The summer morning is not a little cool, and the sweat can soak through the clothes after a few steps.

In a farmland outside Bianjing City, a group of people dressed in brocade are working with their backs to the loess. With great difficulty, they wielded hoes and shovels to level the scorched farmland that had been destroyed by the fireworks yesterday.

Ten lashes. Dipped in salt water, it will be swung out by the border soldiers with muscular bumps. The taste was already unbearable, and I had to work on such a day for the next day. In less than half an hour, these people who were still suspicious of each other yesterday because of each other's pots began to talk about each other's troubles, and even began to help each other.

Among all of them, Feng Qingcheng was the last to come, and it seemed that the action was the most difficult and slow. Then two Jin Wuwei came over, one on the left and one on the right, and slowly unloaded the newly transported fertile soil on the side of the road.

The sun is getting higher and the heat in the air is even hotter.

Two croppers, one old and one young, came over with two burdens, and after explaining to the soldiers who were overseeing on the side, they beckoned everyone to come and rest.

These two farmers are the owners of the farmland. Yesterday, the farmland was destroyed, and a noble son sent someone to give compensation, and they were holding the ingots at home to rejoice, and the official of the Kyoto Prefecture sent another compensation.

This compensation would have greatly outweighed the loss of their fields. When they inquired and understood that this was the will of the officials, they felt that they were in a dream. I thought it was a man sitting at home, and woe fell from heaven. But I didn't expect that this was a person sitting at home, and wealth fell from the sky.

After making two windfalls, they were already smiling secretly, but they didn't expect their luck to be over. Early this morning, the official family punished people again to level the farmland. Not only was the area destroyed yesterday restored and leveled, but the rest of the intact summer crops were harvested, and finally even the fertile soil was added.

Although it was the will of the official family, the old man in charge of this family still decided to cook a big pot of mung bean soup and send it over, with a lot of mung beans and a lot of rock sugar.

Seeing this, the little maids waiting next to the farmland thanked the father and son while helping to fill the mung bean soup, and then quickly carried the soup into the farmland, so as to teach their masters to rest in place and avoid walking such a long way.

A group of officials and nobles came over with the soup bowls, still not forgetting their new difficult brothers and sisters, and they all asked their little servants to serve a few more bowls. Those little guys were clever characters, so they brought in a bucket and divided it on the spot.

There is no ice in the mung bean soup, and even the temperature is lukewarm. But a bowl goes down to moisten the throat and cool off the heat. Everyone drank a few bowls in a row, and finally felt that they were alive again.

In the midst of the small servants' diligent umbrella fanning, a Jin Wuwei breathed a long sigh of relief, "This job is really not capable of ordinary people. ”

An official and nobleman, Xiao Langjun, said: "Brother Lu, you are a person who practices martial arts, how can you make these farm jobs difficult now." ”

Another Jin Wuwei laughed and said, "People who practice martial arts are also human beings, and they are also afraid of heat. Besides, isn't it wounded? Speaking of which, those brutes are really ruthless. Hiss...... Now Lao Tzu is still in pain. ”

The resonant laughter of the brothers and sisters rang out for a while. The painful Jin Wuwei patted Yun Xiaolangjun on the shoulder again and said, "To say that this time, our Yun Xiaolangjun is the most admirable. He came early in the morning, and shoveled half a foot of the ground alone. ”

Yun Xiaolangjun grinned and pushed his hand away, shouting, "Be lighter!" Be light! There are injuries. - Don't admire me. I came early because before dawn, my father drove me with a rattan stick. ”

The cloud phase is the most important agricultural mulberry, which is well known to the government and the public. Before dawn, he drove his son to be punished with a rattan, and he really did it.

Everyone was silent together, and looked at Yun Xiaolangjun with great sympathy.

Yun Xiaolangjun's mouth was immediately crooked. He likes to be the center of attention, but the reason he doesn't like that attention is sympathy!

Yun Xiaolangjun's little servant saw his master's expression, and immediately changed the topic and said, "If you want to say that it is worth admiring, it is General Yao Xiao." It's so powerful when he's injured. The little one can see it clearly over there, and the little general's hoe dance is really strong and impermeable. ”

General Yao knocked the wooden spoon containing the soup on the little guy's head, "Rabbit cub, what did you do with that hoe?" This sycophant is filmed, and the master doesn't recognize it. ”

Everyone burst into laughter. After laughing for a while, Yun Xiaolangjun hurriedly said: "The word sweeping red is not used appropriately, but it is not wrong. is also a person who practices martial arts, take a look at our General Yao and then look at our Hou Ye. Isn't it high and low? ”

A Kyoto government official said: "Yun Langjun doesn't know anything about this. We were all whipped ten times yesterday, but Marquis Feng ...... Eighty percent is more than ten salt water whips. ”

Someone immediately asked, "What do you mean by that?" ”

The yacha glanced at the group of people sitting on the edge of the farmland. Then he turned back and lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "Someone saw that the Dingbei Hou Mansion invited two bone-setting Langzhong last night. ”

Someone else interjected, "So what, I asked for it three times yesterday." It really hurts. ”

The yacha became even more mysterious, he showed a smile like a master, and then continued: "The first time was when Lord Yang sent Marquis Feng back to his house. The second time was when Mr. Ming returned home. It is said that at that time, the speed of Mr. Ming's arrest could not be described by words such as running and running, and he rushed back to his home. ”

All were enlightened. Qi Qi cast his sympathetic gaze on Fengqing City in the distance.

Being beaten is a very sympathetic thing in itself. Not long ago, there was a rumor in Kyoto, saying that Marquis Feng had been pleased with Mr. Ming all these years. was beaten by the person you liked, and I don't know what it was like.

Yun Xiaolangjun saw such an ending, and he was satisfied. He drank a bowl of mung bean soup very comfortably, and felt that he was worthy of being Yunxiang's son.

There is a folk saying: dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and the sons of mice will make holes.

His father has always been called an old fox, how can he, as the son of his father, not have black tricks in his belly.

Last night, Dingbei Hou Mansion invited Lang Zhong twice, and he actually knew about it. He also knew that as soon as Mr. Ming entered the mansion, he brought a servant to ask where Fengqing City was.

He deliberately shifted the conversation here. If you want to be sympathized, it's better to ask everyone to sympathize with Feng Dalang. This policy of not dying and not dying in the poor must be carried out to the end.

Pretending to sigh lightly, Yun Xiaolangjun shook his head again and again and said: "Hengzhi, he really ......" When he said that, he sighed heavily, "That's it, I'm afraid that even so, Hengzhi is also happy in his heart." ”

One sentence successfully reversed the impression that Feng Hou Ye had some kind of masochistic hobby. Some people are thinking: Isn't it infatuation that has reached a certain level, so being beaten is also a kind of happiness that you are willing to be beaten?

If that's the case, then Marquis Feng is really pitiful.