Looking at the three people, as well as Li Qin leading the two girls, carrying Xiaoxiao away slowly, Wu Siyuan felt an inexplicable irritability in his heart. What happened today, this woman is afraid that the image of this woman is sacred to the extreme in the minds of the people in this town. But he still has the idea of the Jiang family's farm!

But the first thing at hand is disaster relief, and look at the situation. In this rockslide incident, the proportion of dead and injured people is about 46%. In this kind of disaster, such a high survival rate, looking at the entire Tang Dynasty, I am afraid it is also the first one. This merit is repaid, and a commendation from the imperial court is absolutely indispensable. It is even very likely to be appreciated by the imperial court, and where there is a real shortage, let him make up for it.

So, after lunch. Wu Siyuan, who adjusted his thinking, also actively devoted himself to emergency rescue and disaster relief. Personally direct the rescue personnel and assign the work. It's just that the more he points fingers like this, the more he is suspected of being an afterthought, which makes the people even more disgusted with him.

In the minds of the people, the method of disaster relief, Mrs. Xie Yuan, the female Bodhisattva who came with a weak body and a sick body, has been taught to everyone. Nearly 100 people have been rescued in the morning. And according to the current progress, all the rescue work can be completed within the "golden rescue time" mentioned by the female bodhisattva. If your county lord really has the heart to save people, why is it too late until noon? And one has no rescue tools, and the other does not bring disaster relief materials? Isn't this a scramble for credit?

It's just that the people don't fight with the officials, everyone just keeps their dissatisfaction in their hearts, but the work in their hands never stops. At the same time, the news of a landslide caused by a rare thunderstorm in Huayin County was also sent to Chang'an through the post station express. It is expected to arrive in two days......

I didn't know the sun and the moon, and at ten o'clock in the middle of the night, Xiaoxiao, who had been asleep for nearly a day, finally woke up again. I felt weak and my lips were dry, so I wanted to ask Qing'er to bring some water. When I looked up, it was my naughty brother Li Qin who was lying on the desk next to me. At this time, he was sleeping soundly, and Harazi dragged him to the ground for a long time, and he was very disgusting.

Looking at his appearance, he is also tired when he thinks about it, and it is difficult for him to endure hardships like this as a pampered official son. Thinking of this way, I don't want to wake him up. So I struggled to get up, went to the kitchen and poured water to drink, and then I felt better, but I didn't have anything to eat all day, and my stomach was empty. I rummaged around, but I didn't see any leftovers at home, thinking about it, the two girls hadn't slept for more than a day, and they were also sleepy. I guess after I got home, I settled myself and went to catch up on sleep......

But I was hungry and couldn't sleep. Rummaging around, there are still some eggs in the house. I messed around with an egg fried rice to fill my stomach, and I didn't feel so uncomfortable, so I went back to my room to sleep. During the whole process, no one woke up, which shows how tired everyone was this day and night......

The next morning, everyone who had rested all night woke up refreshed. She carefully prepares breakfast in the kitchen, and wants to make some big supplements for the young lady; Qing'er was frying medicine around the stove next to her, while Li Qin took advantage of her good spirits to read early in Jiang Zhixuan's study.

When I got up together, I saw this scene. I couldn't help but feel in a trance, as if I had gone back to a month or two ago. It's just that the reader in the study has become his younger brother. Thinking of these, I couldn't help but worry about my husband who went to Chang'an. According to the footsteps, Zhixuan should reach Chang'an tonight, right? Thinking like this, he wanted to go out of the courtyard and take a look at the way Zhixuan left and returned.

As soon as she pushed open the courtyard door, there was a sound of objects hitting under the courtyard door, and something rolled towards her feet, so frightened that she almost screamed. After looking carefully, I found out inexplicably: baskets of eggs, pieces of bacon, baskets of vegetables, and bags of rice were piled up on a hill at the door of the house, and there were even two jars of wine next to it.

Looking at all this in front of him suspiciously, he was puzzled, what was going on? Is it whose family is going to have a happy event? But how do you pile these things up in front of your house? I couldn't think of a result even if I broke my head, so I called Qing'er over loudly.

"Qing'er, look at this...... What's going on? ”

Qing'er was also puzzled, she had never encountered this before:

"Miss, the slave doesn't know, this ............"

"Look around, if anyone has left something in our house?" Qing'er nodded.

It was the height of summer, and it had just rained heavily yesterday, so the fog was heavy in the morning. If you are a little far away, you can't see things clearly, and you can't see things more than ten feet away at all. Qing'er looked around in this thick fog, but after walking not far, she was startled by the scene in front of her:

Just thirteen or fourteen zhang away from the Jiang family's house, there were fifty or sixty people standing densely. These people, old and young, men and women, all looked at her with blank eyes at the moment. Seeing her coming, one of the old men came out of the crowd and said to her with a trembling mouth:

"Girl, you don't have to look for it, this is all a little bit of the villagers' heart for the female Bodhisattva!"

Qing'er blinked her eyes: "Heart...... Purpose? ”

The old man nodded:

"Yes, mind! Yesterday, our Zhaojia Village suffered a catastrophe, if it weren't for the female Bodhisattva who came up with that method, I don't know how many people would have died! When everyone heard that the female Bodhisattva had gone to carry rocks and dig the soil in person in order to save our buried villagers from her serious illness, and she fainted from exhaustion, they all wanted to thank the female Bodhisattva for her ......."

Qing'er was a little speechless: You don't have to thank you for sending so many vegetables, meat, eggs, or something at once, in this weather, how many days can these things be placed? Thinking like this in his heart, his mouth opened:

"The slave and maid thanked the old man and the villagers for the young lady, but ...... Wouldn't it be too much......"

The old man was a little ashamed when he heard this:

"Girl, we peasants really can't come up with anything decent. Everyone took some of their own local products, thinking about making up for the female Bodhisattva, the old man is really ......" The old man couldn't go on, probably in his opinion, Xie Yuangong's wife must have disliked these vulgar agricultural products.

"Qing'er, take everything away!" Just when Qing'er didn't know how to answer, Miss's voice came from behind. Qing'er was relieved, and hurriedly answered, turned around and went back to ask for Fu'er's help and move all those things home.

When the villagers saw her coming, they suddenly became excited, hulala knelt on the ground, and shouted: "Thank you, madam, thank you female Bodhisattva!" ”

The old man with white hair couldn't cry even more, and shouted loudly in a trembling voice: "Madam, the old man has come to kowtow to you with the old and young of Zhaojia Village, thank you for your kindness to the reinvention of Zhaojia Village......