Guo Daquan said hurriedly: "Keep some in that room.
We will give you monthly money and give you silver during the New Year.
If you can only get in but not get out, you won't get rich.
How can it be such a good thing?"
After hearing this, Guo Qin hurriedly checked the amount arrangement with the manager.
Qingya took the opportunity to say to her father and elder brother: "Dad, we have to be careful about this patent."
She didn't know what to say, because she knew that her family was obsessed with making money, and the royalties seemed easy to collect.
She was afraid that they would forget about it just for money, so she gave a special reminder.
Guo Shouye hurriedly said, "Father knows."
Guo Daquan also smiled and said: "Brother will not be interested in money."
Qingya felt relieved when she saw that the two of them had listened.
They still need to manage it, but she doesn't have the ability to take care of it.
After finishing the matter, I went back to the house and sorted out the New Year's goods with Shen Hanmei's second sister-in-law.
Needless to say, this year has been very lively, but there has been no quiet time at all.
Qingya spent the New Year with her family and was in a good mood, letting herself play like a child.
This situation changed after the New Year's Eve.
From the first day of the Lunar New Year, countless relatives and friends from all walks of life came to pay New Year's greetings.
New Year greetings are secondary, but marriage proposal is the most important thing.
The elders looked for every opportunity to see her and tried to impress her with all kinds of words.
Qingya found it annoying, so he had to devote himself to studying again without leaving the door.
Wu declined all visits for her and became quiet.
Qingya immersed herself in research and forgot everything around her.
As a result, she was busier than usual this first month.
It was not until mid-February, when she had completed two tapestries, that her concentrated enthusiasm and inspiration subsided.
Then she felt exhausted and no longer wanted to touch paper and pen.
When I went out and saw the light yellow buds on the willow branches and the light green grass sprouting from the cracks in the rocks in the fields, my heart couldn't hold it back.
Guo Shouye, Guo Daquan and others went to the city on the fifth day of the first lunar month.
He didn't let Qingya follow him, this was to avoid the Xia family.
Therefore, the only people left in Luwan Village are Wu, Guo Dayou, and Qiaoer Guo Jian.
Qingya told Wu that she wanted to go out by boat.
Because Guo Dayou was unavailable, Mrs.
Wu was worried that she would go out alone.
She thought for a while and said, "There is a temple fair on February 19th.
How about you and your mother go to the Wuqiao Guanyin Temple to offer incense?
My mother has already said that she is going to give you two My sister-in-law asked for a sign, some incense, and a wish, but she never got the time."
Qingya hurriedly hugged her arm.
He nodded vigorously, his eyes curled up in laughter.
Mrs.
Wu knew that she liked it and wanted to go.
He smiled and said: "Then let's go tomorrow.
You can also ask for a signature."
After saying that, hope arose in my heart: That’s fine, I’ll take my daughter with me.
By the way, I pray to Guanyin Bodhisattva for a good marriage.
If my daughter is so kind-hearted, Guanyin Bodhisattva will definitely bless her to marry the man she wants.
Qingya nodded, still looking at her.
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Mrs.
Wu said that the Wuqiao Guanyin Temple was so efficacious that even if a daughter-in-law asked to have a son, or if the old woman was sick, the doctor would not take it seriously.
Just go to the temple and ask for a talisman to turn into water and drink it, and it will be fine.
Who is asking for marriage, etc.
"When it comes to the temple fair, people can't be crowded.
The big tree is covered with red silk."
Listening to these folk tales and anecdotes with a clear smile.
The reason why she was attracted to the "Five Bridges Guanyin Temple" when she heard about it was not to go to the temple to offer incense, but because her mother and sisters-in-law had talked about the Guanyin Temple several times and she was interested in the environment.
Wuqiao Village is located in the upper reaches of Jingjiang River, more than ten miles away from Wuyou Town.
It was originally called Wuqiao because there are five stone bridges in the village where the water network is intertwined.
Over time, people called it Wuqiao Village.
There is a Guanyin Temple at the head of Wuqiao Village.
There is a ginkgo tree in front of the temple, with several people hugging each other.
When Qingya heard about this place for the first time, a picture came to mind: An ancient ginkgo tree spreads its huge canopy, and the dense branches and leaves are covered with red silk paper tags; an ancient temple is not grand and spectacular, and the gaps in the bluestone road and the blue brick walls are covered with moss and mottled Fall off; good men and women come from all over the land and water.
With pious expressions on their faces, they kowtow around the tree or bow three times to the temple.
The scene gave her a strange feeling.
When Wu mentioned it today, she agreed to go.
I packed my things that night and got ready to leave early the next day.
Qiaoer is going too.
Mrs.
Wu coaxed her into staying at home with her mother and taking care of her younger brother.
In the early morning of the next day, Qing Ya took the girl with a slim waist, Wu took Yang Anping's family and two daughters-in-law, and Ruan Xiu took four young people to guard the hospital and drive the boat, and the group rushed to Wuqiao.
Let’s talk about Wuqiao Village.
At the end of the village there is Mr.
Zhao, an old bamboo stripper.
On the fourth day of the first lunar month, two young men came to Uncle Zhao's house.
