Chapter 341: Going to Taoist Temple

"Ah?" Qian just made an excuse to come to see Mr. Zhuang. She didn't think Mr. Zhuang would change Manbao's name, but what is the small print?

Mr. Zhuang smiled and said: "A person not only has a surname, a family name, but also a name and a character, but ordinary people don't pay much attention to it, only the name. If Man Bao is successful in reading, he can choose a character for her in the future, and he should be That's what my husband expects of her."

Qian's previous words were ignorant, but Qian understood the last sentence. She vaguely felt that this was a good thing.

So I quickly thanked Mr. Zhuang, then pushed the basket to Mr. Zhuang again, and said with a smile, "These are all eggs laid by the chickens at home. Mr. Zhuang steams an egg every day, which is good for your health."

Mr. Zhuang is very used to accepting gifts from students, especially this kind of agricultural products, not to mention that Man Bao is also an introductory disciple he accepted.

The husband is like a father, just as he gives Man Baoshu and pen and ink to her, the old Zhou family thinks it is normal, so it is normal for him to accept these things from the old Zhou family.

Because of this level of master-disciple relationship, in the future, when Man Bao gets married, he will be able to talk. Similarly, Man Bao can also talk about his funeral.

Qian Shi naturally picked out the candies from the basket and smiled at Mr. Zhuang: "I heard from Man Bao that Mr. Zhuang likes to eat candy, these are some of the candies in the family, they are not as good as the ones from Mr. Sweet mouth."

Mr. Zhuang saw that this was the candy that Man Bao often honored him, and said with a smile: "The old lady is too modest. This candy is sweeter than ordinary candy, and I have eaten it here at Man Bao."

Qian's hand paused, then smiled: "If Mr. Zhuang likes it, I'll ask Man Bao to send some more."

"When you're old, you can't eat too much sweet food." Mr. Zhuang said with a smile, "Let her eat it slowly."

Qian shi accompanied him and talked for a while before leaving.

She walked slowly home. At this time, most of the sun was hiding behind the mountain, but the sky was still bright, and the horizon was full of rays of light.

The cool wind was blowing at the end of autumn, but Qian didn't feel cold. Instead, her hands and feet were still warm. She swayed home at a slow pace as before, but she knew it was different.

Because she didn't stop for a while along the way, and she didn't feel out of breath.

This was impossible before today.

Old Zhoutou was not very worried about her. He was wandering near the door of the house. When he saw her coming from a distance, he stopped shaking. When she came up, he asked, "What did Mr. Zhuang say?"

"Mr. Zhuang said that when Manbao is a little older, he will give her a call."

"What word?"

Qian Shi knew what he was asking, and said, "It's just the words of the name."

"That won't work. Man Bao's name is Man. This is... our family gave her to her, and why didn't I know that seven years old was a barrier? Before the boss, they didn't see what you were doing?"

Before at the dinner table, he was shocked by the old wife's good appetite tonight and didn't think much about it, but just now, the more he thought about it, the more wrong he felt.

Qian shi held the door frame and sat down on the threshold with the same expression, and said, "You forgot, I took Man Bao to the Taoist temple before to ask, this is what the Taoist said, there was a hurdle when Man Bao was seven years old. By the way, I was thinking that Man Bao is almost seven years old. In order to let her pass through safely, I will take her to the Taoist temple tomorrow to worship."

"She won't go to school tomorrow?"

"I just took leave with Mr. Zhuang," Qian said after a pause, "I had a dream in the second half. I went to the Taoist Temple to ask, and bring Man Bao."

The old Zhoutou was refreshed and immediately asked, "What dream?"

Qian shi glanced at him and said, "A good dream."

The dream was so good that Qian didn't take the medicine that Zhou Dalang brought back from the old doctor, but kept it for the next time he got sick.

Meeting Old Zhoutou's questioning gaze, Qian said with a normal expression: "Don't worry, I still want to watch Man Bao grow up and get married. It's not that I don't drink medicine on purpose, but I feel much better."

Old Zhoutou thought of her unusual appetite today, and hurriedly asked in a low voice, "Is it related to your dream?"

Qian Shi nodded slightly.

The next day, Qian took a medium-sized basket with half of the rice in it. Seeing that it weighed three or four pounds, he chose 18 even eggs to spread.

There were only 8 or 9 eggs left in the family.

But Qian Shi didn't blink, and put the basket on the scooter, which pulled Man Bao to sit on the scooter.

Wednesday Lang is responsible for pushing the scooter away.

Zhou Dalang watched as the third child pushed the old lady and the younger sister away, frowned in doubt, and quietly asked the little Qian Shi, "Strange, my mother used to ask me to push me to the Taoist temple, why did I specifically call the third child's name this time? ?"

Xiao Qian said indifferently, "Didn't mother ask you to clean up the ditch in Dawantian? It's convenient to plant rice next year and water it, as well as to drain the water."

Can the third child do well?

Zhou Dalang always felt that something was wrong. He felt that the old lady was deliberately letting him go. Of course, he could only tell Xiao Qian's words quietly.

Xiao Qian gave him a sideways look and said, "It's stupid enough, didn't you see the third daughter-in-law with a big belly? At this time, it is normal to ask the third son to go to the Taoist Temple, okay?"

Zhou Dalang suddenly realized.

Qian Shi, who was far away, was full of worries and didn't think of this, she just touched Man Bao's little head and whispered, "When you go to the Taoist temple, you must be well-behaved and kowtow a few more times to Lord Tianzun, and let him bless you. Have a peaceful and prosperous life.”

Man Bao nodded excitedly.

She visits Taoist temples almost every year. In her opinion, Taoist temples are more fun than county towns.

The Taoist temple is on the mountain behind Dali Village. No one knows when the Taoist temple on the mountain was established. Anyway, in the hearts of the villagers, it has always been there.

It is tattered, and occasionally the nobles from the county town give a lot of charity, and the Taoist temple can replace an old place with a new one. In this way, the new becomes the old, and the old is replaced with a new one, and it is passed down from generation to generation. .

There are currently only six Taoist priests in the Taoist temple. They only have a few thin fields at the foot of the mountain, which they cultivate by themselves. Occasionally, the believers in Dali Village will help when the farming is busy.

They grow their own vegetables behind the Taoist temple and are basically self-sufficient.

Because in addition to the annual temple fair, the people who come here to worship the gods and make wishes are all nearby villagers.

The villagers were reluctant to give money for sesame oil, everyone would give a handful of vegetables, a handful of rice, two eggs, and half a chicken...

Some people were really poor, they took a handful of incense up and burned them and then went down the mountain. The poorer ones went up the mountain with bare hands, lying on the futon and crying with Master Tianzun.

The latter can often get a handful of vegetables, a handful of rice, two eggs or a chicken from the Taoist priests...

So the Taoist priests on the mountain were not rich.

Qian is a regular visitor in the Taoist temple. The Taoist priest on duty in front recognized her as soon as they saw her, and subconsciously showed a smile, and when they saw the basket full of eggs she was carrying, the smile became even bigger.

As soon as Man Bao looked up, he could only see his bright pleated smile, and she was instantly happy, and then grinned at him, revealing a bright smile.