Fortunately, the Zhao family members were good at setting up their tents, and they got them up and running quickly.
Seeing that the Zhao family had nothing, and not knowing who they had gone to, Zhang Rong quickly had someone bring them a lot of planks and wood.
"Old Master, Old Madam, there aren't any extra beds in the yamen. We'll have to make do with these boards for now. It's better than sleeping directly on the floor."
It just rained, the ground is still wet, don't let it get damp.
People have already been sent over to your house and scattered medicinal powder around the collapsed house.
Over the next few days, some officers from the yamen will be there to keep watch and prevent any accidents from happening.
The authorities have already offered a reward for the snake catcher, and I believe this scourge will be resolved soon.
Zhao Qianci quickly thanked Zhang Rong on behalf of his family. Before Zhang Rong left, Zhao Qingyan even took out two jars of chili sauce from the box.
One jar was given to Lord Duan, and the other to Zhang Rong.
It's a small gift but a big sentiment; as for whether it's truly delicious, you'll have to taste it to know.
With the planks and wood that Zhang Rong brought, the bed was quickly set up. Early in the morning, without eating anything, they hurriedly fled for their lives.
I took out my own small pot, used the water from the water bag to cook four pounds of noodles, and added some dried meat and dried vegetables. The taste was alright.
The news that a farming family had come to the back garden naturally reached Madam Duan's ears.
When a person is idle, they tend to overthink things.
“Nanny, what do you think the master was thinking? How could he allow that family to move into the back garden?”
If they are someone very important, shouldn't they be invited to stay at our residence?
Even though we all live in tents now, there are still differences between tents.
Although the garden is abandoned, it is still the prefect's backyard. Letting this family live here is truly unreasonable.”
The wet nurse, Qiao Ruyi, knew that her young mistress's petty nature had struck again.
"Madam, the master has his own plans."
Just think about it, our backyard is completely bare and desolate.
Furthermore, that garden is separate from our proper backyard. It can hardly be considered a proper inner courtyard anymore.
So, this family wasn't very close to the master, nor were they particularly important.
There's an earthquake going on now, and things are very chaotic outside.
I reckon it's highly likely that it's a family member of one of the constables.
Madam, it is most important to take good care of the young master and young lady, and not let them hide here and there.
Later, I'll go check on them again and see what kind of family they are.
Madam Duan wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief, nodded, and then remembered her son.
"Rui-ge'er, Rui-ge'er, where are you? Come to your mother's place and have some fruit."
Normally, this little guy will appear as soon as I call him, so what's wrong with him today?
Suddenly my heart skipped a beat, and I quickly got up.
"Nanny, quick, Ruige'er, Ruige'er is missing! Look for him quickly!"
Now that her son was gone, she had no time to wonder if her husband was having an affair.
Just as he was about to leave, he thought of his younger daughter and quickly picked her up and held her in his arms.
At that moment, she trusted no one and only felt at ease when she held her child in her arms.
Although the yamen was very busy, the maids and servants in the prefect's backyard still had to perform their duties. When they heard that the young master was missing, they were alarmed and set off to search for him.
Zhao Qingyang had just taken the noodles her sister handed her and was enjoying them with relish, her eyes scanning the abandoned garden.
I saw a little boy in brocade clothes standing at the garden gate not far away.
"Sis, sis, there's a kid over there. Is he hungry? Should we offer him some noodles?"
The Zhao family members all turned their eyes to the little boy.
When it comes to dealing with children, only Zhao Qingyan can handle it.
"Little brother, what's your name? How did you get here?"
The little boy looked to be about five or six years old, with chubby little faces that made you want to pinch them.
After hesitating for a moment, she thought to herself, "This woman has such a nice voice, she probably isn't a bad person, right?"
"Sister, my name is Duan Chongrui. How did you get into my garden?" the little guy asked in confusion.
Well, there's no need to even ask. His surname is Duan, and he lives in the prefect's backyard. He's either Lord Duan's son, grandson, or a relative.
Lord Duan: Am I that old?
Zhao Qingyan: My apologies, please forgive my poor eyesight.
We have to answer whatever the young master asks; we can't underestimate these mischievous kids.
"Sister, I'll call you Chongrui. We are ordinary people in this city. Last night, the earth shook and our house collapsed."
Having nowhere to live, they fled to seek refuge.
It just so happens that Lord Duan is a kind-hearted man who cares deeply for the people. Seeing our pitiful state, he took us in and allowed us to stay in this garden for a few days.
Zhao Qingyan tried to speak slowly so that the children could understand.
This little guy actually understood!
"Alright, since it was your father who let you move in, then you can stay here."
I just saw that young man eating from a bowl. What are you eating? It smells delicious!
Well, this little guy is here to freeload a meal.
But is it acceptable for the prefect's son to eat at home?
Duan Chongrui walked past Zhao Qingyan and stood in front of Zhao Qingyang, his eyes fixed on the noodles in the bowl.
Zhao Qingyang was now caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to eat or not. Looking at the little guy, who wasn't even as big as his younger brother, he unconsciously raised his bowl.
Would you like something to eat?
Duan Chongrui's eyes sparkled, and he grinned, "Can I eat it?"
Zhao Qingyang nodded, and Huang quickly grabbed a bowl and served the little guy another bowl of noodles.
I added a few extra pieces of dried meat and an egg.
The little guy, holding a bowl bigger than his own face, sat down next to Zhao Qingyang and clumsily picked up his chopsticks to start eating.
He smacked his lips as he ate.
"It's so delicious! I've never had such delicious noodles before."
"This meat is delicious, and this egg is delicious too..."
Nothing tasted bad from this little guy's mouth, which made the Zhao family very curious about what the prefect's family ate all day long.
Why did you turn this young master into someone who's never seen the world before?
Seeing that the little guy wasn't using chopsticks very well, Zhao Qingyang demonstrated for him.
"Look, this is how you hold chopsticks. These fingers need to coordinate and work together. See, like this."
Take your time, don't rush. Once you learn how to use chopsticks, you'll be able to pick up whatever you want to eat.
Duan Chongrui nodded happily.
"Yes, once I learn how to use chopsticks, I can pick up whatever I want to eat."
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