Zixu Changqing

A few days later, Sun Changqing saw Meng Ze's so-called return, a large dark green lotus leaf, slightly blackened at the damaged edge, and light green veins on the back.Sun Changqing opened it, and there were seven or eight tender yellow lotus pods inside, and on the lotus pods were densely protruding lotus seeds.

Sun Changqing looked away, the pimples on the lotus pod made him feel bad.Sun Changqing said kindly, "I've accepted it, you can take it back yourself."

Meng Ze shook his head and said stubbornly: "No, you can take it."

Sun Changqing had a headache: "All right, all right, I'll take it back and boil water to drink. Give it to me, I'll wrap that stuff up first."

He really has no patience.

Sun Changqing put it away, and said again: "Where have you been these few days, I haven't seen you either."

Meng Ze said: "I follow a blacksmith and I'm learning to forge iron."

"Very good." Sun Changqing was very pleased, "Did your family work in this industry before? Do you want to switch to this industry?"

In this era, what is emphasized is that the son inherits the father's career and cannot change careers without a reason. This is not only a custom, but also a law.The son of a flower farmer is still a flower farmer, and the son of a carpenter is still a carpenter. If the son of a carpenter wants to be a blacksmith, he must obtain the consent of relevant officials.

Meng Ze lowered his head: "I didn't think that much."

Sun Changqing felt that the child really didn't talk much: "It doesn't matter, you are still young, take your time!" Sun Changqing smiled and added: "Yanling is a good place, and it is still Jizi's fiefdom. Be diligent in the future, so you don't have to worry about it." Have a good time."

Meng Ze's hand paused slightly, and then said: "Yes."

His voice was a bit muffled, and Sun Changqing was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"Uncle." Meng Ze hesitated, then raised his head, "I...can you show me Ji Zi?"

He looked at Sun Changqing cautiously, his face was full of hope, but his fingers were trembling slightly.

Sun Changqing swept his fingers and paused: "Ji Zi is very busy and may not have time to see you. What do you do when you see Ji Zi?"

Meng Ze smiled nervously, "I... Ji Zi is kind to me. If he hadn't given me the porridge, I might starve to death, so... I want to see him."

Sun Changqing asked again: "Really?"

Meng Ze avoided his eyes: "Yes!" Meng Ze asked eagerly again: "Uncle, can you take me to see Ji Zi?"

"I'll take you to see Hades!" Sun Changqing sneered, grabbed Meng Ze by the collar and lifted him up: "Dare you lie in front of me, are you tired of work?!"

Meng Ze shrank his eyes and coughed: "I...my...uncle..."

Sun Changqing saw that he was full of grievances, so he threw him backhanded to Wu Zixu who was watching the play, then turned around and drew the saber.

As soon as Meng Ze's neck loosened, seeing this posture, he turned around and was about to run. As soon as he moved his feet, he felt a big hand on his shoulder, and he couldn't run anymore.

"What are you doing?!" Meng Ze was frightened out of his wits: "What are you going to do!"

Sun Changqing touched his knife, as if he was stroking his lover's back, and said sinisterly, "What do you think we are going to do?"

Wu Zixu pinched his shoulders and said softly, "Don't be afraid, the knife is fast and doesn't hurt."

Meng Ze: "!!"

Meng Ze shook his head and yelled frantically: "Don't come here! Let me go!"

Sun Changqing crossed over with the blade of the knife, and patted his head flatly: "Howling for what? Ask you a few words, be honest!"

Meng Ze was beaten several times, and finally stopped.

Sun Changqing bent down and interrogated: "Why do you want to see Ji Zi?"

Meng Ze remained silent.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Sun Changqing felt even more annoyed, and slapped his head heavily with a knife: "Say it or not!"

He struck hard, but Meng Ze bit his lips and did not speak even though there were tears in his eyes.

Sun Changqing snorted and raised his hand to hit him again. Meng Ze closed his eyes, but the pain he was waiting for did not come.

He opened his eyes, and Sun Changqing's wrist was held by the other hand, blocking his eyes.

It was Wu Zixu's hand.

Sun Changqing said angrily, "What are you doing!"

Wu Zixu was also annoyed: "Okay, he's just a child, and you're still beating him?"

Sun Changqing was even angrier: "You have also seen that this little bastard is dishonest and lying like a well-behaved man, there must be something ulterior!"

