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Chapter 199
Rooster?
Lin Shu: "?"
There was a cock cry in his soul?
Lin Shu thought it was an illusion and continued to put feathers in the mound.
"grumble--!"
Lin Shu: "?"
This time he heard it clearly, whether it was a chicken barking or a chicken cub barking.
He took out the bird feather and repeated the action of putting it in the mound.
Put in, take out, put in, take out.
The cry of the chicken cub changed from a frightened "叽——", gradually weakened, and finally turned into an imploring "chirp".
This "tweet" reminded Lin Shu of the fluffy chicken cub in his dream last night.
He looked at this feather, and an outrageous guess appeared in his heart.
Behind this feather is actually a chicken cub.
In other words, Xiao Shao left him a cub besides being ashamed?
He can't accept it and doesn't want to accept it.
He is only 21 years old and should not be the father of four children.
Just thinking about it, in the soul, the chicken cub chuckled weakly again.
alright.
Lin Shu put the feather aside, took out Xiao Shao's bamboo flute, buried it in, and sealed the soil.
In a blink of an eye, saw a vicious look of worthy of a cloud of blood enveloping the feathers, as if to swallow it.
Just as he wanted to stop it, he saw a golden-red luster on the feathers, and he burned his worth.
Ashamed, angrily retracted his hand.
Okay.
You two can hurt each other.
Lin Shu took the feathers back from the hands of the unashamed.
There was a flattering "chew" from the soul.
Lin Shu studied this hair.
It's Phoenix Feather.
But the thing he saw in his dream was indeed a real chicken cub, without a phoenix sign.
He gathered his feathers and decided to watch the changes.
After dealing with the chicken feathers, the focus shifted to the unashamed body.
First pinched Yingying, and then tried to stifle the feathers, which shows his bad temperament.
It is worthwhile to only look at him with a pair of evil eyes.
Lin Shu was exhausted physically and mentally, pressing his eyebrows, planning to find the pungent aunt in the market and learn the techniques of reprimanding others.
After finally getting dark, he sat on the bed without any shame and rubbed his eyes.
The child is still young, and Lin Shu doesn’t care about things in the daytime. He tells himself in his heart that the country is easy to change, and the nature is hard to change. This bad personality is not a clear fault. It has to be traced back to the first craftsman Ou Yezi .
By the way: "Go to sleep."
Worthy of all rubbing his eyes again: "I can't sleep."
Lin Shu: "Why."
It is worthwhile to look at him directly, with a little provocation in his tone: "I usually sleep with Phoenix."
also.
Lin Shu took out Xiao Shao's black feather cloak and wrapped him.
He was worthy of being buried in the feathers of Yuclo, and it seemed to squint his eyes, but then smiled strangely: "I am a Phoenix sword, and I can't sleep yet. You don’t have a Taoist companion, but you still have the mood to urge me to sleep. Sure enough, it's unreasonable."
Lin Shu blew out the candle and said blankly, "Because I am your father."
His words were so stiff, but the ending was dumb, and his heart was as painful as a blunt knife was cut. He sat on the side of the bed without moving for a long time.
The collapse of people is actually instantaneous.
After Xiao Shao left, he seemed to have become two people.
One as if nothing happened, empty and silent, everything is alive as usual,
Only when the memory of Xiao Shao flashed back in his mind, the whole world was torn apart in an instant, bloody, and the wind was cold, blowing directly into the internal organs, but he had nowhere to escape.
don't know how long it took, and he pulled his sleeve worthy.
Lin Shu turned his head.
It is worthwhile to put the feather cloak on him again, and then he drew into the quilt silently, and lay down with his back to him.
After a long while, listening to him: "I didn't mean to."
Looking at the moonlight, Lin Shu folded the feather cloak and put it on the head of the bed, "It's okay."
Worthy of not speaking.
Lin Shu lay down and looked at the tiny ball curled up on the edge of the bed. He sighed softly, and finally leaned over there, reaching out to gently embrace the little thing.
It took a long time for the body to be unashamed to relax.
Lin Shu didn't fall asleep, or perhaps he didn't want to sleep subconsciously.
In the middle of the waking night, a distant and strange sound suddenly sounded in the distance, like a wave hitting the eardrum.
He opened his eyes and looked out the window, feeling the ground beneath him trembling slightly and fleetingly.
It is worthwhile to open his eyes.
He looked at Lin Shu and said two words: "Spring flood."
Lin Shu: "Then?"
With a worthy grin, the blood-red eyes seemed to have a dim light: "On the way you came, across the Yangtze River, wasn't it raining?"
Spring flood, heavy rain.
Chunhong.
Flooding.
Worthy of rubbing his eyes, he seemed to want to fall asleep again, but he still said to him: "The dam has collapsed, it's too late."
Lin Shu frowned: "Why do you know?"
