Chicken crows
Lin Shu: "?"
A rooster croaked in his soul
Lin Shu thought it was an illusion and continued to put the feathers into the mound.
"grumble!"
Lin Shu: "?"
This time he could hear it clearly, it was really a rooster or a chicken crow.
He took out the feather and repeated the act of placing it in the mound.
Put in, take out, put in, take out.
The chicken cub's cry changed from a frightened "chi--", gradually became weak, and finally turned into a "chirp" with a meaning of prayer.
This "chirp" reminded Lin Shu of the fluffy and plump chicken in his dream last night.
He looked at the feather, and an outrageous guess appeared in his heart.
Behind this feather is actually a chick.
In other words, Xiao Shao left a cub for himself in addition to being worthy
He couldn't accept it and didn't want to accept it.
He is only twenty-one years old and should not be the father of four children.
Just thinking about it, in the soul, the chicken chirp weakly again.
Fine.
Lin Shu put the feathers aside, took out Xiao Shao's bamboo flute and buried it, sealing the soil.
In a blink of an eye, he saw Wu-gui viciously release a cloud of blood mist wrapped around the feathers, as if to devour it.
Just as he was about to stop it, he saw a golden-red sheen on the feathers, which burned Wu-gui.
Reluctantly, he retracted his hand.
Okay.
You two can hurt each other.
Lin Shu pulled the feathers back from Wu-gui's hand.
A flattering "chirp" came from the soul.
Lin Shu studied this hair.
It's the phoenix feather.
But the thing he saw in his dream was indeed a real chicken, without the sign of a phoenix.
He put away his feathers and decided to wait and see.
After dealing with the chicken feathers, the focus shifted to Wu Shao.
First pinched Yingying, and then tried to strangle Feather, which shows her bad temperament.
Wu worthy only looked at him with a pair of evil eyes, no oil or salt.
Lin Shu was tired physically and mentally, pressed his eyebrows, and planned to visit the savage aunt in the market to learn the skills of reprimanding people.
After finally getting dark, I sat down on the bed and rubbed my eyes.
The child was still young, and Lin Shu didn't bother with him because of the day's affairs. He told himself in his heart that it was hard to change the nature of the country, and this bad character was not a worthy fault. It must be traced back to Ou Yezi, the first craftsman of the ages. .
He said, "Go to sleep."
Wu Wu rubbed his eyes again: "I can't sleep."
Lin Shu: "Why?"
Worthless looked at him directly, with a bit of provocation in his tone: "Usually, I always sleep with Phoenix."
also.
Lin Shu took out Xiao Shao's black feather cloak and wrapped him.
Wu Wu was buried in the fur of the feather cloak, and seemed to narrow his eyes, but then he smiled strangely: "I am the sword of the Phoenix, and I still can't sleep. You have no Taoist companion, but you are still in the mood to urge me to sleep, Really ruthless."
Lin Shu blew out the candle and said expressionlessly, "Because I am your father."
His words were so stern, but the ending was hoarse, and the pain in his heart was as if a blunt knife had been cut, and he sat on the edge of the bed without moving for a long time.
The collapse of people is actually in an instant.
After Xiao Shao left, he seemed to be two people.
A life as if nothing had happened, empty and silent, living as usual,
Just when the memory of Xiao Shao flashed back in his mind, the whole world was torn apart in an instant, blood was dripping, and the wind was cold, blowing directly into the internal organs, but he had nowhere to escape.
I don't know how long it took, and I was ashamed to tug at his sleeve.
Lin Shu turned his head.
Wu-Worth put the feather cloak over him again, and then quietly indented into the quilt and lay down with his back to him.
After a long while, I heard him say, "I didn't mean to."
Lin Shu was in the moonlight, folded the feather cloak, and put it on the head of the bed without shame: "It's okay."
Ashamed not to speak.
Lin Shu lay down, looked at the small group curled up on the edge of the bed, sighed softly, and finally leaned over there, reaching out and gently hugging the little thing.
It took a long time for his body to relax.
Lin Shu didn't fall asleep, or maybe he didn't want to sleep subconsciously.
In the middle of the night when I was awake, a distant and strange sound suddenly sounded in the distance, like waves hitting my eardrums.
He opened his eyes, looked out the window, and felt the ground beneath him tremble slightly, fleetingly.
Unashamedly opened his eyes.
He looked at Lin Shu and said two words: "Spring flood."
Lin Shu: "Then?"
Worthy of grinning, the blood-red eyes seemed to have a dim light: "On the way you came, you crossed the Yangtze River, wasn't it raining heavily."
Spring flood, torrential rain.
Chunhong.
flood.
Wu Wu rubbed his eyes and seemed to want to fall asleep again, but he still said to him, "The dam has collapsed, it's too late."
Lin Shu frowned: "Why do you know?"
Wu Wuhun said indifferently, "A thousand years ago, I was buried in Jiangnan."
