I played as an assistant in ancient times

Shen Xiaoye was driving a donkey cart all the way south. She thought the donkey was running too slowly, so she simply climbed up the shaft and half-stood, holding the reins with both hands, "Go, run faster and I'll give you carrots."

The donkey actually listened to her. It had no choice but to do so. The human's hand was really too strong and it was strangling the donkey so much.

I don't know how she did it. When she wanted to stop, the handlebars would hit her body very accurately, which was very painful.

Shen Xiaoye's driving skills were all learned from her uncle who ran a donkey farm in her previous life. As the only daughter of four brothers in the family, she was willing to teach anyone even if she didn't want to learn anything.

As soon as I got on the car, I instantly got the feeling back, and the donkey cart almost seemed to be drifting.

Shen Xiaoye said she didn't blame herself, it was the road and the wheels that didn't cooperate with her.

The donkey cart was speeding at lightning speed, stirring up a cloud of yellow summer dust, which choked the three people who were riding horses towards it.

The black-faced man with a bald spot in the forehead who was in the lead shouted, "Damn it, stop the car!

Uh, bah…"

However, Shen Xiaoye obviously did not hear it. She did not even slow down, leaving everyone with a face covered in dirt.

Da da da

Several horses rushed forward quickly and far away before the cloud of dust stopped. The dark-faced man in the lead spat out a mouthful of dirt and said, "Is there anyone more arrogant than me on this road?"

"Master Zhuang, I will chase after him and teach him a lesson.

Judging from his figure and voice, he sounds like a young man." The person behind him spoke.

Master Zhuang patted the dirt off his face and said, "I'm in a good mood today, so I won't argue with that little bastard."

Humph, don’t do it again next time, otherwise I will throw you into the mud and roll you for three days.

A few people continued to ride their horses forward, and soon they met a young man riding a horse at a gallop, oh no, it was a young man riding a cow and running towards them.

Still at full speed, he rushed past three horses in an instant, causing the horses to neigh and want to run at full speed.

The dark-faced man was splashed with dirt again, "Oh, you're all in a hurry to reincarnate!"

"Master Zhuang, are all the young men around your hometown so reckless?

Looking at the direction, it seems to be coming from Jiuli Village." Another person who followed him couldn't help but say happily.

Mr. Zhuang frowned. Why did he feel that the boy riding the cow just now looked familiar?

When he rode to the village entrance, he saw Shen Shanxin standing next to his mother with a whip in his hand. Then he remembered who the young man was.

So he jumped off his horse and called out "Mom," and then asked, "Brother-in-law, there is a boy riding a cow running south. Is he your nephew?"

……

Shen Changsui found out from the locals that Lin was heading south, and when he was driving back to the village, he found that his little niece had been kidnapped.

He had no choice but to ride the cow borrowed from his uncle, but the cow ran at an astonishing speed.

Just as Shen Xiaoye parked his car outside Tangjiaji, he arrived.

"Shen Xiaoye!"

"Uncle! Have you found grandma? I thought at first that some kidnappers were kidnapping people, but then I realized that grandma is not their target." Shen Xiaoye suddenly became fascinated.

Shen Changsui jumped off the ox, led the ox, looked her up and down and asked, "Can you drive a donkey cart?"

"I can also drive a ox cart." Mainly because her uncle has it.

Shen Changsui nodded, already thinking of who she learned this from, "Someone saw grandma leaving the village and walking towards the south road, let's split up and look for her.

I'll go to Erniu's house, you go to Tangjiaji and ask around, especially at the foot of Lingshan Mountain."

"Then you drive the cart, and I'll take the cows to the market to find a place to rest.

Half an hour later, we met at the large flat plain at the foot of Lingshan Mountain." Shen Xiaoye stroked the big yellow ox, which was as precious as a donkey.

Shen Changsui did not object, and the two of them acted separately.

Tangjia Market is much bigger than Jiuli Village. It is held on the 8th, 18th and 28th of every month. People from all the surrounding villages come here to attend the market.

