Chapter 33: Embarrassment
The next day, Ling Bao got up and asked, "Big brother, can we go to the county seat today?" β
Cheng Yun gently combed her hair, she didn't feel any pain, and said softly: "No, the village chief's ox cart hasn't come back yet." β
"Okay." Ling Bao shook his drooping calf, "Big brother, do you know how to drive the ox cart?" β
Cheng Yun paused, and found that he had overlooked a big problem: he couldn't drive the ox cart!
In the past, there was a horse-drawn carriage for travel, and the carriage did not need to be driven by him, so he subconsciously ignored that the ox-cart still needed to be driven.
It seems that I still have to ask the village chief.
The village chief's brother-in-law returned the ox cart on the third day, and when he learned that Cheng Yun wanted to ask him to help drive the cart, he agreed without saying a word.
"You don't need to pay for it, it's all from the same village, what kind of remuneration do you mention?" The village chief said disapprovingly, "As the village head, the villagers have to take care of things. β
Cheng Yun was embarrassed to let the village chief do day labor, and the village chief said: "I really want to thank me, just be kind to Lingbao, this child is a miserable person." β
Cheng Yun nodded seriously and said with a smile: "She is my sister, of course I will be good to her." β
The village chief smiled and said, "It's also her blessing to meet you." β
Before going, Lingbao went to Aunt Osmanthus's house.
"Sister Guoguo, we're going to the county seat tomorrow, and my dad is going to shave. When we get back, you'll know that my dad is the best-looking guy! β
On this day, Cheng Zhongqian and the others got up early in the morning and went to the county seat with the village chief.
There was turmeric dug up on the ox cart, and Cheng Zhongqian sat next to him, very uncomfortable, and he never let go of his brows during the whole process.
The cart is too hard, the oxcart is too shaky, and the turmeric has a taste.
Cheng Yun could only say: "Dad, bear with me." β
Cheng Zhongqian didn't speak, and his eyebrows and eyes were pressed very low.
He thought that this was already the limit, but he didn't expect the wheels to sink into the mud puddle halfway through.
The village sighed: "No, the cow can't pull it, we have to push it." Da Lang and his father, you can also come down and help the handle. β
Cheng Zhongqian pointed at himself and asked in disbelief, "Me? β
The village chief said yes, looking at him with strange eyes, who else could it be if it wasn't him?
Cheng Yun coughed lightly: "Village chief, no need, I'll just push it with Erlang." β
The village chief is also quite familiar with them, knowing that they are not as evil as he imagined, he frowned: "Then what is it, he is Lao Tzu, how can he be so lazy, can that family still want it!" β
"Quick, Da Lang and his father, hurry up and push."
Cheng Zhongqian's lips trembled, and he looked like he was speechless in anger.
Cheng Yun hurriedly followed his father's middle road twice, and said with a smile: "Village chief, I really don't need to, my father is not happy, I can do it with Erlang." β
"Nonsense, when did your father get sick, eat and drink well during this time, it's good morning."
That is, they used to be pampered, and they can continue to work as long as they don't die.
"Da Lang and his father, hurry, the children are here, you can't be bad, beware of them learning from you."
Cheng Zhongqian slapped Cheng Yun's hand away, jumped off the ox cart, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said, "I push, I can't push!" β
"That's right." The village chief said happily.
Lingbao also jumped down from the ox cart, she was not tall and couldn't tell the back position, so she could only hold down the side of the ox cart and use her strength to eat: "Mm-ah! β
Everyone worked together to finally push the ox cart forward.
However, Cheng Zhongqian used too much force, and suddenly lost his support, and after stumbling for a while, he knelt in the mud with both hands.
Cheng Zhongqian closed his eyes and felt the mud splash on his face: "......"
The calves and hands were covered with mud, and the rest of the place was muddy, dirty, and you could smell the smell of dirt.
Cheng Zhongqian's eyes were dark, his face was wooden, and he wondered why he got down and pushed the cart.
"Dad, are youβare you alright?" Cheng Yun didn't dare to speak, "Are you hurt?" β
Cheng Yi grabbed Lingbao who rushed forward, and let the eldest brother deal with it at this time.
He looks at the sky and the earth to look at the little fool, but he doesn't look at his father.
Ling Bao asked worriedly, "Is Daddy injured?" β
The village chief showed him, waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, it's okay, it's just a fall." β
Cheng Yun breathed a sigh of relief.
But Cheng Zhongqian's face did not improve in the slightest, and he lost face!
"Let's go, keep going."
Cheng Zhongqian glared: "How can I be in a hurry like this?" β
The village chief said: "I did it after a while, and after I did it, I fell off as soon as I shot it." β
"No, I need to change my clothes." Cheng Zhongqian was really unbearable, and he felt dirty.
The village chief pointed to the way he came and said, "It's going to take an hour to go back, aren't we coming out in vain?" Da Lang and his father, bear with it, we countrymen, how can we love cleanliness so much. β
How can you bear this?!
Cheng Zhongqian clenched his fists and collapsed a little.
Under the friendly persuasion of the village chief, Cheng Zhongqian's face was as black as charcoal and he got back on the ox cart.
Originally, Lingbao and Dawang were sitting next to him, but Cheng Yun hesitated and changed Lingbao's position.
Cheng Zhongqian saw it in his eyes and was annoyed in his heart.
Cheng Yun looked away with a weak heart, washing one piece of clothing is better than washing two clothes, right?
Ling Bao sat in the corner in front of him, pulling the sack, and tiptoed to ask Cheng Zhongqian at the back of the car: "Daddy, you're not injured, are you?" Does it hurt somewhere? β
Cheng Yi slapped his forehead, little fool, what are you making a fuss about at this time!
Cheng Zhongqian didn't reply, no one paid attention to him, and asked him to be quiet for a while.
"Daddy......"
Cheng Yun shook his head at her, Ling Bao obediently shut up, and asked in a low voice, "Big brother, why doesn't Daddy speak?" Does it hurt too much? β
Cheng Yun rubbed her head: "No, Dad, he's sleepy, let's let him take a nap." β
"Okay." Lingbao whispered.
After another hour, I finally arrived at the county seat.
Looking at the unremarkable county seat of Feng'an County in front of him, Cheng Zhongqian was obviously disappointed, unlike the streets in the capital that extend in all directions, there are only two main streets here.
When entering the city gate, the guards glanced at Cheng Zhongqian more, and Cheng Zhongqian glared back hatefully, looking at something.
Driving the ox cart to Miaorentang, Cheng Yi was a little entangled.
"Big brother, do we really want to go in? If this is not a medicinal herb, someone will drive it out. "That would be a shame.
"It's coming."
Cheng Yun straightened his robe and stepped into the hall.
Lingbao and the three of them also followed.
The front was all right, but when it was Cheng Zhongqian's turn, there was a little accident.
"Wait, you ......," the apprentice frowned, looked up and down, and then stopped talking halfway, "Forget it, come in." β
Cheng Zhongqian was slightly stunned, realizing what he meant, and immediately sank his face.
In the end, he has been an official for many years, more than the upper and lower than the lower, and even more majestic, and the apprentice inexplicably has the illusion of being scrutinized.
Cheng Zhongqian sneered: "How am I?" If you want to say it, say it all, say half hide it, but it seems that you are stingy. β
Apprentice: "How do you speak?" I didn't say anything. β
"Your 'didn't say anything' is much more powerful than 'what you said.'" Cheng Zhongqian smiled mockingly, brushed his sleeves away, "I won't go in, my clothes are dirty, I'm afraid I will dirty your land!" β