Jun Jiuling

Liu'er left Zhangqing Mountain overnight with a group of guards, and returned bustlingly when the dusk fell the next day.

Horse-drawn carriages lined up at the entrance of the village, and a dozen guys were busy tearing off the tarpaulins covering them.

Hearing that the lively villagers gathered in twos and threes, the adults stood at a distance and looked curiously, while the children couldn't help but get closer.

"Come here." Liu'er jumped out of the car, holding up two big paper bags with a bit of pride, "Eat candied fruit."

The children backed away in fright when they saw her stretch out her hand.

"Candied fruit, the most famous one in Qingyuan Mansion." Liu'er said, took out the candied fruit from the paper bag and threw it into her mouth, then curled her lips, "Of course, this product is not as good as the one in the capital."

Children are children after all, looking at the candied fruit can't help swallowing.

"I've seen it. I saw it when I went to the city with my second uncle." A child said, putting his finger in his mouth and sucking it.

I've only seen it, but never eaten it.

I can't even eat enough, where can I have snacks.

The candied fruit is said to be very sweet, sweeter than sweet grass roots dug from the ground.

Liu'er approached them with a bit of pride, and handed over another unopened paper bag.

"Here, eat," she said.

As if losing control, the child standing at the front reached out to take it, until he got the paper bag, he was still dreaming.

How did I get it here?

Liu'er has already picked one out of them and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Eat." She giggled.

With the entrance of the first person's candied fruit, the other children couldn't bear it anymore and rushed forward.

Children, big and small, grabbed the candied fruit, stuffed it into their mouths, and happily ran towards their families.

"Father, try it."

"Mother, it's candied fruit."

"Grandpa, have you eaten?"

The children's jokes and the reserved concessions of the adults made the entrance of the village more lively.

A pack of candied fruit could cause such a commotion, and Miss Jun felt sad watching from the sidelines.

"These candied fruit are nothing." Liu'er continued showing off, pointing to the chariots and horses behind her, "I bought everything, the best rice noodles, oil, sweet, salt, vinegar, meat, vegetables and fish in Qingyuan Prefecture, and also After ordering, fresh vegetables, meat and fish will be delivered from Fucheng every seven days, and ten grocery stores will also deliver groceries here every seven days, for food, drink, play, whatever you want."

With the candied fruit they had just received, the children were more relaxed and boldly circled the carts and horses to look at the goods on them, and the adults couldn't help but move closer and point them.

"What are you doing?" A voice came from behind.

The adults backed away immediately, and the children stopped talking and laughing, and all looked behind. Xia Yong and his wife came over.

"Second Uncle Xia." Miss Jun stepped forward and said, "I have someone bring some rice for food, how do you think it will be distributed to everyone?"

Xia Yong's expression was heavy, while Xia Yong's wife gave her a grateful look, but did not speak.

"Miss Jun, you can use your rice for yourself." Xia Yong said, "We can't divide it."

Sure enough, I still didn't accept it.

Hearing his words, the children who were still holding the candied fruit suddenly put the candied fruit back into the paper bag, and the child holding the paper bag also ran to Liu'er and stuffed the paper bag to her.

"Hey!" Liu'er only had time to shout, and the child ran away like a rabbit.

All the villagers and children backed away and moved in unison.

"What are you doing? You don't want what you have to eat." Liu'er said angrily, "Do you want to eat bran pancakes?"

No one spoke or stepped forward, and their eyes no longer even looked at the goods on the carts and horses.

"Second Uncle Xia, you all know that I have no malicious intentions." Miss Jun said, "I just want to do something, and I happen to be able to do it."

Xia Yong nodded and wanted to say something, but Mrs. Xia spoke first.

"Miss Jun, we all understand your intentions." She said sincerely, "It's just that we also hope that you can understand our intentions."

Her eyes were a little red. She looked at Miss Jun and shook her head slowly.

"Why did you do this? You know it in your heart, and we know it in your heart. I'm sorry, but we don't accept it."

It is not her goodwill that is not accepted, but the person on whom her goodwill is based.

This shouldn't be the reason, but she understands that many things don't need reason.

Miss Jun was silent. Xia Yong and his wife saluted her and turned to leave. The villagers immediately dispersed without hesitation. In a blink of an eye, they were the only ones left at the entrance of the village.

Although there are many chariots and horses, it still looks lonely and awkward.

"I really don't know what to do!" Liu'er said angrily, staring and stomping her feet.

Miss Jun glanced at her, Liu'er stuck out her tongue and shrank her head, not daring to speak.

"Put it away first." Miss Jun said to Lei Zhonglian.

Lei Zhonglian responded yes.

"Then can we eat tonight?" Liu Er asked eagerly.

Seeing Liu er's pitiful look, Miss Jun smiled again.

Some people have never experienced hardships and do not need to suffer. This is not a shameful thing, and some people do not want to suffer but can persist in suffering for the sake of faith. This is not a shameful thing.

She nodded, Liu'er raised her hands and cheered happily.

The night shrouded the mountain village, and the mountain village fell into darkness at night. There was not enough oil to eat, and lamp oil was even more extravagant. There was only one courtyard in the whole village that was lit, and that was naturally Miss Jun's residence. Not only the house was lit, but also the courtyard There are also burning torches and hanging lanterns.

These are newly added today, and they look like stars shining brightly in the night, which allows people standing on the mountain to see this place more clearly than during the day.

"Niu Niu."

A call came from the night, and the figure standing on the mountain road immediately turned around and hummed.

The house here is not lit, and a figure can be vaguely seen standing at the door of the house.

"It's time to sleep." The woman said softly.

The girl walked over again with a humming sound, and she stopped in front of the woman.

"What's wrong?" the woman asked, stroking her head.

The girl's eyes are shining in the night.

"How old was my father when I left?" She asked suddenly.

The woman's hand paused slightly.

"Three years old." She said softly.

The girl said oh.

"Too young to remember anything," she said.

I don't even know what that man looks like, and I don't have the memory of the deep love between father and daughter.

"It's nothing, there are so many things I can't remember or forget." The woman said softly, holding her daughter's shoulders, "People always look forward."

The girl followed her into the house without saying a word, the door was closed, and the mountain fell into complete silence.

In the early morning light, Miss Jun stopped on the mountain road. She looked up at the front and looked down at the letter she was holding.

Difficult.

This is really embarrassing for these people.

Miss Jun simply sat down on the mountain road, leaning on her chin and lost in thought.

So what to do?

"Ho!"

A long shout came from down the mountain.

Miss Jun looked subconsciously. The villagers here got up early to work. Sitting at a high position, they could see people scattered on the hillside in the field.

There are old people, women and children.

The drinking stopped, and then there was another sound of clappers.

Why knock on the clapper? A thought flashed across Miss Jun's mind, and her eyes widened immediately. All the working people in her sight suddenly waved the farm tools in their hands.

"ha!"

From all directions, far and near, high and low, old, weak and immature shouts sounded at the same time.

The clapper rang again.

The man raised the hoe and swung it hard, the sickle in the child's hand stably slashed horizontally, and the woman stomped her feet and pushed the basket out in front of her.

"ha!"

The voices came out again in unison, scattered and gathered again.

Is this... labor?

This is clearly...Xi Zhan.

Miss Jun just felt numb all over.

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