Lin Shu: "How to solve it?"
Worthy seemed to smile and said, "What am I doing?"
Lin Shu looked at the innocent face.
He was very small, about six or seven years old.
But Lin Shu finally found out today that Wu-Wu is not like Ying Ying, he is an ignorant and ignorant child.
The ancient demon soldiers were tempered by the blood shed during the wars of the people of the fourteen states of the world. They have been buried in mass graves for many years.
Silent all night.
He was right.
The flooding of the Yangtze River was a disaster unseen in a thousand years, affecting six prefectures, trapping hundreds of thousands of people, and causing instability in the prefecture.
In the capital, Henry Zhang and Xiao Xuan panicked.
Henry Zhang was originally a duck who was caught on the shelf, and the routine operation of amnesty and tax reduction and exemption would not show his cowardice.
And even though Xie Zishe had extraordinary strategic talent, he couldn't bear the deficit of the national treasury.
After so many years of fighting and fighting, Nanxia is not rich, and Beixia is also stretched, and now the two merge, it is even more poor.
The continuous rain was pouring down.
The rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River is in April and May every year, but now it has just entered March, and the spring rain seems to have not stopped.
Without adequate protection, the grains in the warehouse will all go mouldy and deteriorate under the influence of moisture. And tens of thousands of people and hundreds of thousands of livestock were directly drowned along the river, and the corpses could not be disposed of, and the plague came immediately.
To make matters worse, nothing more.
Jiangnan is in danger.
The peach blossoms on the mountain were all blown away by the rain and wind overnight, and the ground withered and remained red, covering the mountain road.
The waves were still turbulent, and the boat could not cross it. The right prime minister who was responsible for the relief of the victims and his party could not cross the other side. They had to go upstream and pass through the cliff and the iron cable trestle, which took a long time.
The two younger brothers in the capital remembered that he was in the south of the Yangtze River, so they passed on the book and asked him to join the Tulongwei sent by the capital to lead them and check the disaster situation on the south bank.
Then he went out of Bingzhou with no guilt, and went to the four states along the coast.
Someone in Tulongwei recognized him and saluted, "Young Master Lin."
Lin Shu met them and went to the banks of the Yangtze River.
After ascending the highest mountain here, he looked down.
The rainstorm has not stopped, and the once fertile water towns have all turned into swamps. Whether it is pavilions, pavilions, or cottages, all of them were washed away by the flood.
The corpses lay in the mud, or floated on the water, as far as the eyes could see, the lives were charred, and the mourning was everywhere.
Overnight, there were at least 100,000 casualties. Jiangnan's vitality was also badly damaged, and I don't know when it will be able to recover. After the merger of North and South Xia, the peaceful atmosphere that had just appeared was gone all of a sudden.
Tu Longwei communicated the situation behind him, and compiled the disaster situation of each prefecture and county into a book.
Lin Shu held an umbrella and stood in the wind, and suddenly heard someone in Tu Longwei who was talking: "People can kill people, but God can't stop killing people."
They were silent.
The wind suddenly picked up.
There was a broken wooden board floating on the river surface, which was washed down by the water. On the broken wooden board was a topless man, grabbing something with difficulty, trying to lean towards the shore.
There are thousands of people like him on this land, struggling to survive like ants, some of them got it, some didn't.
Man-made disasters can be settled, natural disasters can be prevented, and the will of heaven is like a knife, just like this moment.
In the silence, Lin Shu suddenly thought.
Xiao Shao is dead.
What he has done has made the whole world slowly get better.
But overnight, like a dream bubble, things got worse again.
The common people seek survival, the court seeks governance, the immortals seek longevity, and no one is struggling.
However, heaven and earth are ruthless after all.
People live for a lifetime, grass and trees fall, heaven and earth are impermanent, people in this world struggle, it is true that they do their best, but they have little effect.
Life is accidental, death is inevitable, new life is short-lived after all, and everything is dead.
He suddenly remembered something.
Heaven's movement is constant, not for Yao's existence... Not for Jie's death.
His memory suddenly became clear, and he remembered that the title page of "Sauvignon Blanc", which had long been blurred in his memories, contained such a paragraph.
Heaven's actions are constant, not for Yao's existence, not for Jie's death, unless you understand this way, you can't solve the forgetfulness of the Supreme Being.
He then remembered the "depressed ecstasy" he realized that day when all his thoughts were lost.
The moves of "Sauvignon Blanc" are over, what will happen after the ecstasy
Realize that the world is impermanent, all things will eventually disappear, the seven emotions will be lost, and then will it be completely silent and empty
- Is it true that the so-called "too Shang forgets love"
In the moment of trance, it seems that there is a clear understanding.
On Tulongwei's side, the general situation has been understood, and the rest is to try to save people together with the officers and soldiers of various prefectures.
However, it seems to be a dead end, saving people, but not living.
