Zhaojun's open life

The rest of the stewards also nodded vigorously, secretly applauding this one from the bottom of their hearts, yes, the question was on point.

"You don't need to make a lot of preparations, just wash and drain. If you need anything, I will prepare it separately. This is a secret recipe, so I can't tell you.

Those who are willing to brew fruit wine together, according to the quantity of fruit, prepare the wine jar by yourself.As for the secret recipe, I will personally tell the elders. "

Her eyes drifted past the steward of Lin Ruhai's house, and she felt a headache. When she was lying on the bed last night sorting out what happened during the day and the memories in her mind, she realized that this is a parallel world that overlaps with the background of the previous world.

Lin Ruhai, Jia Min, have exactly the same name, and Rongguo Mansion.

She didn't expect to come to the world with the same background one after another.

From some things Bixia Yuanjun passed on to her, she knew thoroughly that this was a world in a book.A mythical world.

She vaguely guessed that although she was also in the world of Red Mansions in her previous life, she was not connected with the mythical characters. Maybe that life was just a process of exploration for herself.

In fact, the most important thing is to travel through this world, where you can harvest the beliefs, incense, merits, etc. that Taoist gods need.

From the trace of information Bixia Yuanjun left in her mind, she could grasp the meaning of this group of gods.Everything is speculation, and people may not admit it.

If it comes, it will be safe, and I don't know if there is Wang Zhaojun in the Wang family in this life.

When I have the opportunity to inquire, see if there is such a big family as Wang Zhaojun's parents. I can't get involved without a reason, but I am somewhat curious in my heart, wondering if there is such a person, or such a big family.

The several stewards got the answers they wanted, bowed down and left respectfully.

Many noble ladies in the distance looked at Zhaojun's mother and son.Someone at the side introduced them: that is the widow Mrs. Chen who was enlightened by Lord Bixia Yuan yesterday.

However, now Lin Family Village has given it a name: Jun Xiangu.

The people in Lin Family Village have small thoughts, but they don't want to call: Chen Xiangu.

Calling Xiangu Chen has nothing to do with the Lin family, how can it be done, can't be done, absolutely can't be done.Even Lin Zhiming, who is the head of the mountain at Baihe Academy, also agreed to use the name Jun Xiangu.

The name Chen Xiangu is impossible.How could it be possible to give up the reputation to the Chen family dozens of miles away in vain.

What people in the distance think, Zhaojun doesn't know.I just walked over to the embankment of the pond, found the person in charge of picking, and thanked him a lot.

Then he drifted away, went back to the house and took out a box, and took his son to Lin Ruhai's house a mile away next door.

She wanted to go to Lin Ruhai's home to express her condolences on behalf of her deceased husband and the grandfather who raised him. She had already understood the relationship between the two families after last night.

Because of the clan grandfather's relationship, she and her son should be closer to Lin Ruhai's family than other clan members.

Under the guidance of the butler, Zhaojun took her son into Lin Ruhai's home (where the mourning hall is located). She is a widow and it is not easy to greet Lin Rihai.

In the two side rooms outside the mourning hall, there were male and female elders of the clan, including Lin Zhiming, the head of the White Crane Academy.

Offering incense, saluting, and helping Jia Min, Xiao Pengyu learned from his mother, and he did what his mother did.

"Sister-in-law, my condolences and condolences."

There are only a few words of comfort repeated over and over again.

Jia Min didn't speak, but nodded lightly to express his understanding.She wasn't very sad, even if she was sad, it was just a few days before her mother-in-law passed away. It has been so long since her death, so why should she be sad.

It's just that the mourning hall still needs to be decorated to help the spirit return to the hometown, and the clansmen have to come to mourn and pay homage.

Fortunately, it's only two or three days. After a few days, the mother-in-law will be buried, so she doesn't have to pretend to be sad.

There are also those who let the deceased be buried for a year or three years, but the Lin family and the husband are not willing to do that, saying that it is better to let the deceased be buried as soon as possible.

Zhaojun was about to leave, and was going to the side room where the female relatives were sitting. Just as he lifted his foot, the clan brother (Lin Ruhai) suddenly asked, "Siblings and sisters, can I choose a Shangji acupoint for my mother?"

"This is possible, but I don't know if there are specific requirements?"

You can choose, but don't you want Mrs. Lin Hou to be buried with her husband?Whether to bury alone or move the grave, Zhaojun is puzzled.

