shock!As soon as he came back, his house was ransacked and he was exiled.

Chapter 22 One Hundred Thousand Whys

Seeing the rain outside the house not letting up at all, Jiang Zhimiao let out a long sigh.

They all say that summer is the rainy season, and this is true at all. This posture may be due to the Dragon King being drunk too much.

An hour later, the rain decreased. Upon seeing this, the government officials immediately ordered to get ready and set off. Everyone responded to the call and hurriedly left the house without daring to refute.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhimiao quickly took out the medicine bottle from the bag, poured out a few dark and round pills, and handed them to everyone in turn.

"This is medicine to treat typhoid fever. Let's all take it first. I don't know if the rain will continue. If you get wet, you will inevitably get sick. Taking it now can play a preventive role." .”

After saying that, Jiang Zhimiao put the medicine bottle into the bag and tied the baggage again. The adults accepted it well, but the three children frowned, as if the pills were poison.

"Okay, don't look like the boss is unhappy. Take the medicine quickly. Don't you listen to my sister? If you don't take this medicine, you will get sick, and you will feel uncomfortable when you are sick. If you are willing to feel uncomfortable, Then I won’t advise you to eat it.”

When the three dolls heard this, they immediately threw the medicine in their hands into their mouths, showing no trace of reluctance.

Outside the door is the corridor. At this time, the rainwater on the roof is falling in series along the eaves of the corridor. The previous rain was really heavy, and deep water accumulated under the corridor. This water flowed into the uneven ground. At this moment Small puddles formed.

It was a gloomy and rainy day, and everyone set off despite the dense drizzle.

Prevention is always good, but I don’t know how effective Bailu’s medicine is. I hope it’s not a fake or shoddy product.

When she was counting the supplies before, she didn't open them and looked at them. She only knew that they were for treating colds, but she thought they were fine.

There is no other medicine in hand, so I can only make do with it, hoping it will be useful.

The light rain fell on a few people and slid down the raincoats, without soaking the clothes at all, at least that was the case for Jiang Zhimiao and the others.

Although in the eyes of outsiders, they look the same as those wearing raincoats, this layer protects the body from water and bubbles, making the whole body very dry.

"It seems that the yamen servant's heart is not too dark. The quality of this raincoat is quite good. I haven't gotten wet even after wearing it. The ten taels of silver were well spent." Xu Yourong touched the dry clothes inside and commented. road.

Mother Wen nodded in agreement: "Indeed, this raincoat is really good. Although ordinary raincoats can shelter from the rain, it will more or less seep in. This raincoat has not gotten wet even after wearing it. It is really good."

Father Wen, who was in shackles, turned his head to look at the women who were chatting happily, and then said: "I guess the craftsmanship of making this coir raincoat is good. I have heard people say before that the coir raincoat made by skilled craftsmen is durable and not easy to leak. It seems to be true.”

Jiang Zhimiao was silent when he heard the words. No matter how good the raincoat is, it is all used to avoid water. If there were no talismans, I am afraid that his body would have been sticky.

There are indeed skilled craftsmen, and there are also highly waterproof raincoats, but it is definitely not the one I am wearing. The ones sold by the yamen are just like ordinary raincoats, and there is nothing special about them.

If there's anything special about it, it's that this raincoat doesn't hurt when worn. Although it's bulky, it's still comfortable.

However, the water-proof talisman cannot cover the whole body. At this moment, their lower bodies were soaked like everyone else.

With a length of only 1.5 meters, only a few children can't get caught in the rain. Adults are not immune at all. Fortunately, their lower bodies are a little wet at most, but this is not the case for others.

Although people wearing raincoats are soaked inside and sticky, they are much better than those who are dry and wet in the rain.

Of course, there are some who have money but are reluctant to buy it. They think it is just a light rain and they can just tolerate it. Unexpectedly, little things add up. After the light rain reaches a certain amount, they will be completely chilled.

Jiang Zhimiao made a rough estimate and found that about two-thirds of the entire team had to carry it on their own. Sure enough, no matter what era, money is the original sin.

