After cleaning her hands and changing the torn clothes on her body in the banquet room, Guo's mother was stunned for a moment, and then put her clothes under her armpits without a sound, and waited until dawn to see if she could weave them well.

"Mother Guo, go to sleep too, I'm really fine, don't think nonsense." Sitting on the kang, Qingyun looked at the sleeping Zhengxiang Doubao and said with a smile.

"Okay, Madame, rest early." Qingyun waited for Guo's mother in the outhouse to lie down again before closing her eyes, and the picture on the mountain flashed in her mind like a movie.

When I woke up again, it was already dawn, Ziling sat on a stool in the corner of the house and sewed clothes for Doubao, and when she saw Qingyun getting up, she hurriedly ran over to serve.

"Miss, after you fell asleep yesterday, I went around the village."

Qingyun glanced at Zi Ling, who was full of interest in the mirror, and quipped, "What did you hear?"

Zi Ling was even more proud, shook her head and said, "The people in the village said that thanks to Lord Lin's presence, otherwise the little bolt would have died." ”

"Also, they didn't expect Lord Lin to know Lord Jiang, now that someone from the government is intervening, there are people in the cornfield who take care of the potholes, I heard that the patriarch is going to take the lead in coming over to thank Lord Jiang."

Qingyun looked at himself in the mirror left and right, and asked Ziling to take off the bead hairpin that had just been inserted, and only combed a smooth hanging cloud bun.

"This is called Noji Tailai, and Lord Jiang is also considered to be a correct name in the village, saving those long-tongued women from chewing their tongues all day long."

Finally satisfied with his dress, Qingyun looked at the weather outside, and there was no cloud.

"Let's arrange the meal, everyone was frightened yesterday, and at noon I asked the kitchen to improve the food, and we made dumplings to eat."

Ziling's eyebrows and eyes were suddenly full of joy, and the little girl was when she was greedy, as soon as she heard that there were dumplings to eat, she walked with the wind.

After breakfast, Qingyun told Guo's mother that she was going to Dongshan to dig out the precious herbs, and Guo's mother was not at ease, so she accompanied her.

The two of them found the place where she had marked yesterday, carefully dug it out, and prepared to transplant it into the garden first.

"Madame, look!" There was still some distance from the door of the house, and Qingyun found an old monk wearing a robe at the gate.

"Amitabha, the master is here to transform fate, right?" Mother Guo is a devout believer, and after seeing Master Yuantong, she hurriedly saluted and asked.

"The old man is passing by here and wants to beg for a drink." Master Yuantong was thinking about how to introduce himself to Song Qingyun, but he didn't pay attention to the people who came from behind, but startled himself.

Yesterday, the splash in the village said that Qingyun took advantage of the luck of Liujia Village, this kind of bastard words in the ears of King Jing Wangye, just like the rumors of the collapse of the dragon vein, demagoguery, gossip confuse the public, the three of them become tigers, they should be dragged out and beaten to death.

Master Yuantong waited for Qingyun to speak, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the herb she put in the basket, rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and immediately exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Oh, this lady, where did you dig up the herb?" ”

Song Qingyun subconsciously hid the bamboo basket behind him and stared at him vigilantly, "Master, I look at the ...... that I dig up casually."

"Madam, don't just dig and play, Shilan is precious, such a big plant has five or six years, and it will be great when it blooms and bears fruit......

Song Qingyun looked at Master Yuantong suspiciously, it is rare for someone to know the "Shilan" written in the medicine book, but no matter how precious the medicinal herb is, it is impossible that there is only one plant in the world, right? She saw that the growth environment of Shilan was not special, maybe she would go to Dongshan to look for it again, and she could find a few more.

"Master, are you looking for this herb?"

When Master Yuantong heard the music, his kind eyes were simply like a living Bodhisattva, "If the lady is willing to cut her love......

"Master, I think you misunderstood, if you want this herb, you need to exchange it for silver!"

"What?" Master Yuantong was stunned, could it be that he had lived in Yanjing for many years, separated from the ordinary people of the people for too long, and no longer knew that there was no hypocrisy and politeness in the way he spoke now?

"The master doesn't want to take people's place, right?" Song Qingyun smiled slyly and said to Guo's mother beside her, "Please come into the house and have a cup of tea before leaving." ”

Mother Guo looked at Master Yuantong in embarrassment, and her jaw was about to startle Master Yuantong on the ground.

"Master, please!"

The unwilling Master Yuantong walked into the small courtyard with heavy steps, and a three-year-old doll wearing a moon-white Tuanfu Ruyi brocade robe ran in front of him.

"Oh, this little boy is so familiar!"

Although King Jing's biological mother only took him to Jing'an Temple a few times, in Master Yuantong's impression, King Jing when he was a child was as sturdy and cute as the little dumpling in front of him.

Dou Bao saw that there was a living person, he hurriedly stopped his steps and looked carefully, he didn't recognize the monk, but he felt that the old man in front of him was bare and smiling, and he was a respected old man in his mother's mouth, so he respectfully clasped his hands and said, "I've seen the old man!" ”

"Little boy, I'm not an old grandfather, I'm not old." Master Yuantong was a little embarrassed, although he escaped into the empty door, but he was not yet forty years old, but his face was a little older, and there was still a difference between him and the sixty or seventy-year-old old man.

Doubao couldn't care about this, he walked up to Guo's mother with small steps, raised his little face and asked seriously, "Guo's mother, why do the people in the village hate me?" ”

Guo's mother was frightened and hurriedly picked up Doubao, checked left and right, and saw Ziling helping Qingyun go to the garden behind to plant herbs, so she asked in a low voice, "Little master, did you go to the village to play today?" ”

Doubao shook his head aggrievedly, "...... Sit at the door. ”

He stretched out his chubby little finger and pointed to the stone pier outside the door, last time Ziling took Doubao out to play without authorization, and was thrown into the river by the crazy Liu Xiqing and almost drowned to death, so he didn't dare to go out and wander around again if he gave Ziling a hundred guts.

Guo's mother looked outside, and the first few half-grown children in the village looked in, and eighty percent of them said something bastard for Doubao to hear.

"Let's not play with them, you go and see what Madame has brought back, and when Steward Cheng finishes his work, he promises to make you a cricket cage."

Doubao asked again with a small face, "Where's the uncle?" ”

Did you ask Lin Xu Ao where he went? Mother Guo sighed and said, "Uncle Lin is going to the city to do errands, and he will be back in a while, otherwise how about we go to the kitchen to make dumplings?" ”

Dumplings are a unique delicacy in the north, Master Yuantong came to Qingyuan Mansion several times, I heard that this kind of food can only be eaten during the New Year, but I didn't expect a rural mountain village to make it on weekdays, which suddenly aroused his interest.

Guo's mother saw him spitting hard, thinking that he was very thirsty, and said to Doubao busily, "This master came in to beg for saliva to drink, the little master came down first, and I went to make a pot of tea for the master." ”

Drinking tea in the flower hall, Master Yuantong was thinking about how to stay to complete the task assigned by King Jing, Guo's mother burns incense and worships the Buddha on weekdays, and today a master comes to turn into a fate, so naturally she will not waste the opportunity, so she stayed in the flower hall to talk to Master Yuantong while Qingyun did not call her.

"Donor, can you also wrap some vegetarian dumplings for dinner, so that the poor monks can also taste the taste?"