After leaving Yiran Courtyard, Manager Luo stopped under a crabapple tree, took out a purse from his bosom and said, "My master is very satisfied with my sister's current situation. He knows that you have not only worked hard to teach her, but also spent money and prepared so many delicious foods for her. My master said that he has already troubled you a lot and it is not good to let you spend more money. This money is my gratitude to you, and the money you spend on my sister in the future will also come from here. Also, I see that your family has bought the land, so build the house as soon as possible. Starting tomorrow, I will ask our tenants to go a few more people to help clean up the forest."
Chen Afu found it a little funny. They were building their own house, but Manager Luo was more anxious than them.
She said politely, "I just made some dim sum and braised food. It didn't cost much."
Manager Luo said patiently, "My sister will come to your house often in the future, so the expenses will be high. For example, your new house should be renovated better. Not only should you buy more exquisite furniture, but the garden should also have flowers and plants. It would be better to build a pavilion so that you can play in the pavilion when the sun is high."
Chen Afu thought that this was not like building a house for himself, but more like building a villa for a little girl.
However, it is mutually beneficial.
From what Chu Lingxuan said, the little girl's relatives couldn't always accompany her, and when they were not around, they wanted him to accompany her. So, I spent far more time with her than all her relatives. The little girl grew up in luxury, and she wanted the best of everything, whether it was food, things to use, or toys. If she had to go to his house often, it would indeed cost her some money.
She smiled and thanked him, then took the purse. She then said, "Uncle Luo, I want to change my rest time to every fifth and tenth day. Every tenth day is the day when Lord Chu takes a rest, and I also want to spend more time with my father."
Manager Luo nodded and said yes.
Just as Chen Afu said goodbye to Manager Luo, he saw Master Chen coming, followed by a little nun holding a pot of flowers.
Manager Luo quickly went up to him and bowed. Chen Ahfu also clasped his hands together and said, "Abbot Liaochen."
When Liaochen saw Chen Afu, she smiled and clasped her hands together and said, "Amitabha, donor Chen is right here, and I have something to ask of you."
Chen Afu was stunned. What could she ask him for?
Liaochen said, "I took the braised food made by donor Chen to visit Master Wuzhi the other day. The master liked it very much and asked if it was possible for donor Chen to make some of this braised food for him regularly." Her face turned red. There were almost no monks like Master Wuzhi who were greedy and asked for food directly. She quickly explained, "The master who told Chen's fortune that donor Chen's mother mentioned before was him."
Chen Afu knew that Wang had always said that an old monk in Lingyin Temple had told her fortune, saying that she was blessed and her mental illness would be cured. After she traveled through time, many things fell into place because of this fortune.
It turns out that the old monk’s Buddhist name was Wuzhi.
Not only was Wang always grateful to him and never forgot him, but even Chen Afu was grateful to him.
However, he hadn't even seen his own face, yet he was begging for food. This was extremely rare, not to mention among monks, but even among ordinary people.
She smiled and said, "I am honored that Master Wuzhi likes the food I cook. I also thank him for telling me such a good fortune, which made my family never give up on my treatment. Okay, I will cook for him often."
Liaochen smiled and said, "Then I will thank you on behalf of Master Wuzhi. If it is done, please send it to Tangyuan and have Luo Xiao send someone to deliver it to Lingyin Temple." She pointed to the pot of flowers in the little nun's hand and said, "Master Wuzhi also said that this orchid is dying and wants to ask you to help cure it. He also said that you can definitely cure it."
That Master Wuzhi is really an old charlatan. He must have figured out that she has Yan Chenxiang. Or maybe his nose is as good as Miss Chu's, and he could smell that the stew was made with water soaked with Yan Chenxiang wood residue.
Chen Afu looked at the pot of flowers. The stems were a little dry and the leaves were curled. It looked like it was about to die.
She said in embarrassment, "But I have never cured a flower before. What if I can't cure it?"
Liaochen smiled and said, "Master Wuzhi said that if Donor Chen really can't be cured, it's fate and he won't force it."
Chen Afu took the flowerpot, said goodbye and left.
When Master Liaochen heard that her son had returned and was in Yiran Courtyard, she hurried in.
Chu Lingxuan was sitting in the west room eating noodles. He was about to go out on a business trip, so he rushed back to see his daughter today and arrived at Tangyuan in the afternoon.
As soon as he came back, he listened to Manager Luo's story about the past few days. He knew that although Master Chen's method of raising children was peculiar, it was extremely effective. In just a few days, his daughter had changed, and he was very happy.
He was eager to see his daughter and her progress, so he didn't care about eating and went straight to Yiran Courtyard. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he heard a melodious song floating out of the small window. The song was different from any song he had heard before. It was melodious, beautiful, and extremely distant. He seemed to feel like he was back in his childhood, with his mother whispering beside his bed...
Later, Yan'er's voice also came out, following the song's "ah" and "ah", which brought his thoughts back. He laughed. Yan'er's discordant voice did not destroy the beauty of the song. On the contrary, he felt that they worked together perfectly.
He walked into the living room and looked at the small door of the bedroom, hoping that the song would continue...
Manager Luo had already asked the cook, Mrs. Zhou, to make a bowl of mushroom and shredded chicken noodles for the master. When Mrs. Zhou finished cooking and served the noodles, she heard that the master was discussing something in the west room. After Chen Ahfu left, the maid brought the noodles in.
Seeing his mother coming, Chu Lingxuan quickly put down his bowl, went over to help her sit down, and said, "Mom, you came at this hour. Have you eaten your vegetarian meal?"
Liaochen still used worldly names when addressing her son, granddaughter, and old friends in Tangyuan. Some people said that she had not yet given up her worldly desires, so that was it. She had no ties with that family, and she was relieved about her son, but she could not let go of poor Yan'er.
She took Chu Lingxuan's hand and said, "Xuan'er, mother went to Lingyin Temple to ask Master Wuzhi to tell Yan'er's fortune."
"What does the master say?" Chu Lingxuan asked anxiously. Master Wuzhi was the most famous monk in the Dashun Dynasty. Many princes and nobles asked him to tell their fortunes, but he refused to see them.
Liaochen said, "The master said that Yan'er's fate is not right and she is destined to die young."
Chu Lingxuan was startled and looked at Lechen with great sadness, "Yan'er she..."
Lechen hurriedly said, "Xuan'er, don't worry. The master also said that because of the sudden change in the weather in March this spring, the fate of many people has been changed. By chance, Yan'er's fate has also been changed. The master said that if Yan'er survives the age of four, she will be able to turn danger into fortune and have a surprising turn of events. Yan'er, you have already passed your fourth birthday." After saying this, Lechen burst into tears of joy again.
Chu Lingxuan was overjoyed when he heard this...
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