Shi Jiao'e watched her son go from disdainful to serious, and then took the initiative to take the stone bowl and hand it to the victims in person. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info such a change made her gratifying.

Han Lang didn't speak, kept his head down, and silently helped with the porridge. Shi Jiao'e didn't speak, just silently served porridge.

The two worked together like this, but neither broke the silence.

When the first pot of porridge was about to be divided, Lin Zhuangtou finally rushed over with food.

"The slave is late, and I ask the mother to forgive me." Lin Zhuangtou saluted Shi Jiao'e, and then instructed the villagers to start unloading things from the carriage.

He brought a lot of food, more than a dozen wagons. There were also a lot of pots and pans, coarse cloth clothes, and some common medicinal herbs. It can be said that he has prepared almost all the things that the victims need, and there are quite a few of them.

Shi Jiao'e frowned and looked at him with a thoughtful expression - Lin Zhuangtou's behavior was very strange, he arranged everything in an orderly manner, as if it were ...... Flooding was expected!

"Limber, is my father in Zhuangzi?" Shi Jiao'e's heart moved, and she suddenly thought of something.

Lin Zhuangtou feels like her father.

He prepared everything that needed to be prepared in advance; All the things that should be arranged have been arranged at one time. It's as if he had anticipated what was going to happen and had already thought of a plan to deal with it. When something happens, there's no need to panic or be caught off guard, just follow the plan.

Nothing is missing!

That's pretty much nothing! As long as he wants to do something, there is nothing he can't do!

Shi Jiao'e's brows furrowed even tighter—what did her father want to do?

"Hui Niangniang, the master is not on Zhuangzi, this is what he prepared for the slave years ago. Not only the grain on the Zhuangzi, but the slaves also took advantage of the low price of grain to buy the grain of many peasant households. The minions didn't expect that they would really use it! Lin Zhuangtou was also amazed.

As soon as she said this, Shi Jiao'e was even more puzzled.

There were no floods a year ago, so why did you prepare these things? The torrential rain in the muddy river was also a month or two ago. Why did my father arrange this?

It's a pity that no one answered her, so she could only suppress the doubts in her heart.

"Limber, I'll leave the relief to you. If you can't make up your mind, you can discuss it with General Zhou. I want to take Xin'er and Lang'er to Otani Temple to pray for the blessings of the people, hoping that the rainstorm will stop as soon as possible. "Shi Jiao'e arranged things and wanted to go to Otani Temple.

Whether Mr. Matilda was there or not, she had to try.

Moreover, she really wants to pray for the blessings of the people, hoping that the torrential rain will stop as soon as possible.

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The carriage drove out of the city gates, and the victims outside the city spontaneously gave way. A small road about two meters wide passes through the dense crowd of victims.

Wanxi stood in front of the carriage and looked around with a wary expression, for fear that the victims would riot and hurt people.

However, what she didn't expect was that the victims on both sides of the disaster spontaneously knelt down, and all of them knelt on the ground with great sincerity, kowtowing to the carriage and shouting.

"The queen mother is blessed!"

"Wanfu to the princess, Wanfu to the second prince!"

Everyone was shouting, and all the victims were grateful to the benefactor who ordered the gates of the city to be opened, to give them soup and cure the sick, and to save their lives.

Han Lang sat in the carriage and looked out through the gap in the curtain, and the victims who knelt on the ground densely felt a strange feeling in their hearts.

He never knew it would be such a joy to help others.

And...... He secretly glanced at Shi Jiao'e, but found that she was not complacent, nor was she arrogant, she didn't even look at him, and she didn't use this incident to teach him a lesson.

The strange feeling in my heart became stronger and stronger.

Han Lang looked at his sister, then at Shi Jiao'e, then at his sister in a while, and then at Shi Jiao'e. He always wanted to speak, but because of his face, he refused to take the initiative to speak.

Shi Jiao'e simply squinted her eyes and pretended to sleep, and didn't open her eyes all the way. Han Xin hadn't dissipated his breath yet, and directly twisted his head to the side. So, Han Lang held back all the way and couldn't say a word.

When I finally got to Otani Temple, he was the first to jump off.

"Sister, shall we go in?" Han Lang came up and took the initiative to talk to his sister. He looks like a puppy who turns his belly and begs to be petted, which makes people can't bear to be angry at all.

Han Xin snorted coldly and ignored him.

"Xin'er, let's go in the pillar incense and ask the Buddha to have mercy on the people in the world and not to send any more disasters." Shi Jiao'e took her daughter's hand and threw Han Lang in place.

Han Lang pursed his lips and wanted to be angry, but he still held back.

Otani Temple is not a large temple with a flourishing incense. In addition to the monks who clean the temple without dust, other buildings, Buddha statues, incense burners, etc., are relatively simple and old.

Fortunately, when I entered Otani Temple, I was led by a monk who practiced and took them in to offer incense. And this time, Han Lang didn't make trouble, honestly completed the kneeling and worship, and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

"Little master, where is your abbot? Can you come out and see it? Shi Jiao'e stopped the monk who was leading the way.

"Donor, please later, please let the little monk go and report." The little monk made a Buddhist salute.

After about a cup of tea, the little monk ran back and said, "The abbot and Master Mingde are discussing the Dharma, if the donor does not dislike it, you can go over and discuss it together." ”

"Master Mingde is also there?" Shi Jiao'e was surprised.

"Naturally, Master Mingde will come to this temple on the fifteenth day of every month." What the little monk said was taken for granted, as if this was something that could not be shaken.

"Then there is Master Lao!" Shi Jiao'e clasped her hands together and made a Buddhist salute to the little master.

By the time she met the abbot and Master Mingde, they had finished discussing the Dharma, and Master Mingde was sitting beside him, boiling tea from sun-dried branches.

"But the donor has something to ask?" The abbot stood up and bowed his head at Shi Jiao'e.

"The believers came to pray for the blessings of the people, so that the rainstorm would stop as soon as possible, and the people of Li would suffer less. The second is that I want to try my luck, can I ask Master Mingde to go out of the mountain and enlighten my two children. Shi Jiao'e got straight to the point.

"The old man is old, so the female benefactor should ask another master!" Mr. Mingde didn't raise his head and refused directly.

"Mr. Mingde, my father, Shi Wen, was once a disciple of yours. The younger generation has been captive for many years, and a pair of children are negligent in discipline, so they want to ask their husband for help. ”

"Oh? Are you that little girl from the Shi family? Mr. Mingde looked up in surprise.

In a flash, so many years have passed!

The little girl who pulled his beard back then is now a mother.