Jiang Lanchun's death news

  He said in his letter that the Chiang family would have a very difficult time afterwards.

  Dong Zhaoming understood his meaning.

  A family can be passed down because of the words and deeds of its elders, and the passing on of the torch.

  Jiang Baogui, as the youngest son, served Madame Mei in Kyoto and had never been to battle, nor had he ever left Kyoto. While his brothers were fighting bloody battles in Fujian, he was enjoying a life of luxury in Kyoto; while his brothers were competing with the officials on the imperial court, he was indulging in sensual pleasures, otherwise, he wouldn't have secretly kept a mistress outside.

  Jiang Lanhui, who had experience, insight, and suffered serious injuries but persisted with unparalleled willpower until his death in Tielingwei, has passed away. Jiang Baohui, who never set foot on the battlefield and never witnessed the cruelty of war, survived. What will happen to the Jiang family under his leadership?

  Will this family be able to stand up again after the disruption of inheritance?

  Dòu Zhāo didn't have as much sadness as Chén Qǔshuǐ.

  In the previous life, in the face of absolute power, all the so-called plans and deployments were crushed into powder, without playing any role. This life, the Jiang family was able to preserve a part of people's lives, from then on withdrew from the killing field, becoming an ordinary rich household, which may not be a bad thing either.

  She was worried about Song Mo alone.

  Nor did he know what he was thinking, and he hesitated to summon Lu Ming back.

  He himself is pretending to be deaf and dumb because of Mr. Chen's sake, but what about him?

  If it's about being unsure of oneself, then the Jiang family's matter has already come to an end, what else is there for him to be concerned about?

  Thinking of these things, Du Zhao felt somewhat annoyed in his heart.

  Next year I will have to wholeheartedly deal with the matter of breaking off the engagement with the Wei family, I don't have the energy or time to drag things out like this with Song Mo.

  Dong Zhao picked up the letter and instructed Su Xin: "You go tell the coachman, we will set off to Tianzhuang half an hour later."

  This year's winter wheat grains were not harvested, but corn had a bumper harvest. The people in the fields discussed and sent several elders to discuss with their grandmother. They didn't pay rent for the corn, kept it as food, and all the winter wheat planted next season belonged to the Duan family.

  Corn is always coarse and difficult to swallow no matter how it's made, but wheat is different. When ground into flour, making mantou or noodles are very delicious.

  This is the heartfelt wish of tenant farmers in Tianzhuang village.

  The grandmother was very moved.

  These days are just the time for sowing winter wheat, and she decided to go to the fields with Dou Zhao to take a look.

  Her grandmother's spirit was vigorous. She wore a dark brown cotton-padded jacket, with a pair of square-mouthed green cloth shoes on her feet, and a few strands of silver hair at the temples were neatly combed into a bun, without wearing any accessories, looking very clean and tidy.

  Seeing Du Zhao, the old man's enthusiasm increased. Ya * Wen * Yan * Qing * first swung his hand: "Let's go to Tianzhuang!" He also said, "Every day can only be in the yard picking flowers and playing with grass, it's suffocating me."

  Dong Zhaoyi smiled apologetically, but in her heart she thought: If only I can save your life, old sir. I am willing to bear the name of unfilial daughter.

  Everyone was chatting and laughing as they headed towards the second gate when they ran into Ji Yong who was returning from outside.

  He didn't know where he had pulled out a large cart of books. He was busy dispatching his personal attendants to unload the cart.

  "Hello Aunt Cui and Fourth Sister." Usually, he is humble and polite, kind and gentle, a pleasure to meet. "Where are you all headed?"

  Ever since he said in front of his grandmother that the masters of some temples were all greedy and hypocritical, his grandmother saw him as a demon. She avoided him as much as possible. But today, under the sunny sky, Ji Yong's smile was handsome and his eyes were sincere, which made her wonder in her heart: Could it be that the Bodhisattva had appeared at the Buddhist lecture meeting last summer and taken him as a disciple? Therefore, she didn't turn around and walk away like usual when Ji Yong pulled her to talk, but instead greeted him and chatted politely for a few sentences: "...... Where did you get so many books from? Let the young servant of He Shou Tang make a note, it's okay to return them later!"

  Books are very valuable things, and all Ji Yong did was borrow their house to read books. He couldn't possibly leave other people's books here, could he?

  Ji Yunlei smiled, his snow-white teeth shining like shells in the sunlight. For some reason, Duan Zhao felt a sense of unease and heard his clear voice: "These books are all Buddhist scriptures."

  Dou Zhaoming clearly felt his grandmother's body stiffen.

  "Last time, I debated with Master Tufang about the concept of 'all five aggregates are empty' in the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra: 'Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and so on for sensation, perception, mental formations, and consciousness.' I asked him, if the twelve bases and eighteen elements, including the five senses (eye, ear, nose, tongue, body) and their corresponding objects (form, sound, smell, taste, touch), are all considered 'form', then why are earth, water, fire, and wind also considered 'form'? He talked for half a day but couldn't give me a clear explanation. I know he'll come to ask me again after some time, so I'm preparing to explain to him what the twelve bases and eighteen elements really mean..."

  "Oh!" The old lady's tone became somewhat dry, "Young Master Ji is really formidable, he understands everything! We're going to the fields to take a look, Young Master Ji please follow us!" She hastily got on the horse carriage parked outside the second gate with Hong Gu.

