Chapter 43 My people no matter how powerful they are
Damn it, isn't this coquettishness but seduction?
Shang Wan was not sure, so he decided to take another look.
Seeing that Shang Wan was still silent, Lu Chengjing pursed his lips tightly and raised his eyes to look at her. The ends of his long and narrow eyes were stained with a touch of rouge at some point, and his cold face was deceptive.
Shang Wan: "..."
This is seduction! Even if the King of Heaven comes, this is still seduction!
How come there is someone who looks so like her?
Shang Wan grabbed the beautiful hand on his sleeve and kneaded it upward along his fingers, "Speak, I'll listen."
The ears hidden under the black hair were quietly red. Lu Chengjing struggled slightly to pull his hand back. Shang Wan held on tightly and glanced at him, "That's all."
Lu Chengjing curled his fingers lightly, finally obeying Shang Wan's wishes and stopped struggling.
"Do you know why I don't want to be Li Wenhua's master?"
Shang Wan concentrated on playing with his beautiful hands and said without raising his head: "Don't be so secretive, just say it quickly."
Trying to ignore the unfamiliar touch on his hand, Lu Chengjing said, "Li Wenhua is a man who is just trying to gain fame and reputation, and is good at deceiving superiors and hiding things from subordinates."
"Four years ago, there was a flood that affected countless villages. The imperial court distributed relief grains to Dongning County. On the surface, Li Wenhua was aware of the suffering of the people, but secretly he replaced the imperial grains with moldy and rotten warehouse grains mixed with stones and gravel. "
"When the victims were complaining, he opened a private warehouse to store grain for three days, so that the victims were grateful to him and called him a living Bodhisattva who saved the suffering. Some people even offered him an immortality tablet at home."
"Despicable and shameless." Shang Wan finished his evaluation and asked doubtfully, "How do you know it was him who exchanged the food?"
Lu Chengjing said in a low voice, "Half of the Chen Liang comes from the Lu family."
Shang Wan clicked his tongue inexplicably, and did not ask Lu Chengjing why he did not tell the truth. He just said: "Isn't Master An Qingtian? He was also fooled by Li Wenhua?"
"The person in office at that time was not Mr. An. Moreover, Li Wenhua was not the only one who replaced the disaster relief food."
Shang Wan understood that officials and officials were working together to protect each other.
She asked: "What does this have to do with the relief food this time?"
"Although Li Wenhua acted despicably, his official reputation was spread out. Now Mr. An is in charge of the county. Firstly for the people and secondly for official reputation. He will definitely not do worse than Li Wenhua."
Shang Wan understood that Lu Chengjing took advantage of an information gap.
The villagers had suffered from floods before and were deceived by Li Wenhua's secret manipulation of disaster relief grains, and they lost trust in the so-called disaster relief grains.
Now the method proposed by Lu Chengjing and a few old people can be regarded as giving them the answer in advance. Even if there were still problems with the disaster relief food distributed by the court, Lu Chengjing and others had their say, so the villagers naturally asked them for help.
Lu Chengjing knew that there would be no problem with the relief food this time, but the villagers didn't know that.
Peasants don’t have much but plenty of strength. When weighing the two aspects, it is nothing to pay some labor for real food.
"How do you convince Uncle Wu and the others to take risks with you?"
Lu Chengjing chuckled, "They are from Yushu Village."
The elderly may not be willing to take risks with Lu Chengjing, but their strong sense of belonging to Yushu Village makes them unwilling to see Yushu Village become like the Willow Village described by Shen Qier, with people panicked and scattered.
After being induced by Lu Chengjing's words, he agreed without much hesitation.
Shang Wan raised his eyes and looked at Lu Chengjing carefully. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that his vase looked like a fox, and he was planning on people.
Lu Chengjing was slightly disturbed by her sight, so he looked away and stared at the soft vegetable leaves sinking to the bottom of the bowl.
Cong Shang Wan called him a vase several times, and he knew that in Shang Wan's eyes, he was probably good-looking, fragile, and in need of care and protection. This could be seen in the way Shang Wan treated him.
This was the first time that he took the initiative to show his aggressive side in front of Shang Wan. He was worried about Shang Wan's reaction, but also looked forward to seeing Shang Wan's reaction. Will... be the same as my mother?
Realizing that Shang Wan's eyes were on him, Lu Chengjing stared at the soft vegetable leaves, quietly waiting for Shang Wan's reaction.
"Why...are you nervous?" Shang Wan raised their intertwined hands and shook them, "Your hands are all red."
At some point, Lu Chengjing had turned away from the guest and tightly held the soft white hand that had been causing trouble in his palm. The veins on the back of the hand were bulging, as if he was worried that the owner of the little hand would leave him.
When Shang Wan reminded him, Lu Chengjing let go of his hand as if he was electrocuted, and a flash of annoyance flashed in his eyes. His hands were hidden in his wide sleeves and quietly clenched into fists.
Seeing his excessive reaction, Shang Wan burst into laughter, shook his hand, and said with a smile, "Master Xiu Cai, you don't need to hold hands with such force, please be gentler next time."
With a teasing tone, Lu Chengjing's cheeks flushed red, his eyebrows drooped, and he became increasingly afraid to look directly at the person next to him.
But Shang Wan came closer to him, stretched out his index finger and hooked his chin, "My man, no matter how powerful he is."
Lu Chengjing raised his eyes suddenly, his dark eyes looking directly at Shang Wan.
Shang Wan did not dodge, and the corners of his lips curved in a pleasant arc, "Although the stupid vase is cute, I prefer the smart fox."
"You..." Lu Chengjing opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his heart seemed to have been equipped with an accelerator, beating faster and faster.
The pounding heartbeat disturbed his thoughts, making him forget what he wanted to say. He just stared blankly at the face in front of him, its outline, eyebrows, and expression, carefully, bit by bit, quietly tracing, secretly collection.
"Is there something on my face?" Shang Wan raised his hand and touched his face in confusion.
Lu Chengjing: "..."
He turned his face away, his red ears flickering under his black hair, and said muffledly: "No."
Shang Wan:?
Why are you so awkward again?
She stood up holding the soup bowl, "The soup is cold. I'll get you a hot bowl."
Yuanyuan, who was full, climbed up and down on several connected benches without Shang Wan blocking her, and bumped into Lu Chengjing.
The little guy raised his hand and touched it, then raised his little head to look at his father.
Huh? So red!
Blinking her big black eyes, Yuanyuan hugged Lu Chengjing’s arm and stood up, pouting her small mouth and blowing cool air on his red ears, “Hu~hu~ it hurts, hurts, flies. "
Nuo Nuo's little voice was full of concern. Lu Chengjing put his arms around the little guy and said warmly: "Daddy, it doesn't hurt."
"It hurts." The round little finger pointed at her red forehead, feeling that it was her turn, "Huhu."
Lu Chengjing lowered his head and blew gently, then kissed him again at the little guy's strong request.
I was about to tease my daughter, but the little guy twisted his buttocks and crawled away quickly along the bench to find his friends to play with.
Lu Chengjing: "..."
After the morning meal, everyone started to take action.
First of all, everyone cleans their own houses, putting aside the usable ones, stacking the unusable ones together, and the village handles them together.
After I finished my work, I went to the nearest place to help. I approached the big elm tree in the middle of the village from four directions, leaving no one behind.
Shang Wan handed Yuanyuan to Lu Chengjing to hold, and started working with the small ring and stone.
A strange light flashed across his round black eyes, and his little mouth muttered, "Come...busy..."
(End of chapter)