"Got a headache again?" Xiaoyi jumped back and leaned over and asked.

"Hmm." The moment he heard Xiaoyi's question, the pain in Mo Zi's brain disappeared.

"It's better to find a good doctor to take a look. I don't know if the barefoot Lang Zhong will be cured at the beginning. I didn't have any prescriptions, so I grabbed them from two boxes on the flat shoulder. Xiaoyi looked back at Qiu Sanniang's location, made sure she couldn't hear, and said, "Miss said that she found the best doctor in town for you, and the consultation fee is very expensive, but she lied to you." ”

"I know." She was unconscious, but she regained some consciousness. But in terms of her dying life at the time, she couldn't be picky. It's better to find a barefoot man than not to hire a doctor for her, and it's better to have medicine to take than not to take it at all.

"You know Miss lied to you?" Xiaoyi rolled her eyes in surprise, "Then you...... Then you ......"

"Didn't run?" Mo Zi supported his knees with his hands, stood up straight, and couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw the little clothes and chicks pecking rice, "Because even if I run, there is nowhere to go." ”

As the saying goes, crossing into an orphan and having a black eye is certainly not as good as a penny. As I said earlier, Qiu Sanniang is very capable, and she feels a little safe next to her. Look, her "immigration status" is still paid for by Qiu Sanniang, otherwise she is a black citizen for a long time.

"Yes. You are the same as us, there are no relatives in the world except for Miss. Xiaoyi followed them in Qiu Mansion and called them girls, and when they came out, they called Miss Qiu Sanniang.

Every time Mo Zi talked about her loyalty to Qiu Sanniang, she felt empty. Close relatives? She put a few question marks, desperately thinking about Qiu Sanniang's good advantages, and the answer was no. A grasshopper on a rope, probably more appropriate. However, Qiu Sanniang and herself don't care about this answer.

Bai He came over to direct the two of them to move things, although there were nursing homes to move boxes and cages, and they had to take the baggage and valuables themselves. After two or three trips, I finally moved all the luggage into the guest yard in the hermitage.

Mo Zi took her luggage for the last time and returned to the Qingxin Courtyard where Sanniang lived, and heard laughter in the house under the hall.

"It's Mingyi Lao Nun." Lu Ju just came out after delivering tea, and pouted, "The girl gave a silver ticket of two hundred taels, you didn't see it, her face was crooked." is still a monk, and he hasn't seen through the red dust at all. ”

"The monks also have to eat. Only by eating a full meal can we understand the truth of the Buddhist scriptures. After enlightenment, you will know that it is better to see through the red dust than to enter the red dust. There are still white things such as gold and silver by the side, and the heart is more stable. "Mo Zi's respect for these nuns is not much higher than that of Green Ju.

You know, in these years, you can become a monk to avoid disasters, you can become a monk if you are crowded, you can become a monk if you can't survive, the place in the nunnery is quiet, and the sister-in-law will score one point. Anyway, the sister-in-law of this Cinian Nunnery couldn't see through the red dust, so she had to go into the red dust in order to survive. However, simply liking the clear meaning of money is not complicated. Whatever you want, it's written on your face, and there aren't so many intestines wrapped around and knotted.

Soon, Mingyi came out of the guest hall with two sisters-in-law, and Qiu Sanniang personally gave them away.

"The third girl just rest assured, not to mention that it was you who confessed, even the distinguished guest in Shangdu repeatedly told us not to say it. Old Ni wonders how you know. "Mingyi is in his fifties, dressed in a white robe, and he does have three points of dust.

Qiu Sanniang looked at Mo Zi, Nunu mouth, meaning, you come.

