Once a refugee village is developed, its original essence will be completely lost.
Feng Xi'er raised her eyes and looked around carefully, and then let out a long sigh of disappointment. She still couldn't help feeling sad in her heart. Hong Jiu didn't know where she had gone. Now that Chan Zhen has left this world again, she thought she would accompany her until she grows old. Time left her. Alas, things are really unpredictable in this world.
Sadness turns into a river and flows in my heart.
Mortal happiness, anger, sorrow, life, separation, and death are all experiences that everyone will experience in their lifetime.
When misfortune happened, Feng Xi'er thought that she could face it optimistically and freely, but she didn't expect that she was so sensitive and fragile, and she felt very sad. The sadness in her heart could not subside for a long time, and there was a breath stuck in her throat, which made her feel uncomfortable. tight.
Looking at Feng Xi'er who was so sad, Long Ba couldn't help but comfort him: "Don't think too much, go to bed early. You are injured, and you have been riding around during the day. Only after you have a good rest can you have the energy to catch the murderer tomorrow." "
Feng Xi'er smiled gratefully and nodded. "Your Highness, the Crown Prince, is bumping back and forth. It's much harder than me. Your Highness, don't worry about me. Go and rest quickly."
Long Ba wanted to say something but couldn't. He hesitated and finally put the medicine bottle on the table, said: "Miss, please keep this medicine for your own use" and turned around to leave.
Feng Xi'er looked at Long Ba's back and sighed in her heart. The queen was so vicious, but the son she gave birth to was so kind. At first, she thought Long Ba was a bad person. In fact, Long Ba was a good old man, without any airs of a prince. , has a much better temper than Long Jiu, and is not as stubborn as Long Qi. Like Long Shi, he is a free and easy man.
It's just that I was reborn in the wrong womb and was born into an emperor's family with such a vicious mother.
He didn't blame her for stealing His Highness the Crown Prince's Nine-turn Chain. Knowing that she was on good terms with Chan Zhen, he rushed back to take her to see Chan Zhen regardless of the long distance. Feng Xi'er remembered this kindness in her heart.
With a flash of inspiration in her head, Feng Xi'er suddenly had a surprising idea. She told Long Ba about her idea of escape and asked Long Ba to assist her. This time she came out of the Prime Minister's Mansion and could never go back again. She had been silent in the death of Chan Zhen before. In my grief, I never thought of this good idea.
However, thinking about it carefully, Feng Xi'er harmed Long Ba for her own freedom. This is very unethical. According to the emperor's doting on Long Qi, if she escapes from Long Ba's hands, the emperor will definitely do it. Blame Long Ba.
There is also Xiaotuo. If Feng Xi'er does not return to the dynasty, Feng Zhengde will not let her only maid go, and that vicious woman Shen Biyu will definitely abuse Xiaotuo.
Feng Xi'er was caught in a dilemma. She was tangled and conflicted in her heart. She couldn't make up her mind after much thought. She had no sleepiness and her mind was in a mess. Finally, she felt that she had to get out of this maze on her own.
Let Long Shi bring Little Potato here to join her? Due to her harmful pride, Feng Xi'er didn't want to rely on the help of any royal family members, let alone selfishly implicate Long Shi Long Ba.
Feng Xi'er took medicine again, opened her cloth satchel, took out her clothes, and changed her clothes. She really couldn't sleep. Ah Jiu once said to her, no matter she is empty, lonely, bored or confused, just do what you like. Just do whatever you want to do to keep yourself busy, and you'll be fine.
Yes, she had to find something to do.
It was a cool night, so Feng Xi'er put on a thin cloak and walked out of the greenhouse. Lanterns were hung high on the surrounding trees, the lights were not very bright, and people were still farming. Feng Xi'er saw the old village chief and walked over quickly.
The old village chief was bending down to hoe the ground. His old and thin body seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind. He was at an age where he was enjoying life, but he had lived a hard life. It was also good to develop a refugee village. At least there was something he could do. Once your life is guaranteed, you no longer have to worry about food and clothing, and you will gradually escape poverty and live a normal life.
The Dog Emperor is not a fool, at least he has some conscience. Compared with the great tyrants like Hucao King and Prairie King, it is still much better.
There is no harm if there is no comparison. In fact, if you think about it, Emperor Rintian is considered diligent and loves the people. Although his governance style is a bit cowardly, he also cares about the safety of the people for the sake of the people.
Feng Xi'er went over and patted the old village chief's back gently, then took the old village chief's hoe and said, "Uncle village chief, please go back and rest. I can't sleep, so I'll help you."
The old village chief smiled kindly and said: "I appreciate Miss Xixi's kindness, but you are injured, so you should take a good rest. Construction in the refugee village has been going on day and night these days, and we are all used to it."
Feng Xi'er knew that there was nothing she could do for the old village chief. With Chanzhen gone, the old village chief had lost a daughter. She was alone, old and childless. Feng Xi'er's eyes were sore, but she didn't know what she could do for the old village chief.
Feng Xi'er grabbed the old village chief's wrinkled and black hand and said, "Chanzhen is gone. The old village chief can treat me as his daughter. I, Feng Xi'er, will be with the refugee village. No matter what difficulties the village chief may have in the future." , I will not abandon the village chief."
Feng Xi'er knows that everyone will have a stage of old age. The elderly are actually the most vulnerable, like children, in need of care. When one day he is old and there is no one close to him, the loneliness will be terrible.
The old village chief was so moved that he was at a loss. He smiled happily and nodded: "You treat Chan like a real sister, and you treat me as an old man very well. It is the old village chief's blessing to have a smart and beautiful daughter like you."
The other refugees nodded in agreement and looked at the old village chief and Feng Xi'er with envy.
The garrison officers and soldiers walked to the top of the land and ordered: "Everyone, let's call it a day. You have worked hard today. Go in and have a good rest. Tomorrow is the last night to dig the ground. Once you have dug the soil bags, you can plant sericulture trees. There will be a bumper harvest next year." You will have money to spend.”
The refugees were excited, excited, and surprised. They clenched their fists and jumped up and down, grinning and showing their teeth. They were so happy.
"Don't make any noise. It will be bad if you disturb His Royal Highness. Let's stop working and go back to rest. Don't be tired." The elder brother of the officer and soldier was very kind.
The soldiers brought out by Long Liu were indeed different. There are just as many servants as there are masters, Tie Li.
The refugees all went in. Feng Xi'er patted the old village chief on the shoulder, like a child spoiling his father, and said with a smile: "Uncle village chief, please go back and rest quickly. I can't sleep. I want to get some air here."
The old village chief said worriedly: "The refugee village is now a mixed bag, and many people have mixed in. Miss Xixi should be careful. It's better to go back and rest."
"Don't worry, His Highness the Crown Prince has stepped up the precautions. There are officers and soldiers stationed here patrolling day and night. I'll blow the wind here before going in."
The old village chief nodded and followed the other refugees back to the shed.
Feng Xi'er saw a wooden chair above the ground, so she sat down on it, took out the flute she brought with her, and quietly sat there by herself. Now, Hong Jiu didn't know where she was, and she could only see things and miss people.
Fortunately, Hong Jiu also left a flute for her, at least to give her something to think about. Feng Xi'er put the flute to her lips and started to play it gently.