"What should I do then?" Qin Xuanxuan asked a little unwillingly.

"Let's put it aside. Qin Shirong casually threw the pamphlet aside, and then went to other things.

At this time, Elder Huiren, who had been standing at the door for a long time, smiled slightly, shook his head, and walked out of the council hall.

This Xiao Yan...... It's getting more and more unpredictable......

One day, when an official came to Qin Shirong's study to pick up documents, he accidentally put a booklet on the table.

The official picked up the pamphlet, thought about it, and put it in the document that had been approved and was ready to be implemented.

But that's all for later.

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Time passed quickly, and a certain little monk slept until noon the next day and did not get up.

He stretched, and then accidentally rolled off the carriage, and fell a big bag on his head, which made the little monk grin in pain.

When he got up, he began to take a leisurely walk while humming a strange tune.

He is probably the only one in the entire disaster area who can be so comfortable.

As soon as he took two steps, the little monk saw a woman with a little girl walking towards him.

As she passed, the woman looked at the little monk with a wary gaze.

It's just that at this time, the little girl was crying, and she kept shouting: "Mother, I'm so hungry." ”

"Ahem...... Xiao Yue'er, I'll find you something to eat...... Ahem...... "The woman staggered along with her head down, coughing incessantly.

It looks like I haven't eaten in a long time.

The little monk pursed his lips, touched the steamed bun he was carrying, did not hesitate at all, and then followed.

When the woman and the little girl came to the door of a large family, the woman hesitated for a moment, but summoned up the courage to take the little girl up and knock on the door.

Directly above the door is written the word "Li Mansion".

Soon, a man dressed as a family man walked out of the door, looking the two mothers and children up and down: "What are you doing?"

"Ahem...... This young man, we haven't eaten in a long time...... Please...... Is there any leftovers...... "The woman cried.

"No, get out of the way. The man seemed to be used to seeing this kind of thing, and covered his mouth and nose and said.

With that, he casually "touched" the door and closed the door.

"Ahem......"

The woman's cough seems to be starting to become more frequent.

Only the mother and daughter were left outside the door, and the little girl suddenly began to cry.

"Ahem...... It's okay, don't cry, baby, cough cough...... My mother will go and find something to eat for you. The woman dragged the little girl as she walked, looking down on the ground.

"Mother, I don't want to eat dead rats anymore...... That's so unpalatable...... It's already stinky...... "The little girl rubbed her moist eyes and continued, "I want to eat rock sugar gourd, and Uncle Hong's roast duck......"

"Ahem......" The woman kept coughing and couldn't speak at all, and then a mouthful of blood coughed up onto the palm of her hand.

"Mother...... What's wrong with you? I'm not eating...... I won't eat anything, mother, don't scare me......"

The little girl's face also became frightened, she still remembered that her father coughed up blood like this, and then closed his eyes the next day, and no matter how much he pushed him, he would not wake up.

The little monk who followed behind the two mothers and daughters took two steps forward, broke the steamed bun in his hand in half, and handed it over.

"Na ......"

Seeing this, the woman instantly snatched the steamed bun and put it into the little girl's hand, and then pulled the little girl back a few steps.

The little monk smiled slightly, chased after him and stuffed an extra steamed bun into the little girl's hand.

Only then did she turn around and leave, and the little girl turned around and waved to the little monk: "Thank you, uncle......"

The little monk shook his head and muttered in a low voice, "I should call him brother......

But at this moment, a little girl's heart-rending cry came from behind the little monk: "Mother...... Mother...... What happened to you...... You get up and play with Xiao Yue'er......"

The little monk frowned, took a deep breath, and then exhaled softly, as if making a difficult decision.

The next second, he turned around and walked over with a quickened pace.

Bending down and reaching out to probe the woman's snort, she shook her head, picked up the crying little girl with one hand, and grabbed the woman's backpack with the other.

Regardless of the little girl's tears, she walked to the disaster relief area.

Seeing an officer and soldier in the disaster relief camp, the little monk went up to explain the situation, pointed to the direction where the woman had fallen, put down the little girl and turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, the little girl cried and chased after her, followed the little monk all the way, and refused to leave.

