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Wu Xi didn't plan to go to Qingzhou before the butterfly was well, if he did, maybe it would be embarrassing to meet the butterfly in the future. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After all, now that he is a family, and people regard themselves as the head of the family, then he will fulfill the responsibility of the head of the family.

In this way, the butterfly's mental pressure can be reduced, and living in the Wu family will not give birth to the idea of escaping.

Qingyang stayed by the butterfly's bed inch by the inch, even when the old man checked the pulse of the butterfly, he had to put a handkerchief on his wrist before he could start to do it.

The name of the flower messenger was worn on his head, and he couldn't take it off even if he wanted to.

I didn't see it, Qingyang, the old fox, is finally going to attack others, he should have coveted it for a long time, and this opportunity finally let him find it.

It's okay like this, both of them can find a home, even if there is a gap in age, but this is not a thing, last time I talked to Butterfly about the age difference in marriage, Wu Xi felt that Butterfly should receive Qingyang in his heart, there is no problem.

At that time, it was because Wu Xi felt that Lao Meng wanted a child, so he felt that it was a butterfly that deliberately seduced people, and now it seems that it is a normal relationship, and there is no such dirty thing as Wu Xi thought that happened between the two.

Even if it happened, it was probably because Lao Meng had some evil thoughts in his heart, and when he went to the thatched house, he looked down at his sluggish second brother, and instantly dispelled this thought.

Unable to do it is one aspect, and the other aspect is probably that Lao Meng is also a kind-hearted person, and he doesn't want butterflies to marry him, which is no different from keeping an empty house alone.

The butterfly is still unconscious, after taking a look, he walked away helplessly, Qingyang was used to Wu Xi's ruthlessness, he didn't even raise his eyelids, he wiped the butterfly with a handkerchief, and handed over the inconvenient places to the old mother to do it for him.

Such a careful man, even Wu Xi wants to marry him, there is no reason why the butterfly is still an elm pimple, and it won't slip away quietly after waking up, right?

The carrier pigeons were released in three batches, and the words on them were written to let the monk come to Qizhou to get together.

Wu Xi was very worried about the smell of the monk now, and whether the carrier pigeon could still smell it.

Fortunately, the monk did good deeds in Hejian Mansion, and he burst into tears when he did good deeds, and the whole person lost a lot of weight, which is a sign that there is no meat to eat.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the camp, he shouted that he was going to eat meat and drink wine, and he hurried along the way, without making any stops, and only a little bit of meat could be scavenged from a mouse.

He could not eat meat when he was doing good deeds, and he often woke up hungry in the middle of the night.

He is a monk of wine and meat, and if he leaves wine and meat, then he is no longer a monk and has become an ascetic.

Squatting at the door and eating a big bowl of braised pork, and the steamed buns next to him, he didn't even look at it, ate a mouthful of meat, and drank a sip of wine.

It wasn't until there was no meat left and the wine couldn't come out, that he asked Wu Xi to go to the silk shop to see the butterflies.

"People don't care about fatigue, go to see how their friends are doing first, even if they pretend to be concerned, it's good for you to go directly to the camp to eat your belly round before you go to see people, don't you let people see jokes?"

"Boy, don't you know what the monk has experienced when he went out this time, there is famine everywhere, and the imperial court is providing disaster relief everywhere, just like that, the food is still not enough to eat, and the homeless people are starving to death every day.

The children among the homeless people are the most pitiful, hungry and crying because they don't have a mouthful of food.

If it goes on like this, Yizi and Eat will not only be the words we see in books, but will really happen around us.

Boy, if you have the ability to save them, no matter how powerful the monk is, there is nothing he can do about it. ”

Wu Xi listened to the monk's words, couldn't say a word, knowing that there would be a disaster this year, he didn't expect it to be so serious, it would spread so fast, if it went on like this, there would be no need to fight, the Northern Song Dynasty would die directly, and there would be no substantive meaning in doing these things with him.

The monk said that he was sad, Wu Xi was helpless when he heard it, far water could not quench his thirst, only if the authorities really treated this matter as a matter, then this disaster could still be overcome.

The GDP of the Great Song Dynasty is leading in the world, even if the treasury is tight, the corrupt officials who are casually dug up can save a large number of people, and he does not believe that the emperor does not know such a thing as fattening sheep and slaughtering them when they are useful.

The local grain merchants, big households, and doctors with Juelu can all participate in this disaster relief, so the Great Song Dynasty can be regarded as saved.

