The more Xiao Meng Jiang thought about it, the happier he became, and he stayed with tears in his eyes, crying with joy.

"Don't cry, don't cry." King's Landing saw Xiao Meng Jiang crying, and hurriedly comforted her: "Don't cry, don't cry, I'll give you the meat buns to eat, there is no problem that can't be solved after eating the meat buns." ”

"Poof." Xiao Meng Jiang was amused.

"If you have any happiness or unhappiness in the future, you can tell us. Don't keep it in your heart, your mood will be suffocated. Meng Jinyu said to little Meng Jiang.

"It's just that, no matter how delicious the buns are, they will go bad." Seeing that Xiao Ling stopped crying, King's Landing took a bite of the bun with peace of mind.

"Okay, in the future, the three of us will be a family, we will share things together, we will share good things together, share blessings and misfortunes, and never give up." Xiao Meng Jiang felt that he had finally found a sense of belonging like home.

"Great, King's Landing is so happy, King's Landing wants to eat two more buns." King's Landing said as he took another big bite of the bun.

Hahaha, everyone laughed, and the yard was full of laughter.

"Boss, where do they live? Is your message accurate? According to the message you gave, we have sneaked into several of them, but each time it has been in vain. The man in black touched his shriveled stomach aggrievedly and lamented: "If I can't complete the task, I'll faint from hunger." ”

"Be quiet, this time it's absolutely right, the previous few times just didn't find a good direction, after the first few attempts, we must have found the right place this time." The black-clothed boss Xin clenched his fists with five fingers and swore solemnly: "Believe me, it won't be wrong." ”

"Do we have any plans for this time, Boss?"

Although the yard was large, there was only one kitchen, and we went to the kitchen to ambush us, and if anyone was going to cook, we would just put some sweat medicine in the water and food. When they're all asleep, we'll tie them up and hand them over to the people who paid to hire us. ”

"There are so many people in the mansion, boss, how do you know which one is the one the employer wants?" The little brother in black asked puzzled.

"It's not simple, the employer wants the owner of the house, then we must be looking for the most expensive and magnificent." The boss in black gave him a "you're stupid" look.

The little brother in black couldn't help but feel weak, boss, boss, does this plan full of loopholes really work? You can just get in it yourself, and a bunch of brothers' lives don't get in.

However, this group of them are all from a hard background, they don't have any great skills or wisdom, and they all gather together with the righteousness of the boss. Whoever is bullied, the boss will help out, and if anyone has no food, the boss will give his own things. There is no one who does not follow him.

Hey, forget it. Anyway, there is Yeli, I will definitely be able to go back alive, not afraid, not afraid. The little brother in black glanced at Ye Li, who was napping with a sword behind him, although Ye Li was usually silent, silent, and like a stuffy gourd, but he could always use a good sword in times of danger to protect everyone from breaking through smoothly. Looking at Ye Li, the little brother in black was relieved.

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Drinking the birds and flowers in the Cui Pavilion is peaceful.

Meng Jinyu sat in the pavilion and stroked the piano gently.

Not far from the pavilion, there is a tall locust tree, covered with green cover and lush branches. Xiao Meng Jiang likes this dragon locust tree with great tension and vitality very much, and she always likes to be close to it.

At this time, she was leaning on the dragon locust tree, looking at Meng Jinyu's piano score and lyrics, and accidentally recalled that when she was working in the field, she heard a folk song sung by several old men when they were planting rice in the field.

Thinking about it, Xiao Meng Jiang thought of the golden wheat field and what he had seen and heard along the way, and felt a little melancholy. She hummed softly to the song she remembered.

"The fire flows in July, and the clothes are given in September. One day is hairy, and the second day is fierce. No clothes and no brown, how can he die? The third day is in the shackles, and the fourth day is the toe. With my wife and son, I am happy in the south of the country, and the fields are happy. “

Meng Jinyu, who was sitting in the pavilion, heard Xiao Meng Jiang's sad singing, his heart moved, and the music in his hand turned. The quiet sound of the piano becomes deep and sad.

"The fire flows in July, and the clothes are given in September. In spring, there is a sun, and there is Naruto Geng. The woman holds the basket, obeys the micro line, and asks for the soft mulberry. The spring is late, and the harvest is Qiqi. The woman's heart is sad, and she and her son return together.

Flowing fire in July, reeds in August. Silkworm moon strip mulberry, take the axe, in order to cut far away, the other female mulberry. Singing in July, and results in August. Zai Xuan Zai Huang, I Zhu Kongyang, for the son. “

Young and beautiful girls, even their personal freedom is not their own, and the greedy and arrogant sons and brothers can take them and the fruits of their industriousness by force at will.

