After recuperating at home for a few days, Ning Yu's body and bones have improved greatly, and he can already get out of bed and walk around.

Ning Zhongyuan saw that his son had improved greatly, so he returned to Hanyang Mansion with his personal guards, although his son was seriously ill, he couldn't stay long, after all, there was a lot of official affairs in the barracks, waiting to be dealt with.

Mrs. Ning did not go back, she was really a little worried about her son, so she has been accompanying Ning Yu in the old house, and after the old lady saw that her grandson was in good health, she shouted that she wanted to go to the Ci'en Temple in the north of the city to make a vow, offer incense, and let her daughter-in-law and grandson accompany her.

Mrs. Ning was originally a little worried about her son's body, but seeing the old lady's resolute attitude, she had to bow her head and remain silent. So, for the first time since his rebirth, Ning Yu had the opportunity to walk out of the gate of Ning Mansion.

Ning Yu was wearing a short suit, leather boots, a small melon skin hat, riding on a tall horse, although Ning Yu did not know how to ride a horse in his previous life, but in this life he found that his body was skillful in bow horses, no stranger, and he thought that it was also the legacy of the family to establish a family with martial arts.

The old lady and her mother sat in a chariot drawn by two horses, and the space in the carriage was very large, and after the two of them were seated, two maidservants were by their side.

In addition to a few small servants outside the car, there were four strong men, who were originally strong soldiers in the army, but later asked for grace and retired from the army to Ningfu as slaves. There were also a few loads of money, food and gifts behind the car, and they slowly moved forward under the escort of everyone, thinking that they were for the monks in the temple.

But don't think that this is Ning Zhongyuan forcing them to obey, in fact, for the paid pawns in the Hanyang City garrison, coming to Ningfu to be a slave is a good thing that can't be found with a lantern, how many people come to Ningfu to be a slave with their family business and don't accept it.

You must know that although it is a prosperous era now, it is by no means a good errand to be a soldier in the Qing Dynasty, especially since it is common for the green camp to eat empty salaries, and in many cases, it is impossible to have enough food and wages. The green battalion is divided into three categories: horsemen, soldiers and guards, of which the horsemen are paid two taels a month, and the soldiers are only one or two or five cents, and as for the guards, they only have a pitiful tael of silver.

What can a silver tael do? In this era, one tael of silver can probably buy one stone of rice, which is equivalent to less than one hundred and eighty catties, if you are alone, it is just that, if there is a family of three or five, this one hundred and eighty catties is not helpful at all.

But if you are cast into the Ning family as a slave, this month will not only be food and accommodation, but also an additional two taels of silver per month, like a strong guard in the house, and the monthly case will be as high as four taels, and there will be new clothes added every year, how can it not be tempting?

Now it is early spring, the weather is sunny, Ning Yu rode a horse through the crowded street, you can see that although there are many people on the street, most of them have vegetables, dressed in tattered clothes, and their expressions are sluggish, and they can hardly distinguish between men and women, because everyone is a mold.

When these people saw Ning Yu's carriage and horses from afar, they knelt down in a hurry, and they didn't even dare to raise their heads, but the short and ugly money rat tails stood neatly towards the sky.

This is very different from the braided drama that Ning Yu saw in his previous life, those thick braids on TV are absolutely not seen in this era, because since the implementation of the "shaving order" since the Qing Dynasty entered the customs, the hairstyle of the people of the Qing Dynasty must be ordered, like the yin and yang head and big braid in later generations are violated, and they are to be cut off when they are seen by the government.

Therefore, the hairstyles of men in this era are all bowl-sized hairstyles left at the back of the head, knotted into thin and short braids, which look like pig's tails.

Although there are many pedestrians on the street, there are few restaurants, money houses, and pawnshops along the street, and a few guignes hang weakly on the street, but this scene is quite inconsistent with the prosperous Qing Dynasty that Ning Yu thought in his heart.

The road to the north of the city was not far away, Ning Yu just kicked the horse's belly a few times, and a small temple appeared in front of him, and it seemed that there were not many people in it with incense, and there were few cigarettes.

