Chapter 308 I'm Sorry, Junior Brother

Song Chunxue pondered carefully.

"Wait a minute, we've encountered so much gold and silver, isn't that a testament to the ancestral master's mercy?"

The Taoist priest immediately sat up straight, clasping his hands together in front of him.

"Yes, yes, yes. Please forgive me, Ancestral Master. Your generous disciple has felt this deeply. These past two years have been too comfortable. Please forgive me, Ancestral Master."

Seeing his expression of being afraid of offending the patriarch, Song Chunxue chuckled to herself.

She left her room, thinking that she would need to use the kitchen for dinner.

If there's nothing in the kitchen, go up the mountain early to dig up some wild vegetables or pick some wild mushrooms, so you won't go hungry.

Looking up, she saw a chimney in the southeast corner. She went to the front of the house, pushed open the door, and was momentarily stunned.

The kitchen was spotless, with not a speck of dust on the stove. The rice and flour containers were full, and various green vegetables were displayed on the wooden shelves. Fresh and cured meats hung from the iron hooks on the ceiling.

We have everything we need.

Song Chunxue was overjoyed; a stone could be exchanged for a night's food and lodging—it was worth it.

After she finishes eating earlier, the rain should have stopped by then, and she can go higher up to the mountaintop to enjoy the view.

She had never climbed such a high mountain before.

This is Jincheng. I heard that the Yellow River flows through the center of Jincheng. You should be able to see it from the top of the mountain.

Thinking of this, she quickly scooped out a bowl of noodles, found the alkaline flour and the dough, and thought about making a few bowls of hand-pulled noodles to eat.

She doesn't know how to steam rice, and she's afraid it won't taste good.

She only knows how to cook rice porridge.

The Taoist priest also came to the kitchen.

"Making food so early?"

Song Chunxue asked with a smile, "Senior brother, don't you want to eat early and go see a higher place?"

The Taoist priest nodded, "Then I'll start the fire."

"No need..."

"If you eat early, you can even see the sunset," the Taoist priest said gently. "This rain is just a thunderstorm, it won't last long. When the sky clears up later, the scenery will surely be beautiful."

Song Chunxue washed the vegetables, peeled the potatoes, and quickly made the hand-pulled noodles.

The two of them each ate a bowl and a half, just as the rain stopped.

"Come on, come on, the sun hasn't set yet." The Taoist priest picked up the keys and walked down the steps. "We'll wash the pots and pans when we get back."

"well."

As the two brothers climbed up the steeper corridor, they would occasionally look back at the setting sun.

By the time you reach the highest point of the mountain, the sun's entire face is completely hidden behind the mountain.

The sunset grew redder and more beautiful.

Looking down, the entire city of Jincheng is laid out before you, with a long river running through it from west to east.

The mountains and rivers are magnificent and breathtaking.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Song Chunxue couldn't help but secretly shed tears.

*

The next day, Song Chunxue woke up at 3:45 AM as usual.

Waking up in a clean, soft, luxurious, and fragrant bed, she felt the care of her ancestor.

If it weren't for the protection of our ancestor, how could there be such a good thing in the world?

She went into the courtyard, found a cushion, placed it on the stone bench, and sat cross-legged in meditation.

She didn't understand what spiritual energy was, but the morning air on Wuquan Mountain was refreshing and invigorating, which must be the feeling of abundant spiritual energy.

She didn't want to miss such a good opportunity.

An hour later, the senior brother finished meditating in the room and came out.

Song Chunxue stir-fried some shredded potatoes, made noodle soup, and boiled two eggs. The two of them had a simple breakfast.

Afterwards, they carefully examined the layout of the courtyard and figured that it would cost at least five gold ingots to buy it.

They are waiting for the Zhao family to return and ask for the money.

If the rest of the Zhao family knew that he traded a stone for a courtyard, they would definitely think the old man was incredibly foolish.

However, the fellow disciples waited and waited, and even after the dew on the bamboo leaves had evaporated, the Zhao family still hadn't arrived.