Wu Zixu argued: "He just asked you if he could see Ji Zi, even if there was something hidden in it, you shouldn't hit him right away."

Sun Changqing was furious: "He didn't say anything, I think this kid should be beaten to death!"

Sun Changqing was fierce, Meng Ze trembled, Wu Zixu defended him forcefully: "I'm here, why don't you try?"

Sun Changqing glared at Meng Ze viciously: "You wait!" After saying this, Sun Changqing flung the curtain and left the porridge shed.

Wu Zixu was very distressed, he touched Meng Ze's head and whispered softly: "How is it, does it still hurt?"

Meng Ze shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

"What a good boy, why doesn't it hurt?" Wu Zixu looked at the bruises on Meng Ze's neck and forehead with kindness and kindness on his face: "Sit here for a while, I'll get you some medicine, after applying the medicine I'll take you away after that, okay?"

Thinking of Sun Changqing, Meng Ze felt lingering fear, pulled Wu Zixu's skirt, and reluctantly said hello.

Wu Zixu patted his head again, stood up holding the barrel in the shed, and said gently, "I'll be back soon."

Walking outside the shed, the ferocious Sun Changqing stood under an old poplar tree not far away, gnawing at a poplar leaf boredly, Wu Zixu walked over, and Sun Changqing whispered, "Do you believe me?"

Wu Zixu said lightly, "I have a little faith."

"I don't know what's wrong with that kid and Ji Zi?" Sun Changqing couldn't figure it out: "You said you won't be able to find out if you wait a while?"

"It's best to be able to ask." Wu Zixu looked at Sun Changqing: "This kid is weird, so I can't let him go. If I can't ask, I'll hand it over to the Criminal Division for investigation."

Sun Changqing couldn't bear it in his heart. In fact, they only knew that Meng Ze had lied. Meng Ze wanted to see Ji Zi, but the other children did nothing.

But if you enter the Criminal Division, you will suffer a little bit.

Wu Zixu waited for Sun Changqing's reaction, and Sun Changqing nodded slowly: "OK!"

Wu Zixu was very satisfied with this answer. If he noticed something strange but didn't investigate it, he would ignore some things, and deliberately let go because he felt pity for the other party. This is the kindness of a woman.

Sun Changqing took out another small white porcelain bottle from his bosom, and said loudly, "Here you are! A little bastard, you need such a good medicine!"

He whispered again: "I hit him hard just now, go and wipe him off."

"You thought of something with me."

Wu Zixu took it in a soft voice, sniffed the smell, and raised his voice righteously, "You didn't hit him for the injury? I'll leave it at that. If you hit him again, I'll never end with you!"

Sun Changqing kicked the locust tree angrily: "Hmph!"

Wu Zixu turned around and left, leaving behind a slender figure. Next, it was up to him.

Going to the river to fetch clean water, Wu Zixu opened the curtain and went back to the porridge shed. Meng Ze was still sitting peacefully on the ground. He wet the wet handkerchief with clean water, and looked at Meng Ze with concern: "I'll give you the porridge first." Wipe it, it may hurt a little, bear with it."

Meng Ze let out a bewildered "hmm".

Wu Zixu knelt down and wiped the bruise on his head: "Is your name Meng Ze?"

"Yes."

"Ten years old?"

"Yes, I'm twelve."

"I can't tell, he's still a big kid." A lot of mud was wiped off the kid's face, Wu Zixu washed the handkerchief, loosened his collar, and said casually, "You're the only one left in your family." "

Meng Ze lowered his head: "Yes."

"Oh." Wu Zixu sighed, "Then it will be hard for you to live. Do you have any relatives?"

Meng Ze hesitated for a moment: "No more."

Wu Zixu pretended not to see the hesitation, and sighed: "In troubled times, human life is like grass. Floods, droughts, famines, plagues, and wars all have to take people away. Now that they are gone, you have to live well."

His sigh, with a slight hoarseness in his low tone, seemed extremely gentle, and it was pressed to the bottom of his heart, as if he felt sorry for his own child.

Meng Ze raised his head suddenly, his eyes were red: "But they were killed by others!"

Wu Zixu led him to say more: "Is that so?"

"Of course! I saw it with my own eyes..." Meng Ze became excited. At this moment, a familiar voice came from outside the shed: "Sun Wu, what are you doing!"

Sun Changqing, who was eavesdropping outside the shed: "..."

Wu Zixu: "!!"

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