A light rain fell on several people and slid down the raincoats, not soaking through the clothes at all.

At least Jiang Zhimiao is like this.

Although in the eyes of outsiders, it is no different from those who wear robes, but this layer of water-resistant bubbles is soaked in the body, and the whole body is very dry.

"It seems that the heart of this servant is not too dark, the quality of this robe is still quite good, and it is not wet until now, and the ten taels of silver are worth it." Xu Yourong touched the dry clothes inside and commented.

Mother Wen nodded approvingly, "Indeed, this robe is really good, although the ordinary robe can shelter from the rain, it will more or less penetrate into it, and it is really good that this robe is not wet until now." ”

Father Wen turned his head to look at the women who were chatting happily with the shackles, and answered: "I think it is because of the good craftsmanship of making this cloth, I have heard people say in the past that those clothes made by skilled craftsmen are durable and not easy to permeable, it seems to be true." ”

Jiang Zhimiao was silent when he heard this.

Which is a good coat, it is all the function of the water-avoiding talisman, if there is no talisman, I am afraid that the body will already be sticky.

There are indeed skilled craftsmen, and there are also clothes with strong waterproof effects, but they are certainly not the ones they wear, and the ones sold by the officials are the same as ordinary clothes, and they are not half special.

If there is anything special about it, it is that this coat is not prickly to wear, although it is bulky but quite comfortable.

Therefore, except for Wen Zhuqing and Father Wen, Jiang Zhimiao's whole body is dry.

However, she misestimated, she originally thought that Wen's mother was almost only 1.7 meters, but she didn't expect her to be 1.73 meters! Of course, the water amulet could not cover her whole body, so her shoes were already soaked.

Compared with his height of 1.59 meters, Jiang Zhimiao silently shed tears of envy, counting that he is already a human being in three lifetimes, but he has not exceeded 1.6 meters in each life, which is sad to say.

Even if she eats more, she hasn't grown in size, and it will definitely be impossible for her to reach the height of Mother Wen in her life.

Jiang Zhimiao glanced at Mother Wen's slender body enviously, and sighed silently in his heart.

At most, their lower bodies are a little wet, but not others.

Although the person who bought the coat was soaked and sticky, it couldn't be better than the dry rain.

Those who didn't have the money to buy it were really miserable, drenched in the rain, their soaked clothes were clinging to their bodies, and their shoes were bubbling with water with every step.

Of course, there are some people who have money but are reluctant to buy it, thinking that it is just a light rain, just endure it.

However, it completely ignores the accumulation of small amounts, and after the light rain reaches a certain amount, it will also be poured into the heart.

It's just that they can't buy it anymore now, and the officials won't stop the queue just because some people want to buy clothes, they don't have the face, and they can't afford to open this mouth.

It's all the fault of slamming the door.

They just want to save more money, and they can have a better life when they go to the far north in the future, but they don't know that some things can be saved, and some things can never be saved, otherwise they will only suffer from their own crimes.

They have suffered this hardship, and they will never dare to pick it like this next time, this soaked appearance, I am afraid that it will get a cold, hey~.

The heart is good, but it has been sacrificed, the money is good, yes, but the person is not good, then I am afraid that there is money and no life to spend.

Of course, those who don't have money can only carry it, Jiang Zhimiao roughly estimated that about two-thirds of the people in the entire team are all carried by themselves, and sure enough, no matter what era it is, money is the original sin.

Not everyone is as rich as Jiang Zhimiao and the Wen family.

Even if there is a city gate to see them off, many people abandon the exiled prisoners, and they wish it didn't matter, how could they send you money?

There are still a few people who send money and goods, and most of the people in the team have long been abandoned by relatives and friends, and there is no other way but to resist themselves.

Jiang Zhimiao quickly retracted her gaze, she is a human being, not a god, it is impossible to purify all sentient beings, she just needs to guard her own one-third of an acre and a few people.

With great ability comes great responsibility, but she is not capable now, and doing what she can is the way of a smart person.

Keeping your head down and being silent is now the norm on the road to exile.

I can't walk on the road, how can I still have the strength to speak, save the strength to speak, then I can walk two more steps.

