Chapter 125 Daddy is in trouble
The village chief was so excited that his face flushed.
He slapped his thigh and said, "This is a good thing that can bring food to the whole village. I thank your family on behalf of the village! You can use the vacant land in the village as you like. You can build whatever you want. It's all up to you!"
Before leaving, Xiao Nuobao and Feng Shi compared the family's savings. Not counting jewelry and gold items, there are thousands of taels of silver and banknotes.
It's enough to expand the Fushan Hall.
As long as there is vacant land in the village, the Jiang family will have no worries and can start construction at any time.
"Thank you, village chief~" Xiao Nuobao smiled sweetly.
She jumped to the ground and ran out of the school with her short legs to find a Feng Shui treasure land for her family.
Feng and the village chief were afraid that she would fall, so they followed closely, like two little tails, accompanying her from the beginning to the end of the village.
After Xiao Nuobao "inspected" a circle with her hands behind her back, she finally stopped at an open space in the northeast corner of the village and nodded her head with satisfaction.
"Water is the treasury, it is indispensable. Fushantang belongs to the earth element in the five elements, and it needs a place of fire to prosper it." Xiao Nuobao hummed a few words in a baby voice.
Feng and the village chief looked at each other in surprise.
What does it mean?
Xiao Nuobao put his hands on his waist and chuckled, "It means that this is the place. This place is backed by the river bank and is at the corner with the most fire energy. It is good for wealth!"
When Feng and the others heard it, they couldn't help but grin.
"This little guy."
"He's quite money-obsessed!"
In order to make the business go smoothly, Xiao Nuobao went home, lay on the kang and gnawed his toes for a long time, and even figured out an auspicious day for breaking ground.
When she heard that her sister had chosen a day more than ten days later, when Jiang Fengnian went to the city to select bricks and tiles, she could take her time to choose and compare with many families.
After dinner, Xiao Nuobao thought that she had not visited her second sister-in-law for a long time, so she patted her belly and decided to go to the west room to rest tonight.
"Daddy!"
However, in the middle of the night, Xiao Nuobao suddenly shook and woke up suddenly.
She had a nightmare for no reason.
In the dream, she saw the man in a black robe, who was imposing and was called "Daddy" by her again.
Only this time, the man kept pacing anxiously, and the throne under him was no longer as stable as before.
Xiao Nuobao saw it with his own eyes, and he suddenly fell from the high seat due to carelessness. A group of little people who were gloating over his misfortune were about to rush up and trample him!
"Daddy, be careful!" Xiao Nuobao opened her mouth wide and didn't remember how many times she shouted.
All she knew was that when she opened her eyes, her little face was already full of tears, and the pillowcase was wet with tears.
The room was still pitch black, and beside her was only the snoring of her second brother, which sounded like thunder.
Xiao Nuobao sat up, grabbed the pillowcase and turned it over, and then lay down again.
"It was a dream again... Fortunately it was a dream... Stupid daddy didn't fall down, for sure." She muttered in a low voice, her voice was soft and weak, as if to comfort herself.
But dreams don't appear for nothing.
Perhaps, this is a sign that her daddy is in danger of falling from power in reality.
With such worries, Xiao Nuobao covered his head with a quilt, but could not fall asleep again.
Even for breakfast, he only ate half a bowl of porridge and ate half a piece of corn for the first time.
The whole family was a little surprised.
Mrs. Feng touched the lady's forehead and said in confusion, "It's not hot, nor cold."
"My sister's face looks a little strange. Could it be that I snored last night and she didn't sleep well?" Jiang Fenghu put down his chopsticks and tilted his head.
Little Nuobao hung his head and never said a word.
Mrs. Feng saw that the lady was worried and said softly, "Second daughter-in-law, make a few more dishes that Nuobao likes for lunch. Make some cashews and shrimps, and stir-fry some pork belly with peppers. Maybe she can whet her appetite."
After breakfast, Li Qiqiao was worried that Nuobao would eat too little and be hungry, so she immediately prepared lunch.
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps in the yard, and Old Song walked in hurriedly, so anxious that he didn't even put on his robe.
Mrs. Feng stood up to greet him: "Mr. Song is here."
Mr. Song nodded slightly, and after entering the house, his eyes fell on Xiao Nuobao, with some hesitation.
"Nuobao, Grandpa Song has something to ask of you." Old Song spoke with a tense voice.
Xiao Nuobao's thoughts were pulled back.
She bent the soles of her feet and sat up straight, waiting for Mr. Song to continue.
Old Song took out a letter from his sleeve.
He unfolded it on the kang, his palms full of cold sweat: "Something big happened in the capital. This is an urgent letter sent to me this morning. There is already a serious water shortage in the capital. Not to mention ordinary people, even the homes of princes and nobles do not have enough water."
Xiao Nuobao rushed over to take a look, but unfortunately she could not read, so she could only look at it in vain.
Jiang Fengnian also took a look.
Although he didn't read it carefully, the word "water" appeared more than ten times in the only one or two hundred words, and the writing style was chaotic and sharp, which showed the tension of the drought in the capital, and made him frown.
Song Lao showed a worried look, and continued: "Right now, the people in the capital are angry, and the number of refugees has increased. The emperor has claimed to be sick and not to attend the court. All matters in the court are handled by the imperial teacher."
"And during the morning court these two days, the six ministries jointly wrote a letter to the imperial teacher, asking him to solve the water problem in the capital within seven days. Otherwise, in order to calm the anger of the people, they will push the imperial teacher out and personally issue a self-criticism edict to confess his guilt to the people ."
The so-called self-criticism edict is used by the emperor to reflect on himself in writing or orally to appease the people when suffering from natural disasters or major disasters.
Right now, due to the drought, there are rebellious groups everywhere. The Imperial Master just dispatched his personal soldiers to suppress the rebellion, and the officials of the six ministries came to him to accuse him.
This is obviously an attempt to seize the power of the Imperial Master.
Although Feng Shi didn't understand the government, she also understood the situation: "This long drought has become a disaster. How can there be water without rain? They want the Imperial Master to solve the water supply problem of the entire capital within seven days. This is clearly a deliberate attempt to make things difficult for him."
Old Song clenched his fists, his expression filled with anger.
"That's exactly right! If the Ministry of Works and the Ministry of Revenue hadn't embezzled the money for water transfer, the capital wouldn't have had a problem with drinking water. Now they don't think about how to settle the people and quell the civil unrest, but are still thinking about fighting for power. It's really unfortunate for our Nanji Kingdom!"
After saying that, Old Song looked at Nuobao, his Adam's apple moving slightly: "Right now, the Imperial Master and the six ministries are confronting each other. If the six ministries attack him together, he can't handle it alone. Nuobao, since you can make it rain in Dalui Village, is there any way to make it rain in the capital?"
Little Nuobao's eyes moved slightly, and she murmured inexplicably.
"Imperial Master?"
For some reason, she always felt her eyes sore when she heard these two words.
The capital has been suffering from drought for a long time. If it doesn't rain again, it will not only become a sharp weapon for the six ministries to overthrow the Imperial Master.
It will also cause the deaths of countless people.
If the capital is in chaos, rebels will surely take advantage of the situation and the Nanji Kingdom will be in danger.
Facing the worried look on Old Song's face, Xiao Nuobao touched his chin and nodded vigorously: "Master Song, please don't worry. This drought is a punishment from heaven. We have to find a way to appease the wrath of heaven. Let me think about it carefully."
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