Look, a happy family. [Biqu Ge free reading.>

Ziwei squinted and looked at this family with relish.

Childe didn't know when he came to Ziwei's side, and when he saw her, his face was also infected, and it is estimated that she remembered her life in the palace, and her face showed happiness.

Childe turned his hand to break a piece of rope, and was silent for a long time, Ziwei was afraid that he would be troubled by the silver ticket, so he bumped her with his elbow: "Don't worry about the silver ticket, there is a way to solve the urgent need now." ”

Childe raised his eyebrows, looked at Ziwei meaningfully, and a light smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth: "What's the way?" ”

"Raise money to repair the bridge. This method is the fastest and most convenient way to solve the problem at hand, and it will soon be dark. You can't delay, or you'll make a mistake. ”

Ziwei thought about it in her heart, and donated all her 70,000 taels, there was still a difference of 4,000 taels, and the remaining vacancies could be filled in the form of donations, and it would not be a problem to repair the bridge before dark.

When he returned to the house, he made the matter clear to his father, and asked his father to hand over a recital to the court, hoping that the court would care about the people's suffering, and that the local government should be instructed to govern and govern the matter of the people's livelihood.

Uncle Zhang's face, which had been depressed for a long time, flashed a bright light: "The girl is smart, this idea is very good." ”

"Without further ado, Uncle Zhang, you go to the car and take out the paper, pen and ink, and I'll write a few words."

"Okay" Uncle Zhang responded, quickly took down the paper, pen and ink from the carriage, put a large piece of paper on a wooden box and spread it out, Gongzi stepped forward to grind it, Ziwei bent down, waved the ink, the pen walked Jiaolong, and wrote "fundraising to repair the bridge" on the wooden box

"Hehehe, the girl's good handwriting opened my eyes, and the remaining silver taels should have fallen." Childe put down the ink strip in his hand, looked at the four big words "fundraising funds to repair the bridge", and quickly understood the meaning of Ziwei's move. With the help of the people's strength, solve the old and difficult problems.

"The power of the people is infinite!"

The wooden box of "fundraising for bridge repair" is placed in the middle of the road, and pedestrians on the road walk around looking at this wooden box, feeling fresh and novel, and have gathered around to join in the fun.

Ziwei stood here and pointed to the guardrail on the bridge, and said to the onlookers: "Uncle and uncle, hello, I am from the capital, today happened to be your place, this bridge is in disrepair, the guardrail has rotted, bringing safety hazards to pedestrians, a year ago, this son was also for this reason, the rope broke and fell into the lake, fortunately was rescued." Today's son passed by here, saw that the bridge was not repaired, with good thoughts, he donated all the 70,000 taels of silver tickets he bought, and repaired the guardrail on the left. ”

Uncle Zhang also helped beside him: "Yes, what this girl said is true, the son and the girl are kind-hearted and think about the people, the son has spent seven thousand taels for this bridge, and we have no money to go back to Beijing." ”

The uncle who sold peaches sat on the bluestone slab at the head of the bridge, took off his hat and fanned it, and then said with great feeling: "Yes, just now a child almost accidentally fell into the lake, but fortunately this girl rescued him. ”

"Why doesn't the government care? When the accident happened, we reported it to the government, but no one has bothered so far? ”

"What do you say?"

Everyone said a word, I said a word, everyone began to pay attention to this matter, Ziwei began to think in her heart, and then spoke: "Qushui Bridge connects the capital and Jincheng, the geographical location of this bridge is very important, the government of both places has the responsibility to repair the bridge, maybe the funds are not in place, until now this bridge is still no one cares, causing inconvenience to travelers." We can't just sit back and wait for the government to take charge, but we also have to do our part as a local resident and manage our own affairs. The guardrail on the left is a good investment from the child, and I am willing to step into the footsteps of the son and contribute 70,000 taels. Repair the right guardrail. ”

People buzzed and discussed, "The son and the girl are kind-hearted, accumulate good deeds, and are really nobles in our two places." ”

"Now it's okay, we travel safely, and we are not afraid of falling into the lake after walking at night in the dark."

"Where does the government care about the lives and deaths of our people, and I don't know what we do with the taxes and money we pay? We have had floods and droughts here, and we have never seen the government's silver taels for disaster relief. How could the government use the silver taels to build bridges? ”

Talking further, people are here lamenting the instability of the current situation, it is estimated that the government will calculate the silver in the treasury, and use the silver in key places, and the people in the government generally have a wrong understanding, thinking that this bridge can be used without collapse, and the people can travel to the future, so the government of both places is reluctant to ask about this bridge, who asks who pays for the silver, and in other words, they still do not want to pay for the people to pay for the silver.

"Hey, being an official is not for the people, it's better to go back and sell sweet potatoes." Ziwei wanted to break her head, and she didn't know which county lord this classic sentence came from, this sentence is really appropriate here.

