The summer weather is like a doll's face is fickle, just now it is still sunny and the scalp is numb, and in the blink of an eye, a dark cloud drifts overhead, and it rains heavily.

An ox cart hurried forward on the official road in the heavy rain like soybeans. On the humble car, a young man in Tsing Yi whipped him.

An old man poked his head out of the car, looked anxiously at the rain curtain, and said to the little guy sitting on the wheel: "Dou'er, have you arrived at Wangjiagou?" ”

Dou'er replied while urging the cow: "Yes, master, there is Wangjiagou in front." ”

The old man nodded and said, "I remember that there is a Wangjia Temple over there in Wangjiagou, and we will go there to take shelter from the rain." ”

Dou'er hesitated for a moment and said, "Master, that's the Wang family's private temple." The lord may not know that this Wang family has a son-in-law who is a big official in the city. ”

"We take shelter from the rain outside the temple and don't go in to disturb them, so they shouldn't mind." The old man said: "Since you are a relative of the eunuch's family, you shouldn't be so unreasonable. ”

"Okay!" When Dou'er heard this, he raised his whip happily, urging the cow to be more anxious. Although there is a canopy overhead, the heavy rain pours straight into my arms, and my body is already wet.

The old man shrank into the car and held on to the wall with both hands. There are too many potholes on this official road, which makes the ox cart bumpy terribly.

If Tong Hang was here, he would be surprised that this old man was actually Uncle Qian.

It is said that Uncle Qian and Aunt Qian took Xiaofeng, escaped from Ganyu County with Mu'er's housekeeper, and slept all the way to Haizhou. When he entered Haizhou, he encountered idle ruffians, and a lot of silver was looted. They had no choice but to flee from Haizhou City. settled in Fengshan Town, not far from Haizhou City, and set up a stall with the remaining silver taels, and slowly set up a small shop. After a year of operation, some land has been purchased, and now it is also solid. The only regret is that I didn't find Childe and others.

In fact, for more than a year, Mu'er Butler has also visited Haizhou City many times, and the last time he encountered a gangster fight, he almost lost his life, and he lay down for two months. I haven't been to Haizhou City since then.

Early this morning, Uncle Qian got up and talked to Aunt Qian about his son, and he couldn't hold back for a while and had the idea of searching. After that, he was anxious to let Dou'er drive a carriage to the city to visit. Who knew that halfway through, I encountered this pouring rain.

The ox cart hurried and hurried, and finally arrived at Wangjiagou. Dou'er saw the woods on the side of the official road in front of her, and the heavy eaves of the Wang's Temple were faintly exposed in the rain curtain. He shouted happily, "Master." In front is the Wangjia Temple. ”

Uncle Qian listened. Busy said: "Okay, drive over to avoid the rain, and when the rain stops, we will go on the road again." ”

Beans are busy promised.

Turning from the official road to a stone road, the trees on both sides are neatly trimmed, and they look even more vigorous in the rain. Douer whipped hard, and the ox ran brisker on the stone road.

After a while, he drove into the stone slab field outside the Wangjia Temple.

The two of them hadn't had time to get out of the ox cart yet. Several people in hats surrounded them in the rain. One of the strong men shouted: "This is a private temple, and idlers are not allowed to approach!" ”

Uncle Qian listened. Hurriedly poked his head out of it and said, "This strong man, the rain is heavy at this time, please allow Xiao Lao'er to take shelter from the rain here, and leave after the rain." ”

When the strong man heard this, he said angrily: "You little old man doesn't know anything! This is a private temple, how can you come here to avoid the rain? Come on! Come on! ”

When Uncle Qian heard this, he had no intention of accommodating, so he had to say to Dou'er: "Then turn around and go." ”

When the strong man heard this, he waved his hand, and the few people around him quickly dispersed.

Dou'er muttered and took the poncho handed over by Uncle Qian and draped it on his body, jumped off the wheel, and pulled the cow around in the heavy rain.

A person at the temple gate hurried over with an umbrella and muttered a few words in the strong man's ear.

The strong man nodded, walked up and shouted, "Little old man, Miss Biao has an order, let you take shelter from the rain before leaving!" ”

When Uncle Qian heard this, he was so happy that he thanked him again and again. When Dou'er heard this, he hurriedly tied the ox rope to the tree next to the car.

The man with the umbrella walked to the car and said, "Uncle, as soon as you come here, my young lady will know that this rain is too heavy to hurry, and the young lady tells you to take shelter." This is a private temple, don't bump into the miss, the old man should pay attention to it. ”

Uncle Qian hurriedly arched his hand and said: "Little Lao'er understands that Miss is compassionate and heartfelt, and God will bless Miss with wealth and prosperity for ten thousand years." ”

The man with the umbrella nodded and said, "Then you should take shelter from the rain, and don't walk around in the temple." ”

"I know, I know, the little old man and others can only shelter from the rain at the eaves of the temple, thank you, thank you!"

