A burst of rolling thunder passed by, and heavy rain fell. Suddenly, people turned their backs on the official road and dust flew up, but soon the rain and fog followed and the sky became misty.
In the grandmother's temple on the roadside, people were constantly rushing in to take shelter from the rain, causing a commotion in the already crowded temple. Because there were too many people and the temple was small, many people had to stand under the eaves, with rainwater splashing all over them, cursing.
The noises and shouts of pushing and shoving could be heard from time to time.
Compared with people outside, people inside the temple are much happier.
Someone even started a fire. It was a small square hollow brick wine-warming stove. A girl wearing a cloth skirt was carefully warming the wine on the stove. The aroma of the wine quickly spread, letting more people
Look over here.
“Good wine..”
Someone else said.
But none of this bothered the girl who was warming the wine. She quickly picked up the wine jug and placed a small iron plate on it. She picked out four pastries from the box on the side and put them on them. Then she carried
The wine pot walked to the Buddha statue.
Only then did everyone see that there was a donkey cart parked there.
Those who come in are already lucky, they don't even get wet in the rain.
"Madam, the rice wine is ready." The girl said, pouring a glass.
The car curtain was slightly opened, and a hand stretched out, with the fingertips faintly visible under the wide sleeve, taking the wine cup and lowering the curtain.
The girl turned around, and the warm cakes on the stove began to smell burnt.
"What delicious food is this?" The people standing nearby couldn't help but ask, looking at the square rolls with yellowish white and tender red hearts on the iron plate.
Just looking at it is fascinating.
"Grandpa." A four or five-year-old girl sitting in front of the Buddha table couldn't help shouting. She had put her finger in her mouth and sucked it for a while, and her bright eyes never left the small iron plate for a moment.
She was leaning on an old man who was about seventy years old, wearing a brown cloth robe, with ravines all over his face, and a kind expression.
Hearing the child's murmur, the old man naturally knew what she was thinking, and hugged the child slightly awkwardly.
"Danniang, what should you do first when you get home and meet your father?" he whispered, trying to divert the girl's attention.
But nothing can offset the allure of eating for such a young child.
The girl started to squirm uncontrollably as she leaned against her grandfather.
The girl had already picked up four small rolls, put them in a small saucer, and handed them to the people in the donkey cart.
This time the people in the car only reached out and picked one up.
"Half celery, give it to the child."
A female voice said inside, her voice straight and straight.
The girl who was called Banqin turned around in response, and as expected she came to the girl with a small plate.
Just now the female voice spoke, the old man had already stood up.
"This, how does this happen?" He said apologetically and uneasily.
Banqin had already handed the small plate to the girl.
Although the girl wanted to eat, she still looked at her grandfather, which showed her good upbringing.
"Old man, please don't be polite. We have walked together all the way and we are already familiar with each other." Banqin said with a smile and reached out to touch the girl's shoulder.
The old man wanted to thank him, but the female voice suddenly spoke again.
"Banqin, please give me a glass of rice wine," she said.
"This is impossible." The old man said hurriedly.
Banqinwei listened to his wife's words and poured the wine with his own hands and handed it over.
At this time, the people's customs were open and their temperaments were bold and unrestrained. Pushing things around seemed petty. The old man smiled, reached out and drank it in one gulp. He liked to drink wine every day, but rice wine was rarely used. At this time, after one gulp, he only felt...
My whole body feels smooth, and I don't know if it was an illusion that the dull pain in my back just now has subsided a bit.
The old man returned the wine glass and thanked him again.
The girl was also allowed to pick up a small roll from the small plate and eat it in big mouthfuls.
"Sister, it's so delicious. What's this called?" she asked in a childlike voice.
"This is a red bean roll." Banqin replied with a smile.
"Young lady is really handy." The old man praised, not to mention the children, even the older ones like him wanted to eat it.
"My wife taught me this," Banqin said, unable to hide his joy.
Not all women in the boudoir are abstaining from the sun. Cooking also occupies a special place among female celebrities. It is not uncommon to know how to make snacks. I don’t know why this girl looks so happy and excited when she talks about it.
Of course, if the old man knew that the lady who taught how to make dim sum was an idiot who couldn't even speak three months ago, he would definitely not think so, and would probably be even more surprised.
"Madam is indeed smart." The old man nodded naturally with a smile and glanced at the donkey cart, "If madam hadn't reminded me that heavy rain was coming, we would have been in the rain if we had to go on our way. Thank you very much.
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Banqin lowered his head and smiled back, handed the remaining snacks to the girl, turned around and packed up the utensils.
The people around were even more surprised when they heard this conversation.
That lady actually knew that heavy rain was coming, so she took shelter here in advance?
How can anyone know when it will rain? What’s more, the weather was sunny before the rain came, and there was no sign of rain.
People around were talking about it, and more people were talking about it. The owners and servants looking at the donkey cart looked surprised.
It is said that some people can observe the stars at night and know the past and future. Could it be that the lady of unknown age sitting in this little donkey cart is this kind of person?
There was a rough man who couldn't help but stand on tiptoe and look up.
"How did the lady know it was going to rain?" he shouted, "Did the gods tell you?"
These words made everyone in the temple laugh. The laughter spread outside, and people outside also asked questions, so the excitement quickly dispersed.
Banqin was a little annoyed, feeling that he was making fun of his wife in public.
When the laughter came to an end and everyone stopped paying attention, the female voice in the donkey cart spoke.
"It's not a god, it's God who told me," she said.
As soon as these words came out, the excitement that had subsided started again.
This woman's voice was straight and wooden, and she sounded serious. It didn't look like she was joking at all. Or maybe this was her characteristic for telling jokes?
The rough guy was the first to laugh loudly.
"Lady, has God told you when the rain will stop?" he shouted again.
The chatter and laughter in the temple became even louder.
"This common man is so open-minded, but he doesn't mean any harm. I can't help but make you angry." The old man held the girl in his arms and said to the donkey cart.
Looking at the behavior of the master and servant, from eating to sitting and lying down, they must not be ordinary people. These nobles must be unhappy when they are teased like this, especially the two women. Don't be offended.
The old man consoled him kindly.
Banqin was indeed a little angry, but she couldn't say anything. My wife told her to do more and talk less.
The laughter subsided again.
"God said it will stop." The female voice came out again.
This lady really told a joke on purpose. She made people laugh again after everyone had finished laughing. If she had said it while everyone was laughing, it wouldn't have made the fun more exciting.
This dilapidated temple has never been more lively, and those who had quarrels over sheltering from the rain also laughed and resolved their grievances.
Suddenly the laughter from outside stopped first.
"Hey, the rain has stopped!" someone shouted loudly.
A shout followed by a shout quickly overwhelmed the chatter and laughter in the temple. With a roar, many people rushed over to look outside.
Sure enough, the originally pouring rain had turned into a steady patter, and at the moment everyone watched, the sky cleared up.
After a period of eerie silence, the temple became lively again. (To be continued)
