This summer of the 10th year of Jeongwu was the same as the previous years, hot and rainless. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info has not seen rain for nearly a month since a heavy rain in June. Man Yan couldn't help but worry about the phoenix-tailed fern that had been transplanted not long ago, and his eyebrows were a little worried. Fortunately, the little iron fern was brought back to the house and raised, and he could take care of it carefully. She picked up the watering can and watered it gently, and the little fern was moistened, the stems stood up straighter, and the leaves unfolded to curl their edges, sweeping away the previous listlessness.

Muyu asked curiously, "Miss, is this what you said about aquatic plants?" The water is green, and it looks really cool. ”

Man Yan said: "This is not. Gardenias, daffodils, pothos, those are. ”

Sandalwood saw that the third lady seemed to be a little lazy, worried that she was thinking that the weather was too hot, so she hit the fan harder. The violent air currents pulled Manyan back to her senses, and she made a gesture, "No need to fan, you can go and rest." ”

"Miss, it's so hot, you can let the slave wait."

Manyan also felt that this day was upset and irritable, but he didn't want the maids to work so hard, and said, "I'll go and see the Buddhist scriptures and meditate." Sandalwood reluctantly retreated, and the young lady didn't like to be around when she recited Buddhist scriptures.

Muyu quietly walked up to Man Yan: "Miss, don't worry, the ones planted on the Zhuangzi are good." A few days ago, Luliu went to Zhuangzi to see Xiu'er, and Xiu'er said that there was still water in the reservoir dug earlier, and the empty jar placed in the courtyard by Mo Xiangzhai was also full of rainwater. ”

Man Yan frowned after hearing this, and said with a smile: "Ghost elf." "It seems that Wuzhuang was really obedient in the first few days, and did a lot of practical things in Zhuangzi, digging ponds and ditches, and letting craftsmen build the yard that Moxiangzhai wanted, which was quite good. Hu San also has some ability, twisting the tenants into a rope, and everyone rushes to do the hard work. At least, there is no need to worry about employing people in the future. Only those who have been trained in practice can be trusted.

Not long after the smoke was clean, Sandalwood came to report that the old lady had asked everyone to go to Songhe Hall. She counted as she walked, and today is the eighth day of the seventh month, which is not a special day.

Unexpectedly, the three rooms gathered, except for the aunt, there are many of them. It is the first time that the children in the mansion have been so complete from the second young master to the ninth young master, and the most rare thing is that the second and third uncles are actually there. Man Yan saw that everyone was the same, and guessed what family event should be held. When everyone arrived, the old lady said: "It's almost half a month of July, and all houses will clean the yard, and don't buy meat food in the next few days; The second one's family, you find out a few calligraphy and paintings that the old man liked during his lifetime from the warehouse, and go to the ancestral hall tomorrow morning to hang them; Also, don't wear red and green these days. ”

Man Yan took a closer look, and the Wang family was really full of pearls and green bells, and a delicate face coated with grease and powder seemed to have been splashed with water all over his face by his grandmother's words, and he was instantly colorful.

In order not to laugh herself, she quickly lowered her head, unexpectedly caught a glimpse of a gaze that was staring at her, turned her head, and found that it was the sixth sister Fu Manhua. There was confusion, inquiry, and hostility in the eyes of the sixth sister. Manyan smiled faintly to show his goodwill, and Fu Manhua was embarrassed not to start.

The old lady continued to talk about the Midyear Festival. "From tonight onwards, these little ones will stay in Songhetang to write their bags. Tomorrow to the ancestral hall to worship the ancestors, the day after tomorrow to the grave, eleven burn paper money to send the ancestors. After twelve, if you want to put a krathong, listen to the **** or go to Sanguan Temple, you can arrange it yourself. ”

Man Yanzheng was amazed that there were so many tricks in the Zhongyuan Festival, and suddenly heard the second lady speak: "Old lady, You'er is still young, let her come over at noon to write a list of money, and go back to Cuiyuan to sleep at night." There is also Brother Nian who has to go to class during the day, so I am afraid that I can't come here every day. The old lady closed her eyelids and said nothing. The second room usually yells to bring a few children to her, but now she has the opportunity to get close and push outside.

The second master glared at the Wang family heavily, and said respectfully: "But according to my mother's arrangement, which family's young lady has such a precious price." The second lady pouted in displeasure, and did not insist any longer.

The old lady said slowly: "Then write it in a few days, and go back to your own yard in the evening." ”

After the adults dispersed, several children sat around and began to write the bag. Man Yan didn't write it, so I carefully read how other people wrote it first, and after reading it for a while, I knew it. Then, Manyan wrote thirty-six pieces of paper: Gong coincided with the period of the Middle Yuan, the filial piety Fu Manyan pious preparation of the underworld, on the thirty-six packs, so the examination of Fu Gong Mu En old man acceptance, early to the fairy world, away from all evil, Tianyun Zhenwu ten years of July 12th.

It's really a physical job. When Manyan wrote about the bag he burned for his mother, several younger siblings all complained that their hands were sour, and they said that they would write again tomorrow. In fact, they don't write as much as Manyan, they burn it to the uncle, and they only need to write twelve sheets. However, Manyan is used to using a bamboo pen and writes faster than all of them.