Also, because it is close to the popular Lingshan Temple, it is usually more lively than ordinary villages and towns.

On the main street, there are iron barrel makers, tailor shops, perfume shops, restaurants, wine shops, and sesame seed cakes and steamed buns, which are quite neatly arranged.

There are not many street vendors. They only gather here to sell their wares during market days or temple fairs.

Shen Xiaoye asked along the way and found out that someone actually saw an old lady with gray hair but neatly combed hair going to Lingshan Temple.

She didn't even bother to deposit the ox, and led it directly to the large flat land at the foot of Lingshan Mountain, which was a place specially prepared for pilgrims to park their cars.

There are young monks in the temple who take turns to look after you. It's very safe, but you have to pay first.

Shen Xiaoye felt around and found that he didn't have a single penny on him. "Little Master, please be flexible. My uncle will come over to pay later."

"Amitabha." This was the only sentence the little monk said.

No matter how much Shen Xiaoye said, it was of no use. The mountain road was suitable for livestock to walk on. She could lead the cows up the mountain, but the cows could not stand going up and down.

It's really a matter of money that makes a female man feel helpless.

Finally, she didn't care if anyone was looking over here, and sent out the name of Master Jiechen. The little monk said a few more words, "All the donors who have sought medical treatment from Master Uncle nearby are very familiar with him."

"I said, I will pay for this girl." A young man wearing a Confucian scarf and a light blue robe jumped out of a carriage.

Shen Xiaoye recognized the person and clasped his fists, saying, "It turns out to be Master Yue. Can I borrow a penny?"

"No need, I'll pay for you." Yue Jinxuan didn't know her and was simply watching the fun. He took a penny from his purse and handed it to the little monk.

Shen Xiaoye thought about it and realized that she had to take her time. She thanked him and said, "I'll ask my uncle to treat you to Zhang's tofu pudding later."

"Oh." Yue Jinxuan didn't care, but he heard Shen Xiaoye, who had received the number plate, tell the young monk that a young man in blue linen clothes driving a donkey cart would come over in half an hour. If the young monk asked him his last name, Shen, he should tell him that he was waiting for him at the temple gate.

She also compared her height and said that her uncle had a pair of almond-shaped eyes.

"Is your uncle Shen Changsui?" Yue Jinxuan then looked at her carefully and found that she looked somewhat like his classmate.

Shen Xiaoye nodded, "He will be here soon. I have something to do so I will go up first."

After saying that, she ran up the mountain like the wind.

Yue Jinxuan scratched the corner of his mouth. He remembered that some people said that Shen Changsui had a brother, but he never heard of him having a sister. Could it be a cousin?

Shen Xiaoye had no idea what he was thinking about. She ran up the mountain along the incense path, thankful that the mountain was less than a thousand meters high and the temple was only halfway up the mountain.

The gate of the temple is not magnificent, but it has the spacious and grand style unique to northern architecture.

There are many pilgrims coming and going. As soon as you enter the gate, there is a large incense burner for people to burn incense. The main hall is also crowded with pilgrims.

Shen Xiaoye didn't see her grandmother here, so she turned to the east side hall, which is the Guandi Hall, where most people come to pray for wealth.

Then he turned to the west side hall, where there were several pilgrims worshipping the Buddha under the seat of the Bodhidharma Buddha statue.

Shen Xiaoye was sitting cross-legged against the north wall. She had gray hair and was thin. Even in the busy Buddhist temple, she looked so lonely.

She slowly squatted in front of her grandmother, looked at her quietly, listened to her reciting scriptures, and when she lowered her head, she found a jade bracelet broken into two or three pieces on her grandmother's leg.

Shen Xiaoye frowned slightly. Suddenly, a monk came up to her and looked at her. He asked silently, "Who is the donor?" and asked her to talk to him.

She then stood up and walked to the side: "It's my grandma."

The monk said, "Amitabha, the donor's grandmother knelt for too long while burning incense and fainted on the cushion.

After the monk from my temple rescued her, she refused to leave and insisted on reciting the sutra a hundred times."