The peaches farmer stood up and shouted at crape myrtle: "You say, how to get it, I'll do it." ”

Ziwei looked at a group of hot-blooded men, sighed, she muttered for a while: "Since we all came from afar, the funds are limited, after calculating an account, I will pay 70,000 yuan, and there is still 4,000 taels, if we get together 4,000 taels, we can start construction, and the bridge can be repaired and used before dark." ”

"Girl, as long as you speak, we will do it, there are only four thousand taels left, so let's make up. It is better to seek officials than to seek yourself, and everyone should work together. it. ”

The middle-aged man pushed the burden forward, opened the lid on the basket, and it was full of red and bright peaches, and he bent down to give each of them a peach: "These peaches are planted in my own yard, and today I will distribute these peaches to everyone, which is my love and responsibility." ”

The farmer took a good start, and immediately the people started shouting, and the people were so enthusiastic that they were willing to donate money to repair the bridge.

"Those who have money will pay, those who don't have money will contribute, and everyone will work together to build bridges for themselves."

"Willing to contribute a hundred taels."

"I'm willing to give forty taels."

"Twenty Taels"

"Ten taels."

……！

Without waiting for Ziwei to say more and say some polite and occasional words, people had already taken out a hundred or forty taels from the sleeves of their robes...... Silver, ready to be stuffed into the donation box.

The kindness of the people deeply touched Ziwei, and she was excited, looking at a group of simple faces who were running around day and night, working hard, and tanned by the sun, and felt grateful.

A simple smile shook in her eyes, touching the softest side of her heart, who is the loveliest person, and the common people are the loveliest people.

She picked up the pen and replied to the crowd, "Wait, report the name of everyone who donated, and I'm going to stick it on the bridge so that people will remember you." ”

The donation box was quickly filled with silver, and Uncle Zhang held the donation box and drove to the store in a carriage to buy rope again. Some of the silver was not enough, and the shopkeeper heard that they had donated money to buy ropes for the purpose of repairing the bridge, and he was very generous, so he exempted some of the silver and counted his own share, and did his best to do practical things for the people.

Uncle Zhang was overjoyed, bought the rope, rushed back, and everyone worked together to unload the box from the carriage, and worked together to tear off the rotten rope and replace it with a new rope.

New ropes were placed on both sides of the bridge, and new guardrails swayed in the wind on both sides of the bridge.

Ziwei posted the list of donations on the bridge in time, and everyone gathered around, looking at their names on the bulletin board, and all of them showed happy smiles.

The farmer squeezed to Ziwei's side, looking at the big characters on the paper one by one with adoring eyes, and he begged quietly in embarrassment: "Girl, your handwriting is really good, can you leave me a souvenir of your pen and ink?" I want to educate my son with pen and ink, and ask him to study hard and be a good man. In the future, she will grow up to be as knowledgeable as a girl. ”

Ziwei smiled and handed the pen and ink to the farmer: "Uncle, thank you, this pen and ink was given to you as a souvenir." ”

The farmer took the pen and ink and put it in the basket, said hello to Ziwei, and hurriedly stepped into the journey home with satisfaction.

A horse-drawn carriage drove over the repaired bridge. Ziwei sat in the carriage, turned sideways and looked at the bridge they had raised money to repair, and her heart was happy, this was the only good thing she did when she came to Jincheng, and it was also a good thing for the benefit of the people.

Childe sat across from Ziwei, looking at a book in his hand. Occasionally raised her head, her eyes fell on her, and when she turned her head, she hurriedly lowered her head and pretended to read.

Ziwei also pretended not to see his changes, and continued to stick her head out to look at the sparkling lake, enjoying the scenery outside, and when the carriage slowly marched to the middle of the bridge, she saw a few big characters written in the center of the bridge.

On a whim, Ziwei slapped the window lattice and shouted at Uncle Zhang's back: "Uncle Zhang, stop." ”

Uncle Zhang heard Ziwei's cry a little urgently, grabbed the reins, and said softly, and the horse hoofed and stopped.

Seeing this, Childe put down the book in his hand and said softly: "Girl, it's not early, don't delay any longer." ”

Ziwei raised her face, showing a mouthful of white teeth and smiled: "I don't want to leave for the time being, when I finish my business, I will get in the car again, there will be no delay, I still want to borrow the road to go home!" I'm in a better hurry than you. ”

Childe felt that his words were reasonable, so he stopped stopping them, looking at Ziwei and wondering what she wanted to do?

As soon as the carriage stopped, Ziwei asked at the childe: "I gave the pen and ink to the old man just now, do you still have pen and ink here?" ”

Childe responded casually: "Yes" didn't ask Ziwei what she was doing, she directly found the pen and ink and handed it to Ziwei, she took the pen and ink and jumped out of the car and came to the bridge.

Ziwei raised her pen and wrote the words "Love Bridge" under the three big characters of Qushui Bridge to commemorate the people who contributed to this bridge.

Soon the bridge was full of pedestrians and busy scenes, many people passed the bridge, attracted by the surrounding scenery, some people got down from the soft sedan chair, walked to the bridge, leaned on the rope, looked at the lake, looked at the surrounding scenery, very fascinated.

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