The woman smiled and said, "Thank you, master, little master, our old lady is in good spirits......

Ah, the little monk is giving himself a message. ▲≥ Eight ▲ ≥ Eight ▲ ≥ read ▲ ≥ book, .√.≧o Qian Yixiu immediately raised her beautiful little face and greeted, "Hello Auntie." ”

Zhang's mother, Yu Guang, had already noticed this beautiful little girl, and when she saw her greeting herself, she also nodded at her. At first glance, the basket dangling in her hand is too chic.

Then he said, "This little cloth tiger is really funny, and he hugged a basket." ”

Qian Yixiu immediately handed over the basket and said, "This basket has an auspicious name, called Little Tiger Sending Basket (male)." ”

"The little tiger sends the basket, the man, ouch, it's really an auspicious name." Zhang's mother smiled. She thought, the little tiger sends a male baby, next year is the Year of the Tiger, if she makes a wish to conceive this year, won't she give birth to a male baby in the Year of the Tiger, which is really a good sign. My fourth grandmother has been married for six years, and only one girl was born, so I was in a hurry. I came early today, and I was incense on the head, and if there is this good color again, it will be the icing on the cake.

Seeing that the tiger doll and the basket were well made and fabricated, I had an idea. She smiled, "The name of this basket is really flattering and exquisite, where did you buy it?" ”

Qian Yixiu said, "I didn't buy it, my mother made it." Because of the clever name, it happened to be sold on this day. After I finished reading Master Hongji, I was going to take it to the temple for takeout. ”

Zhang's mother was overjoyed when she heard this, and said, "Then I'll take it in and give it to our grandma, if she likes it, your reward is indispensable." ”

Qian Yixiu pointed to Wu in the distance and said, "There are a few different ones in my grandmother's place." Take them all in and show them to your grandmother, and you have a choice. ”

Seeing Zhang's mother nodding, Qian Yixiu beckoned to the Wu family in the distance.

Zhang's mother first asked them to wait at the gate of the courtyard. He took a few tigers into the upper room with baskets.

After a while, Zhang's mother took the little monk and Qian Yixiu into the house with a smile on her face. Maybe because Wu was dressed a little rudely and sweating profusely, he only let her wait outside.

Qian Yixiu followed Zhang's mother into the house, and saw that the beads in the house were green, and the coquettish warbler was crying, and she was talking and laughing around a rich old lady in her sixties.

The old lady and several other women held the basket with the little tiger. Laughing happily, they all said that they had never seen such a cute little tiger doll, and they were as cute as children.

Qian Yixiu peeked at the front and hurriedly lowered his eyes. Sitting in the middle was the old lady of the Song family.

The Song family is one of the famous families in Ji'an Province, and Qian Yixiu once patronized the Song family when he was a ghost. Mrs. Song's husband, Song Qiao, went to Xiangjiang Province to inspect the government, and six years ago, Zhishi took his wife back to his ancestral hometown to retire.

The eldest son of the old lady is an official in the capital, and the second son's family is filial piety by her side. The eldest daughter married in the capital. His family has thousands of acres of fertile land on the other side of the Honghe River. There is also a Zhuangzi, which is Songjiazhuang.

Next to the old lady sat a noble lady in her forties, who was now the head of the Song Mansion, Mrs. Song Er.

The old lady greeted the little monk first, and invited him to sit down, let the girl have tea, and invited him to eat vegetarian. A group of female dependents praised the little monk one after another.

After that, everyone seemed to see a little girl who had come with them. Qian Yixiu was not in a hurry, impatient or afraid, and stood there with generous eyes.

The old lady asked. "Which girl is this? He's really handsome. ”

Hongji preemptively said, "This little donor is a villager from Huaxi Village. Because the poor monk entrusted her with the little monkey he had treated, she specially took the little monkey to visit the poor monk in the temple today. ”

The old lady smiled and nodded, and a girl spread a futon in front of her. Qian Yixiu knew that she was made to kowtow. She is still young, and there is no psychological barrier to kowtowing to an old woman in her sixties. Then he walked over and knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "The people's girl Xiu'er kowtows to the old lady, and wishes the old lady good health." ”

Most older people like beautiful and sweet-mouthed children, and Mrs. Song is the same. Seeing that this little girl was young, but she behaved generously and decently, and could speak, not at all like a peasant child, she immediately liked it. smiled, "Yo, what a smart boy, get up." ”

The girl behind her handed over a purse. Qian Yixiu thanked her, she knew that this purse was given to her for the sake of the little monk's face.

The old lady saw that Qian Yixiu's age was too young, and said pityingly, "Poor one, how old the child is to come out to beg for a living, why are your parents willing to do it?" ”

Qian Yixiu said, "My father died in battle, my grandfather was lame, and my mother's health was not good...... These dolls were made by my mother, and the baskets were also made by my father, but it was inconvenient for them to come out and sell them, so my grandmother and I came out to sell them. I'm six years old, just short. The old lady is kind and feels sorry for my young age. In fact, in our countryside, many children of my age have to help the family, and the children of the poor are already in charge. ”

The bright smile doesn't tell how hard life is at all. A few words made everyone laugh.

Grandma Song Si knew that the old lady liked beautiful children, and the reputation of charity spread far and wide, so she smiled and said, "The old lady is charitable, and when she sees the pleasing and beautiful little girl suffering, ouch, the tip of her heart hurts." ”

The old lady smiled when she heard this, "No, as soon as I see this little person coming out to beg for a living, I can't bear it." ”

Zhang Zhongkun's daughter-in-law, Song, is also here, and she is a distant relative of the Song family. Xiding Mountain is not far from her home, as long as Mrs. Song comes to Daci Temple, she will rest at her house for one night, and come to the temple early the next morning to offer incense. Of course, the Song family is going to accompany him.

As soon as Qian Yixiu came in, she recognized it, and she also saw that the clothes on the little girl's body were still made of materials sent by herself.

He smiled and said, "What a coincidence, we met here again." ”

When Qian Yixiu saw that it was Song, he also bowed down in surprise and said hello. Thinking in my heart, they are all surnamed Song, it seems that there should be relatives, which is better.

Song said to Mrs. Song, "Uncle Niang doesn't know, I have a relationship with this child...... and then talked a little about Qian Yixiu going to her house to sell flowers.

“…… Ouch, the child was as thin as a monkey," said Song, "and she's fatter now, and she seems to have gotten taller." ”

Qian Yixiu blessed the Song family, and said gratefully, "Mrs. Xie is kind, my grandfather has been much better since he took the medicine given by Master Zhang, and these baskets are made by him." My brother also went to school, and not only did my husband praise him for his diligence, but even the host of Hongyuan in Daci Temple said that my brother was smart and ......"

As soon as she said this, Song's smile deepened. He said to the old lady again, "Using Xia grass to make a flower arrangement is the first thing this girl came up with." Now many families in Xishan County like to use Xia grass to make flower arrangements. (To be continued.) )

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