On the official road, the fast-moving carriage suddenly stopped.

"Sir, what are your orders?" Shitou, who was in charge of driving the carriage, jumped out of the carriage and asked Jing Heng in the carriage.

Scissors and Dabu, who were following on horseback, also came close, ready to be dispatched at any time.

Jing Heng watched the three of them hesitate to speak, but finally couldn't hold back and asked the question that he had been thinking about all this time: "Do you think the precognitive dream that Zhao Xiuxiu said is true or false?"

Rock, paper, scissors looked at each other, and Rock expressed their opinions:

"Master, according to what we have learned before, it is true that Zhao Xiuxiu has the ability to predict, but the dreams he has are not necessarily prophetic dreams."

To put it bluntly, even if Zhao Xiuxiu has this special ability, its accuracy is still open to question.

Jing Heng didn't say anything and continued to ask: "In your opinion, does the plague she predicted exist?"

Shitou said cautiously: "Sir, according to the instructions of the prophetic dream, the plague originated in Le'an and spread in February. However, there has been no plague in Le'an so far, and there is no news about the epidemic from the local area. It seems that Zhao Xiuxiu is anxious to

Come out of your imagination."

Jing Heng asked again: "If there are infected sick rats, what is the possibility that these sick rats are accidentally killed by cats or people, indirectly blocking a plague?"

When Rock, Paper, Scissors heard this, he thought of what Qin Xiaoxiao said just now at the entrance of the small courtyard, and finally understood why his young master stopped suddenly.

"Haha, this is too mysterious. Even the most famous storyteller in Beijing would not dare to make it up like this!"

It was the first time that Scissor discovered that his young master had such an innocent side. He couldn't control his expression and laughed loudly: "There really is such a cat. I will definitely enshrine it as my ancestor!"

Shitou patted him and asked him to calm down, but he also agreed with his words: "Sir, it is normal for a cat to catch one or two sick rats by chance. It is indeed impossible to catch all the sick rats to stop a plague."

Dabu nodded, agreeing with what the two said.

Jing Heng remained silent, knowing that this was a fantasy, but once such thoughts came up, he could no longer suppress them. Thinking of a certain secret hidden in the little girl, he became more and more doubtful that his guess was correct.

"Tou Shitou, you go back to Qingshan Village...forget it, go back to Beijing!" Jing Heng's instructions were interrupted halfway, and he returned to the car and quickly closed the door.

Rock, Paper, Scissors looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what their young master was thinking. They didn't dare to ask any more questions, let alone delay their return to Beijing, so they drove and rode and headed forward.

On the carriage, Jing Heng looked at the chewed snacks on the plate and fell into deep thought. After a while, he picked up the incomplete snacks with a look of disgust on his face: "You are stupid and stupid, you almost got cheated to death without even knowing it!"

In the small courtyard, Qin Xiaoxiao, who was being chased by two big geese, sneezed unexpectedly. She rubbed her nose and muttered: "Who are you scolding me for?"

Mrs. Miao, who was picking vegetables, heard this and said with a smile: "It must be your grandpa and the others who are talking about you."

Qin Xiao ran over with a smile and picked it up with Mrs. Miao: "The first time I was scolded, the second time I was chanting, I sneezed. Someone must have scolded me."

Mrs. Miao put down the vegetables, touched her granddaughter's palms, and found that she was sweating, so she gathered her clothes up: "You just sweated, so don't let the wind catch the cold."

Feeling the stickiness in her vest, Qin Xiaoxiao twisted uncomfortably and said coquettishly to Mrs. Miao: "Grandma, please boil the bath water and rub it so you won't catch the cold."

"Okay, okay, grandma will wipe it for you." Mrs. Miao naturally obeyed her, stretched out her legs and fished out the small pony not far away, and let the little girl sit down peacefully, so as not to provoke the two silly geese again.

The days after that were not much different from usual. Qin Xiaoxiao still got up early every day and went to Xu Mansion to study. At noon and afternoon, she was taken home by Mrs. Miao to eat and rest.

During this period, Jing Heng wrote several letters to Qin Xiaoxiao. The content of the letters was very monotonous. Most of them were about what fresh food the cook in the house had cooked, and what novel toys appeared on the street, which made Qin Xiaoxiao want to get involved.

Fly over with wings.

Of course, she didn't know much about literacy, so every time Shi Shi came to deliver the letter and read it to her. Her reply was much simpler. When she encountered a word she couldn't write, she would ask Shi Shi for help.
Chapter completed!