After sending Fu Zhonghan back to the yard next door, Shanshu returned here and walked into An Tingyu's Zhuchun Pavilion.
As soon as he entered the room, he heard Xiao Yunxi's clear voice reading, "In spring, plant a grain of millet, and in autumn, you will get ten thousand seeds. Even though there is no idle land in the world, farmers still starve to death."
"Xi'er, you can recite this poem, but do you know what it means?" An Tingyu asked.
Little Yunxi raised her cute little face and said with a smile: "It means that as long as you sow a seed in spring, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn. There is no land in the world that is left uncultivated. Even hard-working farmers will still starve to death."
"Mom, didn't they grow a lot of food? Why did they still starve to death?" Little Yunxi still couldn't understand this contradictory poem. The first part of the poem clearly meant a bumper harvest. If there was a good harvest, why did people still starve to death? Isn't this too contradictory?
An Tingyu touched his little head and said helplessly: "Xi'er, you have to remember that although there are many hardworking and lovely people in the world, there are also many exploiters who deprive the common people of everything. That's why the common people are complaining bitterly. Some are living a life worse than death, and some may even be worse off than death. In short, this world is not as simple as just having good people. So if you meet such people, you must lend a hand, understand?"
"Will they not starve to death if they stretch out their hands?"
An Tingyu pondered for a moment, then said, "You can say that."
Temporary helping hands can only relieve the immediate crisis, but cannot really help others, so the final outcome may not change. But if you see it but don’t extend your helping hand, then the world is too cold.
"Mom, when will Dad come back? I miss him!" Little Yunxi's eyes suddenly dimmed, and her big black eyes stared straight at An Tingyu, with her little mouth slightly pouted, which made people feel inexplicably distressed and worried.
"Xi'er..."
She had told too many lies to her son, making excuses one after another. When An Tingyu looked at the little face that missed his father, she suddenly ran out of excuses.
"Xi'er, go find him if you miss him! Your father is in Prince Jing's Mansion. I believe he will be happy for you to go there anytime." Shanshu's voice suddenly came out. An Tingyu turned around and looked at the figure who had arrived at some point, and sighed secretly.
"How can you tell this to the child? What if he really wants to go? I definitely can't go to Prince Jing's Mansion, and of course I can't let Xier go alone." She is currently in the middle of an "argument" with Jing Aotian. Little Yunxi is a child. What if he says something that shouldn't be said?
And has Shanshu forgotten that Lianxiang is also in Prince Jing’s Mansion now?
Can Xiao Yunxi be safe?
What if Lianxiang wants to use Xiao Yunxi to threaten her?
As if knowing what she was thinking, Shanshu said calmly: "But you can't always prevent the child from seeing his father, right? The problem between you and Jing Aotian is between the two of you, but Xi'er is Jing Aotian's child. It is natural for a child to see his father. As long as you don't go, Xi'er can go as many times as she wants. Of course, if Xi'er wants to go, someone must be sent to protect her, otherwise you will be worried!"
An Tingyu was simply worried that Lianxiang might discover something, but Xiao Yunxi didn't know about the grudge between them. He was just a child, and Lianxiang wouldn't be on guard against him, so it wasn't impossible for Xiao Yunxi to see Jing Aotian.
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