While they were talking, several male and female elders came.Although they belong to a scholarly family and value etiquette, they live in the countryside after all, and they are not as dogmatic about etiquette as those aristocratic families living in big cities and capitals.

Among the elders, the youngest is also in his forties.They are all grandparents, and Zhaojun was enlightened by the gods. There will be more people to see in the future. If we really pay attention to the rules, we will see the people who come to see us in the future.

In the past, Zhaojun treated the children and the elderly in the village for simple diseases, and when the situation was urgent, he had to treat the wounds for young and middle-aged men.

Although it is against the rules, you can't ignore the injury.

Lin Ruhai just asked tentatively, but she didn't expect the "Jun Xiangu" in front of her to actually agree. It seems that she really didn't say everything yesterday.

He quickly replied, "There is no requirement, as long as the brothers and sisters feel that it is the acupoint of Shangji."

Zhaojun didn't know how to address the person in front of him. After thinking about it, he decided to call Lin Ruhai like his late husband. A few years ago, Lin Ruhai came back to keep his father's filial piety.

Who would have thought that he is back now, only a few years have passed, he was in high school, got married, and then became an official, and now he is back again, keeping his filial piety again.

"Clan brother, sister-in-law, you two, see if this works, the cemetery in the clan has a good geomantic omen.

There is no need for re-election, not to mention that uncle and aunt are going to be buried together, so re-election will have to relocate the grave.You have to choose an auspicious day to move the grave, and things are more cumbersome when you come and go.

I thought of an idea and said it out. If the two of you think it can be done, please nod your head.

If you think it’s not good, then choose another auspicious point, okay? "

"Yes." Lin Ruhai had something to ask, so naturally he wouldn't refuse it without knowing what it was.

Many elders came over and looked at Zhaojun with bright eyes. If Mrs. Chen had this ability, they would be able to lie in the auspicious point after a hundred years of death.

It is good for yourself and future generations.

"I drew a picture of a nine-layered palace for my aunt and put it on the coffin, and there is also a yin spirit clearance talisman. But Aunt Anbao can travel smoothly on the road to Huangquan, but Aunt Anbao will be rich in the next life..."

These two items of the Zhaojun Club are also one of the skills that Bixia Yuanjun gave.

Although the people present didn't fully understand it, most of them understood it, which is a good thing.

A clan elder couldn't wait to ask, "Is it true that people who have passed away can draw?"

Zhaojun shook his head, and said with a serious face, "No, it depends on what the deceased did in the past, whether there were any crimes in the past and present.

Also, it depends on whether there are extraordinary people among the descendants of the deceased..."

Zhaojun smiled wryly, what are you thinking, it really needs to be so simple, anyone who has passed away will be treated like this.In the future, anyone can come to her, as long as they give her money.

Even if she did it, the Taishang Laojun and the King of Hades would not do it either.

Not to mention anything else, that yin spirit clearance talisman is a good thing.Ordinary people can't draw, but she can draw, and Bixia Yuanjun bestowed a trace of star power.

The yin spirit talisman drawn with the power of the stars is a good thing, and it is also a treasure in the underworld.

There are also some unspeakable benefits of being like a ghost.

All the people present were silent.

After a long time, Lin Zhiming pondered for a while, then pulled off two beards (habit), "How can we judge this person's past and present lives, and how can we be sure that his descendants are extraordinary people?"

"Look at the faces, look at the faces of your descendants, Auntie, I met him a few years ago. I can still recall Auntie's face."

Look at the faces of your descendants, isn't it right in front of you?Zhaojun's eyes moved from Jia Min's face to Lin Ruhai's, but only for a moment.

After all, he is a man, so it is not suitable to stare at him closely.

The elders can't ask any more questions, because she was enlightened by Bixia Yuanjun, and it may not be easy for her to tell a lot of truths.

At least it is impossible in a short time, at least give others a time to integrate and practice.

Today, Lin Ruhai's request can also let everyone see how much her ability has been enlightened by Bixia Yuanjun.

The people present immediately searched for the brocade and silk that Zhaojun needed.

Prepare the paints, close your eyes and think for a while, and outline the layout in your mind. After a while, open your eyes again, the pens in your hands don’t stop, and the various pens and paints you have prepared are in rotation.

On the screen, from the Heavenly Palace to the Underworld, and then to the human world, the scene changes from the magnificence and prosperity of the Heavenly Palace (crane, candle dragon, golden crow...) to the gloomy and lonely Huangquan Road in the Underworld.

