mtlumby2d Chapter 1270 Those who want to win don't laugh.
Chapter 1270 Those who want to win don't laugh.
Fei He watched from the side as Jiang Yubai took the child out of the bridal sedan chair. Before the two figures, one big and one small, could exchange a few words, they hurriedly headed towards the village.
Halfway there, Jiang Yubai remembered to turn back and ask him for instructions.
Fei He didn't say a word, but simply raised his hand in a gesture of invitation.
With that, Jiang Yubai didn't care about anything else and turned to run.
I was afraid of wasting even a second.
"The doctor will go and take a look."
Fei He didn't follow. He left a few of his guards there because he wanted to go and check out the village.
That kind of domineering village chief—you could imagine the kind of life the villagers lived with your eyes closed.
Fei He didn't follow, and started walking from house to house. His outfit was really eye-catching.
However, those few days were the "good days" for the village chief of Jiangjia Village, while most of the village was empty.
The excitement is all on the other side.
Feihe wandered around the village and saw scattered households in the corners of the village.
The doors and windows were all broken, and in some places even only half of the wall remained.
If it weren't for the elderly man with gray hair lying inside, Fei He would have thought it was an abandoned house.
The spider webs in the corner were densely packed.
The air inside was also extremely polluted. When Fei He went in, the old man lying on the bed suddenly stirred.
He struggled to turn around, trying to see who it was, and choked out something unintelligible.
Fei He stepped forward and walked up to her, but the old man still couldn't turn his head.
There was soon silence under the tattered quilt, with only the slight rise and fall of the old man's breathing visible.
"Grandma, the village chief is slaughtering a pig today. I snatched a bowl of meat for you. Get up and eat quickly."
A child's clear, innocent voice rang out from outside. Fei He looked around the entire room; there was nowhere for him to hide.
Helpless, Fei He could only leave the house before the child came in.
Standing by the broken window, I looked inside.
A girl who looked no more than seven or eight years old was wearing an oversized robe, without any trousers; the robe was so big that she wore it as a dress.
They carefully protected the bowl of "meat" and walked to the old man lying on the bed.
"Grandma's eating! Today we have meat and rice with vegetables, it smells so good!"
As the child spoke, he stared at the bowl with only two thin slices of meat on top and half a bowl of brown rice underneath, swallowing hard.
After swallowing his saliva with difficulty, the child put the bowl aside and helped the elderly man on the bed, who could no longer see clearly, to turn over.
He sat up on the bed and used chopsticks to put meat into the old man's mouth.
Although the old man could neither see people nor objects clearly, he refused to open his mouth, keeping it closed and mumbling that he wouldn't eat.
The child patiently urged, "Grandma, eat quickly. If you finish eating, I can go help and get another bowl of rice. There are a lot of people at the village chief's house today because of the pig slaughter."
The child kept repeating that it was about killing a pig, but didn't say a word about why the pig was killed.
The old man was quite old, and he must have grown up in this village, never having left it his entire life.
She knew the people in the village better than the children, and her tightly closed eyes grew increasingly red until her sunken eye sockets could no longer hold back her tears.
The murky tears finally flowed down.
The old man reached out to push away the chopsticks the child was holding, which were picking up meat.
The grandfather and grandson were pushing each other away over a piece of meat so thin that light could pass through it, while the system cried its eyes out.
Luckily, there was no one in the yard, otherwise, if someone saw it, they might think something was wrong.
The system wiped away its tears, wanting to see if anyone had noticed it secretly crying, when it turned its head and saw the host's serious eyes, staring at the panel without saying a word.
The system was so frightened that it trembled violently, and its flesh shook.
"You'd better not go out casually from here, or I'm afraid you'll be captured like a pig."
These words were clearly meant to comfort the system, since given the system's skills, if they were really going to clash, it would definitely not be the system that would be crying for help.
The screen was truly heartbreaking. The system kept telling itself that this was the background of the world.
These are all things that were bound to happen, and you can't compare this to the world the host transmigrated to.
Even in the world the host transmigrated to, many people were starving and poorly clothed.
What's good is never the era, but the country the host once lived in. It was the people and their faith that created such a great country where everyone could eat their fill and stay warm, and where everyone could live a good life as long as they worked hard.
The screen continued to display content, but the system had lost interest in watching it.
It stared at its host, the puppy's brow furrowed like a crumpled piece of white paper, and even after Liang Chongyue unfolded and smoothed it out, the marks remained.
"What's there to worry about? I've always been a pragmatist."
Liang Chongyue knew exactly where she was. In her previous life, she was born in the best country, but not in a good family.
She has managed to carve out her own path, having already braved countless trials and tribulations in this life. She is no longer the child who would feel sad and empathetic when she saw others struggling.
She will implement better new policies; the lure of money will surely attract brave men, even if it results in many unnecessary expenses.
As the saying goes, money comes from the people and should return to the people.
If Liang Chongyue is going to do something, he'll be the most unconventional emperor in the world.
Liang Chongyue did not get up from the recliner, but instead opened the panel and began to write.
This new imperial edict can only be seen by the system; it is an edict intended for Minglang to see only.
Liang Chongyue briefly wrote down the standards for the new policy, leaving ample room for improvement.
At the end of the imperial edict, Liang Chongyue wrote: "Your new life lesson: If you succeed, the political achievements are yours; if you fail, I will bear the infamy."
After Liang Chongyue finished writing, he sent it directly to Minglang.
Minglang had just woken up when she opened her eyes and saw the kitten sitting on the head of her bed, its beautiful eyes curved in the corner.
It's obvious he was holding back a fart.
Minglang sat up in bed. There was no one around to serve him. Before Minglang could speak, the kitten brought up the control panel.
Minglang carefully examined the words left by her mother on the black and gold panel that she always marveled at every time she saw it.
On his first read, Minglang only skimmed through it once, until he saw the last words left by his mother.
Minglang stretched on the bed and began to read it word by word, mainly because his mother had written so much.
This was the first time she had ever encountered something sent to her by her mother, and she had to reach out and swipe to see it herself.
The novelty wore off quickly.
After she clearly saw what was written on it, the person who wanted to benefit the people did not smile.
His bright face instantly turned serious. He threw off the covers and got out of bed, shouting to the people waiting outside, "Summon Jiang Jiaoyun, Li Xianqing, Xue Wan, and Xiang Ke to the palace."