"The concubine body means to let Cai Cong study, whether it is Guozijian or Sifang Academy, let him go to school like an ordinary person, and poetry, books and rituals will melt away the anger in his heart."

The eldest grandson said seriously, whether it is Huanshan Academy or Chongwen Hall, it is not suitable for Cai Cong, it is too close to the imperial court, and it is impossible to avoid disturbances.

"I think so too, if I go too fast, my mind can't keep up, so I should let him settle down."

"Then let him go to school? I think Guozijian is better, what do you think, Your Majesty? ”

"Let's let him go to the four disciplines! There are too many noble children of the country, and they are prone to accidents. ”

Cai Cong couldn't have imagined it at home, and the two of them would throw themselves into the academy as soon as they touched their mouths.

He is now on crutches, practicing walking, and he says that he will break his muscles and bones for a hundred days, but the child recovers much faster than the adult, and in only one month, he can walk slowly.

The greasy rain is about to stop, Cai Cong has already thought about it, don't care about anything, and spend this New Year in peace.

What she did this year, although Sister Cai didn't say it, she was worried enough! I'll accompany her well.

God is probably tired of seeing the tragedy of the world, on an ordinary morning, the sun came out of the golden clouds, lazy, as if he got up too early, and dozed off.

An old man with a miserable face walked out of the hut, looked at the bright sun, looked at the already stiff corpses in the house, looked at the blue sky and said desolately: "They all say that you have eyes, am I blind?" Why don't I see your eyes? ”

After saying that, I couldn't hold back any longer, and the bitter tears mixed with the bitterness of life flowed wantonly on that old face. When it flows into the mouth, it is neither salty nor sweet, it is bitter and difficult to swallow.

Meng Baolai stood by the river and looked at the blue sky, and couldn't help but say happily: "It's really beautiful, and the sky is clear on the big day." All right! Good! God has eyes! ”

Then he said to the others by the river, "Scoop up everything in the river, and burn the dead animals on the spot, and bury the dead under the slope." Pig rake, what are you doing with the dog? He also touched it, carried the body to the car, and rolled it into the salt pond to soak himself. ”

Suddenly, he saw a small soldier reach for a rotting corpse, constantly groping around on him, and he almost jumped up in anger.

The day before yesterday, he saw a dead tiger floating in the river, and excitedly fished it up, plucked off the skin, and showed off his luck everywhere. When everyone envied his good luck, Cai Cong ordered someone to fork him outside the village, soaked him in salt water for half an hour, and the tiger skin was also burned to ashes, and then he knew how the plague came about.

Although Caijia Village was not flooded, the river was full of garbage, livestock and human corpses. The clear water of the river has become muddy, and the black foam is floating on the surface of the river, which makes people feel ominous at first sight.

"Hehe, Commander, let's not think about it, Captain Xu will get married tomorrow, and if you want to touch a few dollars, you can follow it tomorrow." The pig rake said with a hippie smile, although he didn't dare to touch the corpse anymore, but he didn't think about soaking in salt water at all.

"You'd better rot your stomach, don't let Xu Jie know, otherwise you'll die. On people's big day, you take the dead man's money as a congratulatory ceremony, is this looking for bad luck? Hurry up and soak in the salt pool, if you are infected with the plague, not only will Lao Tzu not sympathize with you, but Lao Tzu will let your father personally set fire to you This unorthodox thing. ”

Meng Baolai said with a fierce face, leading soldiers can not rely on one heart and one mind, severe punishment is also very important, as soon as he finished saying this, the pig rake no longer dared to pretend to be stupid, ran to a pool with salt not far away, and jumped in.

"Dogs, if you don't listen to good words, you don't know it hurts until you smoke it." Meng Baolai said with a snort.

The river was too long, and when the rain stopped a few days ago, in order to solve the floating debris as soon as possible, Cai Cong asked people to go downstream and tell other villages that all the floating debris must be cleaned up.

This made the people of other villages very reluctant, in their opinion, the river water is dirty and they don't drink it, and there is also well water! But Cai Cong didn't care, he sent someone to watch, he had to clean up the river, and he had to soak in the salt water pool after finishing his work.

To the discontent of the people, some villagers simply took advantage of the fact that while the men went to the river, the women and children secretly dug up the salt from the salt pond and went home.

When the others came back from the river, they were dumbfounded, and a pool of salt water, not only was the salt gone, but even the water was scooped clean.

The people sent by Cai Cong couldn't smile bitterly, and the men in those villages gave a thumbs up to their mother-in-law's shrewdness. What kind of river is not clean will cause plague, it is obvious that the rich and noble people can't see that the river is dirty, and they pollute their eyes.

This matter was reported to Cai Cong, and Cai Cong didn't pay attention to it anymore, he couldn't live damn it, so he stopped a big net ten miles downstream so that those dirty things couldn't come upstream, as for whether the downstream would harm the plague, it depended on the will of God.

Looking at the river that is becoming clear little by little, Meng Baolai's mood has also become happy, with the efforts of the past few days, there is only so much left, after cleaning it, everyone will no longer see the corpses of the river all over the river, let alone watch the disgusting rats running around on the corpses, biting from time to time.

At the bottom of the hillside, a large pit was dug, and the corpses that had been fished up in the river were thrown into the pit. Cai Cong is not a ferryman, and he will not wait for anyone to come and collect these bubbles, and he can't distinguish the corpses of men and women.

A group of monks on the side were reciting the mantra of the past to surpass these ownerless lonely souls. This is the old man and Sister Cai'er paid to invite them, they always feel that these people are dying miserably, the dead will not rest in peace if they do not go over, and the villagers are not down-to-earth.

Cai Cong didn't care about going with them, the monks of Ci'en Temple still had a strong heart towards the Buddha, and they heard that it was the souls in the Chaodu River, so they didn't negotiate the price, and they packed up the magic utensils and came here.

In contrast, the White Horse Temple has been decayed, and ten monks were sent, and the price was one hundred taels.

The ten-meter-by-ten-meter pit, more than five meters deep, was full of corpses, and after covering the mound of earth, it was almost level with the hillside and became another hillside.

A tablet was inserted in front of the mound, and the inscription clearly stated who was buried. After the old man took the lead in worshipping, he said with a full heart: "You are dead, my Cai family is benevolent and righteous, and I hope you will rest in peace." All those who do not disperse and harm our people will be struck by thunder from heaven. ”

Listening to the old man's threatening words of kindness, Cai Cong did not feel ignorant, nor did he laugh. This is the most simple people, fearful, but some of the most simple and simple worldview.

"Uncle Tai, is this the end of it?" Seeing the old man coming over, Cai Cong asked with a smile.

"When the work is finished, worship once a year and offer sacrifices, so that they don't come hungry."

The old man nodded, looking at the monk who was going to pack up his things, he said disdainfully: "This group of bald donkeys still has a little heart for the Buddha? Compared to the masters of the Temple of Mercy and Grace, they are far behind. ”