After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

Chapter 537 Meeting

Seeing this, Qin Yan didn't explain any further.

The family was prepared for failure in the exam and wondered if they should return to the village or go directly back to Huai'an Prefecture.

But then I thought, if they don't go back, wouldn't that make them feel guilty? Whether their children can pass the exam or not, they will go back!

If he didn't pass, he would show off that Brother Yan was smart. He got first place in the first round and made a mistake in the second round of the test.

The child is young, so there is no need to rush. Unlike those who are in their thirties and are still taking the imperial examination, they can't even pass the examination to become a student.

This time, they planned to let Qin Yan test the waters.

This time, the test was successful. Next time, with more experience, the child will surely perform better.

Qian Fengping had already thought of what to say to the outside world.

Fang Tongze suddenly thought that he didn't know whether Qin Shucai could pass the exam.

To be honest, he didn't care before. It didn't matter. He couldn't compare to Qin Yan anyway.

But now, Fang Tong has developed a secretive and secretive mentality that he cannot show to others.

His brother Yan didn't win, but Qin Shucai did, so Qin Gaofei must be very proud again.

So, it’s not as good as that.

Well, as the saying goes, I am afraid that my nephew will not live well, but I am also afraid that my nephew will live better than my son. This is probably what it means.

However, this hidden thought was overcome by his conscience.

No matter what, we have to go back to the village!

The next day, at dawn, the family went hiking and visited the temple, catching the first incense offering.

The abbot said with a smile, "You donors are blessed with great fortune. Your wishes will surely come true."

The allusion is to Qin Yan's college entrance examination.

The abbot's words were not just for good luck, he knew that Qin Yan had ranked first in the first exam.

In previous college entrance examinations, no matter what, the first place winner was destined to get a ranking.

Unless the candidate is so stupid as to offend the examiner when answering questions in the re-examination, who would be so stupid?

Qin Yan said gently, "Thank you for your good wishes."

Fang Tong was afraid that the child would get angry, so he changed the subject: "I wonder how Master Wei is doing today?"

The abbot thought that the family was low-key and humble, and he liked them more and more.

"Amitabha, thanks to Miss Fang, Jingchu's injuries have recovered. However, he is weak to begin with, so he needs to rest for a few more days."

As he was speaking, the abbot called a young monk and asked him to take a few people to the meditation room to meet someone.

The Zen room is in the third courtyard of the temple, not far away through the corridor, and outsiders usually cannot enter.

Fang Nanzhi and the young monk were quite familiar with each other. "Jingyuan, your abbot seems to be in a good mood today. Did a pilgrim donate a large sum of money?"

Jingyuan was only thirteen years old, with fair complexion and simple personality. He was of similar age to Fang Nanzhi, and they got along very well and spoke without reservation.

"Little Donor Fang, how did you know?"

"There was a gentleman named Wan who went up the mountain to pray. He said his wish came true some time ago and sent someone to notify him to come up and fulfill his wish."

Without waiting for Fang Nanzhi to ask further questions, Jingyuan told the whole story.

Fang Nanzhi wasn't interested in other people's wishes: "Wow, is your temple very effective? Do you often have guests like this?"

Jingchu nodded, then shook his head.

He reached out and touched his bald head, and said sheepishly: "Many people come to the mountain to fulfill their vows, and there are also donors who have prayed for many years but still cannot get what they want. The abbot said that Buddha saves those who are predestined."

"And those who get what they want are not all rich people, but mostly local people."

"The abbot always values people like Master Wan because they donate money or help us repair the temple."

Fang Tong listened with great interest, and felt that this young monk could not hide anything at all. For every one question asked, he could answer ten, and even explained the basics clearly. It was hard to tell how the abbot taught him.

"That's good. You'll be able to eat your fill in the future and won't have to be bullied by your fellow apprentices."

Fang Nanzhi was happy for him.

Although the monks in the temple have no desires or demands, they also oppress each other.

Among them, Jingyuan is young and honest, but most importantly, he doesn't control his words.

Today he accidentally said that the eldest brother was peeping at a girl, and tomorrow he mentioned that the second brother was lazy and did not wipe the body of the big Buddha statue.

This guy had clearly promised to keep it a secret, but he just couldn't help it.

I swear to God, Jingyuan really didn’t mean it, he just talks faster than he thinks.

As time went by, he offended many of his fellow apprentices, who also had tempers and secretly withheld his food.

The day Fang Nanzhi met him, he had gone hungry for three meals and drifted to Jingchu's yard like a ghost.

Perhaps because he had no secrets and was not afraid of exposing anything shameful, Wei Ting did not hate him.

I used to help him often, and Jingyuan came here when he was desperate.

It was Wei Ting who gave the vegetarian food to him, but he and Fang Nanzhi became good friends even faster.

Jingyuan showed a clean and innocent smile, seeming to be very expectant.

Qin Yan listened to the conversation between the two, but seemed to be thinking about something.

He did not believe in Buddhism. Perhaps after his father's death, when he grew up quickly and had to rely on himself to establish his own family, he began to believe in himself more.

Compared to something illusory, it is more important to control your destiny in your own hands.

Besides, Mr. Wan, it is not necessarily the blessing of gods and Buddhas that he got what he wanted. Maybe his hard work paid off, or maybe he was just lucky.

The success of something depends on many factors.

He met Wei Ting only a few times, but he was deeply impressed.

He felt that the latter was also unwilling to accept his fate. For example, although he was very weak, he insisted on taking the imperial examination.

For example, if he is sick and unreliable, his family will have to find a concubine or wife for him to have children, but he can go up the mountain and become a monk.

This is a very interesting person.

Thinking that they had arrived, Qin Yan looked up and saw Wei Ting meditating in the yard.

"Brother, you haven't recovered yet, why are you here? If you get sick, you'll need medicine. The abbot has been complaining about the high cost of medicine for several days now, and I don't know when the Fang family will pay for it."

Jingyuan trotted over to help the person.

The Fang family members behind him, including Fang Nanzhi, were a little stiff.

If they didn't know that the little monk never kept his mouth shut, they would have thought that the other party was deliberately collecting the debt.

Wei Ting's illness has always been treated by Fang Nanzhi, but she didn't bring many medicines to Xin'an Prefecture. Except for the first two or three prescriptions, she gave the prescriptions and asked the people in the temple to get them.

But their family really had no intention of refusing to pay any attention to Wei Ting.

Fang Tong coughed dryly a few times: "Oh, yes, I suddenly remembered that there is still the matter of medicine money. I haven't discussed it with the abbot yet. I'll be out for a while."

After saying that, he left, as if something was chasing him from behind.

Jing Yuan scratched his head in confusion.

Jingchu's face was expressionless. He simply clasped his hands together and bowed: "Amitabha, it's been a long time since we last met. Donor Qin has become even more handsome."

Qin Yan nodded: "Brother Wei has also changed a lot. Master Bai has been talking about you a lot."

Wei Ting smiled faintly and stretched out his hand to lead the person into the house.

Qian Fengping and her son went there. Fang Nanzhi felt that their conversation was boring, so she decided to go and fetch water with Jingyuan.

There is a well in the temple, which is said to be two hundred years old. The temple relies on it for drinking and drinking water.

The two of them ran away happily.