In an alley in Nancheng, the early morning sunlight shines through the lush pomegranate trees and shines thinly on the inside and outside of the yard.

Mrs. Yang came in from one end of the alley with a piece of rib meat in one hand, walked briskly to the small courtyard where the Yang siblings lived, with a pomegranate tree on top, and stretched out her hand to open the door.

In the yard, Mrs. Yang was holding a pottery basin and sprinkling water carefully. When she saw Mrs. Yang pushing open the door and coming in, she hurriedly put down the pot. Mrs. Yang handed over the rib meat and asked, "How many times have you sprinkled it?"

"The third time, sprinkle it and it will be good. Auntie bought something again. This meat is really good. If Auntie has nothing to do today, she will have dinner here at noon and evening. I will make it anyway. Just add more bowls of water, which will save Auntie a

It's troublesome if people get angry." Mrs. Yang took the meat and put it in the kitchen, and hurriedly moved a small bamboo chair over.

Mrs. Yang took the small bamboo chair and moved it to the place where Mrs. Yang had sprinkled the water. "You go about your business and finish sprinkling the water. It will be so refreshing and clean for you to clean up the yard every day. It's really comfortable."

Mrs. Yang picked up the pottery basin, quickly sprinkled it with water, put the basin away, went into the kitchen and brought out a bowl of rice juice, "Auntie, drink a bowl. Auntie likes sweetness, so I put a spoonful of sophora nectar."

"Is this for Brother Xing?" Mrs. Yang took it and took a sip, with a look of satisfaction on her face, "This rice oil is cooked well."

"You have to study for an hour in the morning. Brother Xing is growing taller and cannot have anything in his stomach. But if he eats too much, his breakfast will not be delicious. Last time you said that rice and oil are the most nourishing. I

I bought two kilograms of high-quality japonica rice, and I got up early to cook two bowls of rice oil. I figured I could eat it for a month. Brother Xing likes to drink this rice oil very much."

While answering Mrs. Yang's words, Madam Yang took out two flat baskets from the kitchen, sat down next to Mrs. Yang, and quickly picked the soybeans in the basket while talking, "Auntie, dressed like this, are you going to see us again today?"

"That's not true." Mrs. Yang slowly drank the rice oil, "You also know that it was only because of the help of a great benefactor that I was able to go to the capital and live such a good life now. That benefactor didn't lack anything, and I also

There is no place where I can repay a favor, I hope there will be no one in this life and no one in the next life, Amitabha."

Mrs. Yang recited a few words of Buddha, "Buddha bless the benefactors for generations to come. Although there is no place to repay, I still want to have a place to dedicate myself to. No, this is to go to the temple every now and then to burn incense. Please pray.

Buddha and Bodhisattvas bless our benefactors, may they be safe and happy, and may everything go well for them from generation to generation."

Madam Yang stopped picking the soybeans, "Auntie, is this the same? I thought it was just me..." Madam Yang was a little embarrassed, "My family's benefactor is much more kind than my auntie. I used to do it every day."

I told my brother that I would repay my benefactor in the future. My aunt taught me and I changed my mind. I no longer dared to say anything about repaying my benefactor in the future. I just offered incense to my benefactor morning and night... Oh, I am such a confused person. It is better to offer incense to my benefactor.

Go to the temple to burn incense and ask the gods and bodhisattvas to bless your benefactor. Auntie, will you go now? How long will it take? If there is time, I will go with auntie."

"It's late. I have nothing to do today. I came out early. Originally, I went to the temple to offer incense on the 15th day of the Lunar New Year. I heard that the master in charge of Daxiangguo Temple was going to recite sutras in front of the Buddha today. I thought this was a rare opportunity and it happened to be

If you have nothing to do, why not go to the temple to burn incense and do your best." Mrs. Yang finished drinking the rice oil and handed the bowl to Mrs. Yang.

Mrs. Yang took the bowl, rinsed it a few times, wiped her hands and said, "Auntie, wait for me for a while. I'll change into clothes for going out. Let's leave now."

Mrs. Yang waited for Mrs. Yang to change into an indigo muslin skirt and a moon-white muslin gown. They locked the courtyard door and went to the Daxiangguo Temple together.

In mid-July, the heat in the evening is still there, but it is a little weak. The shadow of the sun has faded, and when the night rises, a gust of wind passes by, and the coolness penetrates through the gauze clothes.

Jin Zhuoyan walked through the garden and walked leisurely towards Weng Weng Jinxiang's courtyard.

In the past few years, or since the engagement of King Qin, he has become more and more stable in his heart. The fate of Weng Wengru approaching his end has been stepped on. Occasionally, he will even doubt whether the fate is there or not.

