At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

Later, I asked my aunt to find someone to test the family's reputation and see if they could buy the little girl and send her to Xie's College to study.

Xie Yuheng chuckled lightly, thinking about how much blood he had lost, he wished he could get rid of it as soon as possible and return to the book.

In the shack, the man counted the remaining money in distress, and said angrily: "You tell me, why did you provoke that evil star when you have nothing to do?"

The fat woman twisted her handkerchief and said aggrievedly: "It's not like this damn girl is meddling in other people's business. The Marquis needs her bowl of porridge."

"Hmph." The man snorted coldly, "Tomorrow, let me sell that damn girl. When she grows up, she may have to eat a lot of food."

The man pouted, but what he didn't say was that no one in his family was good-looking. What if the dead girl gets uglier when she grows up and no one wants to pay for it?

......

Xie Mingli, who came to deliver noodles to the soldiers of Shenwu Camp, learned about the farce in Wengcheng. He pampered Xie Yuheng on his forehead and said, "Naughty."

Xie Yuheng sat on the front room of the carriage, swaying his short legs and making a face at his elder brother.

Xie Mingli took out a food box from the carriage next door. He said warmly: "Try the newly baked lotus cake from Xiangyun Pastry Shop."

The light pink puff pastry layer blooms, and the light yellow stamens inside make it crispy and dense in the mouth.

Looking at the back of the young man in green who went to help with the meal, Xie Yuheng blinked. I don’t know who can pick this clivia in her house.

Heavy rain washed away the temporary awning, and the soldiers of the Shenwu Camp came in batches to eat.

"Don't tell me, it's been raining all day. It's so comfortable to eat something hot." The tall and thick soldier picked up the bowl and drank the noodle soup completely.

I quickly washed the dishes and rushed into the rain to carry sandbags.

A young soldier had not eaten since he was busy yesterday, and his hands were shaking so much that he could not hold his chopsticks steadily.

He simply didn't care about how hot it was and just reached out to grab it and eat it. Behind him is his home in the city, and his mother is at home. There are also tens of thousands of ordinary people who are helpless.

"Thank you, thank you boy."

"Thank you, Marquis Qinghe Ting, for me."

Expressing their eager thanks, one by one trudged forward in the heavy rain.

Perhaps there will be no trace of their personal presence in future history, only what happened in a certain year and how many people passed it by.

The next morning, Xie Yuheng yawned and pushed open the door. The sun shines in the courtyard, and the waves ripple under the steps.

"I guess it's time for the young master to wake up."

Rong Shi was wearing a bundt, his trouser legs rolled up, and he was flowing through the water in the yard.

He placed a basin of hot water next to Xie Yuheng, twisted the handkerchief half dry, and handed it to his master. While telling Xie Yuheng the news.

Bad news: The upstream reservoir was breached in the middle of the night and was blocked by sandbags on the Yuan River, but it was not completely blocked and the water still overflowed into the city.

Good news: The rain has stopped for now.

After wiping his face, Xie Yuheng asked with a slightly sleepy voice, "What about the people in the shack outside the city?"

"In the middle of the night, Mr. Zhuang made the decision to let them go up the city wall."

Rong Shi washed the veil again and poured the water directly under the steps. There is water everywhere anyway, so I don’t care if there is more.

Xie Yuheng rubbed the ruby. Fortunately, he had prepared in advance, otherwise many people might have been washed away by the flood.

Suddenly, there was a clang, and the master and servant looked at it at the same time.

I saw Xie Mingcheng paddling a large wooden basin stuck at the courtyard gate.

Xie Yuheng helped him with his forehead. Fortunately, he realized that his second brother had made some progress yesterday.

A twenty-four-hour experience card, right?

Xie Mingcheng happily waved and said: "Xiao Yuheng, come and play. There are many fish in the water, and there are also little tortoises."

......

The fish struggled to jump around, as if unwilling to settle in the wooden basin.

As soon as Xie Yuheng opened the door of Xie's mansion, what he saw was all kinds of things all over the floor, with nowhere to stay.

There are also people dressed up like ordinary people coming to give gifts.

"Marquis Xie Ting——"

Someone shouted loudly, and suddenly the street was filled with people.

Xie Yuheng looked back at the crowd and saw that they were all looking at her with a smile, and the second brother even made a weird face at her.

No wonder, these guys encouraged her to open the door early in the morning.

Today is April 25th, four days have passed since the flood flooded the city.

Those villagers who could only escape the flood on the city wall also returned to their villages one after another.

After Si Yuandao refused the first commoner's thanks, he said that he did not know the art of stargazing.

The stargazer is the head of this case, Xie Jiayuheng.

Everyone didn't believe it at first, until Zhao Zheng came out to guarantee that he, his friend for many years, still didn't know Lao Sitou.

It’s a lie that you don’t know how to watch stars, but it’s true that you’re starry-eyed.

Nine times out of ten, it is not accurate. For details, please refer to Chang He who taught you.

"Hahahahaha, he is indeed the chief case officer of the government that I and my colleagues have chosen."

Zhuang Yun, wearing a dark crimson official robe, walked in front of everyone, calming down his careless look just now.

"I, on behalf of the people of Linyuan, would like to thank Tinghou." Zhuang Yun bowed seriously.

The people behind him also bowed and said, "Thank you, Marquis Ting."

The sound resounded through the sky and could be heard by most of Linyuan City.

Xie Yuheng stood where he was and did not move. She thought she deserved this gift.

After Zhuang Yun straightened up, he bowed his hands and said, "Although Yu Heng knows the art of stargazing, without Mr. Zhuang's thunderous decision-making, he would be useless as a hero."

Zhuang Yun waved his hand, what bullshit Thunder decision. It would be the same if it were an official who cared a little bit about the people.

His eyes fell on the boy in red who was neither arrogant nor impatient. He was truly a gentleman.

"It's such a pity that Xiao Yuheng, with such a talent, cannot be hired under the command of Shenwu Camp." Zhao Zheng climbed over the wall of a place with few gifts.

After Zhuang Yun exchanged pleasantries, he happily got into the carriage and returned to the government office to continue handling government affairs.

Hehe, although the little guy provided the horoscope, the political achievements are still his.

Where are these smart kids for sale? I want to buy them!

Si Yuandao's speechless eyes fell on the big man who climbed over the wall and said with disgust: "Can you act like an elder and teach children what to do if they ruin it?"

"How could it be possible? You see, my Wumian family is not crooked either." Zhao Zheng patted the dust on his body.

He told Rong Shi to find someone to deal with the pile of miscellaneous gifts in front of the door.

Xie Yuheng said with a smile: "Yu Heng is indeed not allowed to enter the Shenwu Camp. General, why don't you see if my second brother is suitable."

Xie Mingcheng was stunned. He was the only one who failed to pass the examination. He would be lying if he said he was not sad.

But he can't let his mood disturb everyone's interest.

"Oh?"

Zhao Zheng's sharp gaze fell on Xie Mingcheng. He had seen this boy behind his son when he was rescuing a collapsed house that day.

"Although the thirteen states of the Liang Kingdom are peaceful, if there is a war in the Western Regions, the Shenwu Camp will also go out to fight."

Xie Mingcheng cupped his hands and said: "Mingcheng is not afraid of mountains of swords and seas of fire. He can do whatever the general orders."

Xie Yuheng raised his eyebrows. The Western Regions are all small countries, tribes and the like.

If there is a war, how big of a war must it be to allow Jingzhou, which is in the center, to send troops?

It would be better to say that Japanese pirates are rampant along the coast of Yangzhou, which is more credible.