, this strange old man has been in this alley for almost a month, and he only knows how to sleep, and he has never woken up.

When a beggar receives a charity and does not give thanks, many hypocritical benevolents will mind. But Chen Fan'er won't, first of all, she feels that this is her duty and doesn't need to be reciprocated, and secondly, she is doing good for others, and she really wants to thank Cheng County.

Just as Chen Fan'er covered the basket with a cloth cover and was about to walk out of the alley from the other end, he heard someone at the entrance of the alley shouting viciously:

"Stinky old man! Hurry up and hand over the steamed buns, or you will be ruined! ”