If you are afraid that these people will flee when they hear the wind and ignore it, then an uprising like Song Jiang will be like a hibernating locust, breaking out of the cocoon in the spring and biting the big Song on the ass fiercely.

In the final analysis, they are just consuming national strength, and the former is the imperial court taking the initiative to join the disaster relief army to win the hearts of the people and maintain local stability.

The latter was to drain the treasury to suppress the rebels who had no food to eat, pushing the people to the opposite side.

The same is the consumption of the treasury, so why not choose the first one?

Wu Xi smiled, feeling that the monk was exaggerating, and the illusions he had about him were too big, if Wu Xi said that he couldn't save him, the monk would probably run away.

That's why I patiently told these truths to a monk.

Probably the emperor of Tokyo is also restless now, right? The virgins, the stones, that he usually needs, are all chosen from among these people, and if they all die, his resources will be cut off.

So at this time, he will let go of all selfishness and the mentality of playing with the court to deal with this matter.

Small things are confused, big things are not confused, this is Zhao Ji's nature.

When the monk heard Wu Xi's explanation, he was relieved a lot, and he felt that he was eating radishes first these days.

Throwing off his arms and going up to the second floor, after seeing Qingyang, who had lost a lot of weight, his face immediately became sad, and the monk who was squatting in the camp to eat meat just now was like two people.

This is the heavyweight and powerful actor who graduated from Beiying, Wu Xi thinks that he has not learned half of the monk.

That's it, it's still true feelings, and I can't see the slightest hint of falsehood.

It's a real emotional investment, and it's weird to be able to see the falsehood.

The two of them secretly talked a lot, Wu Xi was standing outside, and there was nothing to listen to, this is a secret between the three of them, even if it is a family, it is necessary to leave space between each other.

Wu Xi saw his embarrassing existence, so he went downstairs and went around the street.

The situation in Qizhou can be better, it has not been affected much, and the gentle lifestyle of the people does not show that there is no food at home.

Some time ago, there were bandits, presumably Song Jiang came here to take a turn, robbed a few rich people, and distributed the grain to the people, so whether it was a granary or a grain merchant, at the first time of the famine, they opened the warehouse and sold the grain at a low price.

That's the benefit of violence.

In times of peace, when policies are moderated, and in times of famine or war, when the people's hearts are in turmoil, it is necessary to use more violent means to carry out some seemingly small things in peacetime, which can have a deterrent effect.

Wen Yaxuan's business is very good, and it is a place that some people who like poetry and calligraphy or calligraphy and painting academics like to go.

The land of Qilu has produced talents since ancient times, and Confucius was born in this land, and his enthusiasm for learning has influenced the literati and scholars of the entire land of Qilu.

Wu Xi walked in with his hands behind his back, it was very quiet inside, and only a few cheers could be faintly heard in the private room.

The rest of the people gathered in groups of three and whispered about the beauty of calligraphy and painting and the quality of a poem.

These are all real scholars, only such people can do something they like without utilitarianism, those people in Donghuamen are political weapons captive by the imperial court, and these people can't be compared at all.

If a person studies for the sake of gaining fame, then this person is not a pure academic, at most he is just a scholar.

It's just that these scholars invest in the future, and these real scholars invest in their own enthusiasm, so what they gain must be enthusiasm, and there is no intuitive connection with money.

Scholars are different, they are desperate to invest in their future, and they are happy when they succeed, if they don't succeed, they can only set up a stall, read a letter to the elderly, and support their families.

Therefore, there are almost no people who can reach the level of intellectuals in Chinese, at most we are just readers.

We evaluate whether a person is utilitarian or not, we see it in the history books, but there are many people who are not utilitarian hidden in the people, but it is not written in the history books.

A woman stood in front of an ink painting, looking at it very intently, as if she wanted to find inspiration for lyrics, and seemed to see some techniques and other things in it.

Wu Xi smiled, just made it on a round table, and looked at the woman.

In ancient times, there were very few talented women, and it was generally believed that women were virtuous if they were not talented, but this was a big false proposition.

Men are afraid that women will learn to surpass their social status only when they get it, so they use this idea to bind women.

After the emancipation of the minds of later generations, many women have obtained equal rights with men, and I have not seen any woman drag the country back?

For a while, in the hall of Wen Yaxuan, a natural picture scroll was formed - a man sat on a table with a teacup and looked at a woman, and a woman was quietly looking at the paintings on the wall.

Each has its own appreciation, each has its own taste.

It's just that the person standing in front doesn't know that someone is looking at her in the back, and the person in the back doesn't know that someone is struggling to write, trying to keep this rare picture of the world.