With Zhao Xiang's many years of experience in the love scene, combined with Zhao Yan's sudden expression, and the strength of his attack, Zhao Xiang naturally thought of the mistake he made after getting drunk last time.

What's worse is that Zhao Yan also drank with her last night, and before the break, it seems that the three little children went to sleep......

"I was wrong! Heroic female spare her life! I don't dare anymore! Zhao Xiang was so painful that he wanted to bite someone, so he begged.

Zhao Yan suddenly let go, turned around and left: "Stay away from me!" ”

Zhao Xiang lifted his clothes, and a large piece of purple was already on his waist, and he would stay away from this violent maniac without Zhaoyan's warning, so he followed back from a distance.

The rain was a bit heavy, and Zhao Xiang's whole body quickly got wet, but he still walked slowly, one was Zhao Yan walking slowly in front; The two are calculated by a certain physics tyrant, and it rains more when running on a rainy day than walking.

Zhao Yan stopped and waited for Zhao Xiang, and a place was vacated under the umbrella, signaling him to come to the umbrella.

Zhao Xiang stood outside the umbrella and stroked his short hair, the water droplets flew up a white mist, and said: "It's all soaked, what kind of umbrella do you hold, so you won't be wet." ”

Zhao Yan stubbornly propped the umbrella on Zhao Xiang's head. Zhao Xiang suddenly felt a little warm, and was about to say something good, but saw that she was facing herself with the whites of her eyes, with a look of contempt.

The two walked slowly, the road was muddy, and Zhao Yan seemed to cherish the little white shoes on her feet, always carefully avoiding the water and mud on the road.

"I'll carry you, otherwise you won't be able to go back until it's dark."

Zhao Yan hesitated, looked around to see if there was anyone, and then leaned on Zhao Xiang's back. Although Zhao Xiang's back was soaked, it was thick and warm.

Zhao Yan felt a pair of big hands that were unstable, and the scabbard stretched out and stuck on Zhao Xiang's neck: "Hey, don't put your hands around!" ”

Zhao Xiang's hand left her buttocks, grabbed her back from the crook of her leg and walked forward.

The atmosphere was a little too quiet, and Zhao Xiang's breath was on his neck, and Zhao Xiang felt itchy.

"I didn't expect you to look skinny, and you really have a bit of weight."

"If you can't carry it, let me down."

"How can you not carry ......?"

"Don't talk, walk!"

Zhao Xiang stopped talking, and walked slowly with Zhaoyan on his back in the rain.

Because of the rain and because of the send-off for Chunyang, the construction site was suspended today. Along the way, I didn't see a single person in the entire Xiaozhishan.

"When does your friend plan to stay, he has to bring food to Xiaowen every day, and it's annoying to watch."

"Friends? What friends? ”

"That fat showman who stays in the wooden house every day and doesn't leave."

Zhao Xiang turned around: "What you said about Li Yuanguang, that black fat man?" He's not gone yet?! Why didn't you tell me? ”

"You didn't ask, he also lived in peace, I thought you left him to live......"

The elevator opened, Zhao Xiang didn't let go of Zhaoyan, and Zhaoyan also spoke, so he carried her into the elevator.

Li Yuanguang was reading a novel in the corridor of the wooden house, his fat body was almost stuck in the rattan chair, and when he saw the two of them coming out of the elevator, he exclaimed: "Zhao Daguan, it is really a good fortune, and he is envious of Xiaosheng!" ”

Zhao Yan embarrassedly got off Zhao Xiang's back and went back to the building alone with an umbrella.

Zhao Xiang walked up to Li Yuanguang and asked, "I just found out that you haven't gone home yet!" You've lived here for so long, aren't you afraid that your family will worry? ”

Li Yuanguang smiled evilly: "Sister Tielian, Brother Xiang, you really have a hand!" ”

Zhao Xiang didn't answer, and said, "Hurry home, and now that the civil unrest has subsided, I will ask a few people to send you back." ”

"Not necessarily! I'm going to stay a little longer and wait until I'm done with these books. After speaking, he pointed to a bunch of Ming and Qing novels on the table, those books were downloaded by Zhao Xiang on the Internet and printed by himself, and bound into a book with a binding line. Originally, it was placed on the second floor, and he didn't want to be moved down.

