Chapter 69: Life after life, controlled by him
Shang Bingjiu replied: "Because the rice becomes damp and sprouts, it cannot be eaten, so it must be harvested before it rains."
Xiao Baojing was thoughtful.
In her old world, technology was so advanced that harvesters could harvest many acres of rice fields in a day.
Farmers don't have to worry about their rice getting wet and rainy, or having no new rice to eat after a year of hard work.
This is probably the meaning of technological development!
There is a scarecrow standing in the rice field in the distance, and an old woman with a hunched body is working hard to cut the rice.
It is sloping westward day by day.
She has worked very hard, but compared to the huge rice field, she still only cut a little bit.
The sun at dusk in midsummer dances slowly across the sky, and is about to sink into the red horizon.
The old woman suddenly collapsed and hugged a bunch of golden rice tightly, crying loudly in the field.
"My rice! Can't rot in the ground..."
Her voice was old and mournful, and her body was shaking violently.
The rice that has been carefully tended for a whole year is plump and strong, and the branches are bent under the heavy weight. There are still several scarecrows standing in the field. The scarecrows are wearing the clothes of her brother when he was alive, as if they are seriously and persistently guarding this rice field for her sister. .
Xiao Baojing's eyes were filled with tears.
Is this old woman the same as Grandma Zhao who had no one to help harvest the rice?
She suddenly suggested: "Seller, let's go help her harvest rice!"
Shang Bingjiu sat cross-legged with his hands in his hands and said lazily, "I won't go."
"She is so pitiful!"
"It's not me."
Xiao Baojing: "..."
What he said made sense, but she was unable to refute it.
Xiao Baojing climbed out of the cage: "Then you have a good rest first, and I will help her myself. Cut as much as you can before it rains!"
Shang Bingjiu didn't understand why she was always so warm-hearted.
He placed a plantain courtyard in the open space next to the pine tree, hung up a red lantern, and then fell on the bed with his hands in his hands: "I'm so hungry."
Yaoyao was most afraid of being in the same room with him.
She held up the sickle and ran out happily: "Your Highness, I'm here to help you harvest the rice!"
At night, the moon is high in the sky.
Suddenly a group of children passed by on the field ridge.
They are less than a foot long, have their hair tied in a bun, and wear yellow and cyan coats.
They asked in a coquettish voice: "Are you harvesting rice?"
Xiao Baojing nodded: "Yes."
The children were polite: "I heard that the emperor built the Wanshou Tower, and the four princesses recruited all the spirits and ghosts from all over the world to work in Ye Jing, and the wages were very high. We are going to Ye Jing, and passing by here, we are hungry and thirsty. I want to ask you for some food. Drink the ink from the bowl. We will harvest the rice for you, and you will drink the ink for us, okay?”
Grandma Zhao wiped her sweat and said with a smile: "What's so difficult about this? The private school teacher in our village has a lot of ink sticks. I'll ask him for a piece and grind it into ink for you to drink!"
Grandma Zhao quickly brought a large bowl of ink.
Xiao Baojing watched curiously as they gathered around a large ceramic bowl and drank ink.
The children were very polite. After drinking, they took out their handkerchiefs and wiped their mouths carefully.
After wiping her mouth, she began to actively help Granny Zhao harvest rice.
Xiao Baojing sat in the field and took out a book from his satchel.
From Jiange to here, she had not been idle all the way, and had been reading ancient books in this world.
"Found it..." she chanted softly, ""Xuanzhishi" records, 'In Yuanhezhong, Boling Cui Yao... often read under the awning one day, and suddenly saw a child, no longer than a foot long, with exposed hair. , dressed in yellow, descending from Beiyuan When he arrived at the couch... the boy smiled and sat down, then went to the north wall and entered a hole. He immediately ordered his servant to send him a writing pen, which was as sharp as new after being used for more than a month. . '"
Yaoyao came over with a sickle in hand: "Your Highness, these little brats are all masters of writing, right?"
Xiao Baojing closed the book and nodded: "It's a calligraphy master!"
It's a pity that these children are short and cannot bend their backs. They cut rice slower than Xiao Baojing.
"Hey, I woke up and you haven't finished harvesting the rice yet?" Qingyue's lazy voice suddenly came.
Xiao Baojing looked back and saw a fox-faced young man in Taoist robes standing on the field ridge with his hands clasped in his hands. His charming figure and pointed chin, his refreshing appearance were in sharp contrast to them.
She wiped the ashes from her face and said unconvinced: "We will definitely be able to finish the cutting before dawn!"
"But..." Shang Bingjiu pointed to the sky, "It's already dawn."
Xiao Baojing looked up at the sky.
It seems to be dawn.
It was only because of the dark clouds that it looked like it was still dark.
She looked at the remaining three acres of rice fields and couldn't help but become anxious.
But I also know very well in my heart that no matter how fast I cut it, they, the old, young, women and children, will never be able to finish it!
She held the sickle and made a wish with tears: "Please God bless us to finish harvesting the rice before it rains. The faithful woman is willing to serve you for the rest of her life!"
Shang Bingjiu solemnly said: "I can make the little princess perform the incision quickly and well."
Xiao Baojing looked at him, always feeling that this guy had bad intentions.
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She tried: "What can I do?"
Shang Bingjiu moved his fingertips.
The red silk thread connecting the girl's body was looming in the darkness.
He fiddled with the red silk thread, just like Yanshi pulling his favorite puppet.
Before Xiao Baojing could react, he swooped into the rice field!
She ran while holding the sickle, and harvested the rice ears with a "click", "click", even faster than an excavator, leaving only afterimages running around!
Xiao Baojing: “Ahhhhhhh——!!”
The girl's screams echoed across the fields.
Grandma Zhao: "..."
Yaoyao: "..."
Children: "Everyone, please follow Sister Xiao to pick up rice!"
Xiao Baojing: "Ahhhhhhh! Seller, I will kill you!"
The rice was cut suddenly.
Xiao Baojing stood in the field disgraced.
As soon as his hand loosened, the sickle fell to the ground.
have to.
She falls apart again.
The children bid farewell to Xiao Baojing and hurried to Yejing to work and earn food rations.
Xiao Baojing was lying in the room, with two bags of tears in her eyes, furious: "Go away, I don't want to see you anymore!"
Why do you rejoice when you see a salesman?
It's all fake!
Fake!
She gets angry when she sees him now!
Shang Bingjiu threaded the needle and mended her body: "The little princess made a wish to finish harvesting the rice before it rains. Now that it has been finished, you are unhappy again."
Xiao Baojing stared at him through tears: "Do you think you are very humorous? I don't like you using those red threads without my permission! It was the same when you were in Julu County Sheriff's Mansion, why did you use me to tease you? Qiu Xinghe?”
"The little princess doesn't like to be a puppet."
"Who would like to be an object that is controlled? I am a living person and I have my own thoughts. Of course I don't want to be manipulated by others at will! I am already working hard to become an adult. When I become an adult, I will I can get rid of this puppet body! So, until then, you are not allowed to control me with these red threads!”
It's rare for a girl to be strong.
Shang Bingjiu squatted beside the bed leg without saying a word, sewing threads with flying needles to re-sew the girl's damaged skin and joints.
After an unknown amount of time, he refused in a very soft voice: "No."
Her slender jade-like fingers tightly held countless red silk threads.
He forced Xiao Baojing to lower his head and look up at her face: "I want you to always be my puppet."
Life after life is controlled by him.
Never give up on each other, follow each other in life and death.
He wants the separation north of the Great Wall of Demons and Ghosts to never happen again.
Good night
(End of chapter)