When the Regent Princess kneeled, all the children in Beijing broke their knees.

"Boss, we will go to work soon, let us listen." A naughty boy, about fourteen or fifteen years old, said with a smile.

The sturdy man ignored him and knelt down in front of Jiang Yunchu, "Wang Han, meet the princess."

Jiang Yunchu raised his eyebrows, "Stand up and talk."

"Yes!" Wang Han stood up. He was very tall, about 1.9 meters, with dark skin and a smile on his face.

"Tell me what happened." Jiang Yunchu walked to the side and sat on a wooden stool.

She hadn’t had a good rest these past few days, and the shaking of the carriage gave her a headache, and she was having her period…

This body is the same as before, with dysmenorrhea. When the pain comes, she feels exhausted all over and can't muster any strength. She either wants to die or is on the way to death.

Stop talking, those who understand will understand!

Wang Han was not old, but he looked a bit naive. He crossed his hands and clasped them together, then said a little embarrassedly, "Three years ago, it rained heavily and many people came from the south to look for their relatives. Do you remember, Princess?"

This incident caused a big stir. Jiang Yunchu tried hard to read her memory. Even though she was in her boudoir, she still had some memories.

"Go on." Jiang Yunchu seemed to have a guess.

Wang Han then continued, "At that time, there were many children whose parents had died, and they were brought here to look for relatives. What relatives could they be looking for?"

"I felt sorry for those children, so I adopted them."

"But as the children get older, they eat more. Before, I could feed the whole family with just one person, but with the arrival of these children, I didn't have enough food to eat."

"I just discussed it with the people in the village."

Wang Han was smiling the whole time, with an embarrassed smile on his silly face.

Just at this time.

"Please don't punish Uncle Wang. It's all our fault. We will leave now and not drag Zhuangzi down." A half-grown boy, about eleven or twelve years old.

Behind him were eleven children, the oldest of whom was in his teens and the younger ones were seven or eight years old.

three years ago……

Jiang Yunchu was silent for a long time...

The boy seemed to be a leader among the children, and all the eleven children listened to him.

Seeing Jiang Yunchu's silence, I thought she was refusing.

The boy was a little anxious, "Please, let Uncle Wang go."

The boy stood straight, but suddenly bent down. "What can we do? Can we make you let Uncle Wang go? Just tell us, and we'll do it."

Uncle Wang raised them for three years. During these three years, whenever they were sick or injured, it was Uncle Wang who took care of them. In order to save food, Uncle Wang dug up grass roots and picked leaves to eat.

How could he see Uncle Wang being punished now?

"Oh? What can you do?" Jiang Yunchu's half-smile made the tenants who had just followed him a little scared.

However, some tenants still came forward.

"Princess, we did not embezzle the palace's grain, and all the accounts are correct."

"We just gave our part, and we did it willingly."

"I have the fingerprints of the tenants and farmers here. We are willing to give out our own food and support these children."

A man who looked like a scholar took out two pieces of paper, which stated that people would voluntarily take 30% of the grain, and the remaining 20% ​​would be distributed by the village head Wang Han.

Names and handprints one by one.

She looked again and again, looking at the different hand prints.

She knew that these fingerprints were all made voluntarily by the tenants and farmers.

This is what shocked her!

"We'll talk about these things later."

She still looked at the children, "You should know that even if the amount of food is right, this farm is mine, understand?"

The boy nodded. At the age of eleven or twelve, he was already capable of doing things.

"I know!"

Zhuangzi is hers, and these people are hers.

Just listen to her.

"Then tell me, what can you do?" Jiang Yunchu still asked the same question.

The child was silent for a moment, then looked up and said, "As long as you let Uncle Wang go and let these people go, I will do anything you ask me to do."

The child's eyes were determined, and Jiang Yunchu couldn't bear to ask a second time.

but……

"Is it okay to take your life?"

What can a child who has suffered so much achieve?

She is willing to be a bad person, and willing to use the identity of a bad person to protect a kind heart.

"Okay." The boy took a firm step forward.

"Boss! No."

"Brother, I'll accompany you."

……

The children at the back followed one by one. Some were still confused, but they just followed them because they knew their older brothers and sisters had made their choices.

That 20% of the food is not only used to cover their food and clothing, but also for medical treatment in the village, and repairing some houses in the village. It may seem that 20% of the food is a lot, but... it is not that much.

"All of you step back, what does this have to do with you?"

The boy glared behind him and winked at an older girl who usually listened to him.

But this time, she didn't back off.

"Xiao Shi, hold Xiao Twelve tightly." The girl put the person in the arms of a child.

Then he took a step forward and said, "Boss, we have said that we will share the good times and the bad times together."

"I'm the middle child. My brothers and sisters don't know much, but I understand."

"My brothers and sisters have to live a few more years. I have lived enough."

Jiang Yunchu raised his eyebrows, what a deep brother-sister love.

"Big brother, second sister, and me."

"Count me in."

"How can you not take me with you?"

She was the one who just held the child, and she took a step back, "I'll come when Xiao Twelve's fever subsides."

Now she also needs to take care of Little Twelve.

Jiang Yunchu looked at him, then said to Wang Han, "Bring the child with fever here."

Wang Han nodded, "Okay."

He has been working here for many years and has taken root here, working for the palace. The palace has always been fair and just in distributing food to tenants, and he gets 20% more than others.

If it weren't for him, these tenants would have been able to eat well and dress warmly.

This is because of the charity of the palace.

Although the princess spoke harshly, her eyes told him that she had never intended to make things difficult for these children.

"Uncle Wang." The boy stopped him.

Wang Han smiled and patted his shoulder.

There is no need to have any reservations in a conversation between two men.

"Princess, the child is dirty, can you take a look?" Wang Han held the child over.

Jiang Yunchu lifted the child's eyelids, pressed her chin, looked at her tongue, then took out the child's thin little arm, took her pulse for a while, and then changed to the other arm.

"The child doesn't have ordinary typhoid fever, but what bit him?"

The child's lips were a little purple, he had a high fever and his pulse showed signs of poisoning.