The bottom is the human world, the reunion scene during the Mid-Autumn Festival, adults sitting in the courtyard, various snacks and fruit wine are placed on the table, and a few children playing and frolicking next to it.

That is the warm scene that the deceased relatives are most willing to see and like most.

There is no bustling scene in the world, the plain and warm scene with children and grandchildren around their knees must be what they like.

Especially the deceased old lady, most of them like it.

Men are different, they like to see their sons and grandchildren promising, and the scene of being a prince and prime minister.

The picture is exquisite, and the group of people watching secretly smacked their tongues. It seems that they have been bestowed with many skills by Bixia Yuanjun.

The original Chen family didn't have such abilities, at most he knew some medical skills, because he could read and write as a medical practitioner.

Painting, such a beautiful scene of the three realms of the heaven, the underworld, and the human world, it is impossible to draw such a beautiful picture.

The picture on the brocade silk seems to be alive, as long as you look at it intently for a while, you can feel that the people, immortals and beasts on it are alive and moving.Including the small pond on the edge of the courtyard, which is also slowly flowing.

The boundless water on the Heavenly Palace poured into the second-level hell like a waterfall, and just flowed into the yellow spring of the hell.

On Huangquan Road, the ghosts wearing shackles are no longer stupid and insensitive, but a little more agile.

Looking around, looking around.

In the human scene at the bottom, the adults sitting at the table in the courtyard, talking with smiles, nodding, lovingly looking at the children running and laughing not far away, and some people looking up at the bright moon in the sky, missing someone.

The shadow of the moon floats, and in the bright moon palace, there is also Chang'e caressing the rabbit, mourning towards the world.

"Okay, the painting is really good. It's amazing." Lin Zhiming, the dean of Baihe Academy, exclaimed.

Such a plausible scene cannot be drawn by ordinary people.

Zhaojun can also make the dead souls of the past reappear, let the children and grandchildren look at her again, and she also looks at the children and grandchildren.

Maybe many dead souls can still take this opportunity to explain some things that they did not explain clearly during their lifetime.

They didn't ask, and Zhaojun didn't say anything.

Leaving Lin Ruhai's home, Zhaojun asked his son to play on the embankment.

In the past few days, the private schools in the family have also stopped.It is estimated that it will take three to five days to resume school.

There are many fruit trees beside the pond embankment, and children are laughing and laughing. A group of children aged three to seven, regardless of gender, are chasing under the trees.

There was a four-year-old girl with a bun on her head, and with short legs, she ran over with all her might, "Brother Pengyu, the fruit is delicious, here it is."

The little girl Lin Xiaoying held a big yellow-orange loquat and handed it to Lin Pengyu.

"Thank you, sister Xiaoying, I've eaten it. You can keep it for yourself." Xiao Pengyu took the loquat and stuffed it into the little girl's pocket.

"No, give it to brother Pengyu, Xiaoying's stomach is full." After speaking, Xiaonen still patted her stomach.

It is indeed plump, and you can tell that you have eaten less.

Lin Pengyu was stared at by the round eyes of his sister who was one year younger than him, so he could only take the loquat again and hold it in his hand.

He looked like an older brother, stretched out his little hand to hold Lin Xiaoying, and walked towards the An's couple not far away.

Lin Ziyin (brother Lin Xiaoying), who was tired from playing, ran back to his parents sweating profusely.

The seven-year-old boy was very mischievous when people hated dogs. When he saw Lin Pengyu, he immediately shouted, "Fifteenth brother, go, come with me to the ditch by the pond to catch fish and play."

Lin Ziyin jumped up and down, regardless of his mother wiping his sweat, he got rid of his mother's hands, and jumped in front of Lin Pengyu, with a red face and three drops of sweat rolling on the tip of his nose.

"Okay, brother Thirteen, mother said, it's still cold even in the cold of spring. You can't go down to the ditch, the water is freezing cold, and it's easy to get wind and cold."

Lin Pengyu doesn't go down the ditch, and he's not stupid.Playing on the pond embankment is enough, and Xiaxigou is easy to get sick.

"It'll be fine. Look, there are a lot of people over there. Let's go and play." Lin Ziyin may be older than Lin Pengyu, but he is naughty and lively, and he is not as sensible as Xiao Pengyu.

He dragged Xiaopengyu who was obviously unwilling to go to Xigou.

The children were playing, and Zhaojun went back to the house, put on the pannier, and came out with a strong blue cloth bag.

She also came out to pick the fruit.

Such days lasted for more than ten days.After picking, she brews fruit wine at home, and prepares a little secret recipe. Those who want to brew fruit wine buy the prepared wine koji from her hands.

