Chapter 902 Pigs Dislike Dogs
Zhang Chengxuan had been waiting for his junior brother's silver pouch.
But he didn't expect to receive a whole box of them.
And it's gold!
The box, weighing over fifty pounds including the leather, is enough for him to live on for several lifetimes. If he were frugal and focused on his cultivation, he could live for five hundred years.
He patted the box, staring at its shimmering gold color, speechless for a long time.
"Senior brother, why aren't you saying anything?"
Seeing her senior brother, whom she had known for many years, staring at a box of gold without saying a word, Song Chunxue felt quite uneasy.
"What did you say? Thank you, God of Wealth?"
Zhang Chengxuan stroked his chin seriously, "Over the years, thanks to you, I've seen a lot of good things. I can't even remember arguing with someone over two pounds of potatoes until my face turned red."
"Tell me, where did this windfall come from, and how much did you keep for yourself?"
Song Chunxue took out two jugs of wine. "I'm going to the kitchen to make two cold dishes. We need to have a proper talk about this."
Master Zhang smiled, picked up two wine jugs, and sat down at the low table in the library.
"Actually, I bought this table a few days ago so that those bandits could study in peace here, copy scriptures and draw talismans. I didn't expect it to be the perfect place for drinking and playing chess."
He pulled up a stool and said, "I'll teach you chess later, and hopefully by the time you're a hundred, you'll be able to play a little bit of everything – music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. We don't need you to be an expert; just knowing a few basic moves will be enough."
Song Chunxue, who had stepped one foot out of the threshold, laughed, "Then senior brother overestimates me. I am already content and think I am very remarkable."
"Oh, don't! You have a long life ahead of you. You're only a few years old."
Song Chunxue pondered for a moment, "That's true, but I've noticed that among us, Senior Brother is one of the youngest."
"Yes, unlike you who are entangled in past and present lives."
"..." Song Chunxue pouted in dissatisfaction, but couldn't find the words to refute it, and quickly went to the kitchen.
When the snacks were brought back, Song Chunxue realized that she had originally intended to visit her boss.
However, seeing the wisdom in her senior brother's eyes, her tense heart calmed down.
As the saying goes, "Find the right doctor and the right donkey, and you won't waste time tilling the land."
With a senior brother like her guiding her, she might be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort and handle the situation flawlessly this time.
She quickly filled her senior brother's cup.
The Taoist priest merely glanced at her, then picked up his wine and took a sip.
"Speak, what is it?" He picked up a piece of cold pickled mustard greens. "I can tell from your eyes that you're up to no good."
"Hey!" Song Chunxue rolled up her sleeves. "It's been a long time since I last saw you. Senior brother has become so vulgar. I just wanted to ask you a question, not to give you advice on murder and arson."
The Taoist priest picked up a piece of cold pork heart and said, "I already knew. Your third son came to me and mentioned it."
Is that so?
Song Chunxue placed her hands on her knees, wondering why her senior brother still said she hadn't held back her fart.
He was deliberately trying to insult her.
"Since you know, you have to scold me to be satisfied, don't you?" Song Chunxue reluctantly cupped her hands. "Then please give me some advice, senior brother. How can I resolve this matter concerning my eldest son?"
Master Zhang tapped the table, indicating that she should add more wine.
That expression was so arrogant.
Song Chunxue immediately filled her wine glass.
"This matter is actually quite simple. My junior brother is not a reckless person these days, but remember one thing: do not act impulsively or get into a fight, and never speak rudely."
"Also, you must bring back three grains of wheat from the person you met. If you can do that, your wish will naturally come true."
Song Chunxue raised an eyebrow, "Senior brother didn't trick me, did he?"
"How could that be?" The Taoist priest waved his hand. "If you're going, then go soon. These two dishes of snacks are mine."
mean.
Song Chunxue muttered to herself, then tossed a bag of roasted broad beans from her storage ring, saying, "I'll drink it when I get back."
"Drinking leads to trouble; spiritual practice is more important."
Song Chunxue wanted to retort, saying that he had indeed drunk quite a bit.
On her way to Zhuanglang County on her sword, she thought about the many people who had traveled that road, and how bumpy and difficult it was. Suddenly, she felt that riding a donkey to get around was not so bad.
If there were no roadblocks or bandits blocking the way.
Midway through her journey, she came to a bumpy road and encountered several groups of bandits who harassed her.
But those bandits weren't bandits enough; she simply gripped her longsword and shouted once, and the group scattered and fled.
He probably hasn't been a bandit for long, or perhaps he's a bandit who makes a living by being a farmer.
Along the way, she also encountered several mothers begging with their children, so thin that they could barely walk.
She was not even twenty years old, yet she looked more weathered than her.
Perhaps it's because she's now living a better life, but hasn't been helping many people who are just like she used to be, that her conscience is bothering her.
Fortunately, after carefully questioning the begging mother, she learned that their lives weren't too bad, and they weren't at their wits' end.
They were just running low on food and worried they wouldn't make it to the bean harvest, so they came out early to beg for food.
Song Chunxue personally delivered the freshly ground flour to their doorstep.
She also gave several hundred coins to every poor person she encountered.
I dare not send too many.
At that moment, she didn't care about changing cause and effect; she only thought that saving a life was better than building a seven-story pagoda.
If someone is going to starve to death tomorrow, what she did today is like sending charcoal in snowy weather.
If not, that would be even better.
Thinking about her past life, and how the country remained for the next thirty years, she felt much more at ease.
Hopefully, that dog emperor can last a few more years; that would be a blessing for the people.
If he can do that, he will surely be reborn as an immortal in his next life.
As dusk fell, while the sheep were frantically grazing and trying to gather more food, Song Chunxue arrived in Zhuanglang County.
The moment she entered the city gate, she had the illusion that she hadn't been back for several years.
If you calculate the time carefully, it's only a little over half a year.
In the past six months, I have experienced a lot and my mindset has changed a lot.
Fortunately, she didn't feel tired.
I just feel that this is how life should be.
Thanks to God, she was able to glimpse the threshold of the path of spiritual practice, and subsequently walked on this path for many years.
"Oh my, isn't this Jiang Jinshi's mother? Did you just get back?"
Not long after entering the city gate, she encountered the old man who had previously tilled her land, carrying a bucket of manure on his back from the field to home.
"Are you addicted to being a Taoist priest with this outfit?" The old man pointed at Song Chunxue with a puzzled look and advised, "What's bothering you? Your sons are all doing better and better these days. What's so good about being a Taoist priest? You might as well find a man and live a stable life."
Song Chunxue remained calm and did not feel much emotion because of this person's prejudice.
“I didn’t have any suicidal thoughts, I just thought too much about it. I became a Taoist priest because I didn’t want any trouble.” She spread her hands. “I don’t have to cook, and I don’t have to take care of my grandchildren. It’s so nice.”
Then, she pointed at the old man and said, "If you had just said something nice, your son wouldn't have disliked you."
"you……"
This old man is a chatterbox; he can lecture about anything he sees, which makes him disliked by everyone.
Even if he does all sorts of work, he won't get much reward.
Tsk, it's like seeing myself in a past life.
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