"My girl just found out. When I came in, I saw the personal girl of the distinguished guest from a distance in the bamboo forest. Mo Zi explained very smartly, "The girl has a relationship with her, and knows that this elder is extremely filial. Thinking about it, I deliberately lived here to spend the soul, so I must like to be quiet. I'm afraid that my wife is worried that there are not enough people around her, so she will send it to the girl again, and there will be many people, which will disturb her. Therefore, please ask the owner of the nunnery to only say that the girl is a guest in the filial piety, and there is no place to live in the nunnery, and all those who come from the house are sent for the girl. ”

"Old Nili will." Mingyi glanced at Mo Zi, an ordinary ring. So he put his hands together and said to Qiu Sanniang, "The third girl doesn't have to send it again, it's tiring all the way, let's rest first." ”

"After lunch, Sanniang will go to the owner of the nunnery to play chess?" Qiu Sanniang's hand talk skills are exquisite.

"Good, good. Master Wei also asked me to set up a stone plate in the bamboo forest and grass pavilion, but unfortunately I am not good at chess. The three girls can just play a game for me. Mingyi suddenly looked left and right, and stopped talking.

"The owner of the nunnery doesn't have to hesitate, these girls are very loyal." Qiu Sanniang is good at color.

"The distinguished guest seemed to be interested in choosing a good girl's daughter as his daughter-in-law, and once asked me about the big ladies in Los Angeles. I was the first to recommend the three girls. Today, since the three girls have arrived at the small nunnery, this is the meaning of Guanyin Bodhisattva's marriage. How about the old nun just set up another line for the two of you? ”

Qiu Sanniang's face was shy, and this time she still saw Mo Zi, because only Mo Zi knew the meaning of her eyes.

"If it is really Guanyin Bodhisattva who appears and finds a good marriage for my girl, it is a great joy. The grace of the owner of the nunnery will be repaid with sincerity. "Mo Zi thinks that this spokesperson is not good. If you can't say it properly, it's a mistake. It's too much, it's a bad debt.

But Mingyi was very satisfied with what he heard, made an appointment, and left with a smile.

"Mo Zi, how much silver is the sincerity you said?" Qiu Sanniang took two steps to the dormitory, turned around and asked.

"How much sesame oil does the girl donate in a year?" Mo Zixin said sure enough, and asked Qiu Sanniang rhetorically.

"Two or three hundred taels." Judging from the price of a bowl of Yangchun noodles and three copper plates, the annual expenditure of a peasant family is ten taels of silver, and the cost of twenty or thirty taels of travel and accommodation required by a scholar who goes to Beijing to take the top prize, this is a great contribution to a group of sisters-in-law who are vegetarians and do not have to pay rent.

"The girl just gave two hundred taels, and it should be enough to show sincerity if she gives another two hundred taels." The so-called matchmaking is to let Qiu Sanniang meet Wei's scene naturally. To put it bluntly, it's a trust.

"Four hundred taels, unlucky." Qiu Sanniang was not satisfied, "Make up five, and then give three hundred taels." ”

"There's never too much of them." Mo Zi is not painful or itchy, anyway, Qiu Sanniang is rich.

"Mo Zi, since you said this, the sincerity of these three hundred taels will be up to you." Qiu Sanniang's words were very agitated, and the next sentence made people vomit blood from internal injuries, "I don't have any money." ”

Mo Zi blinked his eyes and thought to himself, as soon as he went out, the nature of this master profiteer pounced, and he was menacing.

"Girl, where did Mo Zi get three hundred taels of silver?" Bai He, who was responsible for distributing the monthly money, also blinked, innocent and kind.

"Mo Zi, you have saved it for half a year, how much money do you have in your hand?" Qiu Sanniang cared.

"Eight, two, three." It is marching towards ten or two integers.

"Sixteen taels a year, three hundred taels of silver, how many years do you want to save?" Qiu Sanniang tested her math again.

"Eighteen years and nine months." Mo Zi immediately reported the previous year.

Qiu Sanniang was stunned, "I didn't expect you to play abacus well, and your mental arithmetic is quite fast." You have two choices now, one is that I lend you, and you have no savings for the next nineteen years. Second, find a way to earn three hundred taels before I get married. ”

"Girl, I'll talk about it when you can get married." Mo Zi rarely had a grudge in his words.

How can this be reasonable, she calculated all the marriage organs for Qiu Sanniang, and in the end, there was no benefit, and there was an extra debt of three hundred taels of silver. This Lord, when it is difficult to serve, she really wants to be a black people!