"Although I am going to the temple to offer incense, there are many people in the capital who go there and dress too plainly. They will make people laugh when I meet acquaintances. Those people flatter me and put me down!" Zhang Yushu said with a pair of big eyes.
Zhang Yuqing thanked you and said, "I will pay you back when you come out of the temple."
She could see that Zhang Yushu didn't have much jewelry. With so many people in the Zhang family, this little sister Yushu was the only one who was somewhat kind to her.
Although Mrs. Zhang always flaunted herself as a virtuous and kind-hearted wife and was very kind and kind to her concubine, in fact, that was all.
Zhang Yushu's biological mother, Aunt Yuan, never goes out in the yard. She is low-key and obedient. Zhang Yushu herself is also very well-behaved and sensible. As for the Zhang family, except for Aunt Yuan who gave birth to a daughter, all the children in the Zhang family crawled out of Mrs. Zhang's belly. Zhang Zuozhen left
None of the five or six aunts gave birth to a child.
It can be seen that Mrs. Zhang is very capable.
The temple that the Zhang family went to was not far from the Zhang family. When we arrived, it was already crowded with people. There were officials and women who came to burn incense everywhere. It was so crowded that the incense in the temple was almost not enough.
Seeing the congratulations in the temple, Zhang Yuqing thought that he must have made a lot of money for incense today.
People coming and going were talking excitedly about yesterday's retrial of an unjust case at the Jingzhao Mansion Yamen, and the innocence of a coolie carrying a sack.
In addition to lamenting the good luck of the coolie carrying the sack, and the wise Lord Qingtian who was investigating the case, everyone also lamented that the twists and turns of the story were also mixed with ghosts and gods, and there were signs of gods appearing everywhere, which was better than any they had ever heard.
The drama and writing are all wonderful.
It abruptly turned a legal channel story into a fantasy and legendary novel.
Everyone's story was vivid and vivid, as if the object of the Lord Hell's dream was him, and as if he had personally visited the scene where God was angry and punished him.
It is said that the storytellers in the teahouse have circulated several versions of their jokes. Each joke is heart-stirring and eye-catching. It is a collection of various routines that are popular among the people. It is said that even the follow-up of the parties involved has been compiled.
, one of them was He Qi's outstanding talent. The presiding judge was very happy when he saw it. After helping him redress his injustice, he felt that he was a good person and married his daughter to him. The family lived happily together.
Zhang Yuqing listened to the gossips of everyone along the way and felt deeply that the people are the ultimate creators of literature and art.
Zhang Yuying had not gone out for the past two days and had no idea that something like this had happened in the capital. She sensitively heard the words "carrying sacks" and suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart. She turned to Zhang Yuqing and Zhang Yushu and asked, "What did they say?"
, do you know?"
"I don't know." Zhang Yuqing and Zhang Yushu shook their heads in unison.
Zhang Yuying originally didn't expect to get any news from these two wooden sisters, but she just asked casually, and immediately decided to go and ask her close friends after burning the incense.
"What are you mumbling about?" Mrs. Zhang asked her mother-in-law, asking her to ask for blessings from the temple and buy incense.
Zhang Yuying said with a smile: "I heard from some people passing by that there was a strange case in the capital, and the victim was a sack bearer..."
Before she could finish speaking, Mrs. Zhang sneered disdainfully, "The one who carries the sack?"
Her tone and expression seemed to insult her identity by mentioning these words.
At this moment, the mother-in-law came over with incense and reported the bill to Mrs. Zhang.
Mrs. Zhang complained that the price of incense had increased again. She took the incense from her mother-in-law and gave three sticks to each of the three girls. She said: "Kowtow to the Buddha more often and ask the Buddha to bless the Crown Princess and the Empress to recover as soon as possible."
May our Zhang family have good fortune!"
When Mrs. Zhang knelt down on the futon, Zhang Yushu said into Zhang Yuqing's ear: "Brother Qian is about to take the provincial examination!"
Zhang Yuqing understood in his heart why Mrs. Zhang was so kind and wanted to take her out to burn incense and pray with the Buddha together with many people to bless her son to be named in the gold medal. After all, there is strength in numbers, maybe the Buddha heard it!
Zhang Yuqing smiled sarcastically in his heart, holding the incense in his hand, and looked up. In the hall was a tall golden body of the Buddha, sitting cross-legged on a golden lotus. His Dharma was solemn, without sadness or joy. He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes as he looked at all the living beings who were kneeling devoutly.
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Is worshiping Buddha really useful?
Zhang Yuqing felt indifferent.
If it is really useful, why are there so many injustices in this world? Why do evil people enjoy all the glory and wealth, while good people have to be suppressed and killed, and will be poured with sewage after death and will be stink for thousands of years?
Hell is empty and the devil is in the world.
Mrs. Zhang led the girls from the Zhang family to kneel down in front of the Buddha devoutly, kowtowed a few times, held incense, and prayed silently in their hearts for a long time.
The ladies and ladies waiting in line behind to kowtow to the Buddha were impatient, and each one of them looked sideways at Mrs. Zhang. If it weren't for the fact that there was a pure place in front of the Buddha and no quarrels were allowed, the unpleasant words would have been spoken long ago.
Mrs. Zhang got up after praying and put the incense into the incense burner.
The three girls from the Zhang family who followed also followed suit.
After the incense was burned, it was still early, so Mrs. Zhang went to talk to her acquaintance.
Zhang Yuying also met the handkerchief who came to offer incense, and she reservedly asked Zhang Yuqing and Zhang Yushu if they wanted to go over and talk.
The two of them shook their heads in unison.
"We don't understand the poems and paintings you are talking about." Zhang Yushu said sensibly, "It would be pointless to go there."
