Small Intelligence Network
If I could answer that question with a heartbeat, the answer would be a resounding yes.
But that night, Song Tiaotiao stared at Gu Chengjue's beautiful smiling eyes, and stammered for a long time with her cherry lips, but in the end she did not say the word "like" directly as she did in the past.
She didn't know why she became so uneasy when facing Gu Chengjue.
Song Tiaotiao was in a state of confusion, and by the time she realized what was going on, she had already missed the best opportunity to answer.
In the end, she just lowered her eyes slightly and nodded gently.
The answer was not expressed out loud, but the actions shown were also a true expression of the feelings.
Seeing this, Gu Chengjue's bright eyes were still smiling, and he chuckled softly: "As long as Tiaotiao likes it."
Song Tiaotiao sat in the small shed in the farm. Thinking of this, she still felt embarrassed and wanted to bury her head in her sleeves.
Although it has been a month since that night, she didn't know why she was obsessed with replaying what happened that night over and over in her mind during this month.
Especially the hazy figure with his back to her under the faint moonlight.
Thinking of this, Song Tiaotiao's eyes became erratic, and she applied another layer of hot mask on her face.
Song Tiaotiao lowered her eyes and looked at the little white fox that was looking up at her, her eyes flickering, attributing the reason for her hot face to this.
Seeing the little white fox with its eyes bent, completely unaware that it had been made the scapegoat, Song Tiaotiao coughed unnaturally: "Okay, Song Xiaobai, the weather is getting hotter and hotter now. You'd better not sleep in my arms every day. Foxes can get heatstroke too." Having said that, she lowered her eyes and sighed softly, "It's true that people tend to overthink when they have nothing to do. I'd better get back to work."
After she finished speaking, she put the little white fox back on the rattan chair, and she stood in front of the operating table again, filtering and pouring out the newly brewed medicine soup.
Previously, in order to achieve efficiency and stability, Song Tiaotiao and Gu Chengjue planned to upgrade the operating table of the small farm again.
Nowadays, although the operating table cannot achieve the effect of aseptic operation, it has also added many sterilization and antibacterial protective measures.
In practice, the control panel truly lived up to expectations. Not only did the purity and precision of herbal extracts improve, but the efficacy, under systematic monitoring, also reached the standard required for therapeutic use.
I'll find a reason to go find a respected doctor in the village to check it out. If needed, I can put it into use without worry.
In this short month, Songbai Village is still calm and rainless, but it is not sunny either.
Even such gloomy weather is better for the villagers of Songbai Village than the continuous sunny days before.
Now, following the instructions in the letter, every household in Songbai Village has adopted more water-saving farming methods and planted many drought-resistant and storage-resistant crops.
Although it has not rained for a long time, there is some hope that we can survive the drought.
But the villages a little further away from Songbai Village could not help but feel that the Songbai River had dried up when it flowed through their area.
They no longer have any hope for farming this year, and instead have invested all their manpower and resources into exploring groundwater.
But apart from drinking water, people still need to eat grains.
Water is scarce, prices are soaring, and now, in Bobei Township's villages, many households have run out of food and savings, and people are beginning to migrate in search of food.
Songbai Village, as the source of the Songbai River, has a reputation for being non-xenophobic due to its long-term trade with the surrounding areas. It has now become the first choice for most refugees.
With the influx of many refugees, Village Chief Li, in addition to solving the drought, began to worry about the resettlement of refugees.
Fortunately, the principle of too many monks and too little porridge is not only known to the indigenous people of Songbai Village, but also understood by the refugees who have flocked to Songbai Village.
The amount of water they take in every day is just enough to make a living, so they are restrained.
Even though some families in Songbai Village have complaints about these refugees, they do not show it openly. So far, there has not been any conflict between the indigenous people and the refugees like in the surrounding villages.
What's more, seeing the pity of these refugees, they took the initiative to provide them with jobs and shelter, which relieved a lot of pressure for Village Chief Li.
Every two days, Song Tiaotiao would give out free porridge outside the food store.
Although he has the reputation of being a charitable porridge vendor, Song Tiaotiao also has conditions.
Everyone who comes to receive the free porridge has to tell about some special things they saw or heard on the road.
They slept in the open air and traveled day and night. In order to have a bowl of hot porridge, the refugees racked their brains and wanted to tell everything they could think of.
In this way, a small intelligence network was officially established.
The refugees coming from the west would mostly talk about things related to the war with the Western Rong, while those coming from the south would talk about the bandits they saw passing by on the road.
Obviously, the world she lives in now is no longer peaceful.
In the book, Prince Ning, the god of war in the Southern Dynasty, was unjustly killed because of the monarch's suspicion.
This chaotic world has already begun.
At the beginning of this man-made disaster, only the princes and generals in the palace were affected. Now, like a butterfly flapping its wings, the disaster has spread to the common people in the border areas.
The regime of the Southern Dynasties was probably corrupt, even rotten to the core.
Song Tiao Tiao did not have the ambition and determination to save the collapsing building by herself.
She existed in this book, and was originally just a minor character who died quietly like an autumn cicada when winter came.
If we had not awakened our memories of modern times, we would probably have repeated the same mistakes.
But she likes Songbai Village.
Here, there are the mountains, rivers, water and soil she likes, as well as the people and things she is attached to.
Therefore, she will do her best to maintain this peaceful and warm picture of Songbai Village.
