ungrateful

The author has something to say: I finally finished this post! !It's too difficult for me to pretend to be an eminent monk and dance like a master... In addition: 【Notice of holiday】It was originally a fixed day off every Wednesday. Since I have to buy my hands again tonight, I adjusted it to tomorrow.... ..

Soon it became known that the second young master of the Yan family suffered from a strange disease, so he invited the abbot and master of the Buddhist temple outside the city to approve the horoscope, and wanted to marry a wife to celebrate.

However, the news spread like crazy, but there was not much substantive progress.

Mrs. Yan spent several days convincing her son that it would be better if he was alive. He had all his grandchildren. If he didn't ask Yan Huai, he would definitely help the Yan family. But she finally accepted the reality and was able to find It is not easy to choose the right "Chongxi" candidate.

Regardless of whether you can find a person with a specific birth date, even if you have one, you may not be willing to marry it. After all, the word "Chongxi" is illusory. It's not that you are so poor that you want to sell your daughter, and no one wants your child to marry someone who is about to die of illness. The patient might become a widow in a few days, and be buried in this way for the rest of his life.

His family even posted several waves of notices, and made a re-engagement request to marry a woman with a suitable birthday as the wife of the house, but there were very few responses, and the scammers came several times.

More than ten days have passed, Chongxi's matter has made no progress, but Yan Huai's condition has gotten worse. Seeing that there is not much time to wake up every day, even if he wakes up, he doesn't even have the strength to speak. Gloomy again.

Mrs. Yan began to shed tears again, and Erye Yan sighed more and more. Yan Zhou was running around outside every day, and every day he returned home without hope.

Seeing that the weather was getting warmer after Qingming, Yanfu didn't even think about preparing spring clothes in advance. It was only after it got hot that the steward thought of someone to buy cloth and clothing materials.

The Yan family will also replace some clothes for the servants on a regular basis. The steward draws a list to calculate the expenses for this year. Shi Shi was suddenly overjoyed, but his eyes moved slightly, and when he saw the name written on the front, he was stunned again.

——The date of birth is the year, month, and hour that my wife asked the master to approve, and there is nothing wrong with it, but the name in front of it is Ji Ping'an.

The steward was stunned, and when he called his subordinates over, he scolded: "I asked you to take the girl's book, why is the servant Ji Pingan who is following the second young master here too!"

The subordinates looked at it blankly and scratched their heads: "I don't know..."

But no matter why a servant's household registration appears in the women's book, the date of birth is here, but... But this Ji Ping'an, he is a man!

The steward was so worried that his face was bitter, he scolded his subordinates and kicked them out, and walked around the room with a bowl of tea, muttering.

"Hey, why does it have to be a man!"

"I reported this to my wife, so I can't be dragged out and beaten up. Hey, I said this is a disaster!"

"Tsk, don't be so desperate, young master. It doesn't mean that men can't be happy, do they?"

"What is this called? Why did you let me put it on!"

He slapped himself on the back of his hand: "I call you a slut!"

After beating himself, he sighed heavily, then put on his jacket, put on the name book, and went to the main room.

It was already past the meal time, but there were still a few dishes on the table in the main room, and they were already cold. It was obvious that Yan Erye and his wife didn't have the heart to eat at all, and they didn't know how many times the people below had worked hard to heat them up.

The steward closed his eyes and sighed in his heart, before he could say "Master, madam", Mrs. Yan looked up.

A few days passed, Mrs. Yan was exhausted physically and mentally, she could hardly bear any trouble, and when she saw the steward coming in, she immediately asked: "What's wrong? Is Huai'er's illness gone wrong again? Or did you find that girl?"

The steward handed out the booklet in his hand with a miserable face, and said bitterly: "Master, madam, I have found the person whose birth date corresponds to it, but..."

He went all out, looked at Madam Yan's anxious expression, gritted his teeth and said, "But that's not a girl, it's a man!"

Mrs. Yan's mood was ups and downs, she was almost stunned: "What?"

The steward closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate, opened the booklet to the page he had marked, and said, "Madam, please take a look for yourself."

Mrs. Yan looked at the top of the booklet in doubt, and the word Ji Ping'an was circled by the steward with a brush, followed by the word "birthday" that she had recited countless times.

Mrs. Yan was also stunned, and sat back on the couch with a "gudong", subconsciously reached out to grab Second Master Yan's sleeve, and murmured while holding the booklet: "This won't work, look for it, look for it..."

But what's the use of looking again?

The second master Yan and Mrs. Yan knew very well that it had been more than ten days, and this was the first candidate who could close the horoscope, and Yan Huai's disease had no cure, and now it could not be delayed.

Saying "look for it again" was just unacceptable for a while, and the family dragged on for three whole days in a panic, and the second master Yan finally spoke, telling Yan Zhou not to go out again the next day, and to accompany him at home Huai, Mrs. Yan finally couldn't hold her breath any longer, so she resigned herself to having someone call Ji An over, saying that she would accompany her to the temple outside the city to worship Buddha and offer incense.

It shouldn't be Ji An's turn to do this kind of thing.

There is a maid and aunt next to Mrs. Yan who is serving her personally, and she should be in charge of Zhang Luo's affairs.

But Ji An was guilty at first, so he didn't think about anything. When he heard Mrs. Yan wanted to order him around, he was very active. He served Mrs. Yan thoughtfully and considerately all the way, until he got off the carriage, and Mrs. Yan finally took a deep look at Ji An With a glance, he asked him: "Ping An, do you want your young master to get well?"

Ji An doesn't know how to lie, but he can't tell the truth either. His voice is softer than a mosquito's: "Thinking about it."

Mrs. Yan sighed, more like she was talking to herself: "I believe it, he came to pray for him, kowtowed and hurt his forehead, what others can't do... Let's go, accompany me in to offer incense."

The abbot didn't receive other pilgrims that day. He saw Mrs. Yan coming to welcome her, and said "Amitabha".

Mrs. Yan left all the maids beside her outside the hall, and only brought Ji An in. After saluting, she said: "Master still remembers me."

The abbot answered with a smile, only looked at Ji An and said, "It seems that Madam has found what she is looking for."

"But..." Mrs. Yan was very tangled, she clenched the hem of her skirt with both hands, and said hesitantly, "But he is a man..."

The abbot poured a bowl of tea for Mrs. Yan and pushed it over: "It's him, madam. The poor monk said this early in the morning. There are gains and losses, and the person who makes the young master's life is here. How to choose is entirely up to the madam."

Before Mrs. Yan came, she didn't know whether she wanted to get the answer that Ji An was that person, or whether she could answer happily only if she got Yan Huai or married a girl with a matching birthday. forget.

The abbot didn't take offense, he just bowed slightly and said "Amitabha", and said: "Don't be obsessed, don't be obsessed, madam can sit here for a while, poor monk will not accompany you."

After he finished speaking, he got up and walked out of the hall, but Ji An, who had been waiting by Mrs. Yan's side all the time, couldn't help shouting, "Master, stop."

The abbot was almost at the entrance of the hall, he stopped and turned around, guessing what Ji An wanted to ask, he turned around and said with a smile: "Monks don't tell lies."

He said: "Little benefactor, please don't be obsessed."