Something from God... Guo Sheng firmly believed in it.

Jin Zhuoyan thought about Guo Sheng's belief in ghosts, gods and all kinds of magical things, and he felt funny in his heart. A person like Guo Sheng, who killed countless people and had no taboos, actually believed in such things. But he believed in ghosts and gods, too.

Without delay, he would kill someone if he wanted to!

It's really interesting.

Jin Zhuoyan entered the courtyard gate and walked along the corridor through the hanging flower gate. Opposite the hanging flower gate, Jin Xiang and his wife, Mrs. Min, were sitting on the porch talking. When Jin Zhuoyan turned around, Mrs. Min stood up holding the armrest of the chair and smiled.

Wave, "We are waiting for you."

Jin Zhuoyan simply strode across the yard and up the steps. Mrs. Min watched with loving eyes as Jin Zhuoyan sat down on the chair she had just been sitting on, then turned and entered the house.

"Is everything okay?" Jin Zhuoyan looked at Weng Weng with a gloomy expression.

"It's nothing serious. He has arrived in the capital, in the suburbs." Jin Xiang's voice was low.

"Who?" Jin Zhuoyan was startled, and then his eyes widened, "Which one? Him? What is he here for? What does he want to do? Didn't he say..."

"Why are you anxious?" Jin Xiang frowned slightly and glanced at Jin Zhuoyan with some dissatisfaction.

Jin Zhuoyan took a deep breath, "I'm a little anxious. As soon as I heard about him, nothing good will happen if he comes, and nothing good will happen every time."

"Hmm." Jin Xiang couldn't tell whether he agreed or disagreed with his um, "Brother Yan is getting married next month, which is only a few days away. It's only human nature for him to come. Don't think too much about it, but I just wanted to tell you.

"

"Is there really nothing wrong with him coming?" Jin Zhuoyan didn't quite believe it.

"It's a small matter, but it's not on your side. Just let me know so you know what's going on." Jin Xiang's tone sounded relaxed, but Jin Zhuoyan frowned. That monk never had trivial matters!

Anfu Town outside Jiangyin City, like Beisanli outside Gaoyou City, prospered with the presence of garrison, and later became a gathering place for Jiangyin Army and Gaoyou Army.

Half of Anfu Town is surrounded by the Xiao'an River leading to the canal. The water is clear and peaceful, with green willows and green grass along the river. There are people lying down and sleeping with straw hats on their faces everywhere along the river, carrying pots of tea from the town's teahouses.

People who came here to sit and talk while enjoying the river breeze, and people who squatted and fished all day.

Fugui held a large clay teapot in one hand and a cup in the other. He walked to Yingui who had been fishing by the river for an unknown length of time. He squatted down and stretched his head to look at the fish floating in the river.

He put down the teapot again, stretched out his hand to pull up the rope of the fish basket tied to a nearby tree branch, lifted the fish basket up, and made a tut-tsk sound when he saw that there were enough fish in the fish basket to fill a small basket.

"Brother, you are an expert. The sun hasn't even reached the top of your head yet, and you're already halfway there?"

"This is how people make a living." A waiter from a small restaurant in the town came over and gave Yingui a pot of tea. He quickly pulled up the fish basket and threw the fish one by one into the fish basket he brought.

In the small bamboo basket, "These crucian carps are pretty good. I have two or three bowls of thick soup. Oh, this snakehead fish is good. Just right. Early in the morning, the boy from the old Chen family came to ask and said that there was a good snakehead fish left for him."

, by coincidence, there are eleven items in total, I will take them back and let Dangtou calculate the money with you later."

Yin Gui waved his hands without looking back. Just as the waiter put the fish basket back into the river, Yin Gui suddenly lifted it and a lively carp was lifted out of the water.

Fugui squatted aside and watched the waiter keep complaining that someone was about to eat carp, and asked Yingui to throw the fish on the hook directly to him. He was envious, "Brother, with this skill, you will never be hungry wherever you go."

"Brother, do you have any secrets for fishing?" Fugui stepped forward.

While taking off the carp, the man looked at Fugui and smiled, "I've asked you this too. Old Ge Tou doesn't hide his secrets, but his eyesight needs to be practiced for at least ten years. It's useless even if he knows it."

.You guys talk, I have to go back quickly, what does Lao Ge want to eat for lunch? Dangtou asked you to tell me early, he will have time to cook it for you."

"Dangtou makes the best fried noodles. If he has free time, give me a bowl." Yin Gui turned around and said unceremoniously.
Chapter completed!