He told his neighbors that they were his distant cousins, and they came to seek refuge with him because the family was having trouble.
Both brothers have beards and disheveled hair, and are dressed in muddy clothes with long sleeves.
They look a bit slovenly.
Fortunately, one is strong and tall, and the other is slender and tall, so they don't look so downcast.
The two brothers took a small boat and made a living by fishing on the water.
Sometimes I leave early and come back late, and sometimes I don’t see you back for several days.
After meeting them a few times, the people in the village got used to the presence of these two people.
Sometimes when they caught fish, they would sit under the ginkgo tree in front of the temple, selling fish while listening to people talking about local customs and interesting rural anecdotes.
The younger man rarely spoke.
He occasionally interjected a few words and asked a lot of questions.
The boss talks more and answers questions.
After breakfast that day, the two brothers came to the ginkgo tree again carrying the fish they had caught early.
There were already many small traders sitting under the tree: some selling rice cakes, some selling bean curds, some selling incense candles, paper money and wallets with peace charms.
They were all villagers who came early to wait for the pilgrims so that they could earn pocket money.
Seeing them, everyone hurriedly greeted them.
While joking, an old man saw the young man looking up at the tree and took the initiative to talk about the custom of tying red silk and making a wish paper, saying, "It's very effective."
The topic soon turned to the Guanyin Temple, saying that the Guanyin in this temple was particularly divine and protected the people of Wuqiao Village.
"There was a flood, and the temple was flooded," the young man said in a low voice.
"The embankment is broken every year, how can this temple not be flooded every year?"
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someone laughed.
"Why don't you build the fence?"
the young man asked again.
People kept talking about it, repairing it every year and breaking it every year.
"If you use those sandbags to fool people, how can you surround them and collapse in a flash?"
The experienced old man couldn't help but shake his head.
Another man said, "I heard that the imperial court sent people to repair it, but why didn't it be repaired?"
Everyone sighed and said they had never seen any official practice diligently.
The young man asked what materials were used to build the embankment, which areas had been repaired in previous years, and when the siege would be broken every year.
What would they do after the siege was broken, "The time is about to come, let's prepare early.
It's better to escape."
Everyone laughed and said, "Wherever you go, it's safest to hide in this temple."
"This temple is protected by Guanyin.
It has been flooded for decades, but the temple has not collapsed.
Look, it is still strong.
So is the tree.
The more flooded it is, the more prosperous it grows.
When I was a child, it was this thick.
We I grew up playing under the tree.
When it’s hot, I don’t need to fan myself under the tree.
It’s very cool.
We have no illness or disaster all year round.
It’s all thanks to Guanyin’s blessing.”
"When the water reaches its highest level, it reaches the roots of the tree."
"Do you think it's strange or not?
The water has never covered the roots of this tree."
"When the water rises, we all hide in the Guanyin Temple."
“Once the water recedes, everything will be as usual.”
People talked a lot about the strangeness of the Guanyin Temple and the ginkgo tree.
The young man was listening attentively when suddenly he stopped looking at the dock.
A boat came from the messy pier.
It was bigger than a awning boat, and it looked like it was not something that ordinary people could own.
There were two girls standing on the bow of the boat, one was beautiful, the other was ethereal and calm.
One of his long sleeves was trembling slightly, and he didn't know what was going on.
Qingya looked at the huge leafy ginkgo tree crown in front of her.
In the shape of a perfect mushroom umbrella, the newly opened green leaves are green and tender, very eye-catching; there are many red silks tied on the tree; in contrast, the person sitting under the tree seems to be a miniature version.
She couldn't help but smile.
It was exactly as she imagined.
It was so spectacular.
After the boat docked, Wu took her arm and was surrounded by people getting off the boat.
Qingya walked straight towards the ancient tree, his eyes never leaving the tree.
She stopped when she was a few feet away from the ancient tree.
Watch carefully.
Because no matter how close you are, you can’t see the whole picture clearly.
The tree trunk is at least as large as four people hugging each other.
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The roots are entangled, the branches are intertwined, and the crown blocks the sky and the sun.
After years of hard work, it is simple and elegant, with elegant posture.
Among the green leaves, many red ribbons fluttered.
Looking at it, I couldn't help but smile and shake my head.
The young man seemed to hear her complaining softly: "A good tree has so many red ribbons."
"Does it look good?"
Wu asked.
"Good-looking" Qingya replied casually.
"Come and pay homage to this tree spirit."
Although Mrs.
Wu could not understand her daughter's elegance.
But he knew that she liked this kind of scenery, so he cooperated with her to look at the trees.
After seeing them, he felt that it would be unpious not to bow, so he asked her to bow to them.
Qingya thought that this ancient tree was thousands of years old and was worthy of respect, so he worshiped it.
So, the mother and daughter moved closer, and the others hurriedly followed.
Qingya suddenly felt intense attention, and then looked under the tree.
There were many people doing business sitting under the tree, all simple farmers.
At this time, they all looked at them curiously.
Although the things sold are ordinary, this folk scene is what she likes to see the most.
She forgot to look for the person who was watching her, and walked over to watch them one by one.
