Huanzhuzhijinsuo is a good employee

As the old saying goes, there are three thousand famous temples in Beijing.

It is said that there are so many temples in Beijing, there are three thousand famous ones, and countless unnamed ones.The capital is so big that temple fairs are held almost every day.

The four of Ziwei rushed to the temple fair to sell the double flower drink. It tasted good and the price was fair, and gradually became famous. Some rich people even bought a small jar of double flower drink that had not been mixed with water, and kept it for drinking slowly.

But there is no one who does business without envying others for making money.The other stall owners saw that the four of them were foreigners, not to mention weak in power, and they were all old and weak, women and children who were easy to bully, so they made up their minds.

Today happened to be the temple fair held by Longfu Temple. As soon as Aunt Wang Shuwang set up the stall, a young man walked over shaking his head, "I heard that the double flower drink you bought is good, let me have a bowl!"

"Hey~ okay!" Aunt Wang saw that the guest was not easy to provoke, she quickly made a bowl of double flower drink and handed it over with both hands.

"If it doesn't taste good, I won't pay for it!" The young man casually took a sip from the porcelain bowl, immediately spit out the double-flowered drink, and threw the porcelain bowl on the ground with a bang, until it shattered Torn apart!

The young man said viciously, "What is this, so bad? It wouldn't even be eaten by a dog! It's more disgusting than urine!" Without giving Uncle Wang and others a chance to react, he pulled and pulled the stall with his hands. Turn over, things are falling all over the floor.

He smashed the tables and chairs on the stall, and threatened, "These disgusting things are not allowed to be sold again! Otherwise, we will smash them once!"

Aunt Wang Shuwang saw that her hard work was smashed, she didn't care too much, and rushed to stop the young man's behavior.

Without the hooligans saying hello, a few hooligans rushed out of the crowd, without saying a word, surrounded Aunt Wang Shuwang, punched and kicked.

Aunt Wang Shuwang is getting old, how can she compare to those young and strong boys, she was beaten with black nose and swollen face, how pitiful!

Ziwei and Jinsuo, who had received a report from a kind-hearted person, didn't bother to inquire about the news of the palace, and hurried back.When the two arrived, they saw Uncle Wang being knocked to the ground while Aunt Wang was crying.

Jin Suo was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot. In a panic, he grabbed the big wooden spoon that was put on the breakfast stand next to him, scooped up a big spoonful of boiling hot white porridge, rushed over and poured it on the head of the beating gangster——

what--

A scream pierced the sky, the little bastard was covered in sticky white porridge, and was rolled all over the ground, the wailing sound continued, it was so hard to hear, I didn't expect that little girl to be so delicate in normal times, she would be so ruthless when she made a move!

Fortunately, it's cold now, and the little gangster is wearing a hat, otherwise his whole head might be burnt.

The other punks were shocked by the screams and stopped for a moment.

At this moment, a delicate voice shouted hastily, "Get out of the way! The boiling water is coming! Get out of the way!" Ziwei's potential exploded, and she raised a large pot with both hands, making a splashing gesture——

Those little bastards were also afraid of death, so they quickly dragged the scalded hapless ghost and ran away.

The stall was smashed, Uncle Wang was beaten, Ziwei and Jinsuo were so distraught that they didn't even care about cleaning up, so they worked together to help Uncle Wang into the carriage.

Neither of them knew how to drive a carriage, but they didn't care about anything right now. Ziwei and Jinsuo stood on both sides of the horse's head, held the reins, and trotted while leading the carriage.

The carriage walked for two streets before finding the hospital. Fortunately, Aunt Wang was fine; although Uncle Wang had cracks in his chest bones, fortunately he did not hurt his lungs.

After the wound was bandaged and all the medicine was taken, Ziwei and her two drove the carriage home slowly. During the journey, no one spoke, only heard Uncle Wang’s rapid breathing: Uncle Wang was guilty; Aunt Wang was sad; Jin Suo hated himself for not being optimistic. The old couple made them suffer; Ziwei felt that she was incompetent.

For the first time, Ziwei had this idea: If I become a princess, I can protect those who care about me; if I become a princess, at Aunt Wang Shuwang's age, there is no need to work so hard ?