Worryingly said: "A thousand years ago, I was buried in Jiangnan."
Lin Shu: "How to solve?"
Worthy of all seemed to smile and said, "What do you do with me."
Lin Shu looked at the side face with no shame.
He is very small, six or seven years old.
But Lin Shushi finally discovered today that Worthy is not like Yingying, a child who is ignorant and ignorant.
The ancient demon soldiers were tempered by the blood shed by the people in the fourteen states of the world. They have been buried in mass graves for many years. don't know how much blood they have seen and how many lives they have killed. The worldview is indeed different from ordinary people.
No words for a night.
He was right.
The flooding of the Yangtze River is a fierce situation unprecedented in a thousand years, affecting six states, trapping hundreds of thousands of people, and making the state unstable.
In the national capital, Xiao Lingyang and Xiao Xuan panicked.
Xiao Lingyang was originally a duck who was caught on the shelf. The routine operation of amnesty tax reduction or exemption would not show his cowardice. To properly relieve the disaster, it would make him difficult.
And even though Xie Zishe had extraordinary strategic talents, he couldn't bear the deficit of the treasury.
After so many years of military warfare, Southern Xia is not rich, North Xia is also stretched, and now the two merge, it is even more poor.
The continuous rain began to patter.
The rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River is in April and May of each year, but now it has just stepped into March, and it seems that there is no time to stop.
Without adequate protection, all the grain in the warehouse will become moldy and deteriorate under moisture infestation. However, the corpses of the tens of thousands of people and hundreds of thousands of livestock who were drowned directly along the river could not be treated, and the plague came immediately.
To make matters worse, nothing more.
Jiangnan is in danger.
The peach blossoms on the mountain were blown off by rain and wind overnight, and the ground was withered and red, and the mountain roads were covered.
The waves were still rough and the boats could not cross. The right prime minister and his party responsible for the relief of the victims could not cross the other side. They had to go further upstream, passing the cliff and the iron trestle, which took a long time.
The two younger brothers in Guodu remembered that he was in the south of the Yangtze River, so they passed the book to Lingge and asked him to join the Tu Longwei dispatched by the Guodu to take charge of the disaster on the South Bank.
So he went out of Bingzhou and went to the four coastal states.
Someone in Tu Longwei recognized him and saluted: "Young Master Lin."
Lin Shu and them saw the ceremony, so they went along the Yangtze River.
After climbing the highest mountain here, he looked down below.
The torrential rain has not stopped, and the fertile water villages in the past have all turned into swamps. Whether it was pavilions, towers, or cottages, all of them were washed down by the flood.
The corpse was left in the mud, or floated on the water, as far as the eye could see, the creatures were covered with charcoal, and the sorrow was everywhere.
Overnight, there were at least one hundred thousand dead and injured. Jiangnan was also badly injured, and don't know when he can recover. After the merger of South and North Xia, the peaceful atmosphere that had only appeared, suddenly disappeared.
Behind him, Tu Longwei exchanged information and compiled the disaster situation of each province and county into a book.
Lin Shu held an umbrella and stood in the wind. Suddenly someone in Tu Longwei who was talking said: "You can stop killing people, but God can't stop them."
They were silent.
The wind suddenly rose.
A broken plank floated on the surface of the river, which was rushed down by the water. On the broken plank there was a naked man, clutching something with difficulty and trying to lean to the shore.
There are thousands of people like him on this land, struggling to survive like ants, some of them have found them, some have not.
**It can be peaceable, and the heavens will prevent disasters, and the will of heaven is like a knife, just like this.
In silence, Lin Shu suddenly thought.
Xiao Shao is dead.
What he did has made the whole world gradually get better.
But overnight, like a dream bubble, the situation was recurring and terrible.
The people seek survival, the court seeks governance, the cultivator seeks longevity, no one is struggling.
However, heaven and earth are ruthless after all.
Human beings live for a lifetime, plants and trees are in autumn, and the world is impermanent. People in this world have tried their best to achieve little effect.
Life is accidental, but death is inevitable. Rebirth is short-lived, and everything is dead.
He suddenly remembered a word.
There is permanence in the sky, not for Yao...not for death.
His memory suddenly became clear, and he remembered that the title page of "Sauvignon Blanc", which had been vaguely remembered for years, contained such a passage.
There is permanence in the sky, not for the Yao to survive, not to perish, nor to understand this way, nor to understand the overwhelming emotions.
He then remembered the "sullen **" he had realized under the distress of thoughts that day.
The moves of "Sauvignon Blanc" end here, what will it be after sadly **?
Aware of the impermanence of the world, all things will eventually disappear, the seven emotions will be wiped out, and then completely silent and empty?
——Is the so-called "too great forgiving"?
Suddenly in a trance, it seems to have a clear understanding.
On Tu Longwei's side, the general situation has been understood, and the rest is to work with the officers and soldiers of various prefectures to save people.
