Farmer's Little Girl

Chapter 342

"Ah?" Qian just made an excuse to meet Mr. Zhuang. She didn't think Mr. Zhuang would change man Bao's name, but what's the small character?

Mr. Zhuang said with a smile: "a person not only has a surname, surname, but also a first name and characters, but ordinary people don't pay so much attention to it. They only have a first name. If man Bao is successful in reading, he can give her a word in the future, which is what I, a gentleman, expect of her."

Qian was confused about the previous words, but she understood the last sentence. She vaguely felt that it was a good thing.

Therefore, he quickly thanked Mr. Zhuang, then pushed the basket to Mr. Zhuang again, smiled and said, "these are all eggs laid by the chicken at home. Mr. Zhuang steamed an egg every day, which is good for his health."

Mr. Zhuang is used to receiving gifts from students, especially this kind of agricultural product, not to mention man Bao, who is also his entry-level disciple.

Mr. Zhou is like a father, just as he gives man Baoshu and pen and ink to her. It is normal for the old Zhou family to accept these things from the old Zhou family.

Because of this apprenticeship relationship, man Bao will be able to talk when he marries in the future. Similarly, man Bao can also talk about his funeral.

Qian naturally picked out those sweets from the basket and smiled at Mr. Zhuang: "it's said by man Bao that Mr. Zhuang likes sugar. This is some in the family. It's not comparable to what Mr. Zhuang has here. It's a sweet mouth for Mr. Zhuang."

Mr. Zhuang saw that this was man Bao's sugar, which was often filial to him. He smiled: "the old lady is too modest. This sugar is sweeter than ordinary sugar. I've eaten it here."

Qian's hand paused, then smiled and said, "if Mr. Zhuang likes it, I'll ask man Bao to send more back."

"You can't eat too much sweet when you are old." Mr. Zhuang said with a smile, "I'd better keep it for her to eat slowly."

Qian accompanied him for a long time before he left.

She walked slowly home. At this time, most of the sun hid behind the mountain, but it was still bright and the horizon was full of Xiaguang.

The cool wind at the end of autumn was blowing, but Qian didn't feel cold. Instead, her hands and feet were warm. She swayed home at a slow speed as before, but she knew it was still different.

Because she didn't stop all the way and didn't feel out of breath.

This is impossible before today.

Old Zhou tou didn't trust her very much. He was wandering near the door of his house. He didn't shake until he saw her coming from a distance. When she came up, he asked, "what did Mr. Zhuang say?"

"Mr. Zhuang said to get a word for man Bao when she was a little older."

"What word?"

Qian knew what he was asking and said, "it's the word of the name."

"That's no good. Man Bao's name is man. This is... Our family got it for her, and why don't I know that seven is a barrier? They haven't seen you before, boss. What are you doing? "

At the dinner table before, he was shocked that his old wife didn't think much about her good appetite tonight, but the more he thought just now, the more he felt something wrong.

Qian's face remained unchanged, holding the door frame to sit down on the threshold and said, "you forget, I asked the Taoist temple with man Bao before. This is what the Taoist priest said. Man Bao had a barrier when he was seven years old. By the way, I think man Bao is almost seven years old. In order to let her get through it safely, I'll take her to the Taoist temple tomorrow and worship again. "

"She won't go to school tomorrow?"

"I just asked Mr. Zhuang for leave," Qian said after a pause. "In the second half of the sound, I had a dream. I had to go up to the Taoist temple to ask and take man Bao with me."

Old Zhou's head perked up and immediately asked, "what dream?"

Qian glanced at him and said, "good dream."

The dream was so good that Qian didn't take the medicine Zhou Dalang took back from the old doctor, but kept it until the next time he got sick.

Bumping into the questioning eyes of old Zhou tou, Qian's face said as usual: "don't worry, I still want to watch man Bao grow up and marry. I don't mean not to drink medicine, but I feel much better."

Lao Zhou thought of her unusual appetite today and asked in a low voice, "is it related to your dream?"

Qian nodded slightly.

The next day, Qian took a medium-sized basket and spread half of the rice in it. Looking at the appearance of three or four kilograms, he chose 18 even eggs to spread.

There were only eight or nine eggs left at once.

But Qian put the basket on the cart without blinking, so he pulled man Bao to sit on the cart.

On Wednesday, Lang was responsible for pushing the cart.

Zhou Dalang watched the old man push his mother and Yaomei away. He frowned suspiciously and quietly asked Xiao Qian, "it's strange that my mother used to ask me to push him to the Taoist temple. Why did you specifically call the old man's name this time?"

Little Qian said carelessly, "didn't my mother ask you to clean up the ditch in Dawan field? Next year, it will be convenient to plant rice for irrigation and drainage. "

Can the third man do the job, too?

Zhou Dalang always felt that something was wrong. He felt that my mother deliberately supported him. Of course, he could only whisper this to Xiao Qian.

Little Qian glanced at him and said, "it's stupid enough. Don't you see the old third daughter-in-law with a big stomach? At this time, it's normal to ask the old three to go to the Taoist temple, okay? "

It dawned on Zhou Dalang.

The Qian family, who was far away, was full of worries. She didn't think of this. She just touched man Bao's small head and whispered, "when you go to the Taoist temple in a moment, you must be clever and knock more heads for the Heavenly Master, so that he can bless your life safely and smoothly."

Man Bao nods excitedly.

She goes to the Taoist temple almost every year. In her opinion, the Taoist temple is more fun than the county.

The Taoist temple is on the mountain behind Dali Village. No one knows when the Taoist temple on the mountain was established. Anyway, it has always been there in the hearts of the villagers.

It's ragged. Occasionally, dignitaries from the county and city give more alms. The Taoist temple can replace an old place with a new one. In this way, the new becomes old and the old is replaced with a new one, which is passed down from generation to generation.

At present, there are only six Taoists in the Taoist temple. They only have a few thin fields at the foot of the mountain and cultivate them by themselves. Occasionally, during busy farming, the believers in Dali Village will help.

They grow their own vegetables behind the Taoist temple, which is basically self-sufficient.

Because apart from the annual temple fair, people who come here to worship gods and make wishes are all nearby villagers.

The villagers are not willing to give sesame oil money. They will give a handful of vegetables, a handful of rice, two eggs and half a chicken

Some are really poor. They take a handful of incense and burn it and go down the mountain. Even poorer, they go up with bare hands, lie on the futon and cry with the Lord Tianzun. When they have cried enough, they kowtow and go down the mountain.

The latter can often get a handful of green vegetables, a handful of rice, two eggs or a chicken from the Taoists

So the Taoists on the mountain are not rich.

Qian is a regular visitor in the Taoist temple. The Taoist priest on duty in front recognized her as soon as he saw her. He subconsciously smiled. When he saw the basket full of eggs she was carrying, his smile was even bigger.

As soon as man Bao looked up, he could only see his pleated bright smile. She was happy at once, and then she grinned at him with a bright smile.