The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

Wen Jue opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word for a while, Wang Ergou waited for a while but didn't get an answer, and became drowsy again.

Wen Jue raised his hand and patted Wang Ergou's back lightly, saying, "Go to sleep."

This time, he didn't pretend to be his voice anymore. The confused Wang Ergou felt that the voice was familiar, but at this moment, Talian fell into a coma again in a blink of an eye.

When he woke up again, it was already noon the next day. Wang Ergou opened his eyes. The room was clean and tidy. Ergou thought that everything that happened last night was just a nightmare for him.

But the pain from the wound on his body clearly told him that everything was true.

Recalling all that happened last night in his mind, the child unconsciously raised his hand to grab his chest, he sniffed, and his eyes turned red again.

When Wang Ergou was brought back last night, the child had a high fever. Wen Jue arranged him in an inn and invited a doctor to treat him. After the doctor left, it was dawn and Wen Jue took care of Wang Ergou for a while. Seeing that he didn't intend to wake up, he went back to the government office to deal with a bunch of follow-up affairs.

Xie Lingshuang had already transported all the silver and food from the mountain back. After checking, some of it was indeed the money for the disaster relief, and the other part was obtained from operating the saltpeter mine on the mountain.

After a period of severe torture, Mr. Liu and the several stewards who were arrested in the mine recruited them all. If it wasn't for Jiang Jin'an's sake, the silver and sex would have to be transported to the capital.

As for who will fall into the hands in the end, they don't know, but judging from Yin Hongli's previous performance, these are probably his influence.

These checks are relatively simple. What is more troublesome is the identification of the refugees who died in the mine and the recovery of their bodies.

Heavy and high-intensity work, long-term lack of reasonable nutritional supplements for the body, coupled with merciless beatings by the supervisors, dead people are common, and those who died were directly thrown into a place by those supervisors In the mountain depression, I didn't even bother to wrap it with straw mats or the like. In this hot summer, the corpses were decomposed to varying degrees according to the length of time they were thrown.

In ancient times, there was no such thing as DNA identification. The clothes and accessories on the refugees almost became the only barrier to identify their identities.

After Wen Jue asked someone to release the news, it didn't take long for many people who identified the corpses to arrive at the gate of the government office. A few of the dead were lucky enough to be recognized by their relatives, and some corpses were on display since the morning. noon.

Wen Jue watched those shabby-dressed people dragging their relatives on a cart and walking away step by step. The sound of crying and howling resounded throughout the long street, and the feeling of depression in the chest reappeared in his heart.

He turned around and went back to the government office. There was also crying in the backyard, the cry of a child.

Wen Jue squatted at the door for a while, pushed the door and walked in. Inside the room, Jiang Jinan was holding a corpse and crying as if he was about to die.

The person lying on the bed was thin and thin, and the long gown on his body was torn and torn by the tip of the whip and knife, and was also soaked in blood, so the original color could no longer be seen.

That face was very pale, there was a big bruise on the left side of the face, and it was stained with mud and blood, but even so, it couldn't be regarded as handsome.

This man was Jiang Jinan's father, who was beaten to death by those people as a tool to vent their anger after Jiang Jinan escaped.

Wen Jue comforted Jiang Jin'an, it was noon, he changed his clothes, and went out out of sight of everyone.

The inn that Wen Jue arranged for Wang Ergou was more than 300 meters away from the government office.

His indestructibility skill has now reached the fourth level, to the point where he comes and goes almost without a trace. Wen Jue rushed to the inn like a gust of wind, appeared in a hidden corner nearby, and then left like an ordinary guest go in.

He pushed open the door, and what he saw was the child sitting on the bed, clutching his chest tightly, breathing heavily with his long lips, looking in extreme pain.

Wen Jue was startled, and walked over in three steps at a time, held Wang Ergou's thin shoulders, and asked, "What's the matter, why is it uncomfortable?"

Wang Ergou was stunned when he heard the words, and after a while, he slowly raised his head, just like last night, he stared blankly at Wen Jue for a while.

Only this time, what he said was not "who are you", but an affirmative but seemingly uncertain "it is you."

Wen Jue felt a little uncomfortable when he heard his hoarse voice.

He nodded, and then reached out to touch Wang Ergou's head. The temperature on the child's body had already dropped, and he no longer had a fever.

Wen Jue then asked, "Are you hungry?"

Wang Ergou's mind was in a mess. He heard his words, but he couldn't convert the specific meaning for a long time.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Wen Jue said again: "I'll ask someone to bring some food up."

Wang Ergou still didn't respond, his sluggish appearance seemed to have broken his soul.

Wen Jue went out and came back not long after. Several servants came in with five or six buckets of hot water, poured them into a large wooden bucket, and put a set of clean clothes aside.

When the people went out, Wen Jue said to Wang Ergou, "Will you wash it?"

