The only ones who weren't happy were the young monk Jingming and his companions.
Monks abstain from meat, and since fried dough cakes are made with lard, they cannot eat them.
They could only watch longingly as the temple keeper, smelling the aroma of the fried dough, swallowed his saliva!
Qin Luo originally intended to carry the things himself to find the temple keeper and the others.
Qin Yunyuan insisted on helping her carry it, and Qin Luo thought about it and didn't refuse.
He's my cousin anyway, so it's no big deal to ask him to do things.
The two men, carrying bags, walked towards the temple keeper's group.
The temple keeper saw Qin Luo and Qin Yunyuan approaching carrying things.
After glancing around and seeing that everyone else had gone to see the wild boar, he smiled and went to greet them.
"I knew you wouldn't forget us, kid! Look what good things you've brought this time, young benefactor!"
The two walked up to him, put down the bags they were carrying, and bowed to him.
"Grandpa Temple Keeper, I'll be having a little sister soon. My uncle and his friends have hunted another wild boar. When I saw the food we made today, I remembered that you can't eat meat, so my cousin and I brought some vegetarian fruits over!"
The temple keeper had expected it to be the same as before, with some tomatoes and cucumbers or something similar.
Upon opening the bag, they found not only various fresh fruits and vegetables that could be eaten raw, but also...
There was also a bag of snow-white steamed buns, a bag of pumpkin steamed buns, some roasted beans, and peanuts!
The temple keeper was touched by her thoughtfulness and wanted to reach out and pat her on the shoulder.
But when he reached out his hand, he realized she was a girl, so he turned and patted Qin Yunyuan next to her instead.
"Good children, you are all good children, thank you so much!"
Jingming, along with his fellow disciples, bowed to him.
"Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, you are extremely kind, may your blessings be abundant and your merits immeasurable!"
Qin Luo and Qin Yunyuan returned the greeting to Jingming and the others.
Qin Luo had thought that monks could eat eggs, but unfortunately he didn't have any and couldn't give them to them.
They were also worried that the temple keeper and his men, who only ate vegetarian food every day, wouldn't have the energy to keep up.
So he put a packet of pills in the bag, and Qin Luo took the pills out and handed them to the temple keeper.
"Grandpa Temple Keeper, these are pills made by Grandpa You. They're very good for your health. If you feel unwell anywhere, just take one, and it'll cure you instantly!"
The temple keeper took the small cloth bag
"Thank you so much, benefactor! We will forever remember your kindness in providing us with food!"
Qin Luo waved his hand.
"No need to be so polite, but I do have a question I'd like to ask you all!"
Jingming's expression also became serious.
"Please speak, benefactor, and this humble monk will answer without reservation!"
Qin Luo asked somewhat embarrassedly.
"Abbot, how do I donate the incense money? I want to pray for my unborn sister, but I don't have any banknotes. Can I donate some items instead?"
Jingming recited a Buddhist chant.
"Amitabha! Of course, that's possible. May I ask what item the benefactor wishes to donate?"
Qin Luo first looked around, then took out a pure gold incense burner from his cloth bag.
It's about the size of two adult fists.
She placed the incense burner in Jingming's hands.
"Abbot, do you think this will do?"
Jingming looked at the incense burner in his hand, which had almost caused him to fall to the ground, and then at Qin Luo.
"Benefactor, are you serious? Do your family members know about this donation?"
Qin Luo shook his head and then nodded dismissively.
“I know a little. Before I came, I told my aunt that I wanted to donate sesame oil. My aunt was very happy and even wanted to give me money! I didn’t take it and said I wanted to donate items instead. What? Can’t I donate this?”
Jingming and his fellow disciples all wiped the sweat from their brows.
He handed the pure gold incense burner to the temple keeper behind him.
Only then did he look at Qin Luo
"Of course we can donate. When Fuhua Temple is rebuilt in the future, we will definitely erect a merit plaque for the benefactor to express our gratitude for your great kindness!"
"You're too kind. It's fine if you can donate. My cousin and I won't disturb the masters' meal any longer. Farewell!"
After Qin Luo finished speaking, she turned around and pulled Qin Yunyuan away.
"Donor, stay!"
The young monk Jingming called out to her, but Qin Luo was puzzled.
"Is there anything else, Abbot?"
Jingming put his hands together in prayer.
“Amitabha, benefactor, are you unaware that commoners are not allowed to use gold jewelry?”
Qin Luo suddenly realized
"Oh dear! I forgot, what should we do? Didn't you say we could donate?"
"Donating to the temple is fine, but I stopped you to tell you not to take out such valuable items so easily in the future, as it may bring trouble if someone with ulterior motives finds out!"
Qin Luo bowed to Jingming.
"Thank you for your guidance, Abbot. I will remember it. Farewell!"
When the two returned, Qin Yunyuan wanted to ask about the origin of the incense burner, but he ultimately remained silent.
Because Qin Ling had told them that Qin Luo was Lord Kang's envoy.
Some strange things are actually normal; don't get to the bottom of things.
Many things are things that ordinary people like them shouldn't concern themselves with.
Fortunately, Qin Yunyuan didn't ask, because Qin Luo didn't intend to explain anything either.
She felt that what she did was not a bad thing.
Furthermore, there are still many things to do in the future, and if we have to explain everything to them...
It would be better not to say anything or give anything in the first place.
I'll just hide and lie low by myself.
When the two returned to Liu Zheng's side, Liu Zheng and the others were busy at work.
Some women from the village brought flour from their own homes.
I asked Liu Zheng for some lard to make fried dough cakes for the children.
Some women were cooking pork with Ji He and the others, and a group of them were chatting around the large pot.
The village children were laughing and playing nearby, creating a heartwarming and joyful scene!
The next ten days
The people of Qixia Village safely traveled from Chunyang County to the outskirts of Shipo County.
Along the way, there were no refugees robbing property, nor were there any bandits committing murder and arson.
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