Chapter 167 The illness of the young master of the Zhao family

"If an emperor or an official does not take the people as the foundation, what is the difference between him and the evil ways?" Zhao Yiwen said.

"General Zhao does have some truth in what he said." Xiao Yin nodded.

"In the early years, I also thought that loyalty to the emperor was the foundation and serving the country wholeheartedly was the kingly way. No matter what, I was willing to serve Beiling until my death." Zhao Yiwen said this, sighed, shook his head and said: "In recent years, watching the people's families broken up, clothes and food scarce, I often wondered why I was so persistent?"

"It would be great if everyone thought like General Zhao, but some people don't think so." Xiao Yue said: "Yebai has controlled the entire Beiling in recent years. Is General Zhao the only one who thinks he is wrong?"

"Everyone wants to protect himself." Zhao Yiwen said.

"Next, what is General Zhao going to do?" Yuan Hui asked.

"As for me, I'm waiting for an opportunity." After Zhao Yiwen finished speaking, he looked at Xiao Yin and said, "Actually, I get along quite well with Lord Ci Xin, the national teacher of the Great Wei Dynasty. A few days ago, he passed by my Haitian City on his way north and stayed in the city for one night. We chatted all night. As he said, being loyal to someone depends on whether it is worth it. In one's life, only by choosing the right person can one live a worthwhile life." "

Xiao Qinglong's skill is really good. It seems that the skill of teasing those women on weekdays and passing through the flowers without getting a single leaf on him is not bad to learn. It can be used after all." When baby Ruoxi heard Zhao Yiwen mention Ci Xin, she missed that guy a little.

The demon is not only good-looking, but also devoted to his uncle and mother, especially to her. Baby Ruoxi feels that if she had met such a person in her previous life, she would have become friends with him and entrusted her life to him.

It's just a pity that she was alone in her previous life and was too lonely.

Xiao Yin was also very happy to feel the recognition from Xiao Xier. He turned his head to glance at his sister and found that his sister did not pay attention to Xiao Xier's thoughts, but was in deep thought.

At night, Xiao Yin and Xiao Yue lived in the City Lord's Mansion.

There was a messy sound in the backyard.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Yiwen looked up and looked outside, and scolded softly.

"Sir, we are catching chickens." The servant hurried over to answer.

"Is the madam picking vegetables? I'll help." Xiao Yue got up and went to the yard to pick vegetables with the city lord's wife.

"Oh, Princess, how can I ask you to do these things?" The city lord's wife exclaimed immediately.

"It's okay, I can do all these." Xiaoyue smiled and helped Dongju to cook for the city lord's wife.

The city lord's mansion only has an elderly housekeeper and a young servant. Usually, the young man has to do many things and is responsible for running errands for the city lord.

"Does the lady usually cook for herself? Don't you have a maid?" Dongju turned her head and took a look. It seemed that it was what she said.

Moreover, the city lord's wife was very efficient in doing things. She cooked in one go and looked like she was always working.

"The maid got married. It was too hard for her to live in this mansion. So I asked her to find a good man and marry him early. Although her life was a little hard, she could live her own life. She would come back to see me." Mrs. Zhao said with a smile.

"As a hero who protected the country and a city lord, his family could have fallen to such a state. Doesn't the Emperor of Beiling have any ideas?" Dongju was getting angrier and angrier. She gritted her teeth and said, "I want to go to the capital to see if the emperor is the same."

"Dongju." Nanny Jin was holding the little princess beside her. When she heard Dongju say this, she immediately called out softly.

"The emperor naturally has his own ideas." Mrs. Zhao shook her head and smiled bitterly.

Her husband had outstanding military achievements and kept the Tatars out of the pass for so many years. As a result, the emperor gave an order and opened the pass again, allowing the Tatars to enter the capital.

"I was wondering why the Tatars were causing trouble in Haitian City." Yuan Hui nodded and said, "It seems that they are coming for General Zhao!"

"I know that too." Zhao Yiwen smiled and said, "But if they want to deal with me, it depends on their ability."

The dinner was simple.

However, it can be seen that it is the best in the city lord's mansion.

Zhao Yiwen's two children stared at the chicken.

However, Madam Zhao still took them away.

"Hey, that little child seems to have a problem!" Baby Ruoxi just turned around and saw Madam Zhao leaving with the child. She looked at the little child, who was shrouded in a brown aura of illness.

Xiaoyue's hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly, and she raised her eyes to look at Xiao Yin.

The brother and sister lowered their eyes tacitly, with some calculations in their hearts.

Haitian City is really poor. Because it is too close to the capital, the wealthy local gentry are unwilling to stay in Haitian City. The only people left in Haitian City are the poor people who cannot escape the imperial power.

After Zhao Yiwen and the others went back to their rooms to rest, Xiaoyue and Xiaoyin discussed it, and Jingen followed them. The two of them went out to the city's medicine shop.

"These are all medicinal materials for treating lung diseases, and they are so strong. Are they for the young master of the city lord's mansion?" The drugstore clerk asked while picking up the medicine.

"Did you know that the young master of the Zhao family is sick?" Xiaoyue asked curiously.

"Everyone in this city knows that the second son of the city lord is ill. Our pharmacy has already donated a lot of medicinal materials to the city lord." The young man pointed to the account book next to him and said, "However, the shopkeeper said that he only needs to look at this account book and burn it later. He must not ask the city lord for it."

"I'll give you a 500 tael silver note. From now on, remember to deliver the medicine for the second son of the Zhao family on time." Xiao Yue handed over a silver note and said.

According to the account book, Zhao Yiwen owed the pharmacy about 30 taels of silver. Her 500 taels were enough for the child's medicine.

"This, this can't be taken, young lady, you don't know, we don't keep accounts, but the city lord's wife would look at the account book every time she came. She said that only in this way would she know how much money her family owed." The young man immediately pushed the banknote back and said, "Young lady, you don't know, no matter how poor or difficult our situation is, we are not as difficult as the city lord's family. We will not accept his money, and we shouldn't accept your money either."

Xiao Yue then learned that when Mrs. Zhao gave birth to her second son, she was at the border of Mobei. In order not to distract her husband who was on the battlefield, she delivered the baby herself, but accidentally fainted. It was freezing cold at the time, and the child was frostbitten.

Over the years, both Zhao Yiwen and his wife felt guilty towards their child, so they gave their all and took extra care of the child.