Accidentally bent the hero [Transmigration Book]

Liang Duan's face was blushing, and he glanced coldly at the accompanying attendants. The attendants were very winking, and immediately looked into the distance, pretending that they couldn't see or hear anything.

Liang Duan sighed, with a great self-sacrificing look on his face.

He leaned against Zhong Xue's back, lowered his head and kissed him, and whispered, "Satisfied now?"

Zhong Xue nodded face-to-face, and burst into laughter in her heart, what is this person pretending to be in his head?Can't you tell that you just deliberately teased him? It's really a kiss.

But... Zhong Xue touched her lips and smiled. Brother Duan's mouth really looks like honey, just touching it makes it sweet.

The streets of Lingnan City are very desolate, and the bottom half of many buildings are in a bad state. It seems that they have been soaked in water for too long.

There used to be a large square in the center of Lingnan City with a stone statue of Confucius on it, but when the Huaihe River broke its embankment, the head was washed away. The seat is still there, with the floor bunks scattered all over it, and some families live by the river, and when the water comes, the people who directly wash up the roof of the thatched hut less than ten feet high sleep on it at night.

For convenience, the porridge shop is built around the stone seat.

When Liang Duan came to Lingnan in a hurry, he didn't bring much cash with him. The money for rice and grain transferred from other places was allotted by Father Zhong.

The Zhong family's business spread all over Dazhou, and there are many shops of their family in the nearby cities that were not affected by the disaster, so cash is not a problem.

"This...is all my father's money?" Zhong Xue pointed to the porridge sheds with the four characters "Zhong's House" written on them in surprise.

Liang Duan raised his eyebrows: "That's right, it's all from Yue Zhang."

Liang Duan walked to the back of a porridge shed, took out a bowl, and pointed to the big red color "bell" on the bowl: "The bowl was also donated by my father-in-law."

Zhong Xue looked at these grain bags, bamboo baskets, bowls and chopsticks with Zhong's logo on them, and even the big iron pot for cooking porridge had a big clock written in broken gold: "Fuck, my father is so rich!"

Originally, Zhong Xue only knew that Papa Zhong was as rich as an enemy, but she had no idea about this adjective until today.

The quilts are being distributed next to the porridge shop, no doubt they were also made by Mr. Zhong.

only……

"My father is really pervasive, and he never misses any opportunity to promote his store." Zhong Xue looked at the festive red "clock" on the table with her arms in her arms.

Father Zhong was rich, and he didn't pick it up. He also had a desire to serve the country with iron and blood, but when the emperor collected taxes from merchants for disaster relief, he really didn't spend much.

He doesn't mix in the officialdom, but Mr. Zhong still knows the virtues of some officials in Dazhou. The money is handed over to the emperor, and then the emperor allocates it, and puts it in Lingnan one by one. It's good to keep half of it. The difference in price was too insane, Father Zhong didn't want to spend money to feed those guys.

Ever since he reached a long-term relationship with Liang Duan as a son-in-law, Mr. Zhong greeted all the merchants around Lingnan who could use it, so that Liang Duan could arrange it at will. Liang Duan will not be made difficult in the matter of disaster relief money.

But to be honest, Liang Duan is not short of money, but his money is either in the capital or in southern Xinjiang, which is too far away and takes too much effort to spend.

Liang Duan smiled: "Not only that, half of the money for rebuilding dams and building construction in Lingnan is also from Yue Zhang."

As soon as the words fell, the prefect was wearing a coarse cloth shirt, and was escorted by two family generals brought by Liang Duan.

After the prefect was fished out of the water, Liang Duan ordered his house to be ransacked with solid evidence that he embezzled the disaster money, and acted vigorously.There were also a few local officials, who seized a large amount of gold and silver from their homes and confiscated them all. This was the source of the other half of the money for building the embankment.

As for these officials, they should have been escorted back to Beijing to wait for their release, but now the capital has become a mess because of the emperor's recognition of Xie Xuan. No matter whether it is the emperor or anyone else, they have no time to care about these things. Liang Duan saved the lives of these people and sent them to repair the dam.

The porridge shed was too busy today, so the prefect was transferred to help.

When the prefect saw Liang Duan, he would think of his kick that threw him into the river, and he was terrified, so he made a salute, and then was pushed to a porridge shed to set a fire.

"Brother, I heard that after the emperor recognized Xie Xuan, he also recognized you. Is it true?" Zhong Xue asked while distributing bowls to the disaster victims who lined up to receive porridge.

Liang Duan didn't make a sound, which was his default.

Zhong Xue wondered: "It shouldn't be, it's too late for the emperor to hate you...I didn't mean that, I just wanted to say it."

In the middle of speaking, Liang Duan interrupted: "You don't need to explain, I understand."

Liang Duan stared straight at him, his gaze straight: "I think I understand you, you don't have to be afraid of my misunderstanding, let alone explain everything in detail."

I believe in you, you won't harm me, even if others can, you won't, I know... Liang Duan's brows and eyes suddenly softened, the faint sunlight hit his face, his daily gloomy face was as warm as jade, elegant and elegant: "Are you trying to say that it's too late for the emperor to hate me, so why would he be willing to recognize me back? Besides, it won't do him any good to recognize me. The emperor is a mercenary person, and this kind of thing really doesn't look like his style."

Zhong Xue was a little distracted, this was the first time that Liang Duan spoke to him calmly, without harsh words or sarcasm, could it be that the Liang Duan who hadn't grown crooked back then was like this?

Liang Duan took out a bowl from Zhong Xue's hand, and handed it to the old lady who stretched her hand for a long time and saw that she was about to get sore.

