Chapter 1561： 866 Throw Flowers (1/2)
Someone is waiting to throw flowers, others are waiting to see the show, and the city gates are bustling day by day.
These things spread in Luo Yuecheng. No one cares about what is true and what is false, but there is more gossip after tea.
For Guan Yubai, he doesn't care about these trivial matters.
The new military service system proposed by him and Xiao Yi was tried out in Kailian City, Fuzhong City, Yanding City, Yongjia City, and Dengli City for two years, and since the beginning of the year, it has officially begun to implement this military-civilian integration in other cities. The military system, in the past two months, in addition to teaching Xiao Xiao Yu, Guan Yubai has been busy with the military system.
Occasionally, when he was idle, he would take Xiao Xiaoyu out, go to Shantang, watch the farmers plant the land, and see the civilians dredging and building a dam ...
In the early morning of this day, Guan Yubai and Xiao Yu went to Anxingzhuang, six miles outside the city.
Anxingzhuang is a Zhuangzi used to house veterans.
For those veterans who were injured and disabled on the battlefield and were homeless, Xiao Yi deliberately allocated silver and set up Zhuangzi and fields in several places on the outskirts of Luo Yuecheng to let them live and work in peace and contentment.
Among them, Anxingzhuang is the closest to Luo Yue City.
Guan Yubai didn't notify Zhuangzi over there. Zhuangzi's manager was almost dumbfounded when he learned that the Grand Marshal and Shisun were coming, and ran to Zhuangzi's mouth to meet him at the fastest speed.
But Zhuang Zikou was empty, and someone immediately told him that the Grand Marshal and Shisun took the doctor to Bao Lao Liu's first.
Immediately, the anxiety of the matter was agitated, and he went out of breath to Bao Lao Liu's house. It's not good that Bao Lao Liu's house, in case he shocked the noble, he can't afford it!
The matter of anxiety became more and more urgent, and I was sweating a lot, and I couldn't breathe. I finally saw Bao Laojia, and the doorway was surrounded by three people inside and outside.
”Jean ... Quickly let Jean.”
As the director said, while pushing forward, he heard a milky childish voice in the room and asked with concern: ”Uncle, do you still hurt?”
”It doesn't hurt anymore,” said another rude male voice, flattered. After a pause, he added sincerely, ”It just hurts when it's windy and rainy, and I know it's going to hurt.” It's raining. ”
At this time, the director finally came to the front of the crowd and stood straight outside the threshold and looked inside.
I saw a two or three-year-old boy in blue clothes sitting behind a table of eight immortals in the temple room. The boy wrinkled his poor bun face and said distressedly, ”Father, it always rains in spring ...” Nabobo Doesn't it always hurt?
The boy had distress on his pretty little face, but no panic.
The director was dumbfounded, and his eyes slowly moved to Bao Lao Liu, who was sitting side by side in a restrained manner.
Bao Laoliu is an honest man in his thirties. He lost an arm and destroyed his face five years ago on the battlefield with Baiyue. A raised scar passed through the right eye and the bridge of his nose. Inches are long, the enemy's knife not only made him lose his right eye, but his appearance became horrible, let alone a child, even a lot of grown-ups were afraid.
This little Shisun was only two years old, and the manager was afraid that he would scare Xiaoshisun. Now he is at ease.
Yeah, these are their grandchildren. The Zhennan palace is the world that was killed on the battlefield. Their grandchildren are naturally different from ordinary children. The props raised their backs quite proudly and wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads with their cuffs.
Guan Yubai, who was sitting next to Xiao Xiaoyu, gently rubbed the little boy's soft hair, and then ordered the medic on standby to give Bao Lao Liu a pulse.
Taking advantage of this gap, the director hurriedly crossed the threshold and walked in.
”Have met the grandson, Marshal!” Mr. Ma paid respectfully to Guan Yubai and Xiao Yu Yu. ”The young man is the manager of this Anxingzhuang.”
”No need to be constrained,” Guan Yu smiled at ease, ”Shisun and I are just here to visit the veterans over here.”
In the official language, Bai Qing's temperament is mild, but there is a hint of alienation, but as long as he is willing, it can be convincing and springing.
