Occasionally, she would see two or three young nuns carrying water to water the vegetable garden.

Jiang Qiao didn't call out to these people; she simply stepped through the courtyard gate and went inside.

Is anyone there? Is anyone there?

Soon, a nun came out of a room. Judging from her appearance, she was probably cooking in the kitchen, and she was wearing an apron.

"Benefactor, who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Master Jingxin, is she in?"

The nun looked Jiang Qiao up and down. "Wait a moment, I'll go and inform them."

Seeing the nun run towards the upper courtyard, Jiang Qiao followed leisurely behind, observing the situation inside the courtyard as she walked.

Inside the room, Jingxin, who was originally the eldest daughter of the Wen family, Wen Xueyi, was drinking her medicine. When she heard that someone was looking for her, she was immediately stunned.

"They didn't say who it was?"

"No, Master, will you see me or not?"

After a moment's hesitation, Jingxin said, "Bring her in."

Wen Xueyi didn't know who this person who came to see her was. In the past two years, many women had asked to become nuns, but her nunnery was only so big. If she took in too many, she simply couldn't guarantee their livelihood. Those who stayed were truly desperate. She wondered if the person who came today also wanted to become a nun.

All she can do now is try her best to comfort them. Becoming a nun is no joke. If you don't experience it for yourself, how can you know the hardships they endure?

He drank the medicine and leaned against the bed, pondering how to persuade the person who came to seek refuge with him.

She never expected that her great-nephew would come to her door at this time.

Following the nun who was cooking, Jiang Qiao felt a sense of relief and secretly admired her. Despite the old appearance of the nunnery, she thought to herself, "This nunnery is really well-maintained and spotless. These people are not lazy."

After escorting Jiang Qiao into the house, the nun who was cooking withdrew. She hadn't finished cooking yet, and if she didn't hurry, the woodcutters on the mountain would be back soon.

Upon entering the room and seeing the middle-aged beauty with a head of beautiful hair lying on the bed, Jiang Qiao was immediately stunned.

Isn't this a nunnery? How can people still grow their hair here?

Especially when that middle-aged beauty looked up, she could vaguely see some resemblance to her mother. If time could turn back, she felt that this great-aunt in front of her must have been incredibly beautiful. Unfortunately, beauty fades with age and cannot escape the ravages of time.

Wen Xueyi's complexion was particularly bad; it was pale with a hint of red, clearly indicating that she had caught a cold.

Upon seeing Jiang Qiao, Wen Xueyi was immediately taken aback. Why did this young girl give her such a familiar feeling?

"You, who are you?"

Jiang Qiao looked at the other person playfully and said, "Guess who I am?"

Wen Xueyi asked uncertainly, "Are you Jiang Qiao?"

Jiang Qiao nodded happily. Fortunately, this great-aunt still remembered that she had a grand-nephew.

"Hello, Auntie, I am Jiang Qiao. This is a jade pendant given to me by my grandfather. Please take a look."

Jiang Qiao took out the jade pendant and handed it to Wen Xueyi. Seeing the things from her hometown, Wen Xueyi had no doubts. This Jiang Qiao was real, not someone else's imposter.

"Girl, sit down quickly—"

Wen Xueyi quickly got up and pulled Jiang Qiao to sit next to her, taking another close look at him.

"Just like your mom when she was little. So many years have passed in the blink of an eye. You're all grown up now. How could we not get old?"

"Grandma, you're not old at all. If it weren't for us grand-nephews and nieces comparing you to us, no one would believe your actual age."

Let me take your pulse first, okay? I see something's wrong with your health.

Wen Xueyi sighed, "I'm getting old, my body isn't what it used to be. I've had this cold for days and it just won't get better. Can you take a look at me? By the way, how did you get this? You should be in school at your age!"

Jiang Qiao explained with a smile, "This is a way for me to make a living. I learned it from others when I was little. You have a cold, Auntie, you don't need to drink this bitter medicine. I have some medicine with me here. Two pills should be enough."

Jiang Qiao took out the Western medicine she had bought, which was fast-acting. After Wen Xueyi finished taking the medicine, Jiang Qiao gave her acupuncture. After the acupuncture, Wen Xueyi's energy immediately returned. She felt relaxed all over, her head no longer hurt, and she had energy again, as if she wasn't the one who was sick.

"Jiang Qiao, you're quite something! I didn't expect you to be so capable. Come on, tell me what's going on outside. How are your grandpa and the others doing?"

Jiang Qiao told Wen Xueyi about Wen Songtao and the Wen family's situation.

In particular, when Jiang Qiao mentioned Wen Songtao's prediction, Wen Xueyi sighed, "I was wondering why you chose to come at this time. Well, it's time to get rid of it. Leaving it with me might not be safe either."

Jiang Qiao actually had too many questions in her mind, and since she had recognized this great-aunt, she casually asked them.

Wen Xueyi couldn't help but laugh when she heard this. "So that's why you were standing there looking so dazed when you came in."

Let me tell you, there's no rule that says you have to shave your head. This house is mine, so I get to decide what to do. If you want to shave, go ahead; if you don't, then keep your head.

I don't have such strict rules here. Those I take in are just people who have really run out of options. If there's any way to help them, I won't let them become monks so easily. Besides, who knows, maybe one day they'll have a change of heart?

Besides, does shaving one's head truly mean severing all worldly desires?

Jiang Qiao thought about it and agreed, giving a thumbs up. "Grandma, you always think things through."

Wen Xueyi sighed again, "If I had figured it out, I wouldn't be here. I haven't even figured out my own affairs. I'm just too lazy to meddle in other people's business."

Jiang Qiao noticed that Wen Xueyi was rather frail and was genuinely concerned about the daily lives of these nuns.

"Even with self-production and self-harvest, we can only maintain a basic standard of living. We also need to go out and collect herbs to sell in exchange for daily necessities."

If they encounter pilgrims who come by, they can donate some money for incense, and they can manage to get by.

Jiang Qiao, have you thought it through? How are you going to get those things out of here? It's not just a small amount.

Jiang Qiao smiled and nodded, "Grandma, I have a way of handling this, don't worry."

"As long as you have a solution, come on, I'll take you out for a walk and show you around—"

Jiang Qiao knew in her heart what she was looking at; it was probably the place where the Wen family hid their treasures.

Wen Xueyi got dressed and put on a hat, and now you really couldn't see her full head of beautiful hair.

Jiang Qiao and Wen Xueyi left the room and went to the kitchen to tell each other that they wanted to cook for one more person.

Wen Xueyi then took Jiang Qiao on a proper tour. Since they had entered the temple, Jiang Qiao naturally had to pay respects to the Bodhisattva. Moreover, the person was quite particular, not only giving incense money but also a lot of tickets.