The beloved baby has a space

Chapter 68 Decision
When Zhang Zhan went to find Qin Huai, he saw that the boy had already packed his luggage and was already sitting in the carriage. He was wearing a slightly dark raven-blue outer robe with light patterns of intertwined branches, his hands were hanging down on his knees, his back was straight, and his eyes were indifferent.

He didn't look like a child who was about to turn seven, but rather like an old monk who had regained his youth.

"Little ancestor, can I call you ancestor instead? Don't cause me any more trouble at a time like this, I'm already very busy here!" Zhang Zhan really felt a headache coming on. "There are still more than 100,000 disaster victims in Yongding County who need my help to resettle. And now you're causing trouble again, what do you expect me to do?"

I don't know what the higher-ups were thinking. This is disaster relief, and the victims need to be comforted. The county magistrate isn't in place yet, and there are all sorts of other things to deal with.

Even the donkeys in the village probably don't have it as tough as him!

But this little devil is so temperamental, you can't hit him or scold him, and he's so small, you can't really blame him.

Isn't this just making things difficult for him?!

Qin Huai seemed oblivious to Zhang Zhan's urgency, remaining completely unmoved.

"What exactly do you want? Can't you just shut up? I'll take you home after I've finished what I need to do here, okay?"

Qin Huai remained silent.

"Ahhh!" Zhang Zhan's fists were clenched so tightly they were cracking.

I took a deep breath and told myself to stay calm.

At this moment, Qin Huai suddenly coughed heavily, and dark blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He calmly took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped away the bloodstains, and casually tossed it aside.

Someone came forward and took the handkerchief away.

Zhang Zhan suddenly froze, rushed into the carriage, and exclaimed urgently, "Why are you vomiting blood?! What happened?!"

Qin Huai glanced away without saying a word, appearing unwilling to acknowledge him.

"Qin! You! Huai! What's wrong with you!" Zhang Zhan turned around and called to the servant who was tidying up the handkerchiefs when he saw that Qin Huai was not speaking.

"Give me the handkerchief!" He wanted to see what it was.

Suddenly, Qin Huai said, "March."

Zhang Zhan turned his head, and Qin Huai stared into his eyes, saying each word clearly: "My time."

After saying that, Qin Huai closed his eyes, seemingly unwilling to talk any further.

It also concealed all the sarcasm and indifference in his eyes.

Zhang Zhan suddenly realized: He is only six years old, but he looks like a sixty-year-old.

There was no sign of life, let alone any vitality.

Red Armor appeared just in time and said, "Madam has already ordered the withdrawal of all personnel. Lord Zhang, rest assured, the young master will not cause trouble, nor can he."

He paused, then added, "He just wanted to live out his last days in peace."

"How could this be?" Zhang Zhan frowned, and seeing Qin Huai's expression, suddenly asked, "Which village are you planning to go to?"

Chi Jia replied, "I've heard there's a peach orchard in Feng'an Village. Young Master would like to go and take a look."

Feng'an Village is located in the south of Yongding County. It is a village in a valley and one of the few villages that was not affected by the snow disaster.

As a result, the village scenery is still relatively well preserved, and it is currently the time when wildflowers are in full bloom.

Considering Qin Huai's current health, Zhang Zhan said, "I'll arrange for two people to accompany you, along with a doctor. That's all we can do; the county government is short-staffed lately."

"No need, I will escort you, young master."

Zhang Zhan thought about Chi Jia's skills and estimated that he could take on a dozen or twenty ordinary yamen runners by himself, so he figured that having him would be enough.

"Then what does the doctor want to do—"

"Is it necessary?" Qin Huai asked coldly before the words were even finished.

Zhang Zhan choked, but ultimately said nothing more.

This child is small, but very stubborn and never listens to others.

When Qin Huai came, he was escorted by more than a dozen servants, as well as monks, Taoists and other religious figures.

Now, all those people have stayed in the county government office, waiting to return in a couple of days.

Now that he was going to Feng'an Village, none of these people followed him; only Chi Jia and the coachman accompanied him.

