The fake daughter married into the mountains and had meat to eat every day during the famine

The woman outside said viciously, "You can't even hear our voices, are you deaf?"

Zhao Qiao'e put away the smile on her face and said, "I really didn't hear it, but luckily I didn't splash the hot pot water, otherwise I would have scalded my sisters-in-law and I would have been guilty."

Hearing the sound of the hot water, the people outside were quiet for a moment, then said bad luck and dispersed one by one.

Only after the outside was completely quiet did Song Jinsheng give Zhao Qiao'e a thumbs up.

"Mom is getting more and more powerful."

Zhao Qiao'e waved her hands impatiently, "Alright, alright, stop flattering me and go to sleep."

Although she had been tough just now, Zhao Qiao'e felt her legs and feet were a little weak when she came to her senses. She fell down on the bed as soon as she returned to the room.

"What's wrong? Did you scare yourself after showing off so much?" Song Jinbao asked with a smile.

Zhao Qiao'e glanced at him.

"If anyone is going to be scared, it should be someone else. Why should I be scared?"

Song Jinbao saw through it but didn't say anything. "Okay, it's getting late, go to bed."

Zhao Qiao'e lay in bed, tossing and turning for a while, then turned her head to look at the man beside her. "I, a soft-hearted person, couldn't bear to listen to what those people said just now. The rumors about Tang'er in the village have always been bad. How has she survived all these years?"

Song Jinbao shook his head, "I don't know."

After a while, Zhao Qiao'e seemed to have made up her mind, "I can't let anyone slander me like this anymore."

Song Jinbao turned his head and glanced at her with a smile in his eyes.

"What? Have you figured it out? Are you not going to put up with those people anymore?"

Zhao Qiao'e hummed, "I think what Tang'er said before is right. This is our first time as a human being, so why should we give in to others?"

Song Jinbao chuckled.

"I really didn't expect that you, who had been soft for so many years, would actually change because of your daughter's words."

Zhao Qiao'e rolled her eyes at him, "Isn't what Tang'er said unreasonable?"

Song Jinbao nodded quickly, "That makes sense, quite reasonable. It's good that you keep doing it like tonight. The children will have some peace of mind in the future."

……

The next day, Song Yuntang got up early. The hairband he washed yesterday had dried completely. After combing his hair as before, he went to the main room to have breakfast.

After the meal, Zhao Qiao'e put down her bowl and chopsticks.

"Tang'er, if you have nothing to do after dinner, come with me to Qing'an Mountain."

"What are you going to Qing'an Mountain for?" Song Yuntang was puzzled.

Zhao Qiao'e glanced in Song Jinbao's direction and said, "I told your father before that once we get over the Huang family issue, I'll take you to the Fayun Temple on Qing'an Mountain to pay your respects. It's been a while, but it's time to go."

As a person who has received modern education, Song Yuntang actually doesn't believe in these mysterious things.

But after experiencing the time travel, she suddenly felt that it would be a good idea to go and pay her respects.

"Row."

He went back to the house, took the silver needle and put it into his sleeve. When he left the house, Zhao Qiao'e came out of the kitchen carrying a basket.

The basket contained water and brown rice cakes.

The water was for them to drink on the way, and except for two pieces of brown rice cakes to eat on the way, the other eight pieces were to be offered to the Bodhisattva in Fayun Temple. In addition, they had to add some incense money when burning incense.

Qing'an Mountain and Cile Town are in the same direction. There is a fork in the road halfway. One side leads to Cile Town, and the other side leads to Qing'an Mountain.

It only took a quarter of an hour to walk from Rongshu Village to the fork in the road. Zhao Qiao'e felt that taking a ox cart was not cost-effective, so she pulled Song Yuntang together and walked towards Qing'an Mountain.

I left home quite early today. When I reached the fork in the road, it was not yet noon and the sun was not too strong.

Song Yuntang originally thought that the fork in the road was not far away, and the distance to Cile Town was about the same. However, it took him half an hour to reach the foot of Qing'an Mountain. Fayun Temple was halfway up Qing'an Mountain, and it took another half hour to climb up.

After going back and forth for more than an hour, Song Yuntang was so tired that his legs were shaking.

"Mom, why didn't you tell me that Qing'an Mountain is so far away?" Song Yuntang asked while rubbing his calf.

Zhao Qiao'e was also breathing heavily.

"You didn't ask me, so I thought you'd been here before." He turned to look at her again, "Are you okay?"

Song Yuntang shook his head. "It's okay. I've just never walked such a long distance before. I'm quite tired."

Zhao Qiao'e also sat down beside her, took out the kettle from the basket, unplugged it, and handed it to her. "Drink some water first. When you've rested well, we'll go to the temple to worship."

Song Yuntang nodded, took the kettle from her hand and took a big sip.

"Has mother been here before?"

Zhao Qiao'e nodded and said, "I've been here twice. Once was half a year after Zhuzi and Zhuangzi were born, and once was three years ago when you were sent back by the Lin family."

Song Yuntang just smiled and said nothing more.

Although Fayun Temple is not big, it is the most popular temple in the surrounding area. Today, there are many people who come to Fayun Temple to worship the Bodhisattva, including young girls seeking marriage, men seeking a good future, old people who are helped up the mountain to pray for longevity, and children who are carried by their parents to pray for health.

Each of them looked pious and solemn.

Song Yuntang and Zhao Qiao'e sat on the stairs for about a quarter of an hour before getting up and entering Fayun Temple.

A few cakes were placed on the altar, and the little monk beside them lit two incense sticks for the two of them.

After worshiping the Buddha, because Zhao Qiao'e still wanted to draw a fortune, Song Yuntang suggested going out and waiting first.

Zhao Qiao'e did not object. She only told her not to run around. Then she held the stick box in her hand with a pious look on her face, closed her eyes, and muttered something. A moment later, a stick flew out of the stick box.

She didn't know how to interpret the fortune, so she gave it to the monk next to her.

"Master, could you please interpret this lot?"

"Amitabha." The monk clasped his hands together and said this. He took the lot from Zhao Qiao'e, looked at it, and handed it back to her. "I'm afraid that what you are asking for will take some time."

"Can it be done soon?" Zhao Qiao'e asked.

The monk just shook his head and said, "It's unspeakable."

"Thank you, Master."

Zhao Qiao'e bowed to him reverently, and before leaving, she added ten cents for incense money.

……

As soon as Song Yuntang finished worshipping the Buddha and came out of the temple, he was grabbed by the arm by a big hand and walked around the temple towards the meditation room.

Looking at the familiar figure in front of her, she felt a little impatient. She struggled to break free from the big hand, frowned, and said coldly, "Lin Jingyao, are you done yet?"

Lin Jingyao didn't answer her question, but reached out to hold her hand again. "Mom is resting in the Zen room in the backyard. Come with me to see her."

Song Yuntang quickly took two steps back, "If you ask me to go, I have to go?"

Lin Jingyao frowned, "Then why did you come to Fayun Temple today? Don't tell me that meeting us was just a coincidence."

"You guessed right, it's really a coincidence." Song Yuntang said seriously, "I didn't know you were here before I came. If I knew you were here, I would definitely change my time so as not to bump into you."