Chapter 68: A Few Words to Unlock the Childlike Heart
Seeing a round object falling out, Jia Baoyu paused and looked subconsciously.
However, he only saw a half-burnt human head lying on the ground. From the broken neck covered with blood and rotten flesh, a milky white trachea protruded, swaying gently in the cold wind of early spring, as if waving to him!
“Ho…ho ho…”
Jia Baoyu's eyes suddenly widened, he uttered a few muffled "ho ho" sounds, and fell backwards like a wooden stake - there were stone steps behind him, and if he fell hard, his brains might be knocked out!
Fortunately, when Sun Shaozong saw the man's head fall to the ground, he realized that something was wrong, and rushed forward in two steps and grabbed Jia Baoyu, thus preventing him from ending up with his head smashed to pieces.
As soon as he straightened Jia Baoyu, he heard the muffled "ho ho" sound from his mouth, which had turned into "crunching" sounds. Sun Shaozong immediately pulled off the sachet from his waist, pinched his mouth open, and forcibly stuffed the sachet into his mouth.
The purpose of doing this is, firstly, to prevent Jia Baoyu from biting his tongue, and secondly, the sachet contains Chinese medicine that can refresh the mind, which is just right for his current symptoms.
After making sure that Jia Baoyu would not be in any other danger for the time being, Sun Shaozong turned around and shouted, "Why are you all standing there like idiots?! Hurry up and put the body in the coffin!"
Several yamen runners, as if they had been pardoned, hurriedly picked up the head and stuffed it back into the sheets. Then they carefully lifted the wooden board and hurried down the stairs.
At this time, Jia Lian finally mustered up the courage to move closer. Seeing Baoyu's limbs twitching and his eyes turning white, he stamped his feet and shouted anxiously: "Baoyu? Baoyu! I told you not to be stubborn, but you insisted... Baoyu! Why don't you open your eyes and answer your brother!"
After shouting for a while, he realized that Sun Shaozong had been rubbing Baoyu's chest and philtrum, and couldn't help but wonder: "Erlang, do you know medical skills?"
Of course, he didn't have any medical skills, but Sun Shaozong had worked as a criminal police for more than ten years and knew some first aid methods.
Not long after, Jia Baoyu woke up slowly under his rubbing. He looked around blankly, but there was no focus in his eyes.
Sun Shaozong hurriedly pulled the sachet out of his mouth, raised three fingers and asked, "Tell me what number this is!"
Baoyu stared at his fingers in a daze for a long while, and then his eyes gradually brightened up. He said weakly: "These are three...three fingers."
Sun Shaozong immediately breathed a sigh of relief, handed him over to Xing'er and Zhao'er to support him, and said with a smile: "Since he can still count, there shouldn't be any serious problems. When you go back, ask the doctor to prescribe some Qi-boosting and nerve-soothing soups, and have someone take care of him day and night."
Jia Lian also put his heart back in his stomach. He first thanked Sun Shaozong profusely, then put on a stern face and ordered Long'er to borrow a carriage from the Daxing County Government and escort Baoyu back home for good treatment and recuperation.
Who would have thought that when Long'er borrowed the carriage, Jia Baoyu, who had recovered a little, refused to get in the carriage no matter what. He only said that he had made a promise in front of his sisters that he would personally capture and bury this "Smart Child", otherwise he would not have the face to return home to see people.
Jia Lian expressed his willingness to take care of his funeral, but Jia Baoyu was still stubborn and refused, saying some nonsense like "I will never burden others". Jia Lian was so angry that he was jumping up and down, but there was nothing he could do about him.
Seeing the two brothers deadlocked in front of the county government office, attracting more and more onlookers, Sun Shaozong sighed secretly, and had to come out and say with a smile: "Brother Baoyu has already bought the coffin, and hired mourners, feng shui masters, and ritual masters, so shouldn't the funeral be handled in an orderly manner? Why should Second Brother take away his credit?"
Jia Lian and Baoyu were both stunned when they heard this, and then they heard Sun Shaozong continue: "As the saying goes, 'a son of a wealthy family should not sit in the hall'. As long as you can command the servants around you, it doesn't matter whether you are in Yizhuang or in Jia Mansion. Brother Bao, you can go back to the mansion to recuperate. Just tell the servants to come to you to solve any difficulties."
These words put the initiative of handling the funeral back in Jia Baoyu's hands, which made Baoyu somewhat interested.
only……
He had just made such a fool of himself in public, and now that he was returning home in a hurry, he still felt a little embarrassed.
Just when he was in a dilemma, he heard Sun Shaozong laughing again: "In the past, I always thought that brother Baoyu was born weak and didn't seem to be responsible, but his performance today made me look at him differently - most teenagers would wet their boots after seeing that bloody head, but brother Baoyu was just distracted for a moment, and then he thought about the funeral of his friend again. He is really affectionate, righteous and responsible!"
As he spoke, he patted Jia Baoyu on the shoulder and said seriously, "I won't say much else. When you get better, come to my house and have a few drinks!"
When Jia Baoyu was slapped by him, he felt as if his bones had become two taels lighter, and his face turned from pale to red - but this redness was not only seven parts excitement, but also three parts shame, because although he did not pee in his boots, a large area of his cotton trousers was still wet, but the clothes underneath were too thick, so they were not soaked through.
However, Jia Baoyu would naturally not take the initiative to announce such an embarrassing secret.
He then bowed his hands , pretending to be heroic, and said, "Since Brother Sun has invited me, how dare I not obey?!"
Tsk~
To deal with naughty children, you still have to rely on the word "coaxing".
As long as you get their pulse right, even a stubborn donkey can be tricked into becoming a lapdog!
--Dividing line--
After seeing off Jia Baoyu, who kept calling him "Second Brother Sun", Sun Shaozong saw that it was getting late, so he urged his horse back to his own residence.
When he arrived near Sun's mansion, he saw a dozen servants waiting at the door. When they saw him return on horseback, they all cheered and shouted:
"The Second Master has returned home!"
"The Second Master is back in his bullfighting costume!"
"Second Master..."
Someone else picked up firecrackers with a pole and started setting them off in the middle of the street. There was a long string with no beginning or end, and I had no idea how many firecrackers were connected together.
This was not unexpected by Sun Shaozong. He only gave out a few "Bullfighting Clothes" every year, and this time it was given to him as a sixth-rank judge as an exception. Given his cheap elder brother's personality, it would be strange if he didn't celebrate with great fanfare.
As soon as he dismounted from the horse, groups of servants came forward to congratulate him.
However, Sun Shaozong only responded briefly to the prominent ones and then went straight into the mansion.
As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he heard a burst of laughter from inside, and then saw Sun Shaozu greet him happily, holding his younger brother in his arms, patting his back and saying proudly: "Good brother, you have made me proud again today!"
As he said that, he took two steps back, looked Sun Shaozong up and down for a long while, and praised him: "It is true that 'clothes make the man, and gold makes the Buddha'. When I get the job of the third-rank commander, I will also get something like this to wear!"
His words reminded Sun Shaozong of something that was on his mind.
In order to move up a position, this cheap big brother has been spending money all over the streets recently. Sun Shaozong alone knows that he has spent no less than 30,000 or 40,000 taels of silver!
But how could he, a poor man who inherited the title halfway, have so much wealth? !
