I, the younger brother of King Zhou, lead the Taoist ancestors to do business

Zisheng hugged him a little tighter, Wen Zhong raised his neck.

Seeing that Zisheng didn't move for a long time, Wen Zhong paused, and after a long time he let out his breath, closed his eyes and slowly patted Paikosheng's back, his movements were very stiff.

Zi Sheng bent his eyes in satisfaction, he pulled Wen Zhong's sleeve and walked into the hall, "Teacher, come in quickly, it's hot today, you can't bask in the sun."

Wen Zhong breathed calmly, he watched the back of Zisheng's head and walked in with him.

Government affairs piled up like a mountain, Zi Sheng found a clean and tidy place for Wen Zhong to sit down.Zisheng is busy with work today, so he really can't spare time to chat with the Grand Master.

He asked someone to bring tea to Wen Zhong, while he sat in the pile of memorials higher than him and continued to process the memorials.

Zisheng had a pleasant face, his eyes were big and bright.Xu Shi was too busy, sweat dripped from his forehead.

Looking at Zisheng, Wen Zhong suddenly calmed down.

I don't know how long Zisheng has been busy, he yawns from time to time, and there are faint dark circles under his dark eyes.

Wen Zhong pursed his lips, looking at Zisheng with twinkling eyes.

Zisheng processed official documents very quickly, one pile at a time.

Wen Zhong frowned slightly, his voice was much gentler, "Can I show the old man what is written in this memorial?"

Zisheng trusted Wen Zhong very much. When he saw that Wen Zhong wanted a memorial, he glanced down and saw that it was insignificant, so he bent down and picked up the memorial and presented it to Wen Zhong with both hands.

Wen Zhong took it and opened the memorial.

He originally thought that Zisheng was still young and the reviewing speed was fast, so this memorial must be perfunctory.

Never would I have thought that Zhu Bi hit the nail on the head just by writing a few words hastily, which shocked Wen Zhong.

He focused his eyes on the handwriting again, seeing that the writing was skillful and vigorous, Wen Zhong raised his head and looked at Zisheng in amazement.

"How can you write so well at such a young age? It's clear that you have six or seven years of practice."

Zisheng rested his chin on the table and yawned, looking sleepy.

"Zisheng has been handling public affairs since he was three years old, and it has been five years now..."

After Zisheng finished speaking, after a long time, a thick palm full of strength gently stroked his head, and he heard a soft sigh.

"You're only eight years old, don't you worry that you won't grow up in the future?"

Zisheng shook his head, he raised his smiling eyes, "Zisheng is not afraid, Zisheng doesn't care about this."

After he finished speaking, a black hair fell down and met Zisheng's eyes.

There was a light in Zisheng's eyes, and he suddenly lowered his head, only to see that dozens of hairs had fallen off the table.

The lights were flickering at night, and the palace servants gently helped Zisheng disassemble the hair crown with the gentle strength in the past.

Zisheng didn't feel the slightest pain in his scalp, but he saw a few hairs falling down slowly.

He lightly touched his head and stroked it down. When he opened his hand, there were dozens of long hairs in his palm.

Zisheng: ...

-

Tian Ergou is an ordinary farmer in Chaoge. Two months ago, he rummaged through the grain bags at home, but only found a small handful of rice millet.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were full of despair.

The eldest son was lying on the bed and couldn't lift his waist, so he cried and called his mother in a low voice.

"Mom, I'm hungry, can you give me some porridge? Just one bite..."

The wife shook her head with tears streaming down her face while holding the new-month-old child, who was crying loudly as she couldn't suck the milk.

Tian Ergou's elderly mother walked out of the room tremblingly on crutches. The old man felt the depression at home, but she came over with a smile and patted Tian Ergou on the shoulder.

"Ergou, Mommy is going out for a walk, so I don't need to leave meals for Mommy these few days."

Tian Ergou noticed something, he hurriedly raised his head and grabbed the old man's hand, "Mother, what are you doing here?!"

The old man tapped Tian Ergou's leg with his cane, "What nonsense are you talking about? Mother is just going out for a walk, what do you want to do so much?"

How could Tian Ergou not understand his mother's character, he held the old man's hand tightly, "Mother, wait a minute, I'll go to my second uncle's house to borrow some rations, we'll have a few more days and new rations will come!"

The old man coughed, feeling weak, "I don't know what kind of temperament your second uncle is? Why would he borrow our family food? You don't have to lie to your mother."

The old man patted Tian Ergou's hand away, and Tian Ergou cried and wanted to stop him, but the old man pointed at his wife and children and shook his head disapprovingly.

"Mother!" His wife wanted to chase after seeing her, but was hugged by Tian Ergou.

The wife and Tian Ergou cried together, and the two watched the old man go away.

As the figure of the old man completely disappeared from Tian Ergou's sight, Tian Ergou's hair became a lot grayer, and he became more decadent.

The eldest son was breathing weakly and clutching his stomach and was already unconscious, but he still shouted: "Hungry..."

The wife hurriedly tried to cover the eldest son's mouth, but was stopped by Tian Ergou, who laughed desolately.

He said to his wife, "Go and cook the remaining rice."

"Ergou...", the wife's eyes showed worry.

Tian Ergou shook his head, smiled wryly, "Go."

The strong smell of grain wafted through the house, the elder son gulped down his saliva, and the younger child screamed from hunger.

Tian Ergou rejected the bowl offered by his wife, and he handed the bowl to the eldest son, who looked worried.

Tian Ergou patted his son's head and said softly, "Drink."

