Chapter 662: Drawing Lots
"My dear grandson, come and eat. It's cold outside and the snow hasn't stopped yet. The kitchen is warm."
Zhou Xiufen only cooked for her grandson. After calling him in, she even closed the kitchen door.
It was as if he didn't even want to let Jiang Sanhe smell it.
Jiang Sanhe was not allowed in at all.
Poor Jiang Sanhe could only go to the backyard and eat cabbage.
After the snow, the cabbages became even colder.
But at least it fills my stomach.
She doesn't even bother to wash.
The pain in her heart and the physical suffering made her hate the Jiang family.
"Zhang, you have such a cruel heart."
Jiang Sanhe said to himself.
In the evening, she was scolded by her mother-in-law and returned to her normal life.
The snow lasted for three days before stopping, luckily it wasn't heavy.
Although the road is a little difficult to pass, it is still passable.
Jiang Fubao finally had some free time, and she went hiking with her second brother, his wife, and Meng Bujiu.
The snow-covered mountains have a unique beauty.
Because there were so many people climbing the mountain, there was no snow on the way up and down the mountain. It was either melted by being stepped on or cleared away by others.
Arrive at the temple on the top of the mountain.
Four people stood in the courtyard, each holding three incense sticks, and began to worship in the east, south, west and north directions.
There is an incense burner burning brightly in the middle of the yard.
After worshipping in the courtyard, pilgrims who come here throw their incense into here.
Otherwise there is no place to plug it in.
The same is true for the four people.
After the worship, they entered the real interior of the temple.
There are many Buddha statues here, big and small. Jiang Fubao couldn't name them all, so he could only listen quietly to the abbot's explanation.
Knowing that the county is here, the treatment you receive is certainly not comparable to that of other pilgrims.
Other people were received by the young monks, but they were received by the abbot himself.
After worshipping the Buddha statues and burning a few incense sticks, the abbot prepared to take them to the backyard for a vegetarian meal.
Jiang Fubao was standing next to a table.
"Master Liang Yuan, may I ask if this is an interpretation of the divination?" She looked at the abbot Liang Yuan beside her.
"Yes, little donor." Liang Yuan clasped his hands together and said with a smile.
"Can I draw a lottery ticket?" Jiang Fubao asked again.
"Of course you can. Please come over here and wash your hands first, little donor." Liang Yuan held the Buddhist beads in his left hand and spread out his right hand, pointing to the table beside him. There was a basin of water on the table. The basin was shining with gold, and no one knew whether it was painted with gold or made of gold.
"I want to draw lots, too." Wan followed.
"Let's all shake. Now that we're here, I hope we can all draw a good lot." Jiang Tongmu said in a low voice.
Then, the four of them washed their hands and knelt in a row in front of the Buddha.
They held four lottery sticks in their hands.
Hold it tight.
"Donors, please close your eyes, think about what you want, and then calm down. When you shake the lottery tube, stop when one of the lots falls off."
Liang Yuan reminded from the side.
The four of them closed their eyes obediently.
After meditating for a while, he began to shake the stick tube in his hand. The stick tube made a crisp "banging" sound, and various sticks collided back and forth in the tube.
The sound of the four lottery tubes is not low.
The pilgrims burning incense and worshipping Buddha nearby all turned their eyes here.
The four didn't know.
Until the label falls out of the tube.
They stopped one after another.
"Oh, it's really an excellent fortune. I can't understand the small words on it." Wanyu spoke first, and she looked very happy.
Drawing the best fortune means that what she wishes for: her family to be healthy, her children to grow up safely, and her husband and wife to live together forever will all come true.
However, she only recognized the three words "Best" on the signature, but did not recognize any of the small characters beside it.
She could only hand the signature to Liang Yuan and ask him to help her solve the problem.
Each bamboo stick in the lottery box corresponds to the book on which it is signed.
Liang Yuan already remembered that the melon was rotten.
He started talking without even taking out his signature.
"Mrs. Jiang has a happy marriage and has found a good husband. As long as you stay within your means and don't fight or compete, your life will only get better and better. All your dreams will come true. Although Mrs. Jiang has no daughters, you will have many children and grandchildren. Your son will have both sons and daughters, and you can enjoy the happiness of family life in your old age."
No wonder he is the abbot.
It's different from the little monk holding the autograph book next to him.
Jiang Fubao even suspected that he had memorized the signature.
That's amazing.
"I also have a very good fortune. I'd like to trouble the monk to help me solve my doubts." Jiang Tongmu also put the fortune stick in his hand in front of the fortune teller.
"Although you are not destined to be an official, you have a smooth relationship. You and your wife are destined to be together. You don't have to be too obsessed with the imperial examinations. Sometimes, being content with the status quo is also a kind of happiness. You have a noble person in your life, and more than one. As long as you can establish yourself, you will be rich and prosperous for the rest of your life."
Jiang Tongmu was stunned.
He couldn't even speak, he just nodded repeatedly.
No wonder there are so many people in this small temple. Just by borrowing a fortune stick, they can understand him so thoroughly.
It's really magical.
Jiang Tongmu, who had originally thought of continuing to study for the imperial examinations and taking them until he was old if he failed, instantly gave up this idea.
Let it be. His younger brother is smarter than him.
He was very lucky to pass the imperial examination and become a scholar.
I think he couldn't even read at that time.
Instead of forcing yourself to stay in school every day, you might as well spend more time with your family.
Because of the imperial examination, the relationship between him and his son had become a little distant. Whenever the little boy saw him, he would run away after just a few words.
My wife also stays alone in the empty room every night.
Jiang Tongmu felt very sorry.
His thinking changed.
Anyway, he has such a powerful brother.
Jiang Tongmu looked at Meng Bujiu who was standing beside him.
"Bujiu, what are you doing standing there? Let the monk solve your doubts." He snatched the lot from Meng Bujiu's hand and saw that it was the winning lot.
"Won the lottery?" Liang Yuan took the lottery ticket from Jiang Tongmu and was a little stunned.
Then he continued, "Your Excellency has a prosperous career, just like the God of Literature. If we talk about your career, it must be a smooth journey without any obstacles, but..."
Liang Yuan paused for a moment before continuing, "Your marriage is a bumpy one. If it goes well, you may be able to get married in your thirties and have children. If it doesn't go well, you will most likely be alone for the rest of your life."
When these words came out, the four of them were shocked.
“Growing old alone?” These four words carry too much weight.
In ancient times, family was the most important thing, and those who lived alone until old age were truly the most pitiful people in everyone's heart.
It's as serious as having no descendants and no one to see you off to the grave.
The couple, who were originally happy, no longer smiled.
Jiang Fubao frowned even more.
“Is it crackable?” she asked.
"Whether it is broken or not depends on the woman." The abbot put his hands together and said only one sentence.
The Buddhist beads in his hand swayed back and forth.
It also exudes a faint scent of sandalwood.
"Let's not talk about this anymore. The fortune sticks may not be accurate. Fubao, what did you draw? Let the monk take a look." Jiang Tongmu broke the silence and deliberately changed the subject.
"My lottery ticket is a little strange. One side is a very good lottery ticket, and the other side is a very bad lottery ticket."
Jiang Fubao handed the signature to Liang Yuan.