The daily life of a concubine's daughter

Qinglian Temple was very popular and was expanded repeatedly. It now had many halls and golden statues of Bodhisattvas.

Shi Yao would pay homage to every Bodhisattva, and after that she would not forget to invite her brothers to pay homage as well.

Pray for health, peace, marriage, longevity, sons, daughters, success in career, high positions and generous salaries...there is nothing that they don't pray for.

The Shi brothers were already impatient to pray to the gods. They were filled with murderous aura, which conflicted with the compassionate Buddhist temple. They continued to worship one by one, being tedious and impatient, and were tormented by Shi Yao until they were exhausted and at a loss.

Just before they left, the old Duke issued a death order, ordering them to listen to Shi Yao outside the mansion all day.

If the person was Zhuzhu, they would be willing to be tossed around in any way they wanted and happy to be tossed around. This means that Zhuzhu likes them, is close to them, and is cute in a bad way.

But this is Shi Yao. No matter what Shi Yao does, she is full of evil intentions, so evil that it is hateful.

The six brothers were emitting more and more hostility and resentment.

Shi Yao threw five taels of silver at the door of each temple and prayed silently in her heart: "Please Buddha, Bodhisattva, and the gods, please take all my bad brothers away! I have brought them all to you! If you don't like them, that's fine, then just give me a restless home!"

Shi Mingwei, Shi Mingchen and Shi Minghui prayed: "Please ask the Buddha to take this evildoer Shi Yao away quickly!"

When everyone had almost finished paying respect to all the Bodhisattvas and breathed a sigh of relief, Aunt Liu Hua came in from outside and reported, "Miss, I have bought the rice you requested."

Upon hearing this, Shi Mingwei slid to the ground listlessly. The two brothers Shi Mingkui and Shi Mingmo held him up.

Shi Mingwei's feet were off the ground, and he was so angry that he had no energy left: "Shi Yao, what are you doing again?"

Shi Yao stamped her feet and gritted her teeth: "Second brother, we are outside, how can you call me by my maiden name? You are insulting my reputation. When I go back, I will tell the old master and let him beat you severely!"

Shi Mingwei already had a sore bottom, and after hearing this, his soul almost broke apart. He shivered with shock and hurriedly corrected his words: "It was a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue, it was my second sister, my second sister."

"That's more like it. However, in order to prevent you from making mistakes in the future, try saying it twenty times. Once you get used to it, you won't make mistakes in the future." Shi Yao made the request in a delicate voice.

This artificial posture and tone made people even more angry.

Shi Mingwei had made concessions, but Shi Yao's "punishment" made him extremely embarrassed.

He pursed his lips, his anger was blazing, his eyes looked murderous, and he threatened Shi Yao not to make trouble unreasonably.

Shi Mingkui gently pinched his waist.

Shi Mingwei thought that it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge, so he suppressed his resentment and spoke reluctantly: "Second sister, second sister, second sister, second sister..."

I don't know how many times she called out. Shi Yao scratched her ears and said, "Enough, enough. My ears are almost callused from hearing you. I forgive you!"

Shi Mingwei was so angry that she felt dizzy and almost fainted. She sighed and said, "On the way here, I saw a lot of beggars in the capital. I even saw people collecting the bodies of beggars who had frozen to death. I never thought there would be such poor people in the capital. I am a country bumpkin from a small place and I am shocked."

Everyone looked uncomfortable, as if Shi Yao had discovered lice on their gorgeous robes.

Shi Mingchen was the most proud and stubborn person, so he muttered to save face, "Maybe poor people from other places come to the capital to beg. It happens every year because the capital is the most prosperous. Second sister, you don't know that every year in our capital, there are wealthy families setting up porridge stalls to give out porridge. We also have a porridge stall at home."

The more he talked, the more confident he became. Finally, he glanced at Shi Yao meaningfully.

It seems that Shi Yao is one of the beggars who came to the capital to beg.

Shi Mingwei chuckled, as if responding to Shi Mingchen's meaningful words, with a look of contempt.

Shi Yao said happily, "Really? Then after worshipping the Bodhisattva, let's go to our porridge stall. When I was in Jinling, because my aunt believed in Buddhism, she would give porridge to our Shi family every winter to accumulate merit.

When I got off the car, I ordered Aunt Liu Hua to take people to buy one hundred taels of silver worth of rice, five large pots, and bring a few carts of firewood, intending to provide porridge at the gate of the temple.

We are here to pray for the health of our elder sister. Only by doing good deeds can the Bodhisattva hear our prayers and be willing to take care of our affairs. This is called good deeds will be rewarded. Brothers, don’t you agree?”

The smile on Shi Mingwei's face froze and he glared at Shi Mingchen angrily.

Shi Mingchen faced the condemning gazes of his brothers and wished he could slap himself in the face.

What's the porridge stall?

His butt was aching so much that it was about to explode, and he just wanted to get it over with quickly so he could go home and lie down on the bed to relax.

At the same time, the six brothers were quite surprised.

Today, Shi Yao has spent more than two hundred taels, while the monthly allowance of the young ladies in the Duke's Mansion is only twenty taels.

They knew that the lady had given Shi Yao one thousand taels of silver, and there must have been some private subsidies, but it would definitely not exceed three thousand taels.

Shi Yao took out two hundred taels of silver without hesitation, which was considered generous.

In any case, giving out porridge is a good way to gain fame.

Shi Mingzhen was a man of action and immediately asked his servants to make arrangements.

Shi Yao went out today, and the personal maids she brought with her were Muxiang and Banxia. Banxia recovered from her illness a few days ago, and returned to Shi Yao's side to take over Shi Yao's personal affairs.

With her around, Shi Yao felt much more at ease when eating.

When in Jinling, Banxia often distributed porridge with Shi Yao and was very skilled at it.

Shi Yao ordered Banxia to be in charge of distributing porridge, and Shi Mingzhen agreed indifferently, waiting for Banxia to make a mistake, and then he would send someone to correct it.

Seeing five new large pots set up in the porridge stall outside the temple, the poor people who had been waiting nearby rushed forward and squeezed in front of the stall.

Banxia took out five pieces of paper and pasted them on the horizontal bar above the iron pot. On them was written: The Shi family is kind to the porridge. One person can get a bowl of porridge by just saying "I wish the eldest daughter of the Shi family a speedy recovery". One person can get up to two bowls.

She put on a face scarf and yelled, "Line up! Line up! Those who don't line up won't get porridge! There's enough rice today, and I guarantee everyone will get some!"

But there are still some people who refuse to queue and try their best to squeeze forward.

Banxia pointed in the direction of the carriage and said, "Why are you pushing so hard? Don't you see whose porridge stall this is? My Eighth Master is there!"

Someone asked: "Eighth Master? Which Eighth Master? Is he very powerful?"

Someone replied, "It's the Eighth Master of the Shi Family in the Zhenguo Mansion! The one who beat his brother's servant to death in front of the court in Jingzhao Mansion the other day!"

The people who were pushing forward dispersed in a hurry, even the beggars in rags lined up obediently, the crying children stopped crying, and the wild dogs barking on the roadside stopped barking.

Some people wanted to escape, but that was porridge made from white rice!

Even for the wealthy people in Beijing, not every household could eat white rice for every meal. Most ordinary families still ate more coarse grains, and only had fine white rice during festivals.

After Banxia finished yelling, her calves trembled, and she lowered her head, pretending to be busy.

In the carriage, Shi Minghui clenched his fists and his knuckles made crackling sounds.

Shi Yao!

How dare you humiliate him like this!