Someone is waiting to throw flowers, others are waiting to see the show, and the city gates are bustling day by day.
These things spread in Luo Yuecheng. No one cares about what is true and what is false, but there is more gossip after tea.
For Guan Yubai, he doesn't care about these trivial matters.
The new military service system proposed by him and Xiao Yi was tried out in Kailian City, Fuzhong City, Yanding City, Yongjia City, and Dengli City for two years, and since the beginning of the year, it has officially begun to implement this military-civilian integration in other cities. The military system, in the past two months, in addition to teaching Xiao Xiao Yu, Guan Yubai has been busy with the military system.
Occasionally, when he was idle, he would take Xiao Xiaoyu out, go to Shantang, watch the farmers plant the land, and see the civilians dredging and building a dam ...
In the early morning of this day, Guan Yubai and Xiao Yu went to Anxingzhuang, six miles outside the city.
Anxingzhuang is a Zhuangzi used to house veterans.
For those veterans who were injured and disabled on the battlefield and were homeless, Xiao Yi deliberately allocated silver and set up Zhuangzi and fields in several places on the outskirts of Luo Yuecheng to let them live and work in peace and contentment.
Among them, Anxingzhuang is the closest to Luo Yue City.
Guan Yubai didn't notify Zhuangzi over there. Zhuangzi's manager was almost dumbfounded when he learned that the Grand Marshal and Shisun were coming, and ran to Zhuangzi's mouth to meet him at the fastest speed.
But Zhuang Zikou was empty, and someone immediately told him that the Grand Marshal and Shisun took the doctor to Bao Lao Liu's first.
Immediately, the anxiety of the matter was agitated, and he went out of breath to Bao Lao Liu's house. It's not good that Bao Lao Liu's house, in case he shocked the noble, he can't afford it!
The matter of anxiety became more and more urgent, and I was sweating a lot, and I couldn't breathe. I finally saw Bao Laojia, and the doorway was surrounded by three people inside and outside.
"Jean ... Quickly let Jean."
As the director said, while pushing forward, he heard a milky childish voice in the room and asked with concern: "Uncle, do you still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore," said another rude male voice, flattered. After a pause, he added sincerely, "It just hurts when it's windy and rainy, and I know it's going to hurt." It's raining. "
At this time, the director finally came to the front of the crowd and stood straight outside the threshold and looked inside.
I saw a two or three-year-old boy in blue clothes sitting behind a table of eight immortals in the temple room. The boy wrinkled his poor bun face and said distressedly, "Father, it always rains in spring ..." Nabobo Doesn't it always hurt?
The boy had distress on his pretty little face, but no panic.
The director was dumbfounded, and his eyes slowly moved to Bao Lao Liu, who was sitting side by side in a restrained manner.
Bao Laoliu is an honest man in his thirties. He lost an arm and destroyed his face five years ago on the battlefield with Baiyue. A raised scar passed through the right eye and the bridge of his nose. Inches are long, the enemy's knife not only made him lose his right eye, but his appearance became horrible, let alone a child, even a lot of grown-ups were afraid.
This little Shisun was only two years old, and the manager was afraid that he would scare Xiaoshisun. Now he is at ease.
Yeah, these are their grandchildren. The Zhennan palace is the world that was killed on the battlefield. Their grandchildren are naturally different from ordinary children. The props raised their backs quite proudly and wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads with their cuffs.
Guan Yubai, who was sitting next to Xiao Xiaoyu, gently rubbed the little boy's soft hair, and then ordered the medic on standby to give Bao Lao Liu a pulse.
Taking advantage of this gap, the director hurriedly crossed the threshold and walked in.
"Have met the grandson, Marshal!" Mr. Ma paid respectfully to Guan Yubai and Xiao Yu Yu. "The young man is the manager of this Anxingzhuang."
"No need to be constrained," Guan Yu smiled at ease, "Shisun and I are just here to visit the veterans over here."
In the official language, Bai Qing's temperament is mild, but there is a hint of alienation, but as long as he is willing, it can be convincing and springing.
"Yes, Marshal." The steward answered quickly, and his stiff body relaxed a bit.
If it was said that the people in South Xinjiang were only hearing the names of the army and Guan Yubai, then the official life of Guan Yubai can be said to have been absent in South Xinjiang since Guan Yubai was officially named as the Marshal and Marshal of South Xinjiang. I don't know if anyone knows, these two months are even the storytellers of the teahouse favorite story.
Marshal came from the door, loyal to the liver, defended the country, and always remembered the veterans who retreated on the battlefield, and so did their grandsons. There is a saying, "Heroes love each other", and it is no wonder that the Marshal breaks away from that pedantic Dayu and works for them in southern Xinjiang!
In his thoughts, the manager looked at Guan Yubai and Xiao Xiaoyu's eyes brighter, his expression more diligent, and he saw the goosebumps all over.
Soon, the middle-aged medic also found Bao Lao Liu's pulse. He said that he could give Bao Lao Liu two prescriptions, one for the soup and one for the soup, which could alleviate the break in rainy weather. Pain in the arm.