As noon approached, the two of them decided to go down the mountain to Zhao's residence.

"Knock knock knock".

Just as they were carrying their bundles and preparing to open the door, someone knocked on the door.

When I opened the door, I saw that Mr. Zhao had returned.

A father and son followed behind him, with the butler supporting Mr. Zhao.

"The old gentleman is back. We were just about to go down the mountain to find you," the Taoist priest said with a smile. "The old gentleman was not feeling well, so why did you come all the way here in person? It would have been just as good to have the steward tell us."

The old man walked shakily to Master Zhang and excitedly grasped his hand.

"Thank you, Taoist priest. You must have been sent by Heaven to save our Zhao family. Thank you so much."

As he spoke, the old man's knees buckled, and he prepared to kneel down.

"No, no, no," the Taoist priest said, bewildered. He helped the old man up and looked at the people behind him. "What's going on? Why don't we go inside and talk about it slowly?"

"Alright, the Taoist priest is right. Father, let me help you inside to sit down and talk."

Song Chunxue stood aside and watched as the old man was so excited that he was about to cry. His son and grandson helped him to sit down in the main room.

The housekeeper conscientiously went to make tea.

“The stone that the Taoist priest gave me yesterday saved our Zhao family’s life. From now on, this courtyard belongs to you.” The old man looked at Song Chunxue excitedly. “You are truly a great benefactor to the Zhao family, a living bodhisattva to the Zhao family.”

"..." Although Song Chunxue didn't hear clearly, she roughly understood what they meant.

Was that stone she picked up truly a treasure?

"We dare not conceal the truth from you two Taoist priests, that stone redeemed more than a dozen properties belonging to the Zhao family for us. Please accept our bow..."

The Taoist priest reluctantly stopped him, saying, "No, no, no, it's just that you have a good eye, sir. My junior brother picked up that stone from the stone slope by the door, and I even scolded her for it. It seems I wronged her."

As he spoke, the Taoist priest looked at Song Chunxue and said, "Junior brother, I have misunderstood you. It was your senior brother who was blind."

Song Chunxue suppressed a laugh and said expressionlessly, "Don't blame my senior brother. I just thought the stone was pretty. After all, Zhuanglang County doesn't have that many beautiful stones. I just liked it and wanted to keep it in water. I never expected it to be so valuable."

“It’s not all my doing; it’s all thanks to Mr. Zhao’s keen eye. As long as it’s valuable, that’s all that matters.” Song Chunxue stood up and said solemnly, “My fellow disciple and I came here specifically for this courtyard. It seems that Heaven has granted our wish, and we should all thank Heaven for its mercy.”

These words made the old Mr. Zhao both laugh and cry, and his sons and grandsons also sighed with emotion.

They also reminded each other that they must give up this habit and never participate in jade gambling again.

This is a test from heaven for them.

Finally, the old Mr. Zhao took out the deed to the courtyard house and brought a third person to witness it, and rewrote the contract on the spot.

After that, the 50-acre courtyard came under Song Chunxue's name.

The Taoist priest said that she had picked up the stone and insisted on writing her name on it.

That wasn't all. Soon after, two horse-drawn carriages arrived, carrying food, drink, and other necessities.

The old Mr. Zhao looked radiant, his hands were steady and he wasn't coughing. He held the Taoist priest's hand and said that he would definitely contribute money when temples and Taoist monasteries were built in the future.

The Taoist priest was adept at dealing with people and handled them with ease.

Finally, they asked the Taoist priest for a few talismans before reluctantly getting into the carriage and going down the mountain.

As soon as they returned to the yard, they heard the gate slam shut.

"Junior brother, I'm sorry, I've wronged you."

Then, Master Zhang solemnly clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to apologize to her.

"Your senior brother misunderstood you. If you want to collect any stones in the future, your senior brother will help you!"

"..." Sigh, Song Chunxue felt somewhat helpless.

Where has his mature, steady, unfathomable, and ethereal senior brother gone?