Not everyone is as rich as Jiang Zhimiao and the Wen family.

The confiscation of the house was caught off guard. Even if there was a city gate to see him off, many people would abandon the prisoners as if they were nothing. They wished it was okay. How could they give you money?There are still only a few people who send money and gifts. Most of the people in the team have long been abandoned by their relatives and friends, and they have no other choice but to resist.

Jiang Zhimiao quickly withdrew her gaze. She was a human, not a god, and it was impossible for her to save all sentient beings. She only had to guard her one-third of an acre of land and a few people.

With greater ability comes greater responsibility. She has no ability now, so a wise person would do what she can.

With the coir raincoat and the water-proof talisman as a supplement, walking on the winding path like this really feels like walking in the rain.

In this situation, she just wanted to write a poem.

Walking, walking, walking under the continuous rain curtain, taking slow steps to cover the long distance, walking and walking under the misty rain curtain, taking quick steps to cover the short distance, in the particularly big road Under the rain, I walked and walked, taking constant steps to catch up to my death.

If she hadn't praised her, if she hadn't had this ambition, she would have been the number one female lyricist in Daxu. Oh, I missed it, I missed it.

"Sister, what are you thinking about?" Mingzhu put her arm around Jiang Zhimiao's shoulders and asked doubtfully.

"I was thinking that if I wasn't born at the right time, maybe I could still be a poet." Jiang Zhimiao looked at the girl's tender little face and said with regret.

"What is a poet? Is he someone who can be eaten?" Mingzhu touched the end of her dark hair and asked.

Jiang Zhimiao laughed. These are all the same. Is it because she doesn't tell the difference between a flat tongue and a raised tongue?No, she won the first prize in the Little Host Competition held by Garden Kindergarten.

"You don't know this. A lyricist is someone who can write lyrics. Anyone who can write lyrics is a lyricist. It turns out that my sister can write lyrics. She is so amazing!" Minghuai looked with dark eyes. A cardamom girl who is in love with Huhu.

Jiang Zhimiao laughed awkwardly a few times, and won awards after awards. This was something she was proud of, and it had not yet been officially recognized, so it was not worth mentioning.

"What is lyric writing? Why are people who can write lyrics called lyricists? Why do they need to write lyrics?" Mingzhu looked at Jiang Zhimiao with curiosity and asked three questions in a row until she was stopped.

Why, she didn't know why. If she knew, she could go to teach. Silence is golden. When she is speechless, silence is her best disguise.

As long as she pretends well, she can still maintain the tall and majestic image in the hearts of the dolls!

Seeing that Jiang Zhimiao didn't answer, Mingzhu, Minghuai, and Jingming began to discuss, but their current knowledge base was not enough to answer such a profound question.

Jiang Zhimiao has no love for this situation.

She hates it!She hates it when she has nothing to do but writes lyrics!She hated it even though she just wrote the lyrics and said it out loud!Even if she said it, it would lead to a hundred thousand reasons why, she hated it!

The three children were talking non-stop in the arms of the two women, and after thinking for a long time, they couldn't come up with any answers.

Wen Zhuqing stood aside, looking at the girl's disheveled face, he laughed softly, and immediately relieved Jiang Zhimiao.

"Writing lyrics means filling in words according to the basic rhythm and each word card. According to "Wen Xin Diao Long", it is written that a poet is a person who is good at diction. It is precisely because people who are good at diction write words that they are called poets."

"In addition, writing lyrics is a way of expressing one's heart. When words serve as an emotional expression to express what the poet is thinking, they naturally start writing lyrics."

After hearing this, the three little ones suddenly understood. They opened their mouths and looked at him with admiration. We didn't know whether they understood or not, but the admiration in their eyes was not fake at all.

Jiang Zhimiao glanced at the young man gratefully, "I am lucky to have you. She is finally free. She really can't stand the children who are asking for a hundred thousand reasons."

Wen Zhuqing didn't take it seriously. She helped him before, and now he came to the rescue. It was all right.

(End of this chapter)