Ling Bao snapped his fingers and said, "Today is the twenty-second day, and when I come back from my father, there are still ...... And ......," she pouted, unable to count, "and many, many more days!" ”

Cheng Yun lost her smile and rubbed her little head, Ling Bao opened her eyes wide, and said accusatorily: "Big brother laughs at me!" ”

"Where?" Cheng Yun shook his head, "No." ”

Lingbao said yes, and he also learned from the way he laughed just now, except that the voice was not very similar, and his demeanor was imitated to seventy or eighty.

Cheng Yun smiled even more happily and nodded the tip of her nose: "That's not called ridicule, that's called being cute by you." ”

Xie Wuxian nodded secretly, very much agreeing with Cheng Yun's words, he had never seen such a cute child as Ling Bao.

Although he is also a seven-year-old child, it seems that there is no credibility to say this

But it's definitely from the bottom of my heart.

Lingbao was already very easy to coax, not to mention her favorite big brother, so she immediately threw herself into his arms and laughed.

At night, Lingbao was sleeping in Zhengxiang, and suddenly heard a crackling sound outside, and she trembled all over.

The king who leaned on her raised his paw and patted it gently: "It's okay meow, sleep, sleep, sleep." ”

But Lingbao was still woken up, she rubbed her eyes and asked, "What's going on?" ”

"It's raining."

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud "boom", and it turned out to be thunder.

Lingbao is a spirit, her eyes are wide open, her face is a little timid, she is not afraid of rain, but she is afraid of thunder, the sound is too loud.

Like a little turtle, Lingbao slowly cooed to the foot of the bed, and then got into the quilt, wrapping himself tightly and impermeable.

After a while, he came out with his head and breathed heavily, his hair was messy, his cheeks were red, and his head was confused.

Then take a deep breath and puff out your cheeks before burying it again.

Just don't stay outside anyway!

"Boom—"

Ling Bao pursed her mouth, a little scared, and a little aggrieved, she rubbed her eyes, and whispered to the king: "King, why don't we go to the space?" You can't hear thunder in space, right? ”

The king nodded: "I can't hear it." But your brother ......" is coming.

Before she finished speaking, the cup on Lingbao's body was torn off, and she heard the eldest brother's gentle and slightly worried voice: "Lingbao." ”

Lingbao was surprised, and "hey" popped up: "Big brother! ”

Cheng Yun smiled: "Are you scared?" ”

When he was sad, Ling Bao's eyebrows drooped again, nodded aggrievedly, and hung on Cheng Yun like a baby bear.

Cheng Yun held her up, and stroked her thin back with a warm palm: "Don't be afraid, sleep with us today." ”

Ling Bao hummed, and when he nodded, his chin fell on Cheng Yun's shoulder: "King, keep up." ”

Cheng Yi's eyes were half-open and half-closed, swaying, and said slowly: "Big brother...... Lingbao ...... Let's go back to sleep......"

When I went out, I almost hit the door, and the whole person was in a state of half-dreaming and half-awake, not very awake.

It's really hard for this sleeping god to climb up from the bed because he was worried about his sister after hearing the thunder.

He was so sleepy that he went back to the room and immediately fell asleep after confirming that Lingbao was carried to bed by his eldest brother.

Lingbao sighed and said, "The second brother slept so fast." ”

"You don't know him yet, he sleeps fast, sleeps for a long time, and still can't get up." Cheng Yun complained.

Ling Bao giggled.

With her brother by her side, she is not afraid of thunder at all.

But Cheng Yun still remembered that Lingbao was shrunk in the quilt when he went in, so he took Lingbao into his arms after lying down, and whispered, "Sleep." ”

The gentle voice of the elder brother was like a beautiful lullaby, and the sleepiness hit, and Ling Bao closed his eyes.

In the first half of the night, the rain fell as if the sky had been pierced and poured down, and the sound of cheering was all over my ears.

There was also a lot of wind, but their dilapidated thatched huts stood firm in the rain.

However, although the thatched hut did not collapse, the fence in the yard fell.

In the second half of the night, the rain began to light down and driek, and it was not until a moment before the sun rose that it stopped.

The yard became a mess again, and every time it rained, it was very difficult to clean up the yard alone.

It rained so hard last night that the little vegetable patch in the yard was drowned.

Even the vegetable fields suffered from this, and the crops were even more difficult to spare, so Lingbao and they went to help again, and each of them had a bamboo pole.

The village chief sighed and breathed, his dark face full of sorrow.

Ling Bao asked, "Uncle Village Chief, what are you sighing for?" ”

"I'm worried." "There has been too much rain this year. ”

It rained twice in three days, either for a long time, or it rained very hard, and it was always the crops that suffered.

Lingbao patted the village chief and said seriously: "Don't worry, Uncle the village chief, it will be fine." ”

The village chief smiled: "Yes, Lingbao is right. ”

In the following days, it rained a few more harmless light rains intermittently, but it was a little difficult for Cheng Zhongqian and them.

Because they are laborers and they are here to serve, they naturally have no choice, no matter how cold or hot, windy or rainy, as long as the boss does not speak, they have to do it.

In other words, as long as you don't die, you can't stop.

Cheng Zhongqian is okay, the messenger took special care of him.

But he saw with his own eyes a man who contracted the wind cold after being drenched in the rain, but he couldn't leave to treat the disease, so he could only endure it, and he couldn't suppress the cough when he slept at night.

But how can you endure the disease? It's only going to get tougher.

One morning, Cheng Zhongqian saw the man being carried out half-dead.

The messenger told him that he was going to let the man go back to be cured, and if he couldn't be cured, then he couldn't be cured, but if he was cured, he would have to come back and continue to serve, and if he was cured and this side was finished, it would be accumulated until next time.

In short, there is no escape, unless the debt is extinguished.

The messenger's expression was numb and indifferent, as if the man's life and death did not concern him in the slightest.

Also, how many people die every year because of hard labor, everyone cares, where do they care?

But Cheng Zhongqian recalled that man's face was as white as paper, and his chest could barely see the ups and downs, and his heart was sullen, as if he had pressed a heavy stone.

For the first time, he thought about what he could do.

In the past, the family gave him an official, and he felt that it didn't matter, since he had it, he should be.

Later, because some official positions were taken away, he was exiled here.

He found a new goal, the imperial examination, and returned to the capital for Baohui.

But now, he wanted to ask himself, is there anything else he can do besides Bao Hui?

Cheng Zhongqian didn't think he could change the service system for thousands of years, but if he could make one less death for the people, even if there was only one, it would be enough.