After hearing that, Xiao Xiaoyu seemed relieved, and then looked at the other with some sympathy. He reached out a small meat paw and patted Lao Liu's hand and said, "Uncle, you have to drink medicine obediently! "
The little adult-like sentence said that the old man and a rough man almost burst into tears on the spot, and he was moved by a mess.
After the Bao family sat for about two teas, Kwong Yu-ba and Xiao Yu left and were led by the stewardess. They continued to go to other houses in Zhuangzi, and continued to gossip with the veterans and family members, and also talked about some battlefields. The past ...
Xiao Xiaoyu seemed to listen to the story. He could hear God and didn't seem to notice the "different" of these people. And he really didn't feel scared. Chu Xiao's father lost one arm and Chu Xiao's grandfather lost one leg, but other than that, they were no different from others.
Throughout the morning, they visited families, and time passed by. After having lunch, the director took Guan Yubai and Xiao Xiaoyu to walk around Zhuangzi, look at the houses in Zhuangzi, look at the fields cultivated by the farmers and veterans, and look at the clear fish ponds ...
Seeing this, Xiao Xiaoyu couldn't bear to leave. He squatted by the pond and watched the fish swimming down the water. Guan Yubai simply explained the fish species to him. In a word, you forget the time.
Until a loud noise came from behind, the official language Bai Xunsheng looked around, and in front of a house outside Bailaizhang, four or five people seemed to be pushing each other, one of them wearing a cyan straight middle-aged scholar thought Get on a carriage while others are trying to persuade obstruction.
The look of the matter changed slightly, and he blurted out: "Mr. Hui ..."
What can be called "Mr." must be someone who is talented in a certain area. The official language brows and asks, "Who is Mr. Hui?"
The director replied respectfully: "Mr. Hui is the private teacher in front of me ..." and the only private teacher in Fangyuan Wuli of this village.
"Yu brother, shall we go and see?" Guan Yubai bowed his head and asked Xiao Yu Xiao.
The little guy was also provoked by curiosity, and gave a fragile response, holding one of Guan Yubai's big hands and moving forward.
"Everyone, please let it go. My destiny is over." The blue-eyed Mr. Hui angrily tried to get rid of an old man.
The old man begged pitifully: "Mr. Hui, think again! You have been in this private education for seven years. Where can we find another gentleman for a while?"
"Yes, Mr. Hui, please consider again." The farmers next to me also persuaded.
"Don't say any more, I'm going to return to Jiangnan's hometown!" Mr. Hui frowned displeasingly. "Zhennan Royal Palace, the chaotic thief also! I don't want to tie up with chaotic thieves! Do you still want to force them to stay I ca n’t make it, is there any king law? !!! It ’s a wild place! "
Several people looked at each other timidly, and all flinched.
At this moment, a crisp child voice asked curiously: "Father, what is a chaotic thief?"
Immediately afterwards, another gentle and clear male voice sounded: "A chaotic thief is a person who does not follow the way of monarchs and ministers, and the way of father and son."
This question and answer could not help attracting the attention of Mr. Hui and several others, all looked around, and saw that a young Sven man was walking towards this side with a boy with red lips and white teeth.
The expression of the manager behind the two of them was very stiff, and they regretted that he hadn't sent away this Mr. Hui earlier. On the local plate of the southern Xinjiang, he actually said, what is the Zhennan Palace is a chaotic thief? !! Also in front of Marshal and Shisun! This elm head has failed to teach the child!
Xiao Xiaoyu looked up at Guan Yubai, crooked his head and asked, "Father, what is the way of monarchs?"
The official Han Baixiao smiled and explained: "The Mencius said: The way of monarchs and ministers, grace is the reward. The monarch sees the ministers as brothers and feet, then the court sees the monarchs as abdomen; the monarchs see the ministers as dogs and horses, and the courts treat the monarchs as nationals; The princes of the monarch are like soil mustard, and the princes of the monarch regard the monarch like a vengeance. "
The way of monarchs and ministers is not that "monarchs have to die!"
Between words, Guan Yubai had looked at the Mr. Hui with a light expression, however, the meaningful tone did not know whether he was talking to Xiao Xiaoyu or to Mr. Hui.
"Good!" Ma Guanshi couldn't help but praise it, did they want them to wash their necks in southern Xinjiang and wait for Emperor Dayu to put the butcher knife on his neck? !!
Xiao Xiaoyu seemed to understand, but he desperately applauded his father. Father said that, and his father was right!
Mr. Na Hui's face was flushed, and his fingers were tremblingly pointed at the official language. It took a long time for him to say, "Sophistry!"
Guan Yubai was not interested in arguing with these nerds who died of studying, turned his head to President Ma: "Send him away."
"Yes, Marshal." The pipe manager responded with a fist.
His words didn't fall, Guan Yubai had left Xiao Xiaoyu floating away, leaving a few people behind with shocked eyes and incredible voices: "This is the marshal ?!"
The only official marshal in southern Xinjiang is white? !!
