Zhao Zhaodi was a little rude. She seemed to have heard that there was only one temple like this in the nearby towns, and people had no other place to worship gods and Buddhas except this. Wasn't it normal that there were so many people?
"Shut up, you stupid girl. No one will think you are dumb if you can't speak." Old Madam Sun hurriedly put her hands together and apologized in the direction of the temple. "The stupid girl is young and doesn't understand. Please don't argue with her!" A dog can't spit out ivory. Gods and Buddhas are also something she can make up at will. She is ignorant of the consequences.
Zhao Dayong also glared at his daughter, saying that she was not keeping her mouth shut. Besides, they hadn't arrived yet, so the immortals probably didn't hear it.
"Even if there are more than other places, this place is still the most prosperous. You know nothing!"
Zhao Zhaodi felt aggrieved. What did she say? Why did everyone scold her?
Li pulled her up the mountain and reminded her on the way, "Don't say anything except kneeling down."
"I understand." She would sincerely pray to the gods and Buddhas to bless her with success and her husband's family to prosper.
An hour later, the whole family came down the mountain happily, each holding a lucky charm in their hands.
After returning home, Zhao Dashu took Xiao Lei to continue studying hard. During the mourning period, no friends came to him to drink and chat.
His daughter told him to take the examination for the title of scholar in three years. To be honest, he felt a heavy burden on his shoulders and under great pressure.
The girl thought too highly of him and really thought he was the God of Literature who had descended to earth.
After completing his mourning period, he plans to continue his retreat.
After the Lantern Festival, everything comes back to life, and Zhao Dawen packs his bags and prepares to go home.
"Da Wen, Da Shu said that he will send a mule cart over soon, so your family won't have to ride in an ox cart." Old Mrs. Sun was a little proud, because her eldest brother's family didn't have to blow the cold wind, and they must be very grateful to her, right?
"Mom, I'm going to school in two days. It's very boring at home. Are you sure you want to come with me? The county town is really not welcoming and lively at all. I'm afraid you won't be used to it."
"If you are not used to it, then come back. What? Or do you not want me to go?" Old Sun said with a sullen face. She had to go to this county town. The old bastard had been talking about how the county town was not good in front of her these days. If it was not good, why did the villagers try their best to go to the city? If it was not good, why did he stay there for so many years?
Old Mrs. Sun and Zhao Dawen have been competing with each other. Now that the old man is not around, she no longer has to be bound by constraints and be timid in doing anything.
She, Old Sun, just wants to go to the county town!
It was the first time that Zhao Dawen didn't want to hitchhike. Wang's face was stinkier than if she had eaten shit, and Zhao Ruxin was no better. She knew what kind of person her grandmother was. She had no sense of boundaries at all.
What she feared most was that her grandmother would find out her little stash of cash. She would have to think about where to hide it when she got home.
No, there are other rooms in the house. If grandma sleeps alone in one room without taking a shower and she smells stinky and dirty, who would want to sleep with her?
Since she got the amulet, she no longer has nightmares and is no longer afraid. Naturally, she doesn't need her grandmother anymore.
"Mom, I don't want to sleep in the same room with grandma." Zhao Ruxin whispered in Wang's ear, "It stinks. I can't stand it."
Wang nodded. How could her pretty daughter hang out with an old woman every day?
"Mom, there is no quilt at home. Bring your own mattress. I'm afraid it will be cold at night and you might catch a cold."
Wang didn't want to go back and buy another bedding because cotton bedding was very expensive.
"Yes, you don't have any extra quilts at home." Old Mrs. Sun trotted back to get the bedding.
Zhao Ru felt relieved, as her grandmother could sleep alone with the mattress.
In the car, only Old Sun was happy and kept honking and spitting. Zhao Dawen's family was like defeated roosters. They missed the old man, and only the old man could let go of his mother (mother-in-law).
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