Zhu Ding, waking up in the sound of a child's crying, his brain was in pain from the inside out, and his spirit was a little sad. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

His eyes were already open, but his thoughts were still a little dull and a little dull.

He stood up from the soft grass pile on the ground, his skin was stinged by the friction of the coarse cloth clothes on his body, coupled with the weakness and dizziness of his body, Zhu Ding knew that he had a cold, and it was very likely to be accompanied by a fever.

This made him look at the still dry haystack for a long time, and he was reborn for several lifetimes, except for poisoning, he had never been sick, not even a toothache.

Now, I'm sick, is that a good thing or a bad thing?

This time and space that does not belong to him is accepting him, this little cold, or the first kindness that this world has shown to him.

But has Zhu Ding accepted this world?

"Little grandpa, are you awake? The things were so badly destroyed that there ...... in the tent."

Zhu Ding raised his head weakly, waved his hand at the somewhat panicked soldier, and said as gently as he could: "Where is it, I want to thank you, a ball of hay at this time is much more difficult than the usual soft bed." ”

Then, he walked out of the crude tent, looked around, and saw the two old guys who were still chatting with each other, and saw Xu shivering in a sheltered place. Hui Zu, so he raised his head and said to the strong soldier who was much taller than himself:

"I think, there may be some misunderstanding between us, if you are talking about the little grandfather of the Wei Mansion, then you have recognized the wrong person, I am a child of the Bai Ding family, and that old man is my grandfather.

The little grandfather you said is there. ”

He successively instructed Old Man Fang and Xu. After Huizu, the stupid soldier who didn't cut his hair slowly walked towards the place of dispute.

Of course, it wasn't for the excitement, but the little girl's scolding was so ugly that he wanted to go over and see what was going on.

The soldiers who built a temporary bridge between the city wall and the two hills, busy coming and going, their faces were tired, these people had not rested since last night, because in the face of such a situation, their numbers were already overstretched, and it was impossible to rest in shifts in batches, so they could only resist, and many veterans who were already a little older were no longer so steady under their feet.

When Zhu Ding passed by them, they did not put down the heavy objects in their hands, the military orders were like a mountain, their task was almost impossible to complete, and no one dared to delay a little.

But the way they looked at Zhu Ding, their chests that had been raised again, and their arms that had become strong again, all showed their awe for Zhu Ding.

At this moment, Zhu Ding, a half-grown son who has not yet been crowned, is an immortal envoy sent by heaven in the eyes of these soldiers who have saved ten times and a hundred times the number of people they have, and their lives and those who survived were all saved because of Zhu Ding.

The appearance of Zhu Ding is a great encouragement in itself.

Standing on the city wall, the red top is a little conspicuous, this should be a place for soldiers, no matter how noble the status of the rescued refugees, can only be crowded on the two hills that are already overcrowded, wearing soaked robes, suffering in the cold wind, this is the death order of the thirteen eunuchs.

At this time, instead of letting these people get in the way, it is better to let the energy of the tired soldiers be fully focused on the search and rescue work, instead of being distracted from dealing with the uncle who may not come from nowhere, so the refugees can only be confined without discrimination.

At least until the floods can accommodate people in the city, there is no better way.

Therefore, wearing a dry coarse cloth shirt, standing on the broken small section of the city wall, it is particularly abrupt, and those dignitaries and nobles in the innermost circle have been discussing the identity of the two old guys who have been pulling skin at this end of the city wall all morning, and now there is a Zhu Ding.

As a result, these spirits began to quiet down, began to pay attention to Zhu Ding, and began to think about how to approach or even have a good relationship with this seemingly easiest breakthrough in the shortest possible time.

As long as you are not a fool, you can guess that the person who can stay on the city wall, even if it is really an ordinary person, as long as it is not a slave, after the catastrophe, at least it will be an upstart, and it will be watched by local bigwigs and even court bigwigs.

No one thought that the reason why they were rescued was because of Zhu Ding's arrangement, but even if it was the offspring of an upstart family, it was enough for these people to hand it over.

Zhu Ding didn't disturb the soldiers' work, the bodies floating on the water were not very common, and they were already exhausted and needed to concentrate all their attention in order to try not to let go of any person or corpse.