The old lady opened the carriage curtain, looked at the grandson on the horse with a smile, and said: "Good grandson, I will go to the Buddha with my grandmother to repay my vows, and we will go to worship the Bodhisattva again. Mrs. Ning smiled and nodded, looking eager to hug her grandson.

It's just that Ning Yu was almost so shocked by these words that he fell off the horse, what's the situation? I'm getting married?

From memory, today's Ning Yu is only fourteen years old according to the algorithm of later generations, but in this era, it is sixteen, and the Ning couple is only in their thirties now, and they are not even forty, so they are going to be grandparents?

This is Ning Yu's fuss, in this era, fifteen or sixteen-year-old young men are already at the age of marriage, not to mention that with the big family background of the Ning family, all the people who want to be matchmakers have already stepped on the threshold of the Ning family.

Under embarrassment, Ning Yu had no choice but to say softly: "My grandson hasn't thought about this now, I just hope to achieve my achievements as soon as possible and help my father share one or two." ”

The old lady was naturally shy as her grandson, and she didn't say much, and with the support of her maid Ping'er, she slowly got out of the carriage, and Mrs. Ning followed. Seeing this, Ning Yu had no choice but to follow quickly.

Before everyone approached, a few monks came out of the temple, led by a long fat head and big ears, and there was no Buddha light Zen rhyme at all, but they were full of greasy.

When the monk saw the old lady, his eyes lit up, and he trotted over with three flattering steps and two steps, and said, "The poor monk heard the magpies in this temple chirping non-stop today, but it was the distinguished guest who arrived. After speaking, he looked at Ning Yu and said: "The little boy is now recovering from his illness, so he will go up the mountain to worship the Buddha, and I think the Buddha will also thank the son for his sincerity." ”

Everyone was happy when he said this, but Ning Yu unconsciously wrinkled his brows, although in his previous life, he was used to seeing some sycophants, but it was rare for a monk to be so shameless, and even the Buddha dared to use it to make fun.

The old lady was very useful, and said with a smile: "A few days ago, thanks to the master's safe protection, my grandson survived this catastrophe. On that day, the old man swore like the Buddha that if his grandson's health improved, he would worship the Buddha for the rest of his life. ”

Zhou Fu, the housekeeper behind him, walked out, handed the gift list to the monk, and said, "Master, this is a little bit of the old lady's heart, thirty taels of silver, ten stones of grain, and two pairs of incense and candles that the old man brought back from Fucheng a few days ago. ”

The smile lines on the monk's face couldn't bear it anymore, and they bloomed one after another, and said: "Amitabha, now that you have these grains, rice, and silver money, the livelihood of the whole temple will be settled." After speaking, he turned his head to the monk behind him and said, "Zhifang, put the grain and rice brought by the old lady into the warehouse, and then go and prepare a meal." ”

Gossip aside, everyone accompanied by this monk, the whole temple of the Buddha of all sizes greeted again. It was only at this time that Ning Yu knew that this monk was the abbot of the temple, and his law name was Yuanhui, and when he was seriously ill a few days ago, the great monk took the monks in the temple to pray for himself for a whole day.

Until there was such a passage before, Ning Yu also had some respect for this great monk, not because he prayed for himself, but because this Yuanhui abbot was willing to pray for a rich young master who had never met for the livelihood of the whole temple, which shows that he is not so superficial.

After repaying the vow, Ning Yu ate a meal in the temple accompanied by everyone, although the rice was simple, no fish and no meat, but the coarse grain red bean rice with a few radish and cucumber strips was also refreshing and delicious, so that Ning Yu, who had always had a bad appetite, also ate two more bowls.

After fasting, when Ning Yu was drinking tea, a little novice walked in from outside the door, his face was flushed, and he bowed to Ning Yu and said, "Little donor, the abbot invites you to go to the main hall to discuss Zen." ”

When Ning Yu heard this, he was a little surprised, but he didn't show it, and followed Xiao Shami to the outside of the hall.