Jia Hu, a fan of wealth in the Red Chamber

The next day, the two woke up in the morning bell of Guangming Temple.

The weather today is actually not good, it is gloomy outside, the drizzle is still floating, and the wind is blowing, it is really quite cold.

After leaving the door, Jia Hu realized that many believers had arrived early and were gathering in the square outside the Daxiong Hall, listening to the eminent monks of Guangming Temple preaching Buddhism.

Looking around, it is really spectacular.

Jia Hu took a closer look. Some of these people lived in Guangming Temple, and some came here early this morning. They were indeed devout believers.

Looking around again, I found that there are all kinds of bicycles, tricycles, and Fuzhou cars around the square. After all, Jiangnan is a land of fish and rice, and there are not a few people who can afford a car.

The person who presides over the morning class is not Master Xuanming. After all, as Master Xuanming, such daily matters do not require his presence.

Doing as the Romans do, the two of them didn't want to be too different, so they walked together to a corner where no one was paying attention, found two futons, knelt down and mixed with a group of believers, listening to the monks preaching scriptures.

After listening to it for a long time, Jia Hu regretted it. Jia Hu didn't know how well the monks lectured, but from the fascinated expressions of the lay believers, it can be seen that the one who is speaking now, The level should be quite high, worthy of the title of eminent monk.

However, he himself doesn't know anything about these Buddhist scriptures and the like, and he thinks he has no roots of wisdom. Here, he is really like a duck listening to thunder-the fog is so evil that he almost didn't fall asleep.

If it weren't for Wei Shizi who pinched him from time to time, he might make a fool of himself and go to Yangzhou City today. , it means offending these lay Buddhists and believers present, it is scary to think about it.

After leaving the Daxiong Palace, Jia Hu murmured softly when he saw that the people around him didn't notice them, "I won't come to listen to the scriptures again, it's too painful."

Wei Jiang squinted at him, "Let me remind you, both of our mothers believe in this. Every year, the two of them often go to the temple to pray to gods and Buddha, and to pray for our safety. Over the years, because of you To prepare for the imperial examination, Aunt Shi asked Brother Shang Lian to accompany her every time she went back to offer incense or something. Now that the incident between the two of us happens, you don’t have to study hard for the imperial examination anymore. What do you think, Aunt Shi? Will you let me go?"

Jia Hu: ...

I suddenly want to live in Jiangnan for a long time, and I don’t want to go back to the capital, what should I do?

He babbled along with Wei Jiang. After walking for a while, he suddenly felt that the scenery was not right. He looked around and asked curiously, "Where is this going? This road doesn't seem to lead back to the yard, does it?" If He remembered correctly, this direction should be heading outside the mountain gate of Guangming Temple.

"I heard from Steward Lin that during the days when Guangming Temple held the Dharma Conference, there would always be a large market at the foot of the mountain for vendors to do business. There is nothing left and right. Let's go and have a look too. Not to mention, maybe I can find some good things.”

Jia Hu nodded. It's a temple fair. It's not bad to go to see it. Speaking of which, this is also an authentic temple fair, which is rare to see.

It is said that it is a temple fair, but it is not very large-scale. Guangming Temple is located on a beautiful mountain outside Yangzhou City. The mountain is not high, and the location of the temple is halfway up the mountain. It was carried out on an open space opened up at the foot.

Daqi people also have Chinese characteristics. When it comes to food, they never treat themselves badly. The so-called foodies are not limited to any dynasty.

As Jia Hu and Wei Jiang walked along, the tip of their noses was filled with the aroma of various foods. Everywhere they looked, various food stalls interspersed among them, which had very ethnic characteristics!

The two of them strolled together, often staying for a long time at some stalls selling novelty gadgets. This kind of fun of shopping for treasures made Jia Hu very fond of it.Men, going shopping occasionally is also a kind of pastime, isn't it?

Not long after, the servants who followed the two had their hands and necks covered with bags of all sizes.

With a bitter face, Yun Shu struggled to free a palm, and poked Qingfeng, "This is not the way to go. Look, everyone hangs everything they can hang on their bodies. What can we do?"

Qingfeng looked back, and sure enough, he saw a group of people with sad faces, all kinds of bags were hung on their hands, shoulders, and even their necks, and they were looking at each other with loveless faces. with.

Qingfeng was startled, looked down at the paper bag exuding the scent of pastries in his hand, and was also speechless.He forgot that they used to accompany the uncle when they went out, and there was always a shopping cart that the uncle called behind them at any time.

Every time the uncle gets interested and goes out to shop for treasures, they don't have to hold it in their hands, they just need to take it, put it on the shopping cart, and then push it forward.

Later, when people from rich and noble families in central Beijing went shopping, they would be followed by someone pushing a shopping cart, which led a trend.