Her thoughts drifted farther and farther, and she couldn't help thinking about the days after her mother's death: when her mother was still alive, she held up a piece of sky for her, making her live a carefree life; after her mother died, thanks to Uncle Jinsuowang Aunt Wang never left her company and took care of her.For a long time, she has been enjoying the care of others, but she has never paid.For going to Beijing to find relatives, they all have the idea of ​​fulfilling their mother's last wish.

But today's incident was like enlightenment, which awakened her.

She is Xia Ziwei, the princess that the emperor did not know and did not acknowledge!Aunt Jinsuowang Shuwang's reliance!Only by becoming a princess can Jin Suo and the others be protected!Only when you become a princess can you stop being bullied!

Thinking of this, Ziwei showed determination and courage in her eyes. She turned her head and promised the three of Jin Suo, "Don't worry! What happened today is the last time! I will protect you in the future and never let you suffer again." .”

Jin Suo's eyes were reddish, "Miss~" She was very happy in her heart, she had never seen Ziwei in such a decisive manner, she thought it would take a long time for Ziwei to come to her senses, but she didn't expect to come so soon.

With red eyes and no tears, Ziwei comforted softly, "Jin Suo, don't cry. Believe me, the days to come will only get better and better."

"Miss, we all believe in you."

Aunt Wang Shuwang was injured and needed someone to take care of her, so she didn't dare to continue selling Shuanghuayin for fear of being retaliated by those gangsters.

The weather is getting colder and colder, winter is coming.

Ziwei and Jinsuo were busy hoarding Chinese cabbage, potatoes and charcoal for the winter. When the first snow fell, the cellar was already full.

Jinsuo entered the room with hot tea and found Ziwei writing something at her desk, "Miss, what are you writing?"

Ziwei didn't raise her head, she said while writing, "I'm copying Buddhist scriptures!" Jin Suo walked over to look, and the lines of dignified and beautiful regular characters were born from Ziwei's pen. Much better.

Ziwei filled the entire paper in one go before stopping. She dried the ink and turned to Jin Suo, "How is it?"

Jinsuo handed the teacup to Ziwei, lowered his head and observed carefully for a while, "Miss's calligraphy is naturally good. But miss, how do you use such fine paper to copy scriptures?"

Ziwei smiled mysteriously, "You will know when the time comes."

In winter in Beijing, it was dry and cold, and the four of them didn't go out. There was a heated kang in the house, and it was warm. The four of Ziwei gathered in the living room: playing leaf cards, roasting sweet potatoes, and eating hot pots.

When she was idle, Aunt Wang would teach Ziwei and Jinshaopin to cut female reds, and Ziwei asked Uncle Wang to tell her how to drive a horse—if the yard wasn’t big enough, maybe Ziwei would also ask to learn how to ride a horse!

Ziwei's changes are getting bigger and bigger every day. If she used to be a delicate flower that can be broken at a pinch, now she is a small tree with roots-it won't fall when the wind blows.

From winter to spring, Uncle Wang's injury healed, and even the Chinese toon tree at the gate of the house has sprouted buds the size of rice grains. Taking a deep breath, the breath is fresh and moist.

On February [-]th, the sky was bright and clear, two days before the birthday of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva.

Uncle Wang drove the carriage and took Ziwei and the three to Tanzhe Temple.

In spring, the suburbs are full of tourists who go out for an outing: the willow branches on both sides of the road are swaying in the soft spring breeze; the grass on the ground is growing wildly, and small yellow flowers emerge from clusters of green leaf buds; One tree after another is snow-white. Looking from a distance, the mountains and haze in the distance seem to be shrouded in clouds and haze, like a fairyland.

Uncle Wang parked the carriage at the foot of the mountain, and the four of them climbed up the steps and passed through the mountain gate, stopping and resting along the way. It took half an hour to arrive at Tanzhe Temple.

The Zhike waited at the door, and when he saw a pilgrim visiting, he put his hands together and sang the Buddha's name. The two sides greeted each other, and the Zhike brought Ziwei into the hall. Ziwei burned incense, lit a Wanfu lamp for Xia Yuhe, and donated money for sesame oil .

Ziwei untied the bundle, revealing the twenty beautifully bound scriptures inside, and said softly, "Little master, this is the scripture I copied. I want to enshrine it in front of the Bodhisattva, hoping to bless my deceased mother to reach bliss sooner."

"Amitabha, the benefactor is benevolent and filial, so that there is knowledge in the hall like a spring, and he must be very happy." The sage took the scriptures, glanced at them roughly, and said happily, "The handwriting of the benefactor is really good, correct and elegant, and pleasing to the eye. You have a heart."

This Zhike is only a ten-year-old novice monk. He knows that the day after tomorrow is the birthday of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and there will be many pilgrims coming to burn incense. Pilgrims like to ask for a scripture from the incense table in front of the Buddha statue. Not giving enough to others.The scriptures offered by this benefactor are so elegant and tidy, it is the most suitable gift for distinguished guests.So he had a happy expression on his face.

"Little master, please wait a moment," Ziwei took out another scroll and slowly opened it, revealing the contents: Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva in pure white robes is sitting on a lotus platform with a vase in his hand. Avalokitesvara has a solemn face Holy, with a tenderness of compassion for all living beings in the half-closed eyes; behind it are layers of golden auspicious clouds, on both sides are served by celestial maidens and golden boys, surrounded by blooming fairy grass, and auspicious beasts surrendering...

The lines are smooth and the colors are bold. No matter from which angle you look at it, there is always a feeling that a Bodhisattva is watching him.The most important thing is that Ziwei painted the compassion and serenity of the Bodhisattva.

Zhike has seen countless Avalokitesvara pictures on weekdays, but the one in front of him makes him happy just by looking at it, as if the Bodhisattva in the picture is looking at him!

The little novice's excited mood was infected by the Bodhisattva's expression, and gradually calmed down, "Female benefactor, is this, this one also intended to be enshrined in front of the Buddha?"

Ziwei nodded, "I will light a Wanfu lantern for my mother, and I have troubled the masters in the temple to take care of it on weekdays. I have nothing to repay the masters, so I painted this Bodhisattva as a gift to your temple."

The little novice put the painting away lightly, clasped his hands together and said, "The benefactor is very polite, this is our duty, so why bother to explain it."

"Thank you, little master." Ziwei said with a sideways blessing, "The little girl lives at No. [-] Caochang Hutong in the southwest corner of the capital. If there is any need in the future, the master just asks."

The little novice returned the gift, "The benefactor has a heart."

Now that the matter has been settled, Ziwei doesn't stay any longer, and bids farewell to Zhike and leaves.

The four of them went down the mountain path, the mountain flowers were in full bloom beside the two paths, the breeze was blowing through the pine forest and the sound of the waves, Ziwei's mood at this time was like this spring scene, clear and comfortable.She took Jinsuo and the three of them to watch while walking slowly, and from time to time, she recited a poem with great interest to meet the occasion.

Seeing her relaxed expression, Jin Suo asked, "Why is Miss so light?"

Ziwei smiled and refused to answer, "You will understand in the future."

The curiosity of the three people in Jinsuo was aroused by Ziwei's words, but Ziwei refused to explain, so she could only suppress her curiosity and wait for the day when the answer would be revealed.

Life is still going on, since the double flower drink can't be sold, then sell something else.

The toon tree at the door just happened to be full of buds. Poor people are good at taking local materials. Ziwei four people picked the toon tree buds and washed them. Aunt Wang is good at cooking and used some of them to make a strong-flavored toon tree. The sauce is sold to restaurants; some of them are made into toon egg buns, toon pork buns...

Ziwei and the others did not dare to run far for fear of danger. Every day before dawn, they set up a stall at the intersection of Caochang Hutong on Xuanwumenqian Avenue to sell buns.

Toon tree buds have a strong taste, and those who like them will never get tired of eating them every day; those who don't like them will hold their noses and walk away when they smell them.

Aunt Wang’s Toon Tree Bud buns have well-raised noodles, and the skin is soft and white. They have gradually gained word of mouth and accumulated a lot of repeat customers.

Before the buds of the toon tree were picked, the little monk from Tanzhe Temple came several times: because the Buddhist scriptures copied by Ziwei are correct and big enough, they are very popular with elderly female pilgrims. Ziwei left more than 20 Buddhist scriptures Not enough gifts, the little novice came to Ziwei, saying that the temple wanted to pay Ziwei to help copy scriptures.

Ziwei naturally agreed.

When the toon tree buds are old, the elm money tree at the door will continue to bloom, and Aunt Wang's toon tree bud buns will become elm money steamed buns and elm wallets.

Before the money was finished, a luxurious carriage stopped at the gate of Caochang Hutong No. [-]. A well-dressed old lady got off the carriage and brought two little maids to knock on the door...