Wang Ergou looked at the water, his eyeballs moved for a while, but there was no movement in the next second.

Seeing this, Wen Jue simply hugged him up.

He put Wang Ergou on the ground, but as soon as he let go, the child slid on the ground, as if he had lost his bones.

Wen Jue said several times that it didn't work, so he had to support his arm with one hand and undress him with the other hand. After taking off Wang Ergou's whole body, Wen Jue checked him from top to bottom, and found that all but Apart from some bruises, there were no sword wounds, so he took his arm and threw the child into the tub with confidence.

Wang Ergou didn't resist either, he was quiet like a puppet, letting Wen Jue scrub him.

The kid hasn't taken a bath for some time, and the sweat and mud rubbed off his body can be squeezed into a pot of eye-stretching pills. After washing his body, Wen Jue brushed his chicken coop-like hair loose, and patted it. I took two soap locusts and scrubbed for a long time, and when I got the person out, the water had turned black.

Wen Jue called the buddy, changed the bucket of water again, and washed the water muddy again.

So again and again, when Wen Jue was about to call the buddy for the fourth time, the child suddenly reached out and pulled Wen Jue's sleeve rolled up to the elbow.

Wen Jue was taken aback for a moment, then stopped talking and turned around.

"What's wrong?" Wen Jue's tone was gentle and normal, but God knew how excited he was.

The kid seemed to be responding a bit.

Wang Ergou said: "I've washed it, don't wash it again, it's a waste!"

Wen Jue: "..." Feelings are the water that pulls the child out of the autistic sadness.

"It rained last night, it rained heavily all night, and the drought has been relieved." Wen Jue said, looking towards the direction of the window, only to find a gorgeous rainbow hanging on the far horizon, Wen Jue looked Looking at the scenery, the heavy heart suddenly became a little more relaxed.

Wang Ergou rolled his eyes, thinking that when he just woke up, he heard the cheers from the street. It must be people's celebration because of the heavy rain, but it rained, but Grandpa couldn't see it anymore!

Thinking of this, his tears fell uncontrollably.

Although Wen Jue couldn't guess what he was thinking, he knew why he was sad. He stretched out his hand and pulled the dry towel on the screen, wiped off the water droplets on the child, and then shook it off for the boy to buy. The clothes were worn by Wang Ergou one by one.

He had no children in his previous life, and his younger siblings were not born to the same mother. He had never taken care of such a big child, but he didn't look clumsy when he sat up on these things.

After dressing Wang Ergou, Wen Jue pulled him to sit down at the table, and then began to brush his hair. The messy hair was much more pleasing to the eye after washing, but because of long-term malnutrition, it seemed It was yellow and dry, and it was very long. Wen Jue struggled with it for a long time before combing it. In the process, he even wanted to take the baby's head out of the mother's womb a few times. The long hair was cut with scissors.

However, Wen Jue didn't show that kind of irritability. From the child's point of view, his methods were even gentle, and he didn't hurt himself much during the whole process.

That kind of careful care made Wang Ergou's helpless heart suddenly find a ray of support again.

"You saved me again, why?"

Wen Jue pulled up the child's long hair and fixed it with a wooden hairpin. This ancient way of pulling hair is really strange, but even for rare things, if you do it once a day, you can become familiar with it after a long time, so Wen Jue Jue is now familiar with this job.

Wen Jue finished this series of actions and put down the wooden comb before answering Wang Ergou's question.

"Maybe it's because you are destined." Apart from this kind of answer, Wen Jue couldn't even find any reason.

But just such nonsense, the child just believed it: "Thank you!"

Wen Jue thought about it, and attributed this to the fact that ancient people were more superstitious, and seemed to like to talk about chance and fate.

The two spoke briefly, then there was a knock on the door outside, and Wen Jue said in.

After a while, a young servant came in with food, and brought out the water that Wang Ergou had used.

Wen Jue pushed the rice towards Wang Ergou: "Let's eat something first!"

Wang Ergou stared at the rice in front of him for a while, picked up his chopsticks and began to eat slowly. After a few mouthfuls, he suddenly ate faster and faster. In the end, Wen Jue felt that he didn't look like he was eating, but that he was masochistic.

"Eat slowly." Wen Jue said, trying to reach out to stop him, but suddenly stopped.

The child's mouth was still full of rice, and tears fell down.

When he realized it, he raised his elbow and wiped it randomly, but he couldn't wipe it clean.

"I, I miss grandpa!" He remembered what happened last night again. At that time, grandpa said he wanted to eat roasted sweet potatoes, so he went down the mountain to buy them. Who would have thought that the group of people came before they were baked...

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感谢在2020-08-2609:32:35~2020-08-2619:35:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 2 young rookies who have been in the pit for half a year;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of bird calls in the morning; 4 bottles of newbies who have been in the pit for half a year; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!