Now, in Guangming Temple in Yangzhou, how could there be such a fetish as a shopping cart in this quiet place of Buddhism?

Qingfeng looked at the sky speechlessly. Once this master of his family entered the Taobao mode, besides buying, buying, buying, buying, buying, buying, buying...

"Brother Qin Ming, I remember that this place is not far from the canal wharf. I remember that there is a branch of Yuanfeng Commercial Bank on the wharf. You can go there with my token and ask the shopkeeper to borrow some shopping carts. Look at the two masters. In terms of frame, one car may not be enough."

The Qin Ming mentioned by Qingfeng is also one of the guards who often follow Wei Jiang. He is quite familiar with Qingfeng and others. go.

Qingfeng's judgment is not wrong, Guangming Temple is located halfway up the mountain, but the place of the temple fair is at the foot of the mountain. It is closer to the canal wharf than to Guangming Temple. This is why Qingfeng asked Qin Ming to go to the pier instead of directly The reason for sending things back to Guangming Temple.

There is another reason, based on Jia Hu's habit, whatever he likes, he just buys it, but after all, Guangming Temple is a place of pure Buddhism, and there are some taboo things in it. All the things were taken to the monastery in one go, and they had to be sorted into categories. Some things that were not suitable for bringing into the monastery had to be sent back to the Lin residence.

Qin Ming's speed was really fast, and he rode a tricycle with three shopping carts in a short while. This is why Qingfeng didn't let Qin Ming go to Guangming Temple. At least he went to the branch of Yuanfeng Commercial Bank. Bicycles and tricycles What, enough is enough.

Several people who were covered with things saw Qin Ming come back, as if they were seeing their relatives, they stepped forward one after another and put down the shopping bags in their hands, finally heaving a sigh of relief.

Wei Jiang, who was walking in front, heard their movement, and looked at Jia Hu helplessly, "How did they provoke you again?"

Jia Hu curled her lips, "No! They didn't provoke me, am I such a stingy person?"

Wei Jiang was helpless, he really wanted to answer him confidently: Yes, you are!

It's a pity that he didn't dare. If he really dared to say that, he would definitely die on a soft couch tonight!He turned his head and gave the guys behind him a self-seeking look, and then went shopping with his brother Hu.

Huai Qing noticed Wei Jiang's expression, lowered his head and thought about it, and immediately understood the meaning of his family's son's look, and burst into tears.How dare they provoke Uncle Hu, this is really wronged.

After a while, the group came to a relatively remote place, and saw a middle-aged man squatting there with a little girl. He heard the middle-aged man introduce to others that the girl was his daughter .

Jia Hu glanced casually, then was taken aback for a moment, stopped, and looked at the girl.

But seeing that the child was about five years old, he was fair and beautiful, making people look out of place.Although she is dressed in coarse cloth and has an air of temperament, she is not inferior to ordinary ladies from well-to-do families.

The most impressive thing was that there was a bright red mole between the child's eyebrows.What a real beauty.

The middle-aged man standing next to the girl had a weather-beaten face, but his expression was extremely simple and honest. This combination of one big and one small gave people the impression that they were ordinary father and daughter who came out to visit temple fairs.

However, Jia Hu's intuition told him that things might not be that simple. He had a vague feeling that that child should be Zhen Yinglian!Xiangling, who was bought by the Dumb King and caused a life lawsuit!

He remembered that Zhen Yinglian was abducted by kidnappers during the Lantern Festival when she was three years old.

three years old?That should have happened the year before last, so Zhen Shiyin didn't know if he became a monk?What a crime.

Yangzhou is not far from Jinling. At this time, Yinglian should be changed hands for the first time, and it will be a few years before she can meet Dubawang.Now, this kidnapper probably brought someone here first to avoid the limelight, right?Or maybe it's to chat with friends?

"Qingyue, go and have a look at the father and daughter. Why do I see that child and that person are not like father and daughter, but like master and servant?"

When Qingyue heard about it, she took the order and stepped forward.

Wei Jiang asked: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with those two people?"

"Don't you think that child is not that person's child?"

Wei Jiang took a closer look, and quickly discovered the incompatibility between the two, "Well, it seems that the child was raised by a good family, and there seems to be something wrong with that person's eyes."

"That's right, I suspect that the child was abducted by a kidnapper, and it's not in Yangzhou."

"How do you know?" Wei Jiangqi wondered.

"Of course it is a reasonable inference!" Jia Hu said angrily. Could it be that he inferred it from a book called "A Dream of Red Mansions"?Really.

Wei Jiang stopped talking, and raised his hand to touch Jia Hu's face affectionately. He knew that Brother Hu had his own reasons for doing things, so he didn't ask much.

"We can't just wait like this. There are people selling snacks over there. Why don't you go and have a look and wait for Qingyue by the way."