"What are you thinking? Or is my guess wrong?" Liang Duan frowned, and his harsh tone brought Zhong Xue back to reality.

Zhong Xue sighed blankly, then nodded again: "Yes, your guess is correct."

Sure enough, the fierce Brother Duan was more real.

After being affirmed, Liang Duan felt complacent, and continued: "Indeed, the emperor would not do this, it seems like Xie Xuan did it."

"Xie Xuan? The emperor's recognition of you won't do him any good." After the bowl in Zhong Xue's hand was finished, the porridge servant over there had something to do, so Zhong Xue took the initiative to go over to replace him.

Liang Duan followed: "Xie Xuan did a lot of things before, did he get any benefits?"

Zhong Xue was taken aback for a moment. Indeed, Xie Xuan tampered with the emperor's secret decree and killed the nanny, and later changed King Liang's order to save Zhong Xue. He took so much effort, but he really didn't get any benefits.

Liang Duan continued: "He, hum, seems to be acting out of order, but it's actually very simple. As long as the emperor's life is not good, he is fine. So he has a reason to do anything that can make the emperor unhappy. , and will do everything in spite of everything.”

"It makes sense." Zhong Xue raised her eyebrows, smiled at Liang Duan, and stretched out her hand, "Brother, help me roll down my sleeves."

Since Xiao Liangduan reached an alliance with Zhong Xue's thigh, Zhong Xue changed his name again, for no particular reason, just because it was fun and wanted to be called.

Liang Duan's heart trembled when he was yelled at, and he stared at him for a long time. Finally, the disaster victims who were receiving the porridge couldn't look down on him, and hurriedly urged him.

"Roll up your sleeves, it's not difficult, hurry up!"

"Yes, yes, this young man looks neat, and it's the mother-in-law's fault how he rolls up his sleeves."

This group of refugees just came from surrounding villages and towns. I only heard that Prince Liang and his concubine Liang came to send charcoal to them, but they have never seen real people. elder.

They coaxed together, Liang Duan blushed.

This time the booing was even stronger.

"Hey, that's weird. We just asked you to roll up your sleeves. Why are you blushing?"

"I'm ashamed, I'm so ashamed, hahaha! They're all men, even if they take off all their clothes, they don't feel ashamed."

Zhong Xue chuckled, and just about to tell Liang Duan not to be as knowledgeable as them, Liang Duan gently grabbed his hand, rolled up his sleeves, and turned his head to the most booing victims: "I blush!" What's the matter with you!"

"Yo yo, my face is even redder! Hahaha!"

All of a sudden, there was a mess around the porridge shed, but inexplicably relaxed laughter.

Liang Duan's scalp was hot and swollen: "Don't laugh! Do you want to eat? If you don't eat, go back to sleep and go to work on the embankment. Anyway, don't watch the fun here."

Zhong Xue put her hands on Liang Duan's chest, and smiled at the victims: "Okay, everyone, stop making trouble. If you make trouble with my husband, you will eat people."

Lingnan people are open-minded, and they are not surprised when men and women get married. Hearing this, they all open their mouths and make an exaggerated oh~~~, cadenced.

The victims lined up in front of the big iron pot in a line that couldn't be straightened, with smiles on their tired faces. When a scrawny young man came over, Liang Duan glanced at him, and looked at him from the bamboo next to him. He took an extra steamed bun from the basket and gave it to him.

The young man thanked him gratefully, but Liang Duan stopped him impatiently before he finished releasing his emotions: "I have no other intentions, I'm just afraid that you will be too thin and hurt others at night."

The new houses have not yet been built, and the victims have nowhere to resettle. Many people sleep next to each other on a bunk.

Zhong Xue took out a candy from her arms and handed it to the boy: "He's talking nonsense, don't worry about it."

The boy timidly took the candy, put it into the small pouch with several patches sewn on his waist like a baby, pinched the soft white steamed buns in one hand, and ran away with the porridge bowl in the other.

There were only two people left behind the young man, and the porridge in the pot had bottomed out. After all the distribution, Zhong Xue's neck was sore and her waist hurt. After all, last night was too intense and she hadn't rested yet.

Zhong Xue stretched out her hands and rubbed her lower back, and pressed the back of her neck and twisted her neck around, the bones cracked a few times.

At this moment, a slender hand pressed down on his lower abdomen, and the other hand slid down from his shoulder, and slowly slipped into Zhong Xue's skirt.

"Big brother, in broad daylight, is it appropriate for you to touch me like this?" Zhong Xue raised her eyebrows, her voice was coquettish, and she almost couldn't hold back her laughter.

"You think too much." Liang Duan said lightly.

Liang Duan fumbled inside Zhong Xue's skirt, and took out a small handful of candies: "You have a toothache, so you can't eat more."

As he said that, Liang Duan stuffed the small handful of candy into a small pouch and hung it on his body: "Whenever you get hungry, ask me for it, and I will decide whether to give it or not."

"Hey! Don't be so serious, just a few candies, it's not that scary." Just as Zhong Xue was about to turn around to reason with him, she was pinched on the waist. It didn't hurt, but it was very embarrassing.

"Punish you." Liang Duan leaned into his ear and said harshly.

"What are you two doing? It's not hot when you're so close together?" Zhou Dachun ate steamed buns with pickles, pointed to the hot sun above his head, leaned on a porridge shed pillar and said blankly to the two.

The author has something to say:

Thank you little angel "33 Siwu", irrigation nutrient solution +7

There is also the little angel "Chu Qiao, I love you, Joe", irrigation nutrient solution +20

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