The man holding the umbrella nodded, turned around and said hello, and the strong man led the people away.

Dou'er tied the ox rope and came over to help Uncle Qian get out of the ox cart, both of them wore ponchos and hurried to the eaves of the temple in the rain.

The temple was built in great style, with high walls painted with yellow material, and the heavy eaves on it protruded a lot. The two took off their ponchos under the eaves and looked at the dense rain curtain in a daze.

The sandalwood rose in the temple, Qian Jinluan sat on the futon, saw Pang Er walk in, put down the scriptures in his hand, and asked in surprise: "Second Brother Pang, why did you come in alone?" The man who took shelter from the rain is gone? ”

Pang Er hurriedly stepped forward and arched his hand: "Miss, they didn't leave, they took shelter from the rain under the eaves outside." ”

"Shelter from the rain under the eaves?" Qian Jinluan frowned, and said unhappily: "With such a heavy rain, why don't you let them enter the temple?" ”

"Miss, this is a private temple, outsiders are not allowed to enter."

Qian Jinluan understood that the private temple had always forbidden outsiders to enter, so it was difficult to insist on it, and asked casually: "Who are they?" ”

"Back to Miss, it's an old man with a little girl."

"Uncle?" Such a heavy rain, although it is summer, if it rains, how can an old man bear it? Qian Jinluan instructed: "Second Brother Pang, since it is an old man and a little servant, then take them to the concierge to rest, I don't think it will break the rules, and I will also send some of the remaining ginger soup to them just now to ward off the cold." The old man is old, and if he suffers from the cold, his family will have to be anxious again. ”

When Pang Er heard this, he hurriedly agreed and left.

Qian Jinluan picked up the scriptures and read them for a long time, but he didn't read them at all.

She came to her mother's mother's house, mainly for funeral purposes. This is a procedure before the draft enters the palace. All women who enter the palace in the draft need to go back to their mother's house to report and get the official notice of the county government where their mother's house is located, and the content of this official notice is mainly to prove the innocence of the mother's mother's family. Although she is the righteous daughter of her mother, her mother has never regarded herself as an outsider, even her grandfather's family, and she is also very fond of herself. This made it even more difficult for her to say the reason why she didn't want to enter the palace, and now Ba'er doesn't know whether she is alive or dead. On the one hand, the parents of the Qian family who treat themselves as their own, and on the other hand, they have a marriage contract, what should they do?

She sighed softly, put down the scriptures, and looked at the hanging red curtain in a daze......

The heavy rain outside still did not stop, and although it was noon, the sky was getting darker and darker. The rain was noisy, and they were the only ones raging between heaven and earth.

In the gatehouse, two sets of wet clothes were hung by the charcoal fire, raising a trace of white mist. Uncle Qian and Dou'er sat at the table next to them, drinking ginger soup. The white-haired old man looked at the rain curtain by the window, shook his head and walked over, muttering, "I'm afraid the rain won't stop for a while." ”

Uncle Qian put down the bowl and said, "The summer rain comes and goes quickly, Dad don't worry, we will leave as soon as the rain stops." ”

The old man in the porter shook his head and said, "Little old man didn't mean that. Since Miss Biao has already spoken, how dare we let you go. It's just that this day is also strange, the rain is so fierce, I'm afraid it won't stop for a while, and the little old man is just worried about his own small thatched house. ”

Uncle Qian asked strangely: "Could it be that my uncle is not from the Wang family?" "It's no wonder that Uncle Qian is puzzled, since he is watching the concierge in this private temple, he should have a son with the master's surname, otherwise how can he do things in a temple with a foreign surname? How do you hear him mean as if he has a family at home?

"The little old man was originally a child in the family, and he was loved by the old man to have a wife and children, and then left me because his wife was sick and died, and now he is alone. The lord was kind enough to send me to the family temple to live for the rest of my life, but that small thatched hut is my home, and there is my wife's spiritual seat, how can I rest assured? ”

I see! Uncle Qian nodded and said, "Don't worry, old man, this rain won't last long." ”

The old man at the porter sighed and said, "I can only hope for this." ”

Dou'er got up and went to rummage through her clothes.

Uncle Qian stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window, there was a vast expanse, and even the woods not far away were vague.

The old man in the porter lit the oil lamp tremblingly, and suddenly the porter lit up a lot.

Uncle Qian walked back and sat down and asked, "Just now the old man called Miss Cousin, could it be that this Miss Cousin is from the city?" ”

"Miss Cousin lives in the city, but I'm not from the city today." The old man of the porter looked at Uncle Qian and said, "Miss Biao was drafted into the palace, and she will return to the Wang family this time. Today, I was also summoned by my young lady, that is, her mother, to come to the temple to offer incense. ”

Uncle Qian nodded, it seems that this young lady is also a filial daughter...... (To be continued......)