Happy pastoral concubine

Chapter 135 Xiao Baorui, what is your identity?

When Tang Huanxi heard the word "little fairy", she almost spat out the steamed buns she had just eaten.

Can you imagine a fat man with big ears suddenly leaning his head over and squinting his eyes and calling you a little fairy?
"That Lord Song!" Tang Huanxi suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and said very seriously, "I'm not some little fairy."

"If you're not a god, then how could you have predicted the earthquake in advance?" Song Zhuo, who was a little terrified by Xiao Baorui's sharp eyes, took a step back subconsciously, then looked at Tang Huanxi, and asked seriously, "Xiao Tang, why do you know this?"

"Eh..." Tang Huanxi thought for a second calmly, then looked into his eyes, and said very sincerely, "My lord, I had a dream the night before yesterday, in which a grandfather with a white beard suddenly appeared, and he told There will be an earthquake in my Yunshui County, and they told me the exact time... At first I didn't believe it, but then..."

"In this way, it's just a coincidence?" Song Zhuo stared at her face seriously, and couldn't find the slightest guilty expression on her face, and he was convinced by her reason in an instant.

"If Xiao Baorui hadn't been injured by the earthquake at the third quarter of the next year, we wouldn't have come to the county government to tell your lord this time." Tang Huanxi lowered her eyes slightly, and could not hear the slightest emotion in her low tone. "It's just a pity..."

The earthquake actually caused nearly a thousand casualties, and Tang Huanxi was extremely depressed.

In fact, the earthquake last night was much smaller than modern earthquakes.

If they could prepare in advance, perhaps no one would be injured at all.

"The earthquake has already happened now," Song Zhuo sighed helplessly, his words were full of helplessness and regret, "Xiao Tang, do you have any good methods for earthquake relief? Right now, the entire Yunshui County plus the surrounding area Fifteen villages, the number of casualties has exceeded 1000."

Tang Huanxi subconsciously wanted to tell her what she knew, but at this moment, Xiao Baorui squeezed her palm hard.

She blinked her eyes, her eyes were full of doubts, but in the end she was obedient and didn't say anything.

"Master Song, this matter of earthquake relief should be handed over to the government." Xiao Baorui suddenly said in a deep voice, "Last night, my wife and I kindly reminded you that in the end you not only did not believe our husband and wife's words, but even sent us I was locked in the prison, if it wasn't for this, the lady wouldn't have fainted in a flash of urgency..."

"This, this, this..." Song Zhuo didn't expect Xiao Baorui to question himself, but this man's aura was too strong, and suddenly, his face began to sweat, "This Xiao Baorui, this matter is true. It's my fault..."

"The people don't fight with the officials. Right now, the grass people only hope that Mr. Song can arrange to send me and my wife back early." Xiao Baorui frowned, his tone heavy.

Tang Huanxi was still in a daze until she sat in the spacious carriage.

She always felt that Xiao Baorui who was aggressive just now was not the simple and honest mountain man she knew.

"Xiao Baorui, aren't you some kind of prince living among the people?" Tang Huanxi's mind suddenly flashed some scenes from novels in her previous life. She rested her chin on her left hand and blinked her big watery eyes, which were full of curiosity. "Xiao Baorui, what is your identity?"

(End of this chapter)