After walking for about half an hour, the little monk had no choice but to turn around.

"What's your name?"

"Little Yue'er ......"

"Don't follow me, the officers and soldiers over there will take care of you......"

The little girl shook her head with moist eyes and looked at him with big watery eyes.

"Alas......"

The little monk let out a long sigh.

"Brother...... Give you biscuits......" The little girl took out an ugly biscuit from her mother's baggage.

This is probably the only dry food left by the woman, right?

The little monk smiled slightly and shook his head: "You can eat." ”

"My mother said that you can only eat when you are hungry. The little girl shook her head in a milky voice, but very seriously.

Maybe she already knows that her mother is gone, right?

"Okay, you can't cry with my brother......" The little monk picked up Xiao Yue'er and nodded her nose and said.

"Hmm. The little girl nodded obediently, took out the biscuits, and handed them to the little monk.

"Brother, don't eat, you eat when you're hungry, you know?" the little monk shook his head and said.

"Hmm. ”

......

"Brother...... Brother...... What's your name......"

"I, Xiao Yan. ”

"Okay, Xiao Yan. ”

"You can't call me that, you have to call my brother ......"

"Can you call it uncle?" Xiao Yan. ”

"No, you can't!"

"Okay, Xiao Yan. ”

“......”

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But at this moment, the little monk heard the sound of fighting not far away, couldn't help frowning, hugged the little girl and ran over curiously, and said to the little girl in his arms: "Go, go and see the excitement......"

The little girl nodded.

The two came to a roof and shook their heads in unison.

A white-clothed swordsman was standing on the roof, with a wave of his long sword, pointing at the middle-aged man on the opposite side of the roof: "To donate or not to donate?"

"Chen Bufan! I have donated more than 30 loads of grain, you don't want to deceive people too much!" A richly dressed middle-aged man stretched out his hands and assumed a fighting posture.

"I've made it very clear, since that's the case, then we can only follow the rules of the rivers and lakes. ”

Chen Bufan said in a deep voice, looking at it with sharp eyes.

The twenty-eight layers of profound internal strength on his body burst out in an instant...... The entire roof tiles were shook.

............

"Hmph! Then come, this is bullying me Qingshan Sect no one, right?" The middle-aged man did not look weak at all, and the same internal strength exuded.

There are twenty-nine layers of internal strength, which is one level higher than Chen Bufan's......

In an instant, the long sword was unsheathed, stabbing directly at the opponent's vital point.........

Behind the middle-aged man stood a group of young men with long swords, and at this time, they also took their swords and rushed towards the white-clothed swordsman.

"Whoa......

The long sword went straight to the middle-aged man's throat, but Chen Bufan still kept his hand, turned the sword into a grasp, and choked his throat at once.

"You...... Don't get your hands dirty...... Don't get your hands dirty...... Something to say......"

The middle-aged man didn't expect that the gap between the two sides would be so big, obviously the level of internal strength was one level higher than that of the other party, but he was defeated in just an instant.

"Let go of the master!"

The surrounding disciples shouted, but no one dared to take a step forward.

"According to what I said, you keep the food for the winter, and donate all the rest to Lord Shangshu......" Chen Bufan said in a deep voice, his tone completely unquestionable.

Chen ...... Chen Daxia...... I throw in the towel...... I donate ......" the middle-aged man's face flushed.

"Are you sure?" Chen Bufan let go of his hand and asked.

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When Xiao Yan enjoyed watching it, Xiao Yue'er tugged at his chin and said, "Xiao Yan, look, there's someone over there." ”

"Don't call me Xiao Yan, call me uncle...... No...... It's my brother......" Xiao Yan patted Xiao Yue'er's little head lightly and said.

However, Xiao Yan looked at Xiao Yue'er's finger and saw a woman in a men's scholar's robe also standing under the eaves on the other side, watching the fight.

However, because Xiao Yue'er spoke too loudly, the woman also looked at it at this moment.

It's just that the combination of the two in front of her made the woman frown slightly.

It's a little strange indeed, a little girl and a little monk......

It feels like these two people must be unrelated, right?