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Mrs. Huo came in the afternoon of the second day, followed by two maids, each holding a box of gold and silver.

Butler Sun took her directly into the backyard of the palace.

"My young master, Madam Huo is here to see you!"

There were the sounds of footsteps in the room, and faintly the sound of Niang Niang asking Jiang An to put on his shoes.

The door slowly opened, and a fat hand appeared first.

"Butler Sun~"

"Auntie~"

Jiang An grabbed the door latch with his right hand, put his feet up, and hung the whole thing on the door.

"Ouch, don't fall!"

Butler Sun quickly put the young mistress down from the door and gently rubbed the red marks on her palms.

Jiang An smiled and stood there obediently, not forgetting to stick his head out to invite his aunt in.

Mrs. Huo first handed the food box in her hand to Nianniang, "This is what Changming said he must bring to An'an to try."

"It's a new snack made by the chef in the building."

"Ah! Thank you, auntie~"

Tuanzi's round eyes had already run far away following the food box, still saying nice things.

Qi Sheng from Qi Shan Yuan Courtyard was also called to Zhai Xing Courtyard. After all, Jiang An, a four-year-old kid, couldn't do this calculation.

The vegetables were sold in Yufulou for a day and a half, and together with the silver received from Ling Wuhou as compensation for Yufulou's losses,

Tuanzi can get a total of 1,000 taels of silver.

Mrs. Huo knew that Jiang An loved gold and silver, so she brought silver instead of silver notes.

She was outside, listening to the sound of Qisheng playing with the abacus, and her beautiful eyes looked at Jiang An, who was sitting among the piles of silver.

The fair and tender child was surrounded by a circle of silver, holding a big silver ingot in one hand, with a bright smile on his face. No matter how you looked at him, he looked as cute as a little boy under the seat of the God of Wealth.

Qi Shanyuan stayed beside Jiang An and stopped Tuanzi when he was about to grab some snacks.

He carefully washed An An's hands with a towel before placing the snacks closer.

Jiang An took a round hawthorn ball and put it in Qi Shanyuan's hand.

Tuanzi paused and stuffed a large silver ingot into his hand.

Qi Shanyuan felt the weight in his hand, and the smile on his face was helpless, "An An, I don't lack money..."

"But An An wants to share it with you!"

Tuanzi stood up and patted Yuanyuan's shoulder, pretending to be serious with his fair and tender face.

"An An will take care of you!"

Keep you fat and white!

His eyes were filled with the warmth radiating from Jiang An. The young man smiled, his earlobes slightly red.

He could hear himself whisper, "Okay."

Mrs. Huo, who had watched the entire process, turned her head without changing her expression.

My son, your position is in jeopardy!

After seeing Mrs. Huo off, Tuanzi and Nianniang climbed up to the Zhaixing Tower in the courtyard with the silver.

The Zhaixing Tower is now also Jiang An’s small treasury, which contains many small treasures she has collected, and of course the big treasures given by her father!

It was already dark when Jiang Jichen returned home. As tomorrow was the Lantern Festival, he spent the entire afternoon discussing matters with several generals who were on patrol that day.

The palace was brightly lit, and every corner was illuminated by lanterns hanging high up, making the night as bright as day.

At this time, Jiang An had already gone to meet Zhou Gong with her big silver ingot.

The old father had no choice but to return to his own yard.

Jiang Jichen realized something was wrong as soon as he got on the bed. He took out the large silver ingot hidden under the quilt. Only his laughter could be heard in the silent main room.

A dark guard in black appeared from nowhere and half-knelt in the room silently.

"Master, this silver ingot was placed on your bed by the young master."

Jiang Jichen sat lazily on the bed with his hair loose, his wide sleeves slipped down, revealing his thin arms.

"The king knows."

"Yes."

The secret guard Jiang Jiu lowered his eyes, without any emotion in them, and in the blink of an eye he jumped onto the beam again.

……

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the Shangyuan Festival.

Today Jiang An was woken up early by Niang Niang, saying that the young lady had to go to school today!

There is a custom during the Lantern Festival in Chongzhou. Students gather together and, led by their teachers, walk along the main street through the city of Chongzhou until they stop at Songhu Lake in the north of the city.

This is the parade of students during the Shangyuan Festival.

According to the stories told by the old people in Chongzhou, the emperor, the founder of the Southern Merchants, led 100,000 elite soldiers to guard the country and was buried in Chongzhou.

After that, every Lantern Festival in Chongzhou was filled with the howling of ghosts. They said that it was the wailing of soldiers who could not find their way home after waking up on that day. At that time, the academy supervisor would take the students to the streets to recite scriptures.

This custom has been passed down to this day.

Many scholars and students gathered in front of the school. The old master and the dean stood side by side in front of the door, followed by several teachers.

The old man called Jiang An to his side.

He handed the yellowed Sacrifice Scripture to Tuanzi and looked at the elementary school student lovingly.

"You just stay with me..."

Jiang An was wearing a sky-blue long coat with silver patterns, and the outer layer of light gauze was flowing, looking like a fairy boy from the sky.

She took small steps closer to the old teacher, holding the scripture and nodding seriously.

Tuanzi, who was not allowed to bring maids or guards to the occasion today and had no idea that someone was secretly protecting her, completely regarded the old man as her own safe haven.

The parade was huge, with scholars holding scriptures and looking solemn.

Even in the daytime, the students standing on both sides held torches high in their hands.

Behind the head abbot and the old master, a servant held up a bull horn, one end of which was tied with a colorful string, and filled with wine, which was sprinkled on the roadside.

Behind the servants came a group of scholars, each of them holding a wooden stick and beating it to make rhythm, which mixed in with the sound of scriptures.

Jiang An was led by the old master, holding the scriptures tightly in his arms. The sound of chanting scriptures seemed to come from the sky.

She was led forward by the old master. When she looked back at the huge team behind her, she felt a strange emotion in her heart.

It's the kind of soul trembling...

Tuanzi's eyes were clear, but they were dull for a moment.

Regardless of whether the legend is true or not, this team is indeed defeating the soldiers who defended their country on the battlefield.

She seemed to have seen such a grand scene somewhere before.

Where is it?

Before they knew it, the team had reached the main street. Standing on the street were all Chongzhou residents. The middle of the street was empty, with only the wind blowing up the dust.

There were also people on the second floor looking down.

She saw Xie Yunshan, who was not serious on weekdays, the old fox Hu Yan, and Meng Buren, who didn't like to smile...

Tuanzi retracted his gaze and stopped thinking about when he had seen such a scene. Anyway, those memories had long faded.

She is Jiang An, but those things in the past have nothing to do with the present Jiang An.

"Amitabha…"

A monk suddenly appeared on the deserted street. He had a bag hanging on his body and a Zen stick in his left hand. When he looked at people with his drooping eyes, he looked like a bottomless black hole. He was calm but also afraid of the unknown.

The chanting team did not stop. The abbot and the old master were obviously familiar with this monk.

As they approached, the old monk looked at Jiang An, who was led by the old master.

He stretched out his empty right hand and said, "Little donor, can you lend me this scripture?"

This book belongs to the old man.

Tuanzi raised his head and agreed only after getting the teacher's approval.

The old monk took the scripture with a smile, but put the Buddhist beads in his hand on hers and said, "As a monk, I have nothing, so I will give this to you, the little donor."