The little Fubao in the deserted village made all the dignitaries in the court go crazy with envy

Lin Jiang manages the teahouse and spends most of the day in the teahouse.

The work in the fields was done by Lin Dashan and Lin Erhe.

The three brothers didn't care who did more and who did less.

Old man Lin can now walk very steadily and swiftly. He has been lying in bed for more than three years. Now that he can walk again, he doesn't want to waste any time.

After getting up in the morning and having breakfast, he picked up the hoe and went to the fields. He could always be seen in the medicinal fields and vegetable gardens.

He felt down to earth, as if he had received a blessing, and his whole body was radiant.

Mrs. Lin let him go.

The adults have their own things to do, and the children are not idle either.

The weather was getting colder day by day, but the children never stopped practicing martial arts. In the morning, they would go to Yan's house to practice horse stance and hit wooden stakes.

Even Jin Duobao, the spoiled young master, gritted his teeth and tried to keep up with his friends without complaining. He lost a little weight and grew a lot taller.

Mr. Jin and Mrs. Jin were so happy that they frequently sent good things to the Yan family and the Lin family.

The most exciting life is still hundreds of photos.

I'm addicted to fighting with Jia Banxian.

"Bald Grandpa, what poison do you have today?" In the backyard of the Yan family, Bai Xiang was chasing the fat Taoist priest.

Last night's light snow turned into heavy snow. Overnight, the snow on the ground was thick enough to cover the backs of my feet, and it made a crunching sound when I stepped on it with my shoes.

Jia Banxian put his hands on his hips and walked around the backyard twice, but he couldn't get rid of the kid. He snorted, climbed onto the roof of the corridor along the wall, looked down at the little kid who was staring blankly below, and felt relieved.

"You cunning little girl, you are not asking me for poison. You are clearly trying to learn the antidote from me. I have been fooled by you and have given you more than a dozen prescriptions, but you have never called me Master."

"But I called you grandpa."

“……”What you said makes a lot of sense, but it’s a pity that I didn’t fall for it.

The little girl is very thick-skinned. If a dog passing by has a white beard, she will call it "Grandpa Dog".

In the eyes of the little girl, this bald grandfather is no more than pigs and dogs.

"Don't think I don't know. You don't want to be my disciple because you don't want to play with poison." Jia Banxian didn't understand when he mentioned this. He leaned down half of his body to look at the little girl. "You have a talent that others don't have. You are a natural genius in playing with poison! Bald Grandpa is the best at using medicine to make poison. What's wrong with you learning from me? If you learn my skills, no one can bully you."

Bai Xiang shook his head, his face serious, "Poison is harmful to people. If I learn to harm people, my grandparents, father and mother will be sad. Because they are very kind."

She is a child of the Lin family.

She loves her home very much and doesn't want to make her grandparents, father and mother sad or disappointed at all.

Jia Banxian was silent, staring at the young face below for a long time, and then laughed out loud, "Xiao Baixiang, poison is also medicine, and medicine is also poison. It is never the poison that harms people, but the person who uses the medicine. If the human heart is evil, good medicine in his hands will become poison that harms people. If the human heart is kind, poison in his hands can also become good medicine to cure diseases. Everything depends on the person, and good and evil are all based on a thought. If you can learn all my skills and turn them into your own skills, who can force you to do bad things and stop you from doing good things? What do you think? Do you want to learn?"

Bai Xiang pursed his lips and curved his eyes, "Master!"

"Hahahaha! Once you acknowledge your master, you must respect him. Don't throw poison back at him in the future!"

"I smash the poison, and Master detoxifies it, so that I can learn skills."

"...You girl!"

"Giggle!"

The laughter from the backyard could be heard far away in the study.

Xu Hanzhang put down the policy paper he had just read and glanced in the direction of the laughter. "It is a skill to apply what you have learned. Otherwise, no matter how much you learn, it is just empty talk. Just like your policy paper on governing the country."

Yan Changqing stood up from behind his desk and bowed, "Please teach me, sir."

"Governing a country requires stabilizing the country and eliminating corruption. There are a lot of great principles, but they are all empty talk. Your father has been in power for ten years, and he has devoted himself to benefiting the people. His methods of governing the country are iron-blooded, tough and vigorous, but what are the results? Very little.

The emperor is supreme, but officials pretend to obey but secretly disobey. There are countless people who form cliques for personal gain. Their roots are deep and their branches are wide, and they cannot be cut off by the guillotine. Living within the high walls and standing on the high platform, everywhere they can't see is the injustice of the people who are forced to silence them.

I only hear the music and singing of the rich, but I don't see the tears of the common people. What would you do if you succeeded to the throne?"

After saying that, the old man put the policy paper back and said, "There is no need to write this kind of policy paper anymore. In my opinion, it is all bullshit. I am a stubborn person with a foul mouth. Your Highness wants me to agree with you and implement it from top to bottom, and use actual performance. I am waiting for you to slap me in the face. I will be convinced if you can slap my face so hard that it swells up."

"I dare not, but I will keep your teachings in mind, apply them to others, and benefit the people." Yan Changqing's eyes were bright and firm, "I will spend my whole life to create a prosperous era!"

"An oath without facts is as good as fart." Xu Hanzhang put his hands behind his back and walked out slowly. "The get out of class is over. I'm going to visit relatives and friends."

In the back, a young boy spoke in a clear and melodious voice, "Sir, if you are required to lead the people in their pursuit of welfare, what do you think?"

"I will never refuse even if I die."

The corners of Yan Changqing's lips slowly curved up.

it is good.

This is what I was waiting for.

At that time the old man didn't know what the young man was planning. Later on, he banged his head against the wall countless times in anger because of this refusal to give up even if it meant dying.

The little bastard is really treating him like a cow!

"Your Highness, there is a letter from Yu Heng." Mo Yi appeared in the study and presented the letter.

Yan Changqing retracted his gaze, sat down on the wooden chair again, took the letter and unfolded it, and after a moment he murmured in a low voice, "It turns out that General Xiao has returned to the capital. It's a pity that I have been bedridden for many years and have never met this great and loyal general..."

Changjing, Tongque Lane 2.

General Xiao's Mansion is located in the middle of the Second Lane. There are two stone lions guarding the house, and the mansion is spacious and grand.

There is a black plaque above the vermilion lacquered gate with the words "Xiao Mansion" written in wild style.

But the door was closed and there was silence behind it.

The two windproof lanterns hanging on the porch swayed in the cold wind, and snow fell in the dim light.

The snow fluttered down, forming layer upon layer on the doorhead, the brackets, and the steps in front of the door.

The already lonely and desolate house becomes even more desolate.

"Cough, cough, cough! Cough, cough!" In the east wing of the house, the sound of coughing was faint and not very real in the wind and snow.

Yu Heng walked out of the side hall carrying the medicine box, turned around and stopped the old man who was about to see him off, "General Xiao, there's no need to see me off. You are still seriously ill, don't go out and catch a cold. There is a carriage waiting outside the door, and I have to go back to the palace to report to the emperor, so I can't stay long. I will come back to check your pulse tomorrow."

"Thank you, Doctor Yu." The old man said. The chill in the air immediately invaded his throat, causing an intense itching sensation. "Cough cough cough..."

After watching Yu Heng disappear through the archway of the courtyard, he walked towards the other end along the corridor connecting to the side hall.

In the room at the end, someone was singing a ballad behind the closed window.

"The wind is still, and the shadows of the trees cover the window lattices..."

"My dear, close your eyes..."