Miss Fortune: Is the regent ready for today?

Outside Cuizhou City, in the southern corner of Zhenjiang Village along the canal, a farmer lives in his home.

In a blink of an eye, it was already the third day after the flood subsided. The horizontal row of houses faced north and south. On the earthen couch in the innermost side room lay an unconscious young man in white. He was discovered by them on their way out of Zhenjiang Village. At that time, his clothes were hung in tatters, his hair was stained with mud, and his beautiful face was completely pale. It looked like he had choked on a lot of water, and he was on the verge of life and death.

This family was kind-hearted. The head of the family walked up to him and checked his breathing. Seeing that he was still alive, the strong man carried him on his back and ran forward recklessly. The bumpy feeling made Yu Ruyi cough up a lot of dirty water.

He ran from Zhenjiang Village to Changchuan, and then ran from Changchuan back to Zhenjiang Village after it was safe. They didn't even lose him.

There are three people in this family. The head of the family, Liu Dafu, Liu Dafu's first wife Wang Jie, and their youngest son Xiaozhe are all busy in the courtyard at the moment. Liu Dafu is holding a fan and making medicine for the young man. Wang Jie is drying the sun. There are clothes hanging on the rope, and seven-year-old Xiao Zhe is sitting on the edge of the bucket washing vegetables. It is a happy scene with the young son around his knees. But none of the three of them looked happy.

Sudden floods destroyed most of the areas along the river. If the Baqing Mountain Divine Dragon hadn't appeared three days ago to quell the natural disaster, the small thatched cottage that had been sheltering them for many years would have been flattened by the stormy waves!
Most of the people who survive in this land are hardworking and down-to-earth, earning a meager income every year by growing vegetables and picking tea. They live in a small area, and few of them have ever left Cuizhou before they died. They have been to the furthest places, at most. In the heart of Cuizhou City, there is no extra money for leisure activities, so they usually rush back to the villages of Zhenjiang immediately after doing something. As for the dirty and evil deeds among the powerful, to them, they are like clouds in the sky, half truth and half lie. , always out of reach.

Even though it was out of reach, Liu Dafu loved the storybook that storytellers loved to hold. The lives of the people in those stories can be described as vigorous and high-spirited. After talking about the imperial court, we will talk about the rivers and lakes, and after talking about the rivers and lakes, we will talk about the court. Talents and beauties, peerless swordsmen, assassins and courtesans, and infatuated generals are all vivid and vivid!

It's a pity that he has been just an ordinary farmer in this small Zhenjiang village all his life.

When Liu Dafu saw a group of people wearing imperial uniforms running to his door to inquire about the boy in white, his mind was spinning rapidly, thinking of those righteous young talents who were hunted down in the story books, who had always been honest and honest. People lied without even blinking an eye, and directly refused: "We work hard in farming, where have we seen the fugitive you caught?"

After answering this sentence, looking at the surprised faces of the officers and soldiers, he did not forget to be cool: "You people in the court are really serious. This flood is so serious. It is said that everything south of Cuizhou has been destroyed. Are you not busy with disaster relief?" How generous are you to help poor farmers like us and go door-to-door to search for fugitives?”

The guards of Antais remained silent and clasped their fists, turned around and left in formation to go to the next house.

The leader, Zhang Tou'er, retorted in his heart: We must provide disaster relief, but we must first find the Jade Little Holy Master! The national treasury is in short supply and there is no money to be made. The only person who can solve Emperor Chongwen's urgent needs is the extremely wealthy Jade Little Holy Master, okay? This strong man looks so stupid. He is always a fugitive? Is it possible that when the court is looking for people, they must be arresting fugitives? Has your brain been polluted by reading too many storybooks? If the bad-tempered Little Holy Lord Yu knew that he would become a fugitive, he would be furious!
But Zhang Tou'er would not tell Liu Dafu these words.

Liu Dafu looked at the retreating figures of the officers and soldiers, feeling complacent and doubtful at the same time.

Who is this boy in white who was rescued by them?

Those officers and soldiers all had swords, and the leader also had a token with a strange pattern hanging on his waist, which was definitely not ordinary.

Liu Dafu has been to Cuizhou City several times, but none of the officials patrolling the streets there have such a strong presence. I think this wave should be officers and soldiers coming from a larger city? But why are they looking for this young man in white?

Could it be that this flood was caused by this boy in white? That shouldn't be the case. The boy looks like a boy and a girl, and he looks kind-hearted. He can't be a heinous person who harmed half of the country, right? But as the old saying goes, people should not be judged by their appearance. Could it be that this guy is really a bad guy? No, if this guy is a bad guy, shouldn't those officers and soldiers come to him with a wanted warrant?

Listening to the subtle tone of those officers and soldiers, they didn't sound like they were looking for fugitives at all.

Yes, where can such a young fugitive be found? This guy looked like he was struggling to kill a chicken. With his thin body, Liu Dafu was afraid that he would break him if he stretched out his hand...

Even if he is a fugitive, he must be an unjust fugitive, right?
Questions were swirling in Liu Dafu's mind for two days.

Seeing that the fire burning in front of him was about to go out, Xiao Zhe reminded him in a loud voice: "Abba! Don't boil the medicine dry!"

Only then did Liu Dafu withdraw from his thoughts. He quickly turned off the fire, held the towel and picked up the lid of the medicine pot. The yellow soup was still bubbling, and an unpleasant bitter smell instantly filled his nasal cavity. It was still warm. , and suddenly the smell became even more unpleasant.

"Oops." Liu Dafu held his breath and hurriedly closed the lid of the medicine pot. He turned to look at Wang Jie who had finished drying the clothes: "Mom, can you give him medicine later? I have to go there now." Outside the village, how many homes have been destroyed by this flood? There must be a lot of things left in the river. If you encounter a living person, please help to rescue them. If you look at the gold and silver, I will pick them up secretly and give you some clothes..."

Wang Jie has a resolute character, "Even if you help me save people, don't bring them to my home! How small is our home? How can we accommodate another one? The one lying in the room doesn't know When will we wake up! Our family is already poor, and we have been hit by a natural disaster, and we don’t have enough food to feed others! You haven’t raised the money for Xiaozhe to go to private school..."

"I know! I know!" Liu Dafu pressed his temple. His wife was good at everything except nagging.

The strong man took off his coat under the sun, put it on the sunbathing rope and walked out.

There was a cough from the house of the boy in white, followed by rustling sounds. There was a wall between the courtyard and the house, and some sounds were heard very clearly. Liu Dafu stopped and turned his head to stare at the room where there was only one person. Tall wooden door.

The dazzling sunlight made Yu Ruyi unable to open his eyes. He held on to the door and found his way out. He felt dizzy and his chest ached. He could feel that his throat was burning as if he had swallowed a razor blade. His nasal cavity was also very uncomfortable, and Dry and painful.

Didn't he fight against floods with Yin Luo and others at the mouth of the river?

The flood was so terrible that the entire sky was pitch dark...

wrong! (End of chapter)