Chapter 17 The hot summer is suspicious

June is hot, and the sun is shining.

"Brother Yuchen, the lotus seed ice porridge you made is so delicious!"

At this time, there was a bath basin in the garden of the Lu Mansion, Mo Wenjun was wearing a thin green coat and was very comfortable in the cool well water, he splashed the cold water and sprinkled it towards the white jade dust, but he only waited for a white eye.

"What the hell are you not going to do? You can fight, you can make porridge, you look so good, God is really unfair, and the benefits are all given to you alone. ”

The lotus seeds freshly produced in this summer are simmered on millet on a slow fire, and then cooled down with a layer of frost, which is really crystal clear and extremely cool.

"One more bowl!"

Mo Wenjun cheekily handed out the bowl again, Bai Yuchen was draped in a thin gauze robe, a bunch of black hair was scattered around his waist, and he stood by the well pool with an expressionless face.

"Who's enjoying the benefits now?"

Mo Wenjun looked at Bai Yuchen, who was standing under the sun in front of him, and laughed when asked: "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, last summer I also wanted to ice a lotus seed porridge, but the kitchen was about to be burned by me, since then I feel that the kitchen and I may have a common enmity in the previous life!" ”

Mo Wenjun's self-deprecation provoked Bai Yuchen to bow his head slightly, and a faint smile brushed his face, making Mo Wenjun's heart warm for a while.

"Brother Yuchen, how much do you smile, how beautiful you look when you smile, you usually have a straight face, as if I owe you money."

"Fierce?"

Bai Yuchen handed the porridge to Mo Wenjun, and his blue eyes were full of stars.

"Of course! You want to learn to be a brother, he smiles all day long, how good-looking. ”

But as soon as these words fell, Bai Yuchen's face was instantly covered with a layer of frost, he frowned, his face was gloomy, and then he threw the spoon and entered the house without saying a word.

"Hey! You're still hanging out of this porridge! ”

Mo Wenjun grabbed his hair with a puzzled expression, how could this Bai Yuchen's temper get bigger and bigger.

"I don't owe you."

Mo Wenjun muttered, kicked on the bathtub, hum, what to drag!

After a while, he regretted it again, this well water was still brought to me by Bai Yuchen buckets...... This porridge...... He also cooked it for me, what if I get angry and don't cook porridge for me in the future...... Hey, forget it! Don't bother with you!

After thinking about it, Mo Wenjun smiled cheaply, and jumped out of the bathtub with his clothes on.

"Eh, Brother Yuchen, are you waiting for me, why do you run so fast......"

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"If it's all right, that's it for today."

Zhao Xiangwei drooped his face, he was sitting in the county ya, his official uniform was sweaty, several officials in the court stood weakly, June was scorching, the fire umbrella was high, the thieves and robbers went to take refuge in the summer, and the yamen was deserted every day, although the sun was scorching, but it was also calm and peaceful.

Zhao Xiangwei shook off his sticky wet sleeves, got up helplessly, and was worried about asking for some ice cubes to cool the house, but there were bursts of violent drums outside the door.

Since he governed Lotus Town, there has never been a dispute over beating drums and shouting grievances, and his spirit can't help but be shaken.

"Drummer!"

An old man crawled in from outside the door, wrapped in gray and black rags, and his old black and red face faintly showed under his yellow and white hair, he hurriedly panted, and his whole body shook violently like chaff.

"Zhao County Order! Save...... Save people! Save the Qingshui River! ”

He knelt on top of the court and kept kowtowing, already in tears, desperate.

"Uncle, stand up and say slowly, what's wrong with Qingshui River!"

Zhao Yuwei was full of doubts in his heart, and the feeling of uneasiness was like a tidal wave across his chest.

"Qingshui River, full ...... The whole village ...... They're all sick, ...... No more! ”

"What!"

Zhao Yuwei was stunned, his legs suddenly became weak, and a thick layer of sweat appeared in his palms, and the whole village fell ill? ! The most feared is the terrible plague!

"Uncle, tell me everything you know."

"I don't know! In those days, I went to visit my relatives, but I was not in the village at all, but before I reached the entrance of the village, Li Zheng stopped me and asked me to go to Lianhua Town to find Zhao County Ling for help! It is said that there is a strange disease in the village, and the whole village has contracted it, and it is almost dying! Zhao County Ling, you are the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva and a great benevolent person! Please, save the Qingshui River! ”

The old man snorted and cried, this sudden change swallowed the entire county government in a panic, plague, what a terrible disaster, one side of the water and soil were devastated, and the dynasty and the national vein were severely damaged, Zhao wanted to only hope that Qingshuihe could leave him more time at this time.

"Uncle, there is no definite number to go to Qingshui River, Zhao has to go back to the house to prepare first, after a pillar of incense, we will round out at the entrance of Lotus Town."

Then Zhao Xiangwei gave a few words, and then rushed to the door of the official at a gallop.

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