Zhao Wu took a car back to Qingdong City. Along the way, he thought about it and felt that Zheng Yeheng was really an eyesore.
I didn't expect that even after hiding in a border city of Jing State, I still had to deal with people from the Jing State royal family. However, Prince Dingyuan's situation was not very good, otherwise he would not be sent out with the title of "Dingyuan".
Still a landless one.
If he doesn't capture a city, this title will just be floating on the surface. I'm afraid he won't even have a royal palace in Kyoto.
Haha, you are still mocking me, asking who is better than who.
Looking at the current situation of Shengyun City, there are probably dozens of chaotic forces inside. How can he fight them?
Refugees, rebels, former members of the Yunze Kingdom, bandits, and mountain bandits, each team is complicated. It is already difficult to set up camp between Shengyun City and Qingdong City. As for the others, they can only dream about it.
However, Wang Yi is currently camping near the military camp, so we should find a way to help her move to the city.
After this bandit incident, they should also realize that it is not as safe outside the city as inside.
When the time comes, let Zheng Yeheng starve outside the city.
By evening, a new tent had been set up.
The materials were brought from the military camp, and the quality was far superior to Wang Yi and the others' residence. There were two beds inside, which belonged to Uncle Sun and Mo Xin.
Zheng Yeheng and Mo Naihe have an old acquaintance, and he is somewhat worried about Mo Xin's condition, but he is more worried about Wang Yi.
Both Madam Mo and the young master were extremely mentally fragile. I heard that Madam Mo had even attempted suicide before.
If something happens to the young master of the Mo family, Wang Yi will not be able to get rid of this trouble.
Wang Yi drove everyone out and personally helped Mo Xin spread out his bedding.
"Master Mo, is it okay to sleep here?"
Mosin is nine years old. He lowered his head and was a little uncomfortable with the new environment. He curled up in his bed stiffly, his big eyes looking to the side blankly.
"It's okay if you don't want to answer me. Are you hungry?"
Mosin still said nothing.
It was getting dark outside, and Wang Yi had not eaten since leaving the city.
"Then I'll go get some food and call you later?"
Mosin still lowered his head.
Wang Yi stood up and left. Before she even left the tent, she heard Mosin's mosquito-like voice: "Didn't you say you could see the stars while you sleep?"
If Wang Yi's physical fitness had not improved a lot, she would definitely not be able to hear this sound.
"Master Mo, you want to see the stars? We have it right here. I'm going to build a bonfire and cook some food. Otherwise, why don't you come with me?"
Wang Yi kept his composure and waited for him for more than ten seconds. Sure enough, Mo Xin finally came to his senses.
Those with a long reflex arc can run around the camp three times.
"good."
He didn't move after he finished speaking. Uncle Sun was afraid that Wang Yi would be anxious, but when he saw that Wang Yi was not anxious or angry, he felt relieved.
He just followed behind. As long as the young master's safety could be guaranteed, he would not get too involved. This was what the city lord had told him before he came.
Sure enough, it took a long time before Mosin got up from the bed.
Wang Yi simply reached out and pulled the young master's arm, smiling and saying, "From now on, just call me Auntie like the girls in my camp. I'll roast some sweet potatoes for you. They're fragrant and sweet, and you've definitely never tasted them before. Let's go. Uncle Sun, come and have some too."
After saying that, he left with Mosin like the wind, with a smile on his face.
As long as he doesn't completely resist this place, there is still hope.
Wang Yi doesn't know much about autism, but she has read related reports because the son of her company's boss had this condition in her previous life.
In order to get the position of supervisor, she worked hard and studied hard, and finally got her boss's son to recognize her as his godmother. The boss then became her close friend, and the position of supervisor was secured.
Having children creates a vulnerability, and this was one of the key factors that convinced Wang Yi to remain single and childless. Her boss, a woman so capable, single-handedly founded a company after divorce, successfully IPOed it, and ultimately, overwhelmed by her son, drank herself to drown her sorrows.
She had seen too much of this kind of pain.
Mosin does not have any obvious features such as wide-set eyes and a large forehead, which means that he is also at the outermost and most marginal part of the spectrum. For such children with impure autism, many of their problems have disappeared or faded by the age of nine, and they are generally the same as normal people.
Perhaps some sensory integration imbalances can gradually fade away around the age of eleven or twelve.
In short, guiding him to develop an interest in the outside world and slightly stimulating his brain area will help his condition.
All Wang Yi can do is guide him wholeheartedly and stimulate his brain.
Night falls and the bonfire is lit.
Wang Yi buried a large pile of sweet potatoes near the fire. Although there were many of them, there were also many people, and both children and adults were greedy for them.
In fact, Mo Naihe had asked Wang Yi and the others if they wanted to take some fresh meat, such as mutton, when they were leaving the city. The noble city lord would naturally not eat something as dirty as pig, but Wang Yi also refused.
Wang Yi really wanted to eat mutton, especially at this time. It would be so wonderful if he could roast a whole lamb on the campfire.
She's been eating a lot of food these days, but she can't eat cumin.
A sheep without cumin is like a skeleton without a soul, always losing its most unique feature, so Wang Yi doesn't appreciate it as much.
Besides, it was the first time that Mosin came to the camp with her. If he were to directly participate in a roasted whole lamb party where he could not fit in at all, he would probably be so scared that he would hide in the tent and not come out.
Baking sweet potatoes is easy.
Because of Mosin, no one gathered around. Only the seventh brother came over. He was still a little attached to his mother, but he was still older than Mosin. He just sat quietly by the side watching the fire, but soon he couldn't stand the loneliness and ran to the fifth brother's tent to listen to his fifth brother's speech.
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