The ninth young master Fu Siyan thought it was interesting to write for the first time, and seeing that the third sister didn't stop, he also continued to pinch the fine brush and exerted his strength to eat. However, at a young age, he just started to learn to use a brush, and he didn't know many words, and when Manyan finished writing what he burned to Zhuo's, he only wrote a total of one, and his face and clothes were stained with ink, like a flower-faced cat. Seeing that the third sister stacked a stack of papers neatly, with a mocking expression on her face, she protested unconvinced: "The third sister's pen is better than mine, I will also use that." ”

Man Yan glanced at his fleshy little hands and said with a smile: "You see that your fingers are short, you can't pinch them, and you can only use them when you grow up." He wiped the stain with a handkerchief and said softly, "I'll write it tomorrow." ”

Yue'e wanted to take the Ninth Young Master back, but when she was about to cross the threshold, the Ninth Young Master broke free of Yue'e's hand, looked at Manyan reluctantly, and prayed: "Third sister, I want to eat that bun last time." ”

Man Yan smiled in response. Then, alone, he quickly finished writing the wrapping paper that he burned for his grandfather. She has to hurry up to Puju, this mid-year festival sounds very amazing, but everyone is used to it, if she asks the maid, it will definitely make people suspicious. In this matter, it is most appropriate to ask Qin Che.

This is when the ground heats up, and the heat of the lower body is more uncomfortable than the midday sun. As soon as Qin Che received the news from Mu Nian, he rushed over, and brought a small half bag of dried chili peppers. After listening to Man Yan's questioning, he felt unreasonable, and calling him in such a hurry was for such a well-known question.

"The Zhongyuan Festival is the most important festival in Dafeng, not only the whole country fasts, every household has to worship their ancestors, but also the Zen masters of each temple will go down the mountain to preach the scriptures and spread the Buddha. The so-called big ****, every year from July 13 to July 15, the people of the prefectures and counties near Luojing will gather in the capital, and the major Zen masters sit on the spot and chant the Buddha, clear mind, and prove Bodhi, which is the custom of Dafeng since the founding of the country; Not only that, during these three days, Confucian scholars will also gather outside the Guozi Prison to recite the Book of Filial Piety aloud; Sanguan Temple opened the dojo, and there was a Taoist Tianzun who preached the "Book of Changes" and "Taiping Sutra", in addition to teaching the people to be quiet and inactive, but also free medical treatment for three days; In addition, the students of the Si Tian Pavilion will suspend classes for three days and gather to bathe in the lower reaches of the Luo River to observe and discuss the celestial phenomena together. ”

Man Yan was dumbfounded, oh my God, what kind of magical country did she have arrived, it sounded so magnificent and weird. All families and factions have done their best to preach the Fa and preach, which is a great atmosphere that can only be found in the open era. She suppressed the excitement in her heart and asked, "Last time you said that Dafeng ruled the country with Buddhism, why can other schools of doctrine still exist?" ”

Qin Che pondered for a while and replied, "Do you think it's a good thing for a family to be dominant?" ”

Man Yan didn't think about his question, nor did he continue to immerse himself in the excitement of several Dafeng families. Another question came to her mind. Arnold L. Leber, a doctor at a psychiatric hospital in Miami, USA, pointed out in his book "The Moon Effect" that every time the moon is full, the mentally ill in the hospital become extremely restless. He concluded that the gravitational pull of the moon creates "biological tides" in humans or other living things. The human body is 80% water, and the "tidal forces" in the human body can cause erratic behavior.

Although this theory was eventually disproven, their psychology students discussed it privately and believed that there was some truth. The moon does have some inexplicable effects on people's moods, and in modern times July and August are the peak of crime, and the number of people seeking medical treatment increases during the full moon. The activities of the various schools of the Dafeng Dynasty in the three days of July all helped to calm people's hearts and reduce crime, and the monks and Taoists of Dafeng did not seem to be swindling.

Qin Che saw that she didn't know where she was going, so he didn't care about her anymore, poured a bowl of mung bean water by himself, and felt a lot cooler when he drank it. Man Yan turned around a lot, and suddenly turned around and asked, "What's going on with that bath?" ”

Qin Che's face darkened a little, "What does the third young lady think?" ”

Man Yan thought to himself, I don't know, otherwise I would ask you what you are doing. She was really curious about this custom, and she had never read about it in a book. He said, "That Luohe bath, can I go and see it?" ”

Qin Che felt more and more speechless, and spit out two words: "Yes." ”

Man Yan didn't care about how the other party imagined her as a person with quirks, a low-level taste, and a person who thought about the word bathing, and continued to humbly ask for advice: "If you don't read the master, will you go down the mountain to talk about Buddha?" ”

Qin Che sneered: "You have become a little stupid." Then he didn't agree and chose to turn away.

Man smoked for a moment, that is, he would not go down the mountain. How otherworldly this master is, is it impossible to prove that he is unfathomable?

When Manyan left, it was announced that Puju would be closed for three days during the big **** period. The whole country is collectively vegetarian, and there is no business when it is open, so it is better to let the treasure umbrella and them take a holiday and rest. When I finally returned home, I brought the steamed buns that the Ninth Young Master wanted to eat.