After being exiled, the lucky cub who was dropped from the bag came back

Lingbao snapped her fingers and said, "Today is the 22nd. I'm away from my father, and there's still...and" she pouted, unable to figure it out, "There are still many, many days left!"

Cheng Yun laughed and rubbed her little head. Ling Bao opened his eyes wide and complained, "Big brother laughed at me!"

"Where is it?" Cheng Yun shook his head, "No."

Lingbao said yes, and imitated his smile just now, except that the voice was not quite the same, but the expression was [-]% to [-]% imitated.

Cheng Yun smiled even more heartily, and tapped the tip of her nose: "That's not called ridicule, that's called being cute by you."

Xie Wuyang nodded secretly, agreeing with Cheng Yun's words very much, he had never seen such a cute child as Lingbao.

Although he is only seven years old, it seems unreliable to say this

But it's definitely from the bottom of my heart.

Lingbao was easy to coax, let alone her favorite big brother, who immediately threw himself into his arms and laughed.

At night, Lingbao was sleeping soundly, when she suddenly heard a crackling sound outside, she trembled all over.

The king who was leaning on her raised his paw and patted it lightly: "It's okay, meow, go to sleep."

But Lingbao was still woken up, she rubbed her eyes and asked, "What happened?"

"It's raining."

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud "bang", which was actually thunder.

Lingbao was trembling, her eyes were wide open, her face was timid, she was not afraid of rain, but she was afraid of thunder, which was too loud.

Like a little turtle, Lingbao slowly crawled to the foot of the bed, and then got into the quilt, wrapping himself tightly, airtight.

After a while, he popped his head out to breathe heavily, his hair was disheveled, his cheeks were flushed, and his head was in a daze.

Then he took a deep breath, puffed his cheeks and buried it in again.

Anyway, just don't stay outside!

"Boom--"

Lingbao pursed her lips, feeling a little scared and aggrieved. She rubbed her eyes and said to the king in a low voice: "Your Majesty, why don't we go to the space? The sound of thunder won't be heard in the space, right?"

The king nodded: "I can't hear you. But your brother." Here we come.

Before she could finish speaking, the cup on Lingbao's body was pulled, and she heard her big brother's gentle and slightly worried voice: "Lingbao."

Lingbao was pleasantly surprised, "咻" popped up: "Big brother!"

Cheng Yun smiled: "Are you scared?"

When it came to sad things, Lingbao drooped his brows and eyes again, nodded aggrievedly, and hung on Cheng Yun like a baby bear.

Cheng Yun supported her, and stroked her thin back with warm palms: "Don't be afraid, sleep with us today."

Ling Bao hummed, and when he nodded, he knocked his chin on Cheng Yun's shoulder: "Your Majesty, follow up quickly."

Cheng Yi half-closed his eyes, staggered, and said slowly: "Brother Lingbao, let's go back to sleep."

When I went out, I almost hit the door, and I was in a half-dream, half-awake state.

It's really embarrassing for the sleepy god to climb out of bed abruptly because he was worried about his sister after hearing the thunder.

He was really sleepy, and when he returned to the room, after confirming that Ling Bao was carried to the bed by his elder brother, he immediately fell into a coma.

Lingbao sighed and said, "Second brother fell asleep so fast."

"You don't know him yet, he sleeps fast, sleeps for a long time, and still can't get up." Cheng Yun complained.

Lingbao giggled.

With her brother by her side, she was not afraid of thunder at all.

But Cheng Yun still remembered that Lingbao was huddled under the quilt when he went in, so he hugged Lingbao into his arms after lying down, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

The elder brother's gentle voice was like a beautiful lullaby, sleepiness hit Lingbao, and Lingbao closed his eyes.

In the first half of the night, the rain seemed to have been pierced, and it poured down, and the sound of clattering was all around my ears.

Accompanied by a lot of wind, their dilapidated thatched hut stood firm in the rain.

However, although the thatched cottage did not collapse, the fence in the yard fell down.

In the second half of the night, the rain began to decrease, pattering, and did not stop until the moment before the sun rose.

The yard has become a mess again, and every time it rains, it takes a lot of time to clean up the yard.

It rained so much last night that the small vegetable patch in the yard was drowned.

Even the vegetable field suffered from this, and the crops were even more difficult to escape, so Lingbao and the others went to help again, each with a bamboo pole.

The village head sighed again and again, his dark face was full of sorrow.

Lingbao asked: "Uncle Village Chief, why are you sighing?"

"I'm worried." The village chief said, "There is too much rain this year."

It rains twice in three days, either for a very long time, or for a very heavy rain, and the crops will always suffer.

Lingbao patted the village chief and said seriously: "Don't worry, Uncle Village Chief, you will be fine."

The village head smiled: "Yes, Lingbao is right."

In the next few days, there were several intermittent light rains, but it was a bit difficult for Cheng Zhongqian and the others.

Because they are laborers and come to serve, they naturally have no choice. No matter whether it is severe cold or hot, windy or rainy, as long as the superiors do not speak, they have to do it.

In other words, as long as you don't die, you can't stop.

Cheng Zhongqian is alright, the messengers have specially taken care of him.

But he saw with his own eyes a man caught wind and cold after being exposed to the rain, but he couldn't leave to get medical treatment.

But how can the disease be tolerated?It will only become more and more forbearing.

One morning, Cheng Zhongqian saw the man being carried out half dead.

The official told him that the man was sent back for treatment. If he can't be cured, then he can't be cured. But if he is cured, he has to come back to continue serving. If he is cured, the work here will be completed. , then accumulate to the next time.

In short, there is no escape, unless the debt is eliminated by death.

The official's expression was numb and indifferent, as if the life and death of that person didn't get him the slightest concern.

That's right, how many people die every year because of hard labor, everyone cares about it, how can they care about it?
But when Cheng Zhongqian recalled that man's pale face and almost undulating chest, his heart felt stuffy, as if a heavy boulder had been pressed down on him.

For the first time, he thought about what he could do.

In the past, his family favored him as an official, and he didn't think it mattered, since he had one, he would be it.

Later, because of some things, his official position was taken away and he was exiled here.

He found a new goal, the imperial examination, and returned to the capital for Baohui.

But now, he wants to ask himself, besides being for Baohui, is there anything else he can do?
Cheng Zhongqian was not so overconfident that he felt that he could change the military service system that had lasted for thousands of years, but if it could save one of the common people from dying, even if there was only one, that would be enough.