Then this child is ...
Those speculative words did not reach Guan Yubai and Xiao Xiaoyu's ears, and then Guan Yubai took Xiao Xiaoyu back to Luo Yuecheng's return.
Jin Cancan's sunshine and the regular bumps awakened Xiao Xiaoyu's dormant bug, his eyelids have begun to sink, and he yawned lazily in the arms of his righteous father.
After a while, they entered the city from the north gate of Luo Yue City, and then slowed down.
Guan Yubai looked down at the little guy in his arms and said with a smile: "Yu brother, you are almost home."
At this moment, the second floor of Fengyun Tea House on their left was suddenly moving. After a few half-opened windows, colorful flowers were sprinkled from the elegant seat on the second floor, forming a flower rain. The words fell freely, one after another ...
Suddenly, many passers-by stopped to stop, and it also attracted the little guy. He was instantly energetic and shouted, "Huahua!"
Even if the passers-by did not know the identity of Guan Yubai, when they saw this rain of flowers, they guessed it, and they talked in a rush:
"It's Marshal!"
"Which girl is throwing flowers at Marshal again!"
"I think the Marshal couldn't escape this time."
"..."
In the noise, Xiao Si faced his face, and a cold flash flashed in his eyes. He rushed out a whip from his waist and flung it out like a snake. The whip brought a whip and a flower. The children blew away, and finally landed in chaos around Guanyubai ...
And Guan Yubai's moon white robe is still not covered with flowers!
For a moment, the whole street seemed to be quiet for a moment, and then it became noisy again, and many people looked at it with intent.
Xiaosi was sinking in the water, his cold eyes hit the second floor of Fengyun Tea House like a sharp arrow, and his eyes seemed to be saying, "Is this endless?" !!
Suddenly, Xiaosi seemed to feel something, his eyes moved down and he looked forward.
The next moment, I heard a playful male voice in front of me: "In the ancient days there were fruit-throwing cars, and now there are" flowers "and" streets ". It's a beautiful talk!"
A few feet away, a young man in a purple dress described as a beautiful girl was riding on a tall black cloud and laughing on the belly.
"Daddy!"
When Xiao Xiaoyu saw Xiao Yi, he opened his arms to him excitedly, and Xiao Yi had to take over his son.
Watching his son scowl himself like a cat, Xiao Yi was a little funny, and said casually: "Smelly boy, your righteous father took you to play?"
"Um." The little nodded hard, thinking of something. He took a purse out of his arms, apparently took out a piece of waffle that he got from Anxingzhuang, and said generously, "Give it to dad!"
He looked at Xiao Yi with big eyes, as if to say, Dad, how nice I am to you!
Xiao Xiaoyu's fart was quite in place. Xiao Yi was pleased and said, "Go! Dad will take you to buy delicious food!"
Between words, seven or eight young boys and girls walked out of the Fengyun Tea House and walked towards Xiao Yi and Guan Yubai, among them there were several familiar figures, Hua Sangong, Liu Wugong, Hua Girl, Chang Huanwei ... Even Qu Yueyue is among them.
These boys and girls came to the horse and saluted the two first, followed by the third son of Hua San who was a little embarrassed and held a fist in the official language: "Marshal, we are just joking with you. There are a lot of adults. We're weird. "
The implication is that the flowers just dropped by some of them!
"What's a joke? I think you are betting?" Xiao Yi casually glanced at Liu Wugong, who was hiding in the back.
Liu Wugong suddenly became the center of everyone's eyes. He touched his nose, salivating his face and complimenting, "Hey, brother who knows me."
Qu Yueyue took a step forward and cleverly explained: "Several of us happened to be here for tea, and occasionally I heard that many people have recently thrown flowers at the Marshal. I also bought a few baskets of flowers on the whim. Thinking that Marshal Fang Cai happened to pass by, Liu Wugong proposed to make a bet to see who can throw flowers on the Marshal ... "
Liu Wugong coughed awkwardly, he just casually talked about it, but didn't expect everyone to respond.
but……
Liu Wugong looked at the little four on the black horse with a gaze, and said with emotion: "Marshal, your guard's skill is really great! With him, keep you 'in the flowers, and the leaves will not touch you. '!' Maybe he can find a gamble with his brothers, he's Zhuang!
He said these words, and everyone else twitched silently at the corners of his mouth. This sentence is a description of the romantic son of others. Is it appropriate to put it on Guanyubai? !!
The fourth child's gaze was even colder, so he almost touched out the flying knife.
Even Xiao Yi shook his head and said angrily: "You get me home and read more and say something!"
"Brother, Marshal, don't give me general knowledge." Liu Wugong touched his nose gruntly and took a half step back.
Qu Yiyue's mouth always maintained a gentle smile, and she said, "Master Shi, Marshal, we were just playing chess and painting in the teahouse. I heard that Marshal is very accomplished in both calligraphy and painting. Can you give me some pointers?"
Hearing that, Hua Girl also brightened her eyes and looked forward.
This book was first published by Xiaoxiang College, please do not reprint!