He Zhichun was taken aback by Cui Jiu's voice, and walked over to take a look, good guy, this guy has cut his feet with a sickle.

"Cui Jiu, take off your boots and see how the wound is?"

Cui Jiu's face flushed, "It's nothing, it's a small injury...... How can this scythe be so fast! ”

In order to cut faster, he behaved seriously, but he didn't expect that the feeling of cutting wheat was completely different from cutting trees and cutting people, and he was so embarrassed!

That old man Yang came back to his senses, "Ling Lang is really full of energy, full of strength......"

He Yu was also a little speechless, isn't Cui Jiu just a son's brother, let alone cutting wheat, it's good that he can recognize that this is wheat.

"Ah Qiao, take Xiao Jiu to take a look under the tree, it's hot, don't let the wound suppurate."

He Zhichun nodded, helped the limping Cui Jiu to the shade, pushed him to the ground, took off his boots, unbuttoned his socks, and lifted his trousers.

Cui Jiu was a little dumbfounded, "Ah Qiao, Ah Qiao......"

He Zhichun took a look, good guy, he really cut a bloody wound.

"What are you doing here? It is not a shame not to be able to cut wheat, but it is very important to be able to do it. He Zhichun said, cleaned Cui Jiu's wound, took out the small medicine bottle he carried with him, and gave Cui Jiu medicine.

Cui Jiu straightened his chest, "A certain will be cut, really!" It is...... It's the first time I met the sickle, and I haven't cultivated a tacit understanding yet. ”

"Huh!" He Zhichun said with a smile.

Cui Jiu coughed, "Today is Ah Qiao's birthday, and I want to be with Ah Qiao." ”

As he spoke, he took out a dagger, "Last time in King Wei's Zhuangzi, your dagger was useless, this is good, Ah Qiao will carry it with him in the future." ”

He Zhichun looked down and saw that the dagger sheath was tattered, and it was some years old at first glance.

"This is a gift from Daddy when he first started practicing martial arts. He is a great general, and this dagger has been on the battlefield and killed people. Its name is Bloody Blade. ”

He Zhichun really needed such a dagger, and happily accepted it.

"Thank you."

Cui Jiu narrowed his eyes, "Why did your father take you to the countryside to farm?" Is it to look at the new rice seeds in Yuezhou? ”

He Zhichun shook his head, "Daddy probably wants me to enter the Zhumen, don't forget this." ”

Don't be like Zhiqiu, forget the book.

Cui Jiu was thoughtful, and suddenly his hands tightened, and he glanced at He Yu in disbelief.

He Zhichun saw that his face changed, and asked curiously, "What's wrong, is there something wrong?" ”

Cui Jiu shook his head and said with a smile: "It's okay." If it's Ah Qiao, there must be no problem. Jinyang's incident was said to be caused by the person in the kitchen. I heard that the sage wanted Pingyao to go to Ganye Temple to lead the practice for a year, and to copy the mantra for Jinyang. ”

He Zhichun sighed calmly, "Pingyao has nothing to do with my He family. ”

"Well, then I won't talk about her in the future."

It was noon, when the sun was blazing.

Mr. Yang's family sat under the shade of the big tree, waiting for the lady in charge to bring food.

He Zhichun also put the food he brought and let He Yu and Uncle Yang eat first.

Then he beckoned to the missing girl.

"What's your name?"

The girl rubbed her hands with the corner of her clothes, "My name is Hua Niu." Big brother, you are so good-looking, and the flower girl will marry you in the future. ”

He Zhichun laughed when he heard this, and glanced at Cui Jiu proudly.

Cui Jiu decisively picked up a salted duck egg, "If Hua Niu doesn't marry her big brother in the future, then this salted duck egg is yours." ”

Hua Niu immediately took the salted duck egg and said seriously: "Big brother, I'm sorry, Hua Niu can't marry you." Although you are good-looking, but you can't eat it, salted duck eggs can be eaten. ”

This time, Cui Jiu was triumphant, "Ah Qiao, you see that you can't compare to a salted duck egg!" If someone takes salted duck eggs and exchanges them with so-and-so, so-and-so will definitely ...... Hmm"

He Zhichun kicked him and stuffed a date dumpling into Cui Jiu's mouth.

He Yu saw that Cui Jiu was injured, so he didn't stay here for a long time, drank wine with Uncle Yang, ate zongzi, and said, "Uncle, have you thought about the matter of the Shangyuan Festival?" ”

Old man Yang nodded, "Although the old man is afraid, he will definitely go." ”

He Yu stood up and made a big salute to Uncle Yang.

Then he said to Cui Jiutong He Zhichun, "Let's go, let's go back to Chang'an City." ”

He Zhichun chuckled in his heart, about the Shangyuan Festival? What's going on on the Metaverse?

Is it like King Wei said, the prince deliberately lost her? What does that have to do with this ordinary old man?

But He Yu refused to say, and she couldn't figure it out.

After getting on the horse, she still looked back at Uncle Yang from time to time, but the old farmer had already led the family to cut the wheat.

On the way back to Chang'an City, He Yu walked slowly, pointing to the fields and fields in the village from time to time, and there were people.

"This family originally had three sons, the eldest was the government army, and he died in battle a few years ago when he fought Tuguhun. The younger son went up and died in battle. There is only one second son left who has three rooms, the old and the young, and there are few strong laborers in the family, and they are very poor, and they can't even find a pair of pants that cover their bodies. ”

Cui Jiu frowned, "The government army died in battle, and the imperial court has a pension silver, why is it so poor?" ”

He Yu did not reply.

Cui Jiu replied to himself: "Layer by layer. ”

Daqing has a strong national strength, often goes on expeditions, and there are often deaths in battle, but he didn't expect that near Chang'an City, there are also people who live so poorly.

"It's a dereliction of duty on the part of the Imperial Observatory."

He Yu smiled, "In the future, you will all stand on the high platform and big boat, and when you encounter some wind and waves, you will only feel that oops, you can't go out to meet friends today to enjoy flowers and poetry; But the common people sat on the rafts, and a wave came and overturned. ”

"You made a decision, perhaps on a whim, and took out a bar from the pension money, which was nothing more than a bowl of wine, but for them, it was the great wave that capsized the ship."

"If you can't see the people on the high platform, you won't know what unforgivable things you have done."

He Zhichun and Cui Jiu were thoughtful and listened carefully to what He Yu said.

The three of them kept walking like this, and by the time they arrived at Hefu, it was almost time for curfew.

He Zhichun was greeted by Ruan Mo in distress, she had been in the sun all day today, her face was red, if she didn't use pearl powder, it would not have darkened a few points.

After He Zhichun left, Cui Jiu looked at He Yu and asked, "Daddy, you have to ask Ah Qiao before you can make a decision." ”

He Yu smiled and patted Cui Jiu's shoulder, "Xiao Jiu is a good boy. Daddy didn't make a decision for Ah Qiao, Daddy just thought that if there was such a day, Ah Qiao could not forget her roots, so that the people's lives would be better. Xing, the people suffer; Death, the people suffer. ”

Cui Jiu looked at He Zhichun's back rubbing his face, and he really couldn't imagine it......

But it's not without a chance, what if the great-grandfather was sent by a saint to teach Ah Qiao in Yuezhou? Does that mean that in the hearts of the saints, they also believe in the so-called criticism, and they will be like He Yu to be ready for this.

Cui Jiu suddenly thought, and a turbulent wave set off in his mind.

If one day, the old monk said that Ah Qiao became the emperor, then what is he? Empress Choi?

Wipe......