Only then did the eldest son grab the bowl and gobble it up.

The wife didn't drink the porridge either, she scooped up some porridge with a spoon and fed it to the child.

The sky outside gradually darkened, and the husband and wife sat quietly like this. They didn't know how long they could live.

At this moment, someone hastily knocked on Tian Ergou's door.

Tian Ergou numbly opened the door.

The neighbor looked anxiously at him and said: "Are you going to build the reservoir? You are going, and we will be together. Don't forget to call me at Yinshi tomorrow morning."

The neighbor said a lot, and Tian Ergou's expression became more vivid.

He hesitated, "What do you mean by building a reservoir?"

"What? You don't know! This is His Royal Highness the Regent..."

The neighbor narrated the work-for-work relief from beginning to end. Tian Ergou's whole body was instantly filled with strength, and his wife also looked happy.

"Are you going?!" The neighbor asked hurriedly.

"Go!", Tian Ergou was ecstatic.

The wife suddenly came to her senses, and quickly pushed Tian Ergou, "Hurry up and get your mother back, maybe something will happen so late!"

Only then did Tian Ergou react, and ran outside.

Fortunately, the old man did not go far, and the family was able to reunite.

That night, my wife dug out the lamp oil she had been reluctant to use from the box and lit it.

The family sat quietly all night under the lamplight.

At noon on the second day, the door was pushed open, and Tian Ergou cried with joy, "We have been selected, we have been selected!"

The old man wiped away his tears on the spot, but his wife couldn't stop her tears from being excited.

Two months later, Tian Ergou became more energetic.A smile can often be seen on the wife's face, and her hair is also darker.

Although the old man is on crutches, he is still helping the family with what he can.

Tian Ergou led his eldest son and shouted to his wife, "I'll send my son to the lampstand first, don't forget to pick it up in the evening."

The wife responded that she knew, and Tian Ergou took his son away.

In Chaoge Street Market, the originally depressing atmosphere was swept away, and children's laughter was everywhere.

Tian Ergou led his son to greet the surrounding neighbors. Everyone was very energetic and full of energy.

When they arrived under the lampstand, Tian Ergou let the children play. He happened to see a friend nearby, so he walked over to chat with the friend.

The friend looked at the completely new Chao Ge and said: "I really almost couldn't live anymore. Fortunately, His Royal Highness the Regent gave me a hand. He is the great benefactor of my family!"

Tian Ergou also sighed, "Who isn't? I have recruited people in the past few months, and I don't know how many people have been saved. How much food will this get!"

"Tsk tsk." Another person came over, "No, my family can be an official in the court. I heard that His Highness was furious because we didn't have enough food. His Highness forcibly withheld the food from the nobles."

The friend said: "Your Highness, it's really not easy. I remember you are only eight years old?"

Tian Ergou exclaimed, "My son is seven years old, and he only knows how to cry hungry and play with mud all day long. Why is he so unbearable!"

"Hahaha Your Highness is a fairy boy who came into the world, how can mortals compare with him?"

Today Zisheng asked Wen Zhong to patrol the streets with him, and Wen Zhong agreed.

Wen Zhong walked all the way, only felt that the past life and the present life were two worlds, and the people who used to live in dire straits seemed to have become an illusion.

The dead city of Chaoge was full of vitality, and the scene in front of him was something that Wen Zhong could not save no matter what he did.

Wen Zhong came to the lampstand. This high platform that made him furious as soon as he entered the city was actually built by Zisheng.

There are fewer public grievances around the high platform, but the satisfaction of the people has been gained.

Even in a dream, Wen Zhong never dreamed that there would be so many children surrounding the high platform.

Zisheng left Wen Zhong to play on the swing, but Wen Zhong heard the chatter of Tian Ergou and others.

He pursed his lips with a complicated smile.

As soon as Zisheng got off the swing, there was a little boy looking at him with bright eyes.

He stood in front of the little boy and was about to say something, but found that he was as tall as the little boy.

Zisheng raised his neck, but made no gestures.He gave up the swing to the little boy, who was very excited.

Zisheng looked at the little boy on the swing, but suddenly realized something was wrong.

So he asked the little boy, "How old are you?"

The little boy had a pure heart and said without any worries, "I am seven years old."

Zisheng was silent.

After the little boy finished playing on the swing, he pulled the little boy to compare and found that they were still the same height.

Zisheng: ...

Only then did he realize the seriousness of the problem.

He turned his head to look at the first floor of the high platform. Because the first floor was built for children, there is a scale on it.

Zisheng went to the scale and asked his attendants to measure it for him.After a test, Zisheng found that he hadn't grown in size for half a year.

Zisheng is bald.

He touched his head, and a dozen hairs fell out.

Zisheng: ...

Wen Zhong's heart was complicated, but Zi Sheng happened to walk over.

Seeing Zisheng drooping his head, Wen Zhong subconsciously patted Zisheng's head.

A few more hairs fell down, and Zisheng's eyes were dull.

He raised his head and asked Wen Zhong earnestly, "Grand Master, what should I do if my son can't grow up in the future?"

Wen Zhong looked at Quan Quansheng carefully, and he said truthfully: "It's okay, Your Highness has a good appearance, even if he is not tall, it is not a big deal."

He visually measured the height of the sudden rise again.

"Your Highness is not short. I remember that there was a man as tall as His Highness in Chanjiao, and he also married a beautiful woman. Your Highness is still young, so I don't know. That person's name is Tu Xingsun, maybe in the future His Highness we will meet."

Earth Xingsun.

Zisheng: ...