Chapter 162 This Child Caters to My Eyes

There are also some considerations when selecting disaster victims.

They cannot be too poor or too miserable. Such people are barefoot. No matter they are passing through caravans in disguise or revealing their identity as court officials, they are in danger of being robbed and beaten.

The number of disaster victims cannot be too few or too many. If there are too few, he won’t be able to find out anything, and if there are too many, it will be noisy, which he doesn’t like.

The team in front had neither too many people nor too few. There were many large animals tied to the trees nearby, and the carts were piled high with belongings, making them look quite wealthy.

Jiang Xiangdong was playing with Huahua, Jiang Xiangxi next to him was sawing wood, and Guan Xiaoshan, the carpenter, was doing carpentry work, glancing at Huahua from time to time.

Except for the elderly, the weak and the sick, most of the people who stayed were strong men. They were all busy, either taking care of children or doing things like polishing pen holders that they were not afraid of being told about.

The sound of horse hooves was heard and everyone looked up.

"Hey young man, we are a merchant caravan. Could you give me a bowl of boiled water to drink?" the servant asked politely with a smile on his face.

It's not a drought, and water is not that precious. It's just a matter of boiling some water and picking up more firewood. It's not a big deal if it takes a little effort.

"Yes, do you have water bags? I'll fill them up for you to take with you." Jiang Xiangdong responded casually and honestly.

After thanking him profusely, the servant sighed, "You are truly kind people. To be honest, we are tired from traveling. Would it be a good idea to ask for a bowl of water to rest for a while?"

Jiang Xiangdong immediately looked at Mr. Jiang next to him with vigilance. Seeing the latter nod in agreement, he replied happily, "Okay, you guys can sit down."

A well-mannered middle-aged man got off the carriage. Jiang Xiangdong felt very reserved for some reason and didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

He held Huahua and stepped aside, letting Mr. Jiang out.

Song Shu glanced around, his eyes first falling on the soft and cute little girl, and for a moment he forgot to look away.

This team was obviously a group of farmers in the village. The children of the farmers gave him the impression of being dirty and grayish yellow. Even their fingernails were covered with mud that had not fallen off for years. There were two red spots on their gray little faces, and they even had snot hanging from their noses.

But the little girl in front of him, wearing a set of clean cotton clothes, was soft and chubby, especially when her big black eyes blinked at him, she looked indescribably familiar!

He sincerely praised the man holding the baby girl, "This child is very well raised."

There are children in the village who are fair, tender and clean, but it is not uncommon to see such fair and clean skin while fleeing from famine. It can even be said to be unique!

Jiang Xiangdong was even happier when his daughter was praised than when he was praised himself, with a proud look on his face: "Hehe, it's mainly because her mother is good-looking. My daughter Huahua looks like her mother, so of course she is pretty.

But her sister looks like me and is pretty, both of my daughters are pretty!"

Song Shu looked at Jiang Xiangdong, who was showing off, and his expression was dazed for a moment.

Is having a daughter something to be proud of?

At that time, he only had one daughter and was ridiculed by his colleagues, relatives and friends!

This rough guy in front of me, a country bumpkin, was showing off his daughter with a completely genuine look, and the men around him didn't show any disdain or mockery. Was it that the villagers were simple and honest, or were his colleagues and friends not so good...

When Jiang Xiangdong saw the visitor staring at his daughter, he suddenly remembered what his mother had told him!

He quickly shut his mouth and moved his daughter closer to the second son.

His daughter has been carefully raised by his mother for the past four or five months. She has grown up to be soft, cute and tender. If anything happens to her because of him, his mother will come back and skin him alive!

The last time he agreed to abandon his daughter, his mother still resents him. It has been less than half a year, and he can't understand himself at that time. His daughter is so cute, why did he agree to it at that time?

If it were him now, he would never agree to throw it away even if you beat him to death.

Song Shu could see that the little girl's father was wary of him, but for some reason he was so happy to see the little girl. He fished in his sleeves and pulled out a white jade peace locket, which was all warm and smooth. He handed it to her and said with a smile, "The little girl is very pleasing to me. This is a gift for her."

Jiang Xiangdong had only seen jade on the bodies of wealthy young men when he came into the city, and that was only once from a distance. Now, someone he had only met once wanted to give his daughter a jade pendant, and he was not happy but surprised!

That's jade. He has also heard the saying 'gold has a price but jade is priceless'. If jade is given to him for no reason, can he accept it? How dare he accept it?

Jiang Xiangxi was originally sawing wood. After hearing this, he put down his work and walked towards his niece, looking at the newcomer warily.

The same was true for other people in the village, who looked over in shock.

Mr. Jiang stood up slowly and asked tentatively, "We are a poor family and cannot afford such a large gift. If you have anything to say, please feel free to speak up. We will tell you everything we know."

Song Shu understood that they thought they were asking him for something, but it just so happened that he already had something to ask.

Then he bowed and said, "I do want to know something."

Everyone in Qili Village breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out that there was something wrong. If they were to ask, they would say that businessmen are just rich and powerful. When they inquire about something, they will give out a jade pendant. It is too generous! They would not even dare to think about it.

Song Shu and Mr. Jiang stood together and talked for a while. Before leaving, Song Shu insisted on giving the peace locket to Huahua.

Jiang Xiangdong couldn't refuse it, and finally thought that it was a gift for Huahua anyway, so he might as well accept it.

When Huo Bing came back in the evening, he saw that Ping An Kou's headache had come back for no apparent reason.

Guan Lijiangshui quickly went to boil the medicine.

Shen Qing stared at the peace locket left and right but couldn't make out anything. This style was the most common and was made of various materials in China. Even if jade was rare in ancient times, it would have been fine if it was a rare style, but it happened to be the most popular style, so there was no way to find any clues.

Forget it, forget it. I’m already drinking Chinese herbal medicine to dissolve blood stasis. I can only hope that Ah Bing will remember it himself.

"Sister-in-law, my father wants to see you over. He has something to tell you." Jiang Ying walked over and said quietly.

Shen Qing followed with doubt.

By then I found that there were already several people there.

After everyone arrived, Second Master Jiang summarized the news and said, "The group that came today were not merchants, but officials. Judging from the number of their entourage, they must be high-ranking officials. They are most likely Lord Song, who was sent by the court to provide disaster relief."

There was a sound of gasps.

"No wonder I see him as different from others! He has a scholarly air, yes, a scholarly air!

He's completely different from the money-grubbing businessmen; he's actually an official appointed by the imperial court." Zhao Laoer boasted, his eyes sparkling.

Hehehe, he has also met the officials appointed by the court!

What good luck.

Granny Qin, who had gone to pick wild vegetables in the afternoon but didn't see any, sighed, "I'm such an unlucky old woman."

"No wonder the first thing he did was give me a jade pendant. How could a businessman be so generous? He must be a high-ranking official."

Amidst all the praise, Shen Qing's first thought was, the surname is Song, so it should have nothing to do with Ah Bing.

At least not from the father's side. After all, officials rarely marry into their wives' family.

What if it was my uncle? Oh, I'm thinking too far ahead. With an uncle who is an official appointed by the imperial court, how could Ah Bing be sold out?