His brain is actually not very bright now, the pain and dizziness make it difficult for him to concentrate on thinking and analyzing, so he stood on the edge of the broken wall of the city wall and listened for a long time, and the scolding little girl also scolded for a long time, the man holding the child staggered his arms back and forth, his arms began to tremble slightly, and the child's small feet had been immersed in water over his waist, but the people around him tried their best to avoid it with a look of disgust, and no one stepped forward to help.

In fact, the cause of this friction was very small, because the man with the child in his arms, when he was rescued from the water by the soldiers, used his blood-stained hands to stain the precious clothes of the little girl's owner.

Zhu Ding even heard that the owner of the little girl was born in the late Yuan Dynasty, and was assigned to the teaching department and was a prostitute.

In other words, this little girl and her master are both lowly.

A servile slut can point at a beloved person and scold at this catastrophe, but no one stops her, and even the person concerned does not dare to refute it, which is completely inconsistent with Zhu Ding's perception of Daming.

Zhu Ding carefully looked at the two sides.

Although the little girl was of low status, she was very well dressed, and although the fabric was not silk silk, it was not a bargain, let alone the gold and silver ornaments on her head; On the other hand, the man's clothes were patched everywhere, and even the holes in his waist showed his thin back, although it showed that the winter in the state was not as cruel as in the north, but he only wore a tattered single coat in the tenth winter, which was enough to show that this man was poor.

But even if he is so poor, he will not be humiliated like this by a lowly maid, just because a piece of clothing is dirty? At this time, all of them have two big words on their heads - refugees!

Zhu Ding cautiously stepped on the "single-plank bridge" leading to the island, walked to the island in the worried and frightened eyes of the soldiers on the side, did not look at the girl, drew water to the man's side, smiled and stretched out his hand, to help him share the soreness of his arms.

"Yo Yo Yo, there's a poor sour boy again, what's the matter, I scolded him and hurt you? Feeling uncomfortable? A poor ghost like a beggar, why is he fighting for space with us, haven't you seen that this piece is full? Shouldn't you poor ghosts live in this world and waste food, why don't you hurry up and pull the water to death and pull it down? ”

Zhu Ding raised his eyebrows, looked at his clothes, and found that last night, I don't know when, his robe was cut out of a big gap, and his body accounted for a lot of grass scraps, he touched his head with his hand, and his hands were full of grass clippings, no wonder the woman would say that she looked like a little flower.

But even if it's called Hanako, won't it change to have a place to stand in this flood?

Zhu Ding ignored the sharp-toothed scolder, but persistently picked up the child who was tired of crying and fell asleep, and asked with a smile as if she didn't exist: "You are a good temper, and I have already shaved her ears, this child looks very good, and he is also a good young man when he grows up, how old is he this year?" ”

The man finally raised his head, his expression was still a little shy, and he didn't know whether to speak or not, and after a while, he stammered and said:

"I, in the next is not right, in the next ......, that ......, anyway, in the next is wrong. I also know how old this child is, when he was crazy in the water, the child was lying in a leaky bathtub, and he was carried by him, and this seemed to be a girl. ”

Zhu Ding's old face turned red, and he glared fiercely at the maid who couldn't stop scolding, causing the other party's voice to be raised three tones.

Zhu Ding still ignored her, and in her scolding, he asked the man who lowered his head again: "Hehe, I'm young, and I can't tell these things apart, but I listened to my uncle's words, I should have read books, how did I fall into such a field." ”

The man raised his head and replied with a gloomy face: "I studied in private school for a few years, but I couldn't participate in the scientific examination......

Hey, it's hard to put into words, it's a pity that the family's life's work is ......"

Zhu Ding was curious: "Ling Zu is?" ”

The man's eyes flashed with pride that was extremely incongruous with his sullen face: "The ancestor of the family is Shen Fu, and the word is Zhongrong." ”

Shen Fu? Is it famous? Zhu Ding was full of doubts.

"Brush"

The people standing beside them actually squeezed out some space on the overcrowded hill, trying their best to stay away from him in the man's depressed expression, and some people even exclaimed: "Shen Wansan's descendants!?" Bad luck, bad luck ......"

Shen Wansan? His grandfather is Shen Wansan?!

Zhu Ding's mind instantly cleared, and he looked at the man in front of him with bright eyes, as if he was looking at a piece of peerless delicacy.