The village head looked at Shen Qingyu: "Qingyu, you're smart, tell me, do you have any ideas?"
The men's eyes lit up instantly, and they all looked at Shen Qingyu.
Shen Qingyu shrugged: "Uncle, I'm just smart, but I'm not the God of Thunder or the Goddess of Lightning who can bring rain in an instant."
Too.
Everyone hung their heads again.
One of them muttered, "The price of grain in town has gone up again. Mixed grains are now ten coins a pound. I didn't buy any when it dropped to eight coins a pound, thinking it would go down further. Now look what's happened..."
Have the prices of miscellaneous grains gone up again?
Shen Qingyu was startled.
But she couldn't be happy afterwards.
If it doesn't rain for a long time, crops will die of drought, rivers will dry up, and people will be unable to survive, which could easily lead to riots.
In such situations, the wealthy are the first to be affected.
I'm afraid that my family, who have no worries about food and drink, will become the target of everyone's criticism!
After thinking for a moment, Shen Qingyu offered a possibility: "Uncle Village Head, do you think we can find a spring in the back mountain?"
Uncle Village Head took two puffs of his pipe and shook his head: "That's a good idea. But our stream originally flowed from a spring, and now that it's dried up, who knows where to dig for a spring?"
We can't just dig up the whole mountain, can we?
Shen Qingyu thought about it and agreed, nodding in agreement, and then became worried as well.
Given this situation, asking someone to help repair the house would be too much like Versailles.
Shut up and go home.
Xiao Yunqi came home early in the afternoon. The children had finished their studies and chores, so they all ran to hug his leg.
"Father!"
"Dad, you're back!"
"Dad, I miss you so much..."
The three children used their individual talents to act cute in various ways.
Xiao Yunqi took out an oil paper package from his pocket, which contained pastries he had bought from Lai Fu Ji.
The eldest son likes to eat ox-tongue pastries, while the second and third sons both love to eat peach shortbread.
Upon receiving their favorite food, the triplets cheered, "Yay! Daddy's so good!"
"Dad is the best to me! He knows I love peach shortbread!"
"My father loves me the most."
"Childish." Da Bao rolled his eyes and calmly took a bite of the ox tongue pastry.
"Dad, do you like me the most?" Erbao clung to Xiao Yunqi.
Xiao Yun wasn't fooled. He gently patted her head and said softly, "I like them both."
"I want you to like me the most!" Erbao's eyes were squinting from being rubbed, but he still stubbornly insisted.
Xiao Bao pouted: "Daddy likes me too! Daddy pats my head too!"
Xiao Yunqi's other hand was forced to work again, rubbing Xiao Bao's head.
Xiao Bao shrunk his neck contentedly like a cat, his lips pouting.
Looking at the expressions on her two younger siblings' faces, Da Bao moved a little closer to Xiao Yunqi, her eyes filled with longing, but she didn't say anything.
Xiao Yunqi was considerate and reached out to rub Da Bao's head again.
Da Bao was satisfied now, and walked away calmly with the ox-tongue pastry in his hand.
The two little ones each took a peach shortbread and walked away chatting and laughing.
Shen Qingyu was somewhat dazed by the scene before her.
When did Xiao Yunqi start bringing things for the children every time he came back from outside?
Gradually, the children looked forward to Xiao Yunqi's return even more, and they were always extra enthusiastic in welcoming him. Erbao and Xiaobao would hug his legs on either side and ask for pats.
Has he finally realized that he's a father of three?
That's really rare!
Shen Qingyu chuckled lightly, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
When Xiao Yunqi saw Shen Qingyu smile, he instantly realized that bringing snacks and treats for the children every day was a truly wise choice!
Wen Che saw their little expressions and couldn't help but chuckle.
Shen Qingyu's contempt was not hidden.
But why did Xiao Yunqi think that smile was an expression of appreciation?
His smugness was written all over his face.
If they had tails, they'd be wagging like crazy, right?
While Shen Qingyu and Xiao Yunqi were both there, and the children went into the main room, Wen Che took the opportunity to remind the seemingly harmonious but actually estranged duo: "The three children have finished reading the Thousand Character Classic. Remember to praise them."
The two exchanged a surprised glance: how could they have learned the Thousand Character Classic in just two or three months?
That's truly amazing!
So at dinner time, Shen Qingyu asked the triplets, seemingly casually, "How far have you gotten in your study of the Thousand Character Classic?"
The second child was the most enthusiastic: "We've all finished learning the Thousand Character Classic!"
"Wow! That's really great! Recite it for me?"
So the three children, swaying their heads, recited the Thousand Character Classic in unison: "Heaven and earth were dark and yellow, the universe was vast and boundless. The sun and moon wax and wane, the stars and constellations are arrayed..."
Not a single one got stuck!
Shen Qingyu and Xiao Yunqi showed expressions of amazement and admiration for the three children.
Shen Qingyu rewarded each of the triplets with a set of good calligraphy and painting supplies, but Xiao Yunqi... hadn't prepared one beforehand.
The triplets instantly felt an immense sense of pride, their chins practically pointing to the sky!
Shen Qingyu cast a grateful look at Wen Che and said softly, "Wen Che, I have some brocade with bamboo patterns here. How about I ask Cui Xi to make you a long gown?"
"!!!"
Wen Che subconsciously looked at Xiao Yunqi, and then met Xiao Yunqi's dissatisfied gaze.
Wen Che waved his hands frantically, his smile flustered: "No need, no need! I still have clothes to wear."
Shen Qingyu turned to Xiao Yunqi and grinned, "Xiao Yunqi, go buy Wen Che a bolt of brocade and have Cui Xi make him a robe!"
Xiao Yunqi was shocked: "Why?"
Wenche only started teaching his three children because of me.
You don't thank me, and you won't make me clothes, but you still expect me to make clothes for Wenche?
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