”Yes, Marshal.” The steward answered quickly, and his stiff body relaxed a bit.
If it was said that the people in South Xinjiang were only hearing the names of the army and Guan Yubai, then the official life of Guan Yubai can be said to have been absent in South Xinjiang since Guan Yubai was officially named as the Marshal and Marshal of South Xinjiang. I don't know if anyone knows, these two months are even the storytellers of the teahouse favorite story.
Marshal came from the door, loyal to the liver, defended the country, and always remembered the veterans who retreated on the battlefield, and so did their grandsons. There is a saying, ”Heroes love each other”, and it is no wonder that the Marshal breaks away from that pedantic Dayu and works for them in southern Xinjiang!
In his thoughts, the manager looked at Guan Yubai and Xiao Xiaoyu's eyes brighter, his expression more diligent, and he saw the goosebumps all over.
Soon, the middle-aged medic also found Bao Lao Liu's pulse. He said that he could give Bao Lao Liu two prescriptions, one for the soup and one for the soup, which could alleviate the break in rainy weather. Pain in the arm.
After hearing that, Xiao Xiaoyu seemed relieved, and then looked at the other with some sympathy. He reached out a small meat paw and patted Lao Liu's hand and said, ”Uncle, you have to drink medicine obediently! ”
The little adult-like sentence said that the old man and a rough man almost burst into tears on the spot, and he was moved by a mess.
After the Bao family sat for about two teas, Kwong Yu-ba and Xiao Yu left and were led by the stewardess. They continued to go to other houses in Zhuangzi, and continued to gossip with the veterans and family members, and also talked about some battlefields. The past ...
Xiao Xiaoyu seemed to listen to the story. He could hear God and didn't seem to notice the ”different” of these people. And he really didn't feel scared. Chu Xiao's father lost one arm and Chu Xiao's grandfather lost one leg, but other than that, they were no different from others.
Throughout the morning, they visited families, and time passed by. After having lunch, the director took Guan Yubai and Xiao Xiaoyu to walk around Zhuangzi, look at the houses in Zhuangzi, look at the fields cultivated by the farmers and veterans, and look at the clear fish ponds ...
Seeing this, Xiao Xiaoyu couldn't bear to leave. He squatted by the pond and watched the fish swimming down the water. Guan Yubai simply explained the fish species to him. In a word, you forget the time.
Until a loud noise came from behind, the official language Bai Xunsheng looked around, and in front of a house outside Bailaizhang, four or five people seemed to be pushing each other, one of them wearing a cyan straight middle-aged scholar thought Get on a carriage while others are trying to persuade obstruction.
The look of the matter changed slightly, and he blurted out: ”Mr. Hui ...”
What can be called ”Mr.” must be someone who is talented in a certain area. The official language brows and asks, ”Who is Mr. Hui?”
The director replied respectfully: ”Mr. Hui is the private teacher in front of me ...” and the only private teacher in Fangyuan Wuli of this village.
”Yu brother, shall we go and see?” Guan Yubai bowed his head and asked Xiao Yu Xiao.
The little guy was also provoked by curiosity, and gave a fragile response, holding one of Guan Yubai's big hands and moving forward.
”Everyone, please let it go. My destiny is over.” The blue-eyed Mr. Hui angrily tried to get rid of an old man.
The old man begged pitifully: ”Mr. Hui, think again! You have been in this private education for seven years. Where can we find another gentleman for a while?”
”Yes, Mr. Hui, please consider again.” The farmers next to me also persuaded.
”Don't say any more, I'm going to return to Jiangnan's hometown!” Mr. Hui frowned displeasingly. ”Zhennan Royal Palace, the chaotic thief also! I don't want to tie up with chaotic thieves! Do you still want to force them to stay I ca n’t make it, is there any king law? !!! It ’s a wild place! ”
Several people looked at each other timidly, and all flinched.
At this moment, a crisp child voice asked curiously: ”Father, what is a chaotic thief?”
Immediately afterwards, another gentle and clear male voice sounded: ”A chaotic thief is a person who does not follow the way of monarchs and ministers, and the way of father and son.”
This question and answer could not help attracting the attention of Mr. Hui and several others, all looked around, and saw that a young Sven man was walking towards this side with a boy with red lips and white teeth.