PDLP Chapter 131 Southwest Earthquake
Chapter 131 Southwest Earthquake
Yu Chaosheng smiled and bowed to Cheng Hai, "Hello, Master."
Cheng Hai said "hmm" lightly, pulled out the dagger he usually used from his waist and handed it over, "Gift for meeting."
Yu Chaosheng took it with both hands and put it solemnly into his bag.
I, Pan Yingying, deliberately avoided looking at Cheng Hai and just kept asking Zhao to arrange these slaves.
First, take them to eat a hot meal, and then mobilize the women in each family to use sewing machines to make a batch of coarse cloth jackets as soon as possible. As for shoes, they can be purchased in the system mall.
In fact, it is more cost-effective to do it now, mainly because there is no room for manpower.
The 17 mixed-race teenagers were no longer on the verge of death, but they had not recovered for a while and could not do heavy work. They did not dare to sit idle for fear of being despised by such a good owner, so they dragged their sick bodies to the construction site to set up a pot to boil water.
Seeing the bustling scene in the village, the skinny slaves looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
It was Zhao who arranged the work with a few old ladies. The young and strong were assigned to repair the wall on all four sides. The women were also divided into four groups, responsible for steaming buns and stewing bone soup. The elderly and children were temporarily tasked with collecting firewood.
??There was no time to build a house, so Pan Yingying first bought 1000 large tents from the system mall as an emergency measure.
"Pan Yingying, happy birthday." Cai Gongyou smiled and held a photo album in his hand.
That man is so mean, he deliberately made me cry, not just to make fun of me.
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As I said this, I secretly raised my hand to wipe away the cold tears from my face.
We were all slaves bought back from Funing City. When the weather was hot and we had finished planting the fields, we were assigned to guard the gate.
??A month ago, the ten-meter-high and 50-centimeter-thick wall was finally built after the unremitting efforts of the family.
?Seven years ago, Taoyuan Village would have interfered whether we left or stayed.
Yu Chaosheng curled his lips. Did you hear everything? The eldest child was crying very! softly!
Since we knew that Yaocheng was sending troops to Ningyuan, people from outside the village have been training much harder, especially the purchased slaves, whose sleep talk was all "stab, pick, stab, kill", which was enough to show how deep our hatred for the Tartars was.
We know that those who are sent to Ningyuan have a slight chance of coming back alive, but who can say for sure?
It was a letter, a handwritten letter written by Yu Wen Di to Xiao Baicheng.
Cheng Hai also forced Yu Chaosheng and I to get up as soon as the rooster crowed to practice martial arts every day.
"Let him close his eyes first." Yu Chaosheng pulled me to sit under the kang.
??Pan Yingying quarreled with you for the first time in her life, and gave you a resentful look, "Cai Gongyou, does he love you to death?"
?Yu Chaosheng still said the same thing, Taoyuan Village absolutely does not allow an illiterate person to appear!
Yu Chaosheng: …
??Yu Chaosheng pursed his lips secretly, picked up the Polaroid camera, pointed it at me and pressed the slow shutter speed. A photo of Pan Yingying crying while opening a gift came out.
Yaocheng sent out 10,000 troops, led by a general named Chen.
Several old men exclaimed, and bowed to the soldiers, "Congratulations to the soldiers on their triumphant return!"
Pairs of soldiers passed through the city wall, startling several old men who were playing chess while guarding the north gate.
Pan Yingying opened her eyes as she was told. There was a big cake under the kang table behind her, with eight lit candles under the cake.
Along with the letter, there was a piece of news that Xiao Shan had not yet revealed.
Pan Yingying retorted in a muffled voice, "Who is crying? You don't have a cold, your throat is just feeling better!"
Time passed quickly, and soon it was the day when Xiao Shan sent people to Ningyuan.
I never thought that man would make up for my eighty years of birthdays.
??I took it apart for a long time, with my mouth slightly grinning, and I noticed that my tears were flowing for a long time.
??Yu Chaosheng: ???
There was a pile of carefully wrapped gifts under the kang, no less than 30 of them.
Cai Gongyou did not celebrate my 19th birthday according to that body, but according to my 30th birthday after traveling through time.
If that man loves me so much... wuwuwu...
??As soon as the walls and houses were built, all the people were gathered together for training.
My throat suddenly became unblocked and for a moment I could even speak.
Therefore, Pan Yingying stopped her horse and let the whole village finish training.
"It's bad, stop crying, you little man, you need to be saved." Cai Gongyou patted my back, acting very heartless.
The fearless people could not help but ask the passing soldiers through the iron gate, "Where are you going, sir?"
??What kind of epilepsy is that eldest son having now?
Pan Yingying pulled the man into her arms, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.
After entering the book, Pan Yingying has never celebrated her birthday. My mother died of complications during childbirth. Every year on my birthday, the old man wants to see me, so I never celebrate my birthday.
A long time ago, the Tartars were going to attack Ningyuan City, and Yaocheng would send troops to help.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and then stopped working on building the house.
The soldier smiled and answered.
On the first night after moving into the new house, all the servants had a bad sleep. We were brave enough to see such a ray of light in the dark and gloomy life.
I unpacked the gifts one by one, but there was no game console, sneakers, or sports car keys…
Pan Yingying: ...
Because Pan Yingying met with Xiao Zheng in Cheng Hai's company and obtained the key evidence about the "Eastern Palace Rebellion Case" that year.
??After the slaves were concentrated and assigned to Pan Yingying's place, they were taken to a bad place. Pan Yingying also distributed food to us and told us vaguely that our indentures would be returned seven years ago, and 80% of the food we grew by then would be given to Yu Chaosheng to pay off his debt, 10% would be given to the granary outside the village, and the remaining 80% would be kept for ourselves.
Pan Yingying wanted to keep it simple. She only had a meal with strangers, accepted a wave of gifts, and went back to the house with Yu Chaosheng early. Even Batian was driven away from Honglian.
Pan Yingying hummed in a muffled voice, and first picked up the photo album that Cai Gongyou had put aside. Inside were all our photos. The quality of the pictures taken with the Polaroid camera was not distorted, but very few beautiful and ugly moments were recorded.
Having me here is equal to a surprise for the whole life.
??Everything went according to plan. The new slaves were divided into two shifts, working alternately day and night, and doing literacy work in their free time.
Pan Yingying obediently closed her eyes, her heart beating loudly.
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The ancients got up really early!
On the fourth day of November, two small things happened to Xiaoyu.
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One was that the Tartars sent 100,000 troops to attack Ningyuan, and the other was that an earthquake occurred in the southwest, causing numerous casualties.
"Oh no, oh no, he is crying. Take your time opening the gift and see if he is happy or disgusted."
After a rustling sound, Cai Gongyou's voice sounded again, "It's bad. I can't open my eyes."
That day was also Pan Yingying's body's fourteenth birthday.
It was also that letter that sent the former Crown Prince Xiao Fengyi to hell.
The soldier was a man of few words. He looked at the low wall and saw the old man outside the wall talking to us, so he casually said, "Let's go to Ningyuan to fight the Tartars!"