After he left, Zhang Zhan felt something was wrong and went to talk to those people again.

"Weren't you escorting the young master here? Why didn't you come along?" "Amitabha." The monk chanted a Buddhist prayer and said, "The young benefactor has his own destiny, and this humble monk can only escort him this far."

The Taoist priest flicked his whisk: "I have calculated that the only way to save the young master is to let him make his own arrangements."

Zhang Zhan thought they were all talking nonsense, so he turned to ask the strangely dressed person.

"Then what do you say?"

“The young master has had a difficult life and is now facing a calamity. No one can save him; he must save himself. Too much interference from others will only do more harm than good.”

Zhang Zhan: "...So after all this talk, you just don't want to follow him anymore, huh? When does Madam want you to go back?"

"You can return before the Dragon Boat Festival," the monk replied honestly.

"That's good. It's only the first month of the lunar calendar, and there's still plenty of time until the fifth day of the fifth lunar month."

Zhang Zhan said expressionlessly, "In that case, you shouldn't just stand around doing nothing, come with me to help with disaster relief!"

Monk, you are responsible for performing rituals to help the souls of those who died in the disaster find peace.

Taoist priest, you will then assist in setting up the ritual.

You, so-and-so, go outside the city and appease the people.

And those who are able-bodied, don't just sit here wasting food and become useless. Go to the villages and help build houses!
"I'll go back the day I finish!"

Everyone: "..."

After arranging these people, Zhang Zhan returned to his study, quickly wrote two letters, summoned a servant, and whispered, "Send these to them as fast as you can..."

An hour later, Qin Huai and his group arrived at the corner, where the road to Feng'an Village was to the right.

"Young master, after you cross this road on the right, it will be another hour's walk to reach Feng'an Village. It's still early at this time—" the coachman said with a smile.

"Stop." Qin Huai's voice rang out from inside the car.

The driver pulled on the reins and said, "To the left."

"That's not Feng'an Village on the left, it's just to the north! They've had a snowstorm there, there's nothing to see there—"

Red Armor, who was sitting outside with him, tapped the wooden stick in his hand on the cart: "Stop talking nonsense."

Driver: "...We agreed to go through Feng'an Village."

A silver ingot was suddenly thrown into his arms.

The coachman immediately picked up the silver, took a bite of it, and seeing the clear imprint, laughed loudly, "The snow has melted recently, and the peach grove to the north is even more beautiful. Gentlemen, hold on tight, let's go!"

With a flick of the whip, the carriage turned and headed to the left.

The villagers of Hujia Village are busy with spring planting. With the grain seeds distributed, everyone's enthusiasm for farming is exceptionally high.

As far as the eye can see, all you see are people buried in their work.

Hu Daliu, the eldest son of the village chief, finally brought back the donkey and a calf.

“All the cattle in town have been sold. This one was bought from the county town. The old yellow ox is gone too. Only this calf is left. It’s a little weak, but the price is 10% cheaper.” Hu Daliu led the calf to the field and said to everyone, “The calf is weak. Don’t use it too much, or it will get tired in a day or two.”

Everyone waved their hands: "Da Liu, do you even need to tell me? We can't bear to use too many of these calves. Let's all lend a hand and plant them whole. We'll see how powerful they are in the fall."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter, and the fatigue from working for days seemed to ease.

Meanwhile, at the Wang family's house, Old Mrs. Wang was calling Liu over and asking her to take out the "divine water" that she had previously stored in the gourd.

“This water is quite useful. Take half of it, dilute it with water, and pour it into the puddle over there.”

These next few days, we'll be using the compost from there at home. With this water, the crops should grow better too.

Liu whispered, "Mother, can I take some back to my parents' home?" They had observed that the water could nourish plants over the past two days.

The banana grove behind the house has yielded three large bunches of bananas, and they're all huge.

The bananas that were planted a few days ago are now ripe, and the kids in the house are all clamoring for them to be sweet.

Bringing it back to your parents' home will surely improve their harvest this year.

"No way!" Old Mrs. Wang immediately rejected the idea.

(End of this chapter)