Li Yuanguang was just reading these novels in the wooden house for more than ten days, and his originally clean-shaven beard was almost Marx, and there was a faint smell on his body.

Zhao Xiang took two steps back, "You haven't taken a bath for a few days?" ”

"I didn't bring a change of clothes to take a shower, by the way, where did you get so many idle books? It really made me fall into it and couldn't extricate myself, I originally heard Gan Zhe say that he didn't love to see good books, and he joked about pretentiousness, it turned out to be true. I don't care, you must give me these books. ”

Seeing that Zhao Xiang's face was clouded, he sneered again: "Just kidding, I'll only watch it here, and I'll go home after reading it, you don't have to pay attention to me, every day your apprentices will bring me food, my father will be very relieved if he knows that I am so focused on studying." ”

Zhao Xiang glanced at it, found the "Golden Vase Plum" in his hand, and teased: "If your father knew that you were reading this book, he would probably break your legs, right?" Stop talking nonsense and go back now. ”

"Why are you so indifferent, I have been a guest at your house for so long, and instead of entertaining, you want to drive me away, I don't care, since there are good books, I won't leave, unless I ......"

With the evil charm on the face of the black fat man in front of him, Zhao Xiang knew what he wanted to say: "You can only pick three books and take them away." ”

"Hehe, this is called a brother, this divine book is naturally to be taken away......"

And then...... The black fat man didn't need anyone to protect him, he ran away after rolling the book, for fear that Zhao Xiang would regret it.

As soon as Li Yuanguang left, the huge Zhishan Yunju felt unusually empty.

It rained for two days, and all work was stopped except for the soup kitchen, which opened at a fixed time every day. And fewer and fewer people came to receive the porridge. By the third day, there were less than 300 people left, which was inseparable from Wang Haoran's efforts - he led a group of officials to make daily patrols, and persuaded everyone who could afford to go home.

Naturally, the victims are reluctant to go home, but they are also not willing to sit and wait for death here. As a result, many of the victims moved their families again.

The last 300 people were absorbed by Zhao Xiang, which is called a lot of debt. Looking at the bamboo sheds left behind by the large number of victims on the other side of the embankment, Zhao Xiang suddenly wondered if there were many of them the ancestors of those remote villages in Zhangzhou later, after all, Fujian tulou began to appear in the Song Dynasty. The vulnerable groups who were bullied by the big clans and bandits finally chose to settle down in remote areas, which is better known as the development of vast no-man's land, but in fact, there is a lot of helplessness and blood and tears.

Wang Haoran didn't know when he was standing beside Zhao Xiang, obviously he didn't come here today for official business, and when he saw Zhao Xiang pondering, he said: "Since ancient times, it has become a practice for tyrants to forcibly annex the people's fields and houses, force them to become customers, and then become tenant farmers, or live in isolation, and spread their own branches and leaves. The dynasty has its own rise and fall, and the people are not the same. ”

Zhao Xiang said: "Do you think it's normal? ”

"What if it's not normal? 1,500 years since the Qin Dynasty, the people were miserable when they were in trouble, and it seemed to be a good weather in the prosperous era, but in fact there was an undercurrent. ”

Zhao Xiang nodded in agreement: "That's about it." It's just that under the peace of the prosperous world, most of the darkness has been covered. Xing, the people are bitter. Death, the people suffer. Longxi County has a good official like Lord Wang, which is really a blessing for the people. ”

Wang Haoran smiled bitterly: "Whether the people are blessed or not will not be determined until a hundred years later, but you have been blessed by misfortune." ”