In ten days, Zhaojun made a fortune selling wine yeast.The brocade and customs clearance talisman drawn for Lin Ruhai's deceased mother made another large sum.

None of the fruit was sold, but several infertile couples came to ask for a child and gave a lot of red envelopes.

The few couples who came to ask for children were the children of rich businessmen.

Giving money is called generosity.

That's all for now, many people are still waiting and watching.No one will come for a month or two.

Her services are one-stop, begging for a child, recuperating the body, delivering...

After the fruit wine was brewed, the rice in the field was already being harvested, and she didn't plan to sell what was produced in the field this year.

Leave me and my son to eat, eat for a few years, and make white wine if you can't finish it.

After breakfast, Zhaojun sent his son to the private school in the clan.

Xiao Pengyu is wearing a green shirt made of fine cotton cloth, and carrying a small backpack made for him by his mother. It is made of the thickest cloth, and it is strong enough to hold books.

"Mother, do we still have money at home? Don't cook meat for me in the future. I'm not greedy for meat." Xiao Pengyu was worried. In the morning, Mother steamed egg and meat soup for him again. It was delicious, but Waste of money.The little face is wrinkled with worry, like a little old man.

Since the death of my great-grandfather, the family has never seemed to be well-off.Dad was sick and spent all the money in the family.

At night, he heard his mother crying quietly. He didn't want to embarrass his mother, and because he always went to the mountains to collect herbs, although sometimes he was lucky and could earn some medicine, but it was dangerous.

I don't want to be a child without a father or a mother.

"Silly son, our family still has money. Others have sold out all the fruits, but you see if ours has sold out any fruits, like a little old man, I will steam egg custard and all kinds of delicious food for you every day from now on.

Study hard, practice martial arts well, you know? "

Three days ago, Xiaopengyu had already practiced martial arts with him, but Zhaojun passed it on to her on the pretext of Bixia Yuanjun.

It is used to teach the son to keep fit, and reading also requires a good body.

"Really?" Xiao Pengyu was a little disbelieving, raised his head, and looked at Zhaojun eagerly, hoping to get an affirmative answer.

Facing the little guy who looked like an adult, Zhaojun rubbed his hair in a funny way, the soft hair felt okay to the touch, "Don't worry really, mother won't lie to you.

We only have mother and you in our family, so we won't lie to you.If there is something to do in the future, my mother will discuss it with you. "

He straightened the little guy's clothes again, patted the little guy's head, "Here we are, let's go in."

"Okay, mother, goodbye."

The little guy has grown a little flesh, and there are signs of small dimples on the back of his little hand.Waving his little hand, he went into the private school.

When Zhaojun came back, he didn't go home directly, but stood on the embankment, looking at the [-] acres of fertile land near the embankment.These are all in pieces, all of which are the [-] mu of fertile land left by the grandfather of the clan to Pengyu.

The [-] acres of paddy rice had matured on the day Bixia Yuanjun came. Now, ten days have passed, and the rice spikes are full, shining golden light in the sun.

In the field in the distance, more than a dozen temporary workers from the neighboring village are cutting rice.

In the paddy fields of other people's homes not far away, there are also many people working.

Zhaojun saw someone close to him and walked over.

"Sister Ye, your house will be finished today."

Sister Ye, who was bending over to cut the rice, had a cloth scarf around her neck, and her face was already slightly red.

He raised his head and wiped the sweat off his face, "Well, it can be finished. Taking advantage of the good weather recently, hurry up and put it in the warehouse.

Brother and sister, tell me, is our millet the same as the previous fruit, and the taste has become better? "

"Well, that's for sure. Don't sell it randomly after drying. Wait for the clan to sell it uniformly, find some big dogs, and earn more."

"Yes, brother and sister, the head of my family has said, wait for the patriarch to find a buyer and negotiate a good price."

Those who own paddy fields have already seen the silver flying towards them.Thanks to the Chen family this year, I have earned a lot of money.

The previous fruits were not sold by the catty, they were all sold by the individual, the big ones and the small ones were all sold at different prices.

Their family has earned a lot. They can build a few houses, buy more than ten acres of paddy fields, and save a sum of money for future expenses when the children grow up.

When the children grow up, the bride price and dowry will need money everywhere.

This year is a big deal.

Many rich and noble people came from the nearby state city to buy the fruits in the village.

A lot of vegetables in the vegetable garden have also been sold, everyone is happy.