Liao Zhai Zi is silent

Chapter 46
Although Zhou Sheng was still obsessed with the vixen this week, fortunately he suddenly became enlightened and knew that he was making progress, which was a good thing for Rich Zhou.

It means that this visit is not in vain.

After Wiping off the dust accumulated on the statue, Rich Zhou was already panting from exhaustion.

Lin Zhuming helped him down.

"I do all the ancestral sacrifices in our family. Every year when the ancestors are worshiped during the Chinese New Year, I clean the incense candle holders, offering plates, and even the ancestral tablets myself. It's not tiring."

"It's just this matter, I don't know when it will be passed on to my son."

The rich man Zhou has completely believed in the "Tao" and belongs to the type of devout believer. After all, the things he has experienced these days are too magical.

"Is there anything missing from the solution?" asked the rich man Zhou.

"There are still two Qinghua Yinling banners left. It is best to use cloth. If you don't need cloth, paper paste is enough. In addition, I don't know if Zhou Yuanwai knows where there is lightning strike jujube?"

Qinghua Yinling Banner is used by Lin Zhuming to attract lonely souls and wild ghosts from all directions.

Paper people, paper horses, and golden boys and jade girls are used to lead the immortal officials of Qinghua Realm to clear the way.

Although there are not enough manpower, it is impossible to boil water ponds and fire marshes to benefit all living beings.

However, it is still possible to eliminate disasters and eradicate sufferings, relieve grievances and eliminate evils, and provide food for disaster relief.

Rich Zhou waved his hand: "It's just two flags, it's simple, but it's rare to find jujube trees struck by lightning, I'm afraid it's hard to find, but I'll help Master Lin to find out."

Zhao Zhongxin was a little unbelievable, and said in a low voice: "My master has followed his family's practice for many times, and he is always the kind of picky, so it seems like a different person."

"It means that your brother and I have meritorious service in saving people!" Lin Zhuoming said with a smile.

Zhao Zhong said confidently: You are the one who is more foolish.

The rich man Zhou turned around the back yard again, and found that Lin Zhuming was only sitting on a futon, and sighed: "Master Lin is really a noble man, he is simple, and he wants to help all living beings."

Waiting for noon, those old people brought their grandsons or granddaughters to the Longevity Palace. At this time, they had already picked a lot of wormwood and wild vegetables.

Lin Zhuming followed Er Otter to take out the rice, dug out the stone mill from the backyard, and began to grind "rice noodles" to make Qingming moi.

Even the rich man Zhou also helped to clean the mugwort leaves, lit a fire and boiled water.

The children are playing hopscotch on the side. If you have a steamer at home, bring the steamer.

Lin Zhuming pushed the mill himself, just like doing Tai Chi.

While chatting with the old man carefully about the daily routine.

Seeing Lin Zhuming's appearance, Zhou Sheng suddenly became less hostile towards Lin Zhuming, and felt that this person was not so much like Fa Hai.

A child fluttering butterflies in the grass was led by the butterflies to the peach blossom tree. He was instantly attracted by the peach blossoms. After looking at them carefully for a long time, he picked off the most beautiful branch and walked behind the old man, using the peach blossoms as hairpins and inserting them obliquely. Half white sideburns.

Then he walked forward and said with a smile: "Grandma, look at your head."

The old man touched the peach blossoms, but also smiled: "I am old, and wearing flowers is not good. When I was young, I often wore flowers."

But he picked off the peach blossoms, walked slowly in the palace, and put the peach blossoms in the clean vase in front of the Taoist statue.

Lin Zhuming smiled slightly: "Who says you can't wear flowers when you're old?"

Zhao Zhongxin laughed and said, "Brother, do you want hairpins too?"

The children laughed, but were soon attracted by the kittens, puppies, butterflies and tadpoles.

It added a lot of anger.

"When my master was around, there weren't so many children coming to play." Zhao Zhong said.

"What a wonderful child." Lin Zhuoming said: "Since there is such a piece of land at the gate of the temple, let them play."

The Qingming moituan was steamed in the pot soon, and it was green and green.

The flames in the firewood stove are booming, and the smoke is also diffused, as well as the sweet smell of the green ball.

"How long can I eat?"

"It takes a quarter of an hour to steam after the water boils!"

The child didn't know how long fifteen minutes was, but it was obvious that there was still time to play. The naughty child began to light the firecrackers he didn't know where he had collected with incense. After a while, the sound of firecrackers exploding sounded from the edge of the field.

"Ah wow..."

Kid fried cow dung, but the leads were too short so the result wasn't very pretty.

An old woman was cursing, she seemed to be the parent of the baby, and she picked up a bamboo stick and was about to smoke it.

The doll ran while crying.

It caused everyone to laugh, and the air was full of joy.

After a while, a swallow landed in front of the Longevity Palace and looked at these people with its head tilted.

"The swallow is back!" The old man looked up and said, "This is the first one, it's here to report the news, and it's time to start raising grain."

Swallows are a good omen, Lin Zhuoming nodded.

"Okay! Alright! The Youth League is ready!"

Open the steamer, only to see the mist, hot and fresh.

Oily green, soft and glutinous.

The children came again from the chrysalis, watching eagerly.

Lin Zhuming took the chopsticks and put the green balls on the plate one by one, and gave the children a taste first: "Be careful of being hot".

The old man next to him put the freshly prepared green balls in and steamed them.

Rich Zhou and the others also got one.

"Hao Chi!"

The Qing Tuan was too hot, so I switched from my left hand to my right hand, took a bite, and burned my mouth, but the children still praised it.

Mr. Zhou took a sip, but it didn't have any sweet taste, with a hint of mugwort, but the taste was soft and glutinous.

In fact, he hasn't eaten such a simple pastry for a long time. After all, there are too many pastry shops in Nanjing, and the Youth League is too simple and unpretentious.

Lin Zhuming picked up six of them, put them on a plate, and brought them to the Taoist statue.

Lord Daojun seemed to have a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was very satisfied with this tribute.

The children wanted to eat more, but they were beaten by the old people: "I wish I could finish it in one bite!"

Lin Zhuming didn't care about it: "Make more and take it home to taste. Two plates are enough for this Qingming tribute."

The old people looked at the child eagerly, but they didn't want to refuse, so they had to show a shy and embarrassed smile.

If their family wasn't so poor, they wouldn't be so embarrassed about this exchange of favors.

"You don't have to be polite if you like it. Thank you for your help these days. Didn't you pick these mugwort leaves? There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Lin Zhuoming continued to grind the rice into powder with a smile.

In this way, it has been done until the sky is getting dark, and then the work is over.

The rich man Zhou also went back in the ox cart, but said to Zhou Sheng on the road: "Master Lin is really a master of Taoism, Taoist Zhao didn't give me such a feeling before, he is sincere and sincere, and he is kind-hearted. Look at those children, those old people, who have not known him for a long time, but they are going to introduce female dolls to him."

Zhou Sheng nodded: "It's really not the same as the magic stick in my impression."

"What magic stick?" Rich Zhou was a little annoyed: "The monks in Qingliang Temple are called magic sticks. They specialize in making money."

(End of this chapter)