  Dou Zhao whispered a warning to Ji Yong: "Be careful or you'll end up as a fellow jinshi!"

  Ji Yong raised an eyebrow and whispered back to her: "Do you think I'm your second cousin?"

  "People who talk big usually look down on others with contempt," Du Zhao said bluntly, "You can shout loudly when you're summoned to the Golden Temple, it's not too late." These days, there were even monks coming to visit Du's house and discussing Buddhism with Ji Yong for several days. She didn't like Ji Yong turning her home into a temple, "The West Du is my home, not your private temple."

  Ji Yong suddenly understood why Duan Zhao was so angry, and he couldn't help but stare at him with wide eyes: "Don't you think it's interesting? Pulling those outsiders into the red dust..."

  "Others are a clear mirror, where is the dust?" Duan Zhao coldly smiled and said, "Where did this talk of worldly red dust come from?"

  Ji Yong's expression changed dramatically, and he stared at Dou Zhao for a long time without saying a word.

  Dòu Zhāo still had to accompany her grandmother to the countryside estate. Seeing Ji Yōng didn't say a word, she turned around and got on the carriage.

  Arrived at Tianzhuang, everyone was busy broadcasting, looked up and greeted grandma, then lowered their heads to work.

  The grandmother was originally from a farming family and not only didn't mind but was very happy that everyone was busy broadcasting together.

  An old farmer who was no longer working in the fields due to his advanced age accompanied them on a round of the fields, and then Sunao and his grandmother returned home.

  After washing her hands and face, and changing into a new set of clothes, Hong Gu had already prepared a steaming hot meal.

  Chui's family sent a young man over to pay respects to his grandmother: "It's been many days since we've seen you, and we'd like to invite you back home for a couple of days."

  The grandmother couldn't help but feel moved.

  Dong Zhao looked at it and smiled, urging his grandmother: "We'll go back in a few days."

  Grandma thought of her mother's house, where there was only one pot for both stir-frying and boiling water, with a layer of oil floating on the tea. After some thought, she made an excuse that no one was watching over the fields here, so she left, feeling somewhat uneasy about it.

  Dong Zhaowhere did not think of these, and earnestly advised: "In the past, the fields were handed over to the manager for management. What's not reassuring? You haven't returned to your hometown for 7 or 8 years, have you? This time, it's rare to return, I'll let people prepare some sweets and snacks, so that you can reward those children later."

  "Then you stay in Tianzhuang!" Grandma said, "The people of Tianzhuang have given us all the crops for this season. We must have someone here to take care of things, otherwise everyone will lose motivation!"

  "Let's go!" As long as Grandma is happy, Du Zhao doesn't care. Not only did she have people prepare the things for Grandma to take back to her hometown, but she also had a few pieces of cloth ready to be taken to Tuo Niang: "For her son and daughter to make clothes."

  Tuo's daughter gave birth to another daughter last year, and during the New Year, she specifically brought her to Du Zhao to see, and asked her grandmother to name the child "Chang Qing", meaning long-lasting.

  Hong Gu packed up her things and accompanied her grandmother to Cuijiazhuang, twenty miles away from here, early the next morning.

  Dong Zhao spent the morning strolling around Tianzhuang, and had nothing to do in the afternoon. She was sorting out the flowers and grasses in the courtyard with her personal maid and several rough-handed old women from the house.

  The pear tree she planted with her own hands in this life has turned from green to yellow, and the leaves are about to fall.

  Dong Zhao smiled and said: "Tomorrow, I'll plant a tea plum tree here. When the leaves fall from the trees, the tea plum blossoms will open. This can also be considered as never withering in all four seasons."

  Su Lan giggled.

  Dong Zhao felt like someone was watching him.

  She involuntarily looked over with a feeling. And saw Song Mo riding on horseback outside the wall.

  Her eyes were wide with fear.

  Song Mo smiled at her.

  Dòu Zhāo's head suddenly swelled like a bucket.

  Now that they've met, it's only polite to invite him in for a chat. But if she really invites him in, how can she explain to the people around her how they know each other? And if she doesn't let him in, with Song Mo's temper, he probably won't tolerate such neglect, and when the time comes, if something happens, it will be even more troublesome.

  She couldn't help but glance around quickly.

  There were several old women who straightened up and looked over this way, obviously having already discovered Song Mo.

  Forget it. Let's ask him in first and then talk about it!

  Dong Zhaosi was thinking, just wanting to open her mouth and invite him in, but Song Mo had already spoken up before her: "I have something on the way and passed by your villa. I'd like to ask for a drink of water, may I trouble you?"

  His voice was low and dull, as if he were extremely tired.

  Dong Zuo only then discovered that he was covered in dust, looking as if he had rushed over several hundred miles.

  Grandma went to the Chui family village and took away the people who served her. These women were originally from farm households on the estate, temporarily recruited to help out, with the straightforwardness of estate householders. Looking at him like a painting, where was there any inconvenience? Before Du Zhao could speak, they chimed in: "Convenient, convenient! Estate householders, nothing else, but tea and water can still be drunk freely." They also asked: "Where is your brother from? Where are you going?"

  Dòu Zhāo had no choice but to remain silent.

  Su Xin and Duan Gