Chapter 687: The Cemetery
After washing up, both of them climbed onto the kang, one wrapped in a quilt.
Now that the first is in the filial piety period, and the second is that Song Chongjin really doesn't have any expectations for his self-control, so it's better to be honest.
Nested in the warm quilt, Wang Yongzhu mentioned her thoughts, she felt that since Song Chongjin wanted to study for the imperial examination and take the township examination in the second half of the year, then this half year would be very important.
Especially seeing that the front yard was rented by Xiucai, listening to Yan Zhongren's words, this Jing County attracted scholars from all over the world to study because of the Evergreen Academy.
How many people want to find a quiet place to live here, but they can't, so they can only share it with others.
Now that Song Chongjin wants to take the road of the imperial examination, he must not be able to do it behind closed doors, and he has to communicate with people.
There are so many scholars in Jing County, what a unique condition is this? I still have this little yard at home. It's just tailor-made for Song Chongjin.
Now her family is not short of a few taels of silver for renting a house, not to mention that she also talked to Shopkeeper Wu a few years ago that she wanted to sell the dyeing workshop here to them, and the shop here could not be idle.
There is also the Wang family's mountain goods business, she no longer plans to mix it, except for the yellow pine mushrooms that need to be provided to Boss Zhang, the rest are planned to be given to the Wang brothers.
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People's energy is limited, and her future focus will definitely be on the dyeing workshop and Jingxian side, as for the Wang family's mountain goods business, the Wang brothers have been training for a year, and there must be no problem.
What's more, she is now nominally Song Chongjin's wife, and when Song Chongjin comes to Jing County to study, she will stay in Qilidun, so she is not so stupid.
And she also promised Mrs. Zhang to take her to live the life of an old lady in the county, so as not to leave Mrs. Zhang in Qilidun and make an unpleasant scene.
As soon as Wang Yongzhu's idea came out, he received strong support from Song Chongjin.
Song Chongjin is not only supportive, but he is almost overjoyed.
After thinking about it, I can be with Yongzhu every day, my ears and temples are grinding, and my red sleeves are fragrant, and I nodded my head busily: "Yongzhu, what you said is right!" That's it! ”
The look of the dog's legs, I can't see it.
Early the next morning, Wang Yongzhu explained to Mrs. Zhang, asked her to rest at home, and she and Song Chongjin went to the temple on the mountain to worship Qi Huan.
Mrs. Zhang nodded: "That's right, no matter what, she is also your mother-in-law." For so many years, it is estimated that no one has given incense, burned some paper money, provided some food or something! I don't know how desolate it is underground! You go, give two more pillars of incense, burn more paper money, and let your mother-in-law have more money on hand below. Tell your mother-in-law that there will be no shortage of her bowl of food during the New Year's holidays in the future, so that she can rest assured! ”
When Mrs. Zhang said a word, Song Chongjin nodded and listened very seriously.
The short experience and statements of these parents are rare for Song Chongjin, no one has taught him this since he was a child, everything is groped by himself, and he has taken many detours.
At this moment, accepting Mrs. Zhang's experience is really fresh and warm for Song Chongjin, and his attitude is exceptionally good.
Mrs. Zhang is also happy in her heart, who is not happy that when she speaks, others listen carefully?
The white-eyed wolves born by himself, he explained a few more words, and he couldn't wait to cover his ears and hide, where was he so well-behaved as his son-in-law, not only listened carefully, but also occasionally asked a few words.
hooked Mrs. Zhang, from the funeral customs to the customs, some interesting stories of the older generation or something.
If Wang Yongzhu hadn't urged Song Chongjin to go out, he would have forgotten about it.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to say: "Mother, let's talk about it when I come back." ”
Mrs. Zhang promised not to mention it.
Wang Yongzhu and Song Chongjin went to the grocery store and bought a large bundle of yellow paper, as well as paper money, and a bundle of incense, and were about to leave, but Song Chongjin saw a bunch of boys and girls on the paper at the door of the house, as well as the yard or something, and suddenly couldn't move his footsteps.
He heard Mrs. Zhang say that after this person dies, he will also have to dress and eat below, and there will be no ghosts to be worshiped by future generations, that is, poor ghosts, and they will starve and freeze when they become ghosts.
In this way, isn't his own mother hungry and frozen for more than 20 years? Maybe you don't even have a place to live, so you're a wanderer.
Thinking of this, Song Chongjin became more and more embarrassed, so he simply waved his hand, bought the courtyard, boys and girls, hired a carriage, and stuffed the carriage to the brim, so that everyone was squeezed into the corner.
This temple in Jing County is on the top of a mountain called Tongshan next to Jing County.
Tongshan is not high, the scenery is beautiful, especially the temple called Puen Temple on the top of the mountain is very famous for hundreds of miles, every festival, or what kind of birthday, people nearby are flocking to pray for blessings
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The incense is very vigorous.
However, today is an ordinary day, there are not many people to be seen on the mountain road, a temple can be seen in the distance behind the pines and cypresses, and the melodious sound of bells can be faintly heard at the foot of the mountain.
When I arrived at Puen Temple, I found that the temple was not big, with a black lacquered gate and yellow walls and black tiles.
It can be seen that there have been quite a few years, revealing a quiet beauty outside the world.
Although it is not a festival, when I entered the temple, I found that there were many people inside.
The two found a monk who knew the guest, explained their intentions, and donated a sum of sesame oil money.
The attitude of the monk has not changed, seeing that the two of them added good sesame oil money, they took the two to the backyard, and asked who the two wanted to worship, as soon as they heard that they were looking for a woman surnamed Qi more than ten years ago, the monk's eyes flashed a look of surprise: "This is the body of the female Tanyue is buried in the back garden, and the little monk will take you there." ”
Wang Yongzhu and Song Chongjin glanced at each other, followed, and said as they walked: "This master, you seem to be very familiar?" But did anyone come to worship? ”
The monk replied while leading the way: "That's because as the cemetery of Qi Tanyue, every few years there will be a distinguished guest from the capital to pay respects, except for that nobleman, no one else comes." Seeing the two little Tanyue today, it was rude for the little monk. ”
Needless to say, this so-called distinguished guest in the capital must be Song Hong.
Knowing that Song Hong had come to visit Qi Huan, both of them had mixed feelings.
Without the interest to speak, he silently followed behind the monk of Zhike, passed through several courtyards, and came to the backyard of the temple.
Behind the wall, behind a pine and cypress, is a quiet cemetery.
This cemetery has good feng shui, relying on the mountains and looking at the water, many of the deceased who cannot be buried back to the ancestral grave for various reasons are chosen by their families to be buried here, which is also a good place to bury their bones.
The two followed the monk to the southeast corner, where a low grave stood alone, the head of which looked to be often repaired, and the weeds on it were cleaned.