However, it seems to be a dead end. People have been saved but cannot survive.
People who have no houses need food and shelter, clothes, and medical treatment.
Where can get the money and food needed?
Lin Shu walked among the refugees.
In hunger, countless people stretched out thin hands towards him.
In the streets and alleys, the cry of children came first, then the women, and finally the men sobbed.
Streaks of black and red air escaped from them.
This is resentment, Lin Shu is very familiar with it.
For thousands of years, the people's grievances have accumulated in this way, growing stronger and deeper.
He watched the escape of these grievances, but found that most of them were rushing in one direction.
Worthy of it.
His voice was a little cold: "What are you doing?"
Worthy: "Can't you eat it."
Lin Shu: "You eat it?"
The tip of his red tongue licked his lips, and the blood in his eyes thickened a little: "I feed on it. If you want to blame, blame Ou Yezi."
Ou Yezi was already dead, and Lin Shu naturally couldn't pursue it.
He said: "Not in the future."
Not ashamed of lack of interest: "Oh."
"Everything, we will report back to the court, Young Master Lin, it's not early, you can go back." Tu Longwei's leader said to Lin Shu.
Lin Shu watched them all day, because the imperial court's commands were so vague, they were rushing like a headless fly-if Xiao Shao were still there, the situation might be different.
If Xiao Shao is still...
Suddenly he was a little lost.
Tu Longwei said: "The son?"
"Nothing." Lin Shu replied.
After a while, he said: "You...follow me."
Tu Longwei didn't know why, but still followed him.
Lin Shu remembered that the steward of Phoenix Villa in this city was in a cloth house.
The villa claims to be descendants of the Phoenix, and likes to live in high places, so Zhuangzi has not suffered much.
In charge: "Young Master Lin."
Then I saw Lin Shuyin walking on the street in the rain with the stains on the hem of his clothes: "Do you want to change your clothes? The Zhuangzi has many clothes according to your size."
——Although it is not for this, it seems that it should be changed.
Xiao Shao likes him to wear white clothes. The lighter the material, the better, and the more ethereal the shape, the better. It is best if the breeze blows, and the sky will move like a fairy air like clouds.
Such clothes are not suitable for the present situation, and no matter how white and immortal he is, no one likes to look at him.
Lin Shu didn't choose that again, and took a smoky green robe at random, in a very simple style.
"A gentleman who speaks, is as warm as a jade." The manager smiled and held a simple peach hairpin: "Young Master Lin changed into his Tsing Yi, but he was much gentler, with some human smoke."
Lin Shu poop also changed.
After that, we talked about business.
Lin Shu's intention is simple.
The official library has no money, no cloth, no medicine.
Phoenix Villa has.
A country that is rich enough to be an enemy is not to lose its reputation.
He asked the villa to open a position and work with the government to help the victims.
The steward had hesitated at first, but after seeing the order of the Phoenix, he completely agreed.
The fireworks for the communication were lit, and the villa's business in various places opened the warehouses to help the victims.
Tu Longwei said: "Thank you son Gao Yi!"
Lin Shu didn't speak.
He looked at the people struggling down the mountain.
He may be moved with compassion, or he may not.
only knew that if Xiao Shao were here, he would do so.
Since Xiao Shao's ashes disappeared, this body has not belonged to him. Sometimes, he has to live for Xiao Shao.
He can't forget his love after all.
He can't be silent.
He just wanted a full moon night, with a warm tent and a red light.
Between the pavilions and pavilions, between the silk and bamboo orchestras, turned head and saw Ling Fengxiao, dressed in a bright red dress, covered with peonies, turning out of the splendor of the peaceful and prosperous age, and gently curled his lips with a smile.
He stayed away from the crowd all his life, loved quietness, wore white clothes and used ancient swords. Indifferent and boring, the prosperous and glamorous things that have seen and thought in life seem to lie in this.
However, the people of Sri Lanka are dead, and the trace is hard to find. If we meet in Huangquan in the future, we can listen to him about the Chengping prosperous age on the ground. Thinking of that scene seems to be enough to comfort her loneliness.
He was thinking that Tu Longwei over there took the order from the capital again. Because of his lack of understanding of the local situation, he contradicted the previous order, making the leader very big.
Lin Shu couldn't help but smile when he saw his head as big as a fight, scratching his head in a dilemma.
Arrangement of various matters is actually not too difficult.
He saw a lot of Xiao Shao's response when he was in danger. On the other hand, he was consciously organized.
The phoenix in his hand is flowing with vermilion luster.
Those who see this order, in Phoenix Villa, are like the owner's personal visit, and in the dynasty, like the emperor's personal visit.
Patter.
He placed the token on the table, tapped it with his fingertips, and turned it towards the leader of Tu Longwei.
Looking down at the phoenix pattern on the token, he said softly: "Tulong listens to the order."