The sound of wind, thunder and rain, the sound of cheering, crying and roaring...

Niujiao Town is extremely noisy at night, and all kinds of human emotions are revealed in the wind and rain. Almost everyone expresses their truest feelings because of the arrival of wind and rain.

Water is the source of life. People who have never experienced drought will never know what kind of despair it feels like.

No one can understand the pain of being thirsty to death, which is more cruel than any cruel punishment in the world.

Now that the drought has passed, people have seen the hope of survival and the future, and it also indicates that the world will gradually return to the peace of the past.

A drought brought pain to the world that cannot be described in words. People died of thirst and starvation, and bandits were everywhere. In the long-term drought, I don’t know how many people stayed in that period forever.

The exposed bones in countless places on the earth are witnesses of that painful time.

Now those things have passed, okay, I can finally live.

At the shacks where refugees were housed outside the town, people walked out of their houses and stood in the rain. Some cried bitterly, some looked up to the sky and laughed, and some cried heartbreakingly.

They survived, but many of them had killed their families before. Obviously if they persisted, they would have hope.

The town's yamen are in action, and the police officers and the idlers are even more busy.

Raining is certainly a good thing, but it's winter now, and it's extremely cold after a heavy rain. If we don't treat the victims urgently and kindly, many of them may not survive this night of sudden temperature changes!

Fortunately, everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Tap tap tap tap...

A middle-aged man wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat was running quickly in the rain at night. He was heading out of the town. He didn't have a lantern in his hand and was walking in the dark.

He had obviously fallen a few times before and was covered in mud and water.

When he passed by Yunjing, he didn't notice a puddle under his feet. When he stepped down, mud and water splashed everywhere, and he was about to get wet on Yunjing.

As soon as I thought about it, the splashed mud did not stain the cloud scenery at all.

There happened to be a well-to-do family nearby, with dim lanterns hung on both sides of the door. The hurried man realized that he might have gotten into trouble, so he immediately stopped and said to Yun Jing anxiously: "I'm sorry, young master, it's raining, I want to

I went to the outskirts of the town to tell the news to my dead parents. I left in a hurry and didn’t pay attention. Didn’t I get wet? If I did, I don’t have the money to accompany you. I’ll kneel down for you, okay? Please don’t be the same as me.

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The other party didn't know whether it was because he was cold or because he was scared because he had bumped into the noble man, but his whole body was trembling slightly.

Yun Jing shook his head and said with a smile: "Uncle, please slow down, I'm fine. Don't worry if you're just blinding yourself. Safety is the most important thing."

"Well...thank you for your noble hand, young master, I...I'm leaving first." The other party obviously didn't know how to get along with someone like Yun Jing, so he stammered and left in uneasiness.

Don’t forget to tell Nai Weng when it rains...

Yunjing felt a little sad because he didn't know how many places similar incidents had happened this time.

The man stopped suddenly after walking forward for a hundred or ten meters. He looked back in horror at the direction where he met Yunjing before. He was scared when he was rushing into the noble man before, but now he realized that Yunjing was walking on the road without an umbrella.

, and the rain didn’t touch my body!

Shivering all over his body, he gritted his teeth and headed out of the town. His parents died of thirst and starvation in the drought, so he still wanted to tell them the news of the rain and comfort their souls in heaven. With the blessing of his parents, there is nothing wrong.

Scared.

The wind was still blowing and the rain was still falling. When Yunjing passed by an old locust tree, a branch as thick as his wrist was broken by the wind and fell towards him. Yunjing easily used it and threw it on the roadside out of the way.

The place.

Originally, Yunjing was going to the small courtyard on the outskirts of the town, but when he passed by his own house in the town, which was the first prize in the town for the Jiangzhou imperial examination, he found that several servants of the Wang family were going out.

And Song Yan.

Seeing this scene, Yunjing walked over and said, "Xiao Song, do you want to go out so late?"

"I've met Master Yun," the servants of the Wang family immediately saluted, and Yun Jing nodded in return.

Then Song Yan said: "The young master is back. It's not that I have to go out for something, but I want to find you. I guess the young master is back too. It's like this. Because of the long drought and the rain, Mr. Wang was very excited and sent someone here specially.

Invite the young master to a banquet to celebrate."

Hearing this, Yunjing considered that he hadn't seen Wang Bolin for a while, so he muttered: "That's it, that's just right. I'll go directly there. You should go back and have a rest early. It's raining now, and there will be various things happening early tomorrow morning."

Everyone has to get busy.”

"Master, do you want me to accompany you?" Song Yan hesitated.

Yunjing shook his head and said: "No, I'm such a big man, are you afraid of losing me?"

So Song Yan no longer insisted. The servants sent by Wang Bolin were still waiting nearby. After Yun Jing and the others finished speaking, he motioned to Yun Jing to follow them and lead them the way.

No one present was surprised that Yunjing stood in the rain and refused to absorb the rainwater erosion.

Just as he was about to go, Yunjing stopped and asked Song Yan: "How are you doing with the things you arranged earlier today?"

"Young Master Hui, it's been done. All parties have acted quickly, and all the evildoers have been killed!" Song Yan immediately replied in a deep voice.

Nodding, Yunjing said unmoved: "Okay, I understand, you can go back."

Then he followed the servants of Wang Bolin's family. The servants of Wang's family heard a few words. Although they didn't know what happened, they didn't feel serious and only felt a little timid.

Yunjing asked Song Yan about the follow-up to the gangsters who appeared in Dagoulin in the morning. At that time, Song Yan was asked to go to the princess's house to come forward. Now that it has been done, he only wanted to understand the results, and there was no need to ask about the details.