With a smile on her face, she whispered: "What is this?
What a big red carp."
As she approached, the young man seemed to freeze.
Hearing her speak, he was quiet for a while before saying: "The girl wants it."
Qingya saw that there were several big mandarin fish in another bucket, and they were all very fresh.
She had the idea of wanting it, so she said to Mrs.
Wu: "Mom, this fish is fresh.
I bought it and cooked it at night."
Before he could finish his words, Wu stopped him and said anxiously: "Don't talk nonsense about buying fish here, they are all used to release animals.
If you can't kill the fish, don't blame the Bodhisattva.
Don't blame her for being young and ignorant, she is the most kind-hearted person." " Qingya quietly stuck out his tongue, turned his face, and met the young man's eyes.
Suddenly she realized that he was different from other people: unlike the villagers who looked at her curiously, with eyes that were a little shrinking and envious, which were the usual eyes of poor people when they looked at rich people; his eyes were bright and strange, and she felt familiar.
It paused on his face for a moment longer.
After confirming that she didn't recognize this person, she looked away.
The young man also lowered his eyelids.
After Wu confessed her crime, she said to Qingya: "I'll buy it later and let it go.
You come and say goodbye first."
Qingya stepped forward and bowed several times to the ancient tree with his hands clasped together.
After bowing, I turned around and looked at another stall: a bamboo basket supported a round sieve, with white roving cloth spread out in the sieve, and a few green cakes placed on it, so tempting.
She looked at Wu and smiled, "Mom, buy a cake."
Wu couldn't help but laugh, "I want to eat it."
Qing Ya nodded hurriedly.
This cake is made from the juice extracted from young mugwort leaves pinched in the fields.
It has stuffing inside and is called "Baba".
It is said to be eaten on March 3rd to satisfy the soul.
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Wu asked Yang Anping's family to buy a few.
He handed one to Qingya and said with a smile: "The food outside should be delicious."
Qingya took it, took a bite, and chewed slowly with her mouth closed.
Wu looked at her lovingly.
I remembered when I took her to Wyou Town when she was a child, and passed by the fragrant pancake stalls or steamed bun shops.
The little Qingya would always look at it intently, pretending not to care.
She felt particularly distressed when she saw it, so she would buy a few. , watching her eat like this, she couldn't bear to eat any of it herself.
Thinking about it, Mrs.
Wu was full of tenderness and asked again: "Does it taste good?
I'll buy you a piece of cake."
He also asked Yang Anping's family to buy steamed rice cakes.
She enjoyed the feeling of buying something for her daughter to eat.
Qing Ya swallowed cleanly, nodded and said: "It will be more delicious if you add some shrimp."
The stuffing was mixed with watercress, beans, dried chili peppers, and was very fragrant.
She thought it would be more delicious if some shrimps were added.
Shrimps are not hard to come by.
In this season, as long as you carry a shrimp crawler and go out for a spin, you can always find a pound of shrimps, whether stir-fried leeks or braised bamboo shoots.
Wu hurriedly stopped and said, "Say again."
The Yang Anping family member smiled and said, "Girl, everyone here is vegetarian."
Everyone nearby laughed.
Qingya realized that he had said something wrong again and had blasphemed the Bodhisattva.
At a glance, I saw a faint smile in the young man's eyes.
A strange feeling came over her again, and she looked at him.
The man seemed a little uneasy and lowered his eyelids.
His eldest brother smiled quickly and asked: "Girl, do you want this fish?"
Wu said: "Let's go worship the Bodhisattva first and come back later."
As he pulled Qingya towards the bluestone steps and into the temple, the slim-waisted girl and others followed closely, and Ruan Xiu followed with two teenagers.
Qingya walked a few steps and suddenly looked back.
There were several peasant women under the tree looking at her and smiling, nothing unusual.
She glanced around suspiciously, then turned away.
This ginkgo tree reflects the ancient trees of the temple, coupled with the moss-covered bluestone floor and green brick walls, it is indescribably quiet and simple.
Furthermore, although there were many people coming, it was not noisy and crowded.
People were all focused on their pious thoughts.
Qingya felt that her heart was very peaceful and peaceful.
The temple is not big, there are only two rooms and three rooms each time you enter, but they are all spacious and broad.
The main hall houses a statue of Guanyin.
Mrs.
Wu knelt down and kowtowed devoutly, muttering something in her mouth.
After paying homage, a lot was drawn.
Then, Qingya was asked to kneel down and draw lots.
"Try it.
It's very effective."
Wu encouraged her expectantly.
Qingya nodded, and really knelt down to beg silently.
She also wanted to see if God could give her some enlightenment.
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He held the lottery tube and shook it vigorously, then drew one.
When I took it out, I saw it was lottery No. 8.
He and Wu walked to the east room, and after paying homage to the Lady of the Gift, they found an old monk to receive the signature.
Wu received it first and showed it to Qingya.
Qingya couldn't understand it, so he still handed it to the old monk and asked him to explain.
As soon as I got the muted signature and unfolded it, I couldn't help but be stunned.
I saw a sentence recorded on the yellow paper: As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win, and there are countless people in the world.
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