"April is beautiful, May is singing. It was harvested in August, and it was seeded in October. One day in the raccoon dog, take the fox, for the son Qiu. On the same day, the two days are the same, carrying martial arts, saying private words, and offering them to the public.

In May, the cockroach moved the stock, in June the chicken shook the feather, in July in the wild, in August in Yu, in September in the household, and in October the cricket came under my bed. The dome suffocated the smoked rat and stuffed it into the house. My wife and son, said to change the year, enter this room. “

O industrious people, all the prey they have worked so hard to hunt is handed over to the nobles, and their dilapidated huts are difficult to survive even the winter.

"Eat Yu and Herb in June, Heng Kwai and Herb in July, peel dates in August, and get rice in October. Eat melons in July, break pots in August, and uncle tho in September, pick salaries, and eat my farmer.

Build a field in September, and harvest in October. Millet is heavy, and wheat is wheat. I am a farmer, my crops are the same, and I have entered the palace. Day in Mao, night and so. It is urgent to take the house, and it begins to sow a hundred grains.

On the second day, the ice was chiseled, and the third day was in Lingyin. On the fourth day, its fleas are offered lambs and leeks. Frost in September, cleansing field in October. Friends wine feast, said to kill the lamb. Standing in the court, he is called a gentleman, and his longevity is boundless. ”

Year after year, day after day, people were busy spinning like spinning tops, finishing farm work, hunting, and offering to the nobles. His house is dilapidated, and the walls are not sheltered, but he has to help the nobles build luxurious palaces. It is clear that people are suffering from exploitation, but they still have to shout praises for the nobles.

At the end of the song, Xiao Meng Jiang burst into tears.

The carefree and well-fed of these days made Xiao Meng Jiang feel the extreme difference between the polarization of the rich and the poor. The more she immersed herself in the present life, the more uneasy she felt.

Meng Jinyu walked under the dragon locust tree and waited quietly beside Xiao Meng Jiang. "Do you think of anything sad?"

Xiao Meng Jiang raised her head, and a light slanted onto her face.

"I ...... I think...... I hope that the poor do not have to be poor, and that the rich will no longer blindly pursue luxury and exploit the poor. Everyone can eat and be satisfied, wear warm clothes, live and work in peace and contentment, and be happy and healthy. Xiao Lingjun said.

"Yes, one day, we will make this wish come true." Meng Jinyu's voice was full of confidence.

"Cousin Jinyu, why are you so confident?" Little Meng Jiang was curious about the powerful belief in Meng Jinyu's eyes.

"Because there have been many sages and saints who have worked hard to fulfill this wish, and they are still working hard. Meng Jinyu's eyes lit up when she said this, "You also know one of them." ”

"Who is he?" Xiao Meng Jiang asked.

"He's your father, Lingjun."

"Huh?" Xiao Meng Jiang was secretly surprised, he didn't expect that his ordinary father would also be turned into a sage by Meng Jinyu, it seems that he still has a lot of things he doesn't know.

"Your father has repeatedly advised the first emperor to implement benevolent government, recommend good talents to the imperial court, and promote talents and talents. He was a philanthropist and gave away his wealth to the poor in the midst of the disaster. He is willing to fall for the country, but few people understand. The first emperor once asked your father if he would regret the stupid things he did. Your father said......" Meng Jinyu emptied himself for a moment and looked at little Meng Jiang.

"I also have the good things to do, although I have not regretted the reason for nine deaths." Xiao Meng Jiang continued.

"Yes, at that time, the first emperor once smiled and said, you have not regretted nine deaths, and you will not be there just as soon as you die." Meng Jinyu said, "Your father has always been firm in his beliefs and has never been beaten. ”

Meng Jinyu continued: "King Cheng admires Mi Yuan Zuo the most, he once wanted to name King's Landing Lingjun, but to no avail, he said that if he has children in the future, he will be named Lingjun. ”

"My father never mentioned these things to me." Xiao Meng Jiang sighed.

Meng Jinyu bowed his head slightly, and said: "No matter when or what, King Cheng has never taken credit, he has always been worried about the worries of the world first, and happy after the world." King Cheng is an eternal role model in my mind. “

"Lingjun, Lingjun, Lingjun, Spiritual, Shanye. It's all the same. Words can correct the law, and be good at reasoning. Meng Lingjun, I like this name more and more. Xiao Meng Jiang said happily.