The Blessed

Ling village, belonging to the Datong town, situated in the central south area of Qing Dynasty. Datong town was neither too big nor too small. Due to its special geographical environment, the water and land transportation was quite developed, and many businessmen came and went, but Datong town, even the whole Qingyang county was not very rich, the main cause was nearly half of the land was wasted due to the inland sea tributaries

Having bumped almost half an hour on the way, Ling Jingxuan and others finally made it to the town. Because today was the fair day, people always set up their stalls very early. The shops on both sides of the bluestone road also opened early and welcomed the coming and going customers. It was the first time for both Ling Jingxuan and the two buns who were sitting on the cart went to the fair in the town. Ling Jingxuan was nothing but only felt a bit curious at most. You should ask him what he hadn’t seen in his previous life. But the two buns were different, with four busy eyes looking everywhere, only wishing they could jump off the cart and wander around the whole Datong Town.

"Brother Zhao, where are we heading to?"

Rubbing the small bun’s head, Ling Jingxuan looked up at Zhao Dalong who was sitting ahead. They had entered the market for a while, right?

"We will send you directly to the fish market. In recent years, under Magistrate Hu's governing, Datong town has changed from what it used to be. Every kind of goods has its special section. The fish market is innermost.”

It was Han Fei, not Zhao Dalong, who answered him.

"Well, this Magistrate Hu is a capable one, but isn't a magistrate usually in position for three years? I remember he was appointed to Qingyang County five years ago. Why is he still in office now?"

Things would be orderly with plans. Five years ago if it hadn't been for him, the original owner and the buns would have already died. An ancient man who could have done so was considered highly competent.

"Alas, you know, no one is up there. Magistrate Hu is really a good official. At the end of the three-year term, we all thought he would be promoted. But…”

Speaking of which, Han Fei could not help sighing repeatedly. Magistrate Hu was a good official for the country and the people, which was really a pity…

"Shush! You’d get us in trouble if other hear it."

Zhao Dalong, who had always been silent, turned his head and reproached him quietly. Han Fei moved his lips, but finally said no more. Indeed, it is not their position to discuss the affairs of the officials.

"Hehe..."

Seeing this, Ling Jingxuan wore a smile. He could understand Zhao Dalong's behavior, officials all covered each other since ancient times. No one didn’t know that, but no one dared to say it out, because the consequences were not that ordinary people can take.

"Jingpeng? Jingxuan! What brings you here?"

When passing a grocery store, a young man who just sent off the guests suddenly stopped them. the moment he saw Ling Jingxuan, a strange feeling clearly flashed on that man’s fair and mild face, then raised a warm and bright smile. With a light glance, Ling Jingxuan instantly recognized who he is, the second son of his big uncle, Ling Jingwei, two years older than he. Having gone to school for a few years, he worked as an apprentice in the grocery store, later married the daughter of the shop owner and became the bookkeeper.

"Brother Jingwei."

Ling Jingpeng gave a look at Ling Jingxuan not very naturally, scratching his head while responding with an ‘hmm’.

"Are they Ling Wen and Ling Wu? So cute. Wait, wait, wait..."

Ling Jingwei did not seem to mind their alienation, touched the children's heads, smiling, and then turned back into the shop in a hurry, and rushed out again in less than a few minutes, stuffed three oil paper bags into to three buns’ hands, "These are some osmanthus cakes. You can eat it when you are hungry."

"No, thanks. We're not hungry."

Avoiding his hand, three buns refused him, face blushed.

"Well... Jingxuan?"

Ling Jingwei looked a bit embarrassed, looking over at Ling Jingxuan who hadn’t spoken anything for help.

"Take it."

"Thank you, uncle!"

With Ling Jingxuan’s permission, Ling Wen and the other two buns no longer refused, they took it after a bit hesitation. Ling Jingwei can not help but smile again, looking at Ling Wen and Ling Wu with kind of screwy and creepy affection, which was all seen by Ling Jingxuan, "Brother Jingwei, we still have things to do. We’ll talk about the old days again when we have time.”

While he said so, Zhao Dalong already whipped to drive the cart, even giving him no opportunity to say no. Ling Jingwei had been standing at the door of the shop, until the cart mixed in the sea of people, he turned back to the shop with his fists clenched.

"Ge, don't be too close to Jingwei, he..."

Ling Jingpeng swallowed back his words as his eyes swept to the little buns, whose young face was written with bewilderment and entanglement.

"Hehe... Let’s talk about it after going home."

Ling Jingwei looked quite enthusiastic on the surface, but if carefully pondering his words, it was full of loopholes. Who doesn’t take him and the two children as monsters? They only wished they would die, so they could get rid of such a big shame, while Ling Jingwei, the first time they met, he sent them food, whose performance was a little way too much. Although he temporarily could not guess his real purpose, but… if he got calculated by that thing, he Ling Jingxuan should really bump into the wall and kill himself.