Zhang Yuying left with a slightly regretful and decent smile.
Zhang Yuqing and Zhang Yushu stood waiting in the main hall, followed by several steward wives.
Looking at Zhang Yuying walking away, Zhang Yuqing found it quite interesting. As long as you hold Zhang Yuying high and make her feel that she is superior to you, Zhang Yuying will be easy to get along with. At least she is not like her mother, who is full of treachery and needlework.
If you poke it, black water will come out.
A lady came out of the hall with a girl and saw Zhang Yuqing and Zhang Yushu. She remembered that this family was praying endlessly in front of the Buddha. She squinted and muttered: "How unlucky must this family be to have so many requests from the Buddha?"
?I couldn’t finish talking for a long time!”
"I know that family! There is a girl who is called one of the four concubines in the capital. She just knows how to write a few sour poems!"
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"What? Her fiancé is that Mr. Lu? The Mr. Lu who won first place in the polo match?"
"Isn't it?"
Zhang Yuqing and Zhang Yushu looked at each other and smiled helplessly.
Bored of waiting outside, the two of them entered the main hall again, walked around to the back of the main hall, and found that behind the tall Buddha statue were lit dozens of rows of oil lamps, high and low, with a line of small characters written under each oil lamp, like an ever-burning lamp for worship.
A gust of breeze blew by, accompanied by the chanting of Namo Amitabha, the sound of wooden fish, and the sound of bells ringing in the distance, and the small flames of the ever-burning lanterns danced, as if there were really souls resting here.
Zhang Yuqing watched silently and called a young novice monk who was passing by in a hurry, "Master, how much does it cost to worship a lamp?"
The young novice pointed at the oil lamp and said: "Do you want a cheap one or an expensive one? If it's cheap, here, the place in the corner costs three hundred yuan a month. If it's expensive..."
Zhang Yuqing said: "Just three hundred yuan, I will provide two."
"We have offered lamps to my uncle and aunt at home." Zhang Yushu whispered in Zhang Yuqing's ear.
Zhang Yuqing said nothing.
Seeing that Zhang Yuqing insisted on enshrining the Changming Lantern, Zhang Yushu said nothing more.
After paying the money, the little novice monk picked up the cut piece of paper, dipped his pen in ink, and asked: "Donor, what are the names of the two people you are offering sacrifices to?"
Zhang Yuqing hesitated for a moment and whispered: "No need to write your name."
"Don't write your name?" the young novice asked in surprise.
Zhang Yushu also looked at her in surprise.
"Yes, don't write your name." Zhang Yuqing nodded.
One lamp is dedicated to the wet nurse who once protected her in troubled times but was harmed by Wang Dali. The other lamp is dedicated to her loyal liver and courage that were crushed and her passionate life was harvested. She didn't even dare to give her real name.
The adoptive father who shows himself to others.
"What a weirdo! If you don't write down the name, how can Buddha know who you are worshiping!" The little novice monk muttered, but accepted the money and lit two lamps for Zhang Yuqing.
Zhang Yuqing stood in front of the lamp, suppressing the soreness in his eyes, clasping his hands together, silently wishing them an early reincarnation and a good life in their next life.
"Let's go!" Zhang Yushu tugged on Zhang Yuqing's sleeve and whispered, "When Madam comes over later, she will be angry when she sees that we are not waiting where we are."
Zhang Yuqing nodded, and the two of them walked to the entrance of the hall.
At this moment, a girl shouted to Zhang Yuqing in surprise: "Cousin Yuqing!"
Zhang Yuqing, who was standing in the corner under the eaves of the main hall, looked up and saw that it was Mrs. Luo and Luo Danxia.
"Cousin, cousin!" Zhang Yuqing hurried over and greeted with a smile.
"You also come here to offer incense and pray for the Crown Princess?" Luo Danxia asked in a low voice.
Zhang Yuqing nodded.
"So are we!" Luo Danxia said.
After they finished offering incense and were tired from walking, they sat in the flower bed under the shade of a tree to rest. It was a coincidence that they happened to meet Zhang Yuqing.
Because she knew that Mrs. Luo was willing to marry Zhang Yuqing for her brother, Luo Danxia looked at Zhang Yuqing with the same eyes as she would look at her future sister-in-law, cordial and happy.
"Let me tell you about Wu County!" Luo Danxia took Zhang Yuqing and talked about the customs and customs of Wu County. After talking for a long time, she sighed, "Although the capital is nice, I still miss home!
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Zhang Yuqing was very moved when he heard this, "I have heard that Wuyue is a good place. There is heaven above and Wuyue below, the West Lake and Qiantang, the Yanliu Painted Bridge, and the three autumn osmanthus and ten miles of lotus. I have only heard of it, but I have never been lucky enough to see it.
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"Go! Come with us!" Luo Danxia looked at Zhang Yuqing and smiled very meaningfully.
Zhang Yuqing smiled and said, "Cousin, would you like to take me to Wu County?"
Mrs. Luo winked to the left and right, and the steward's wife said she would take Luo Danxia around the temple, leaving only her and Mrs. Luo.
"Cousin..." Zhang Yuqing stood up with some fear, wondering if what he just said had gone too far and made Mrs. Luo have some bad associations.
Mrs. Luo held Zhang Yuqing's hand and sat down. Looking at her kind smile, she asked directly: "Yuqing, are you willing to be my wife?"
Zhang Yuqing was at a loss for a moment, then came to his senses and asked calmly: "Are you going to marry me, cousin? Are you a relative of my uncle's family?"
"Silly boy!" Mrs. Luo smiled and shook her head, "I am proposing marriage to your cousin Danyang. Are you willing to marry my useless son and become my wife?"
