To support exiled officials, start by worshipping the God of Wealth

The monk took the bracelet, placed it solemnly on the ground, lit the incense, watched the smoke float into the air, clasped his hands together, and recited scriptures.

This is a serious and solemn scene.

Jiusu couldn't help but straighten her back and listen quietly to the scriptures she didn't understand. She closed her eyes, her heart was calm, and ripples appeared again, as if the wind was blowing from the sea.

a long time.

The monk returned the bracelet and said, "Wearing this bracelet can ensure safety and prosperity, and can eliminate diseases and disasters. I guess you have a question in your mind. You want to know how you got to this place and whether you can return to your original place."

A glimmer of light appeared in Jiusu's clear eyes.

She clasped her hands together devoutly and said, "Master, please enlighten me."

Xuan Hui clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, the donor has a connection with this place. There is a red thread of love, and also a thread of family affection from another world?"

Jiusu thought of it instantly.

"Master, are you talking about Marquis Ju'an and his wife?"

Xuan Hui nodded, looking at the person in front of her with a kind smile, and said slowly: "Donor is smart and understands it immediately. In a sense, you are their biological daughter. I believe that since you knew that they might be your biological parents, you have been thinking about this. This may be what you call family affection."

With the master's affirmation, Jiusu's tension and confusion finally disappeared.

But one thing made me even more confused.

She hesitated and asked, "In what sense?"

Xuan Hui chuckled: "The secret cannot be revealed."

Jiusu sighed secretly. When she saw the master getting up, she also got up quickly and helped to pick up the things on the ground. She handed the bamboo basket over and asked, "Master, where are you going? There is a small restaurant in front. I will treat you to a vegetarian meal."

"It's all about fate. Wherever we go, that's it." Xuan Hui said in a very relaxed tone. He looked towards the south, then turned around and said, "Donor, please stay. I've already eaten."

He walked a few steps and turned back.

"Do you want to give some money for incense?"

Jiusu curled her lips, a master is a master, his words are profound, and he is open-minded and cheerful. She nodded and said, "Master, you have solved the problem, but I don't know how to repay you. I am really stupid."

Xuan Hui said profoundly: "It is better to donate incense to the temple than to benefit the world. Donor, the cold winter is coming, so you must be prepared to keep warm."

He chanted "Amitabha" again.

The figure slowly disappeared.

The snowflakes fell, and soon the ground was covered with a layer of white.

After a moment, Jiusu came back to his senses and patted the snowflakes on his body. His pupils trembled slightly, and he realized that it was snowing. "It's so cold? Then in another half a month, won't the temperature be below zero?"

This place is close to Chenjia Village.

She rode her bicycle to see the factory being built.

Qian Junjie and the people who were working were eating. The two children from the Jiu family were also there, playing and fighting. Jiu Dali was still very naughty, but he was punished by his adoptive mother.

I can only get angry silently and curse people behind their backs.

Jiusu sighed: "Naughty kid."

When Qian Junjie heard the voice, he looked up, his eyes lit up, and he ran over with chopsticks in his hand: "Master! I'm here, are you looking for me?"

Jiusu walked over and sat on the bench that Qian Junjie gave her.

As she looked at the honest and simple workers, her attitude softened a lot. She picked up the clean chopsticks and ate from the big pot with them. This action brought them closer together.

She whispered, "Don't call me Master when you're out."

"Why? Master?" Qian Junjie didn't understand.

Jiusu curled his lips and said, "People always say what the disciple is like and what the master is like. I don't want to be scolded."

Qian Junjie was not angry, but shouted even more meanly.

"I'll shout, I want everyone in the world to know that Jiusu is my master."

Jiu Su: "..."

She originally wanted to make a joke, but she didn't expect to become the joke. A smile appeared in her eyes. However, Qian Junjie has changed a lot. His skin used to be fair and tender, but it has become dark in just a few months.

He changed from a ruffian to an upright man.

Of course, a change in skin color is not a sign of growing up.

Aunt Wang washed a tea bowl and filled it with water. "The tea bowl is clean."

Chen Shengrong invited her to the factory, holding the blueprints and said, "Sir, please see if there is anything you are not satisfied with. We can rework it while the weather is still warm."

Jiusu looked around and nodded.

"I believe Grandpa Rong, it will be put into use tomorrow, right?"

"Your Excellency, yes." Chen Shengrong said respectfully with his fist clasped.

Jiusu had no choice but to follow him to the door before saying, "Official authority is for outsiders to see. We are all from the same hometown, so there is no need to call us adults."

Aunt Wang waved her hand, "No, that won't work. Times are different now. We can't be the same as before."

Seeing that they were so determined, Jiusu compromised.

"Then let's not call him Lord Jiu, just call him Master Dong."

Everyone agreed and thought it was a good name.

During the meeting, a long table was brought in. Qian Junjie was busy pouring tea and listening to them carefully.

Jiusu asked, "Is it common to have snow in October?"

Village Chief Chen looked at the snowflakes floating on the ground outside and said with a worried look on his face: "Alas, the weather has suddenly turned cold in the past two years, as if something is covering Suming County. Wutie County is okay and can bear it, but it's too cold here. We have to store food for the winter. It's best not to go far away. If you go out, you will never come back."

"Can I see your winter clothes?" she asked.

Soon, Aunt Wang came with a thick cotton-padded jacket. She said, "I feel cold wearing this. It's bulky and heavy. It's very inconvenient. That's not right, boss. Have you forgotten what happened before?"

Jiusu covered up and said, "I don't remember the past very clearly."

Aunt Wang nodded to herself and responded.

"That's right. I don't want to remember the days before. It's better to forget them. It's better to forget them."

She looked at Jiusu with sympathy. It must be that General Chen had hurt the Dong family too deeply, and the Dong family did not want to recall the hard days they had in the Chen family.

Jiusu turned the teacup and thought of what Master Xuanhui said.

'It is better to benefit the world than to donate incense to the temple'

Winter is coming, prepare early.

Alarm bells rang in her heart. The master's words and expression kept echoing in her mind, as if reminding her that this winter would be extremely cold.

Maybe many people will die.

"It seems to be snowing in Wutie County too."

The black cloud floated over, like a huge rock pressing down on it.

Chen Shengrong clenched his fists with a sad expression.

"It looks like this winter will be cold again. I don't know if my old bones can survive it."

The death of Mrs. Lu cast a shadow over the people of Chenjia Village.

Village Chief Chen's eyes were red. Winter had killed many elderly people in the village. He placed his hands on Uncle Chen's red and rough hands, and choked up, "It will definitely work! This year our village has money, and we can buy enough food."

Chen Shengrong shook his head. "Food alone is not enough. The house is drafty and too cold. If you open the door, you will be frozen into ice."

The cold is terrible, but the most terrible thing is the fear of facing the endless cold.

That feeling can torture a person to death.