Although it was only one day, everyone had long been tormented by this boundless rush and was not the same as before.

In addition to the Zhao family, the Jiang family is walking in front of Jiang Zhimiao's right at the moment, and now the Jiang family's head and family are holding a robe, which is unique in the exile team.

Even the children of the concubine have it, and it seems that the Jiang family's family background is still very thick.

But come to think of it, the daughters-in-law of the Jiang family are all the daughters of famous families, even if the Jiang family is in trouble, isn't it still trivial to send some money.

Anyway, now that she has fallen out with the Jiang family, how they have nothing to do with her, they don't care about her if they don't have clothes and buttocks.

Clothed in the body to avoid water charms as a supplement, not to mention, just walking on the sheep intestine path, there is really a walk in the rain.

In this situation, she just wants to write a song.

Walk and walk under the continuous rain curtain, take slow steps, catch up with the long road, walk and walk under the misty rain curtain, take fast steps, catch up with the short road, walk and walk under the particularly large rain curtain, take continuous steps, catch up with the road of death.

It's not that she boasts, if it weren't for her intention to farm and make a career, then the first female lyricist in Daxu Country wouldn't be her, hey, missed, missed.

"Sister, what are you thinking?" Xiao Mingzhu put her arm around Jiang Zhimiao's shoulders and asked suspiciously.

"I'm wondering if I wasn't born at the right time, maybe I could still be a lyricist." Jiang Zhimiao looked at the girl's tender little face and said regretfully.

"What is a word person, is it a person who can eat?" The female doll touched the ends of her dark hair and asked rhetorically.

Jiang Zhimiao smiled, what is this, is it because she is flat tongue? No, she won the first prize in the Little Host Contest reported by the Garden Kindergarten.

It's just that before she could say anything, she was interrupted by Ming Huai's slightly immature voice.

"You don't know this, a lyricist is a person who can write words, and anyone who can write words is a lyricist, it turns out that Sister Ah can write words, Sister Ah is amazing!" The boy looked at the cardamom girl with swarthy black eyes.

Jiang Zhimiao laughed a few times awkwardly, she has won awards, she is boasting of herself, and she has not been officially recognized, so it is not worth mentioning.

"What is writing words? Why is a person who can write words called a lyricist? Why write words? Mingzhu looked at her sister with curiosity, and threw out three questions in a row, which stopped her.

Jiang Zhimiao why does she know why, if she knows her, you can teach, silence is golden, and silence is her best disguise when she can't answer questions.

As long as she dresses well, she can still maintain the tall and majestic image in the hearts of the dolls!

Seeing that her sister didn't answer, Mingzhu and the two brothers chattered and discussed, but the current knowledge of a few people was not enough to answer such an esoteric question.

In this situation, Jiang Zhimiao died and had no love.

She hates! What can't I do when I'm idle, but I want to compose lyrics, she hates it! Even if you write the lyrics, you can still say it, she hates it! Just say it, and it leads to 100,000 whys, she hates!

The three children kept talking in the arms of the two women at this time, and they didn't say anything after thinking for a long time.

Wen Zhuqing stood aside, looked at the girl's face, smiled lowly, and immediately relieved Jiang Zhimiao.

"Writing words is to fill in the words according to the basic rules and various word cards, according to the "Wenxin Carving Dragon" to write that the word person is a person who is good at words, and it is because people who are good at words will be called a word person."

"In addition, writing words is a direct way of expressing the heart, and when words are used as an emotional expression to express what the lyricist thinks in his heart, they naturally start to write words."

After hearing this, the three little ones suddenly realized, opened their mouths, and looked at the young man with a look of adoration, we don't know if they understood it or not, but the light of worship in their eyes was not fake at all.

Jiang Zhimiao glanced at the young man gratefully, it is my blessing to have you, she is finally relieved.

She really can't resist 100,000 or something.

Wen Zhuqing didn't react when she received the worship of the three little ones, and when she noticed the girl's gaze, she still quietly reddened the tips of her ears.

It happened to be such an opportunity, and it happened to be a problem within his ability, and he was very happy to have a wave of goodwill.

Today is another day to brush up on good feelings.