However, during the Jingtai era of the Ming Dynasty, Wang Hu, the 28th generation descendant of Wang Jian, rebuilt the Sanqing Palace on the original site, adding many scenic spots along the way, constructing additional halls, and distributing land to nearby Taoist lay Buddhists. Sun Yuanzhen, the Minister of War at the time, personally inscribed the plaque "Sanqing Palace" for it, and Sanqing Mountain gradually became known to the world as a result.
Qian Duoduo said with a smile, "I didn't expect the teacher to know this history. We haven't read enough!"
Professor Yuan said with a smile, "I came to Sanqingshan with my father when I was young. These are all stories my father told me back then. I remember them because they left a deep impression on me."
Qian Duoduo's gaze fell upon the towering mountain peaks in the distance. She watched as the white clouds on the horizon wrapped around the waist of the mountains like ribbons. The beauty of the scene made her wish she could buy a camera from Su Ruanruan and capture all the beautiful scenery she encountered!
Upon arriving in Wuyuan, Yu Jing stretched her stiff body from the journey as soon as she got out of the car. Looking at the patches of green in the distance, she felt a different sensation than at Zhuhu Farm.
Xiao Ma said, "This place used to be planted with rapeseed. There was an oil mill not far away. Every household planted rapeseed and sent it to the oil mill to be pressed for oil. That way, they didn't have to buy oil for the whole year!" He looked around and said, "Now other crops have been planted here."
Qian Duoduo nodded with a hint of regret and said, "Next time I have the chance to come to Wuyuan, I want to come in March or April, when the rapeseed flowers are at their most beautiful!"
Professor Yuan turned to look at Qian Duoduo: "You still have the mentality of a child!"
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