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"Boss, I came from the west. Those Xirong thieves entered our village and started burning, killing, and looting. Yet the local officials just sat back and watched. If...if General Gu hadn't left and was still in charge in the west, how could he have just stood there and watched?"
Hearing the voice, Song Tiaotiao raised her eyes and looked at the person in front of her, and served a bowl of hot porridge to the young man who was wiping his tears.
The young man took the bowl of porridge, looked at the steaming hot porridge, and cried even harder: "The shopkeeper must have heard a lot of things like this in the past few days. You must be used to it and don't find it strange..." When he said this, he knocked his head repeatedly with his hands.
Song Tiaotiao looked at him, confused but heartbroken. Just as he was about to dissuade him, he saw the young man raise his tearful eyes and said anxiously, "Oh, right, I was on the road, and I was helped by a group of people waving the banner of the uprising. They had a yellow flag, and from what they said, it looked like the word 'wolf' was written on it. There were only a few dozen people accompanying the entire group, so this must have happened recently."
Hearing this, Song Tiaotiao's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded, saying, "Drink it quickly, little brother. Be careful, it's hot."
The rebels in the west with the wolf flag? This was indeed the first time she had heard of them. She had never even seen them in books.
As Song Tiaotiao was thinking, a skinny little girl walked up to her.
She blinked her big dark eyes and said timidly, "Sister, I am from the south. The rivers along the way I traveled were dry, and the people... were bad. They stole our food and money, and some were killing people..." When she said this, tears were already falling from the little girl's eyes.
Song Tiaotiao quickly handed her the bowl of porridge and comforted her, "Little sister, don't cry, don't cry. Come, have a bowl of hot porridge."
The little girl wiped her tears and nodded: "People who kill people all wear red headscarves. I hope a good person like my sister won't encounter them."
Seeing the little girl stop crying, Song Tiaotiao continued to ask, "Little sister, where did you meet them?"
The little girl blinked her eyes and recalled, "There are a lot of cattle and sheep there. My brother who took me for a run said it was called something like 'Mu'..."
Hearing this, Song Tiaotiao's eyes tightened, and he frowned, and asked hesitantly: "Muye Village?"
The little girl thought for a moment and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, that seems to be it. They stole the old man's cows and sheep, and the old man refused to let them, so they killed him." When she said this, tears welled up in the little girl's eyes again.
Hearing this, Song Tiaotiao's heart sank.
This bandit with a red scarf was moving so fast.
A few days ago, when the refugees first talked about bandits, they had clearly not yet reached Bobei Township. Now, they seem to be approaching Songbai Village.
Song Tiaotiao thought for a moment, turned back to the food store and called Jiang Yunying, who was working as a helper, to take her place.
After informing Jin Zhenjiao who was cooking, she hurried towards Village Chief Li's house.
Song Tiaotiao jogged all the way, and when she reached the fork in the road leading to the market, her heart was beating so unevenly that it almost jumped out of her throat.
She looked at the bustling market, stood by the roadside, and calmed her uneven breathing.
After a short rest, she was about to continue moving forward.
A cheerful male voice came from above her head.
"Miss Song, I was just about to go to the food store to look for you. Why are you in such a hurry? Is there something urgent you need to do?"
Song Tiaotiao listened to Su Lin's gentle words, looked up at him, smiled and nodded, "Yes, there is something very urgent to do. Brother Su asked me..." At this point, her eyes flickered, "But did my brother reply?"
Su Lin nodded with a smile, took out a stack of envelopes from his arms and handed them to Song Tiaotiao.
Song Tiaotiao took the envelope with both hands, looked at the personal address on it, and her confused heart gradually calmed down.
But after Song Tiaotiao measured the thickness of the envelope with her hand, she did not open it. Instead, she began to look for a place on her body to put the envelope.
She usually needs to calm down and read carefully the detailed contents of her brother's letter for a long time, but now is indeed not a good time to read the letter.
Seeing that she seemed to be looking for a place to hide the envelope, Su Lin laughed out loud: "Miss Song, I have nothing to do now, but you have important things to do. Where are you going now? Why don't you let me go with you?"
Song Tiaotiao's eyes flickered, and she nodded after a moment: "I'm going to Village Chief Li's house."
Hearing this, Su Lin nodded and smiled, "Then I'll wait for you outside."
Once we reached the market, Village Chief Li’s house was right in front of us.
But now, one of them had a puzzle to solve, and the other was going to accompany him, so the two of them just walked quickly.
Taking the opportunity, Song Tiaotiao raised his eyes to look at Su Lin, and asked casually, "Brother Su, things have been very uneasy in Bobei Township recently."
Su Lin's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded: "Indeed. Now that General Gu has been back for a while, Miss Song should have more people to protect her."
At the end, Su Lin murmured as if talking to himself.
Hearing this, Song Tiaotiao's eyes flickered slightly, and she shook her head and said, "Brother Su, I'm just a small shopkeeper now. Treating me like this is like mobilizing a large force in Songbai Village." At this point, she raised her face slightly and smiled innocently, "Besides, I heard rumors that the bandits are still a long way away."
Su Lin's eyes dimmed slightly, and he shook his head and sighed softly, "Miss Song, the current situation is turbulent. Your safety is more important to Mr. Yu Chao than anything else." At this point, he seemed to be afraid that Song Tiaotiao would insist on not agreeing, so he said sincerely, "Miss Song, Bobei Township is now considered a blessed land in the entire northern border, while the rest of the country is already in chaos."
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