With the princess's palace coming forward and the state machine running, it would be strange if it couldn't do this well.

After all, Wang Bolin's family is a big family in Niujiao Town, especially through the business partnership with Zhou Jintai over the years. The family has become richer and richer. However, after the drought in the past two years, his family has still been greatly affected. However, Youdao is too thin to die.

Camels are bigger than horses and won't hurt their muscles and bones.

When Yun Jing came to his house, Wang Bolin was enjoying his poetry in the pavilion in the yard.

This guy was dressed in a mink fur coat, with a charcoal fire burning beside him, a table of side dishes and a jug of wine, and a beautiful lady as his companion.

"The dry grass is flying in the wind. Where can I get the nectar to comfort the soul of the dead... What a poem, what a poem. I am happy today and inspired. Can you write it down for me? Haha, I will pick it up from the warehouse tomorrow.

Twenty thousand kilograms of food were given to the victims..."

Wang Bolin composed a poem intoxicated with himself, took a sip of wine after a moment of reflection, and then said to the concubine who was accompanying him.

He was happy, but he didn't seem to be rich and unkind, and he didn't forget the victims outside the town while he was happy.

It turns out that most of his family's property has gone to the county town. Isn't this a drought? It's not peaceful there, so he ran back to Niujiao Town. After all, there is the Princess Mansion here, which is much more peaceful than the county town.

Yunjing stepped into the courtyard and heard Wang Bolin writing a poem. He joked: "Linzi, your limerick is really good. If your husband heard it, I will reward you with two big dick bags, so that you can't do it well."

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"Ha, Ah Jing is here. I didn't have much hope at first, but I didn't expect you to come. Come on, come on, come and sit here." Wang Bolin immediately greeted with joy, and then said to the people around him: "

They are all pigs. What are you doing? Didn’t you see A Jing coming? Go and prepare some wine and food."

After saying that, he rushed out of the pavilion and greeted Yun Jing warmly, regardless of the rain that was still falling. The discerning maid next to him quickly held an umbrella to follow and almost fell down.

After all, they have been good buddies since childhood. They have been friends for so many years, and the relationship has not faded with the passage of time, nor has they become alienated because of someone's higher status. Instead, this rare relationship has become more and more precious.

Many years later, how many of those people who once laughed and laughed are still in contact?

"How dare I not come when Lin Zi invites me, otherwise you might come to my bed and throw two little mice into my bed someday." Yun Jing shook his head and said with a smile.

Standing next to Yun Jing, Wang Bolin said with great envy: "A Jing is still at ease, his martial arts is superb, water and fire are impervious to wind and rain, tsk, I'm so jealous of him."

"You can do it. We learned together at the beginning. Who told you to give up halfway?" Yunjing patted his shoulder and said.

The two walked towards the pavilion. Wang Bolin said: "That's not because I'm tired. Actually, I'm not that envious. Although we can't do it ourselves, we can help others hold umbrellas."

"You're too lazy to forget it." Yunjing couldn't laugh or cry.

After sitting down one after another, Wang Bolin poured wine for Yunjing and changed the subject: "Ajing, don't say that my poems are nonsense. If you have the ability, can you come up with a good one to open my eyes?"

"I think you are deliberately trying to make things difficult for me. Don't you know what our poetry level is like? If we are capable, why don't we write articles?" Yun Jing glanced at him and curled his lips.

"Hahaha, he is a great talent. He is dazzling in everything except his poor poetry. This is enough to keep me entertained for the rest of my life." Wang Bolin was so happy that he couldn't find Bei.

The relationship we have grown up with since childhood is so casual, we can say whatever we want and there is no need to avoid anything.

Yun Jing snorted: "You know nothing, no one is perfect, white jade with slight flaws is the best."

"Okay, okay, I can't talk to you." Wang Bolin didn't talk to him about this. He looked at the wind and rain outside the pavilion and said with emotion: "It's a pity that the fat man and the swordsman are not here. When we grow up, it will be difficult for the brothers."

We all got together, the last time was when Lin Yexing got married."

Yunjing drank a glass of wine and said: "No, now the swordsman has wandered around all day long, and the fat man is working hard for the imperial examination. Looking back, yesterday's joy has been gone for so long..." As he said this, Yunjing suddenly waited for the king.

Berlin said: "Speaking of Lin Zi, when I come you will entertain me with fake wine?"

"What the hell? Fake wine? No way." Wang Bolin was almost numb. He was entertaining his good friends with fake wine. What's the matter? Although it was nothing, he was confused.

Yunjing shrugged and said with a smile: "That's still fake, this wine is watered down."

"Okay, Ah Jing, you said there is something wrong and something is wrong. I'll ask where you bought it tomorrow and I'll blame the store," he said through gritted teeth.

Shaking his head, Yunjing said: "Come on, it's not easy for anyone after such a long drought. The imperial court has already banned grain and wine making. It's good to have something to drink. It won't bring bad luck to others."

"Come on, let him go, profiteer!" Wang Bolin snorted.

Fake wine is still wine. Even though it doesn't taste right, it's still drinkable. Yunjing and the others don't care about it so much anymore because they feel happy because it's raining and they can talk happily.

Wang Bolin drank without blinking. He had been drinking for a while before Yun Jing came, and he was slightly tipsy. Otherwise, he would not have been able to lick his face and ask someone to help him record the poems he had written.

Tsk, after all, times are different. In the words of Yun Jing’s previous life, the ancients drank wine and wrote poems, but today’s people drink it to the point of boasting...
To be continued...