The homeless people need to eat and shelter, to clothe themselves, and to be healed.
Where can I get the money I need
Lin Shu walks through the refugees.
In starvation, countless people extended their thin hands to him.
In the streets and alleys, the cries of children came first, then the women, and finally the men sobbed.
Threads of black and red aura escaped from them.
This is resentment, and Lin Shu is very familiar with it.
For thousands of years, the grievances of the people have accumulated like this, and they have become more and more intense.
He watched these grievances dissipate, but found that most of them were rushing in one direction.
Unashamed.
His voice was a little cold again: "What are you doing?"
Worthy: "Can't you eat it?"
Lin Shu: "You eat it?"
The tip of the worthy red tongue licked his lips, and the blood in his eyes became a little thicker: "I feed on it, if you want to blame it, blame Ou Yezi."
Ou Yezi has long since passed away, so Lin Shu naturally cannot be held accountable.
He said, "Not in the future."
Worthy of interest: "Oh."
"All matters, we will report back to the court, Young Master Lin, it's not early, you can go back." The leader of Tulongwei said to Lin Shu.
Lin Shu watched them all day, rushing around like flies because of the vagueness of the imperial court's orders - if Xiao Shao was still there, the situation might be different.
If Xiao Shao is still...
He was suddenly lost.
Tu Long Wei said: "Young Master?"
"Nothing." Lin Shu replied.
After a while, he said again: "You... come with me."
Tu Longwei didn't know why, but he followed him anyway.
Lin Shu remembered that the steward of Phoenix Villa in the city was in a cloth house.
Shanzhuang claimed to be the descendant of Phoenix, and liked to live in a high place, so Zhuangzi did not suffer much.
The steward said, "Young Master Lin."
Then I saw Lin Shuyin walking on the street in the rain, stained on the hem of his clothes: "Do you want to change your clothes? Zhuangzi has a lot of clothes according to your size."
— Not for this, but it seems like it should be replaced.
Xiao Shao likes him to wear white clothes. The lighter the material, the better, and the more ethereal the shape is, the better. It is best if the breeze blows, and the sky will move like a fairy air.
Such clothes are not suitable for the current situation, and no matter how white and immortal he wears, no one likes to see him.
Lin Shubian didn't choose that again, and casually took a robe of smoke green, a very simple style.
"Yannian gentleman, warm like jade." The steward smiled and held a simple peach wood hairpin: "Lin Gongzi put on the blue clothes, and he was much gentler, and it was a little bit of human fireworks."
Lin Shubian also replaced it.
After that, let's talk business.
Lin Shu's purpose is very simple.
The official treasury has no money, no cloth, and no medicinal materials.
Phoenix Villa has it.
Wealth to rival the country is not a vain reputation.
He wants the villa to open a warehouse and work with the government to help the victims.
The steward was hesitant at first, but after seeing the Phoenix Order, he fully agreed.
The fireworks were lit, and all the businesses in the villa opened their warehouses to help the victims.
Tu Longwei said, "Thank you, Young Master Gao Yi!"
Lin Shu didn't speak.
He looked at the struggling people at the foot of the mountain.
Maybe he was moved by pity, maybe not.
I only know that if Xiao Shao is here, he will do this.
Since the day Xiao Shao was wiped out, he no longer owns this body. Sometimes, he has to live for Xiao Shao.
He could never forget his love.
He couldn't be silent.
All he wanted was a full moon night, when the tents were warm and the lights were red.
In the pavilions, among the silk and bamboo strings, he turned his head and saw Ling Fengxiao, dressed in a bright red dress, sprinkled with peonies, turned out from the splendid beauty of the peaceful and prosperous age, and smiled lightly.
He lived far from crowds all his life, loved quietness, wore white clothes, and used ancient swords. Few and boring, the prosperity and beauty that I have seen and read in my life seems to lie in this.
And the people of Sri Lanka have passed away, and their traces are hard to find. If they meet in Huangquan in the future, they can tell him about the prosperity of Chengping on the ground. Thinking about that scene seems to be enough to comfort the loneliness of life.
He was thinking that Tu Longwei had received the order from the capital again. Due to his lack of understanding of the local situation, it contradicted the previous order, which made the leader very arrogant.
Lin Shu saw that his head was as big as a bucket, scratching his head in a dilemma, and couldn't help but smile.
The arrangement of the various matters is actually not too difficult.
He has seen a lot of Xiao Shao's response when he was in danger. On the other hand, he was consciously organized.
The phoenix order in his hand is radiant with vermilion.
Those who see this order are like the personal presence of the owner of the Phoenix Villa, and the people of the dynasty are like the personal presence of the emperor.
pat.
He placed the token on the table, tapped it with his fingertips, and turned it to the leader of the Tulongwei.
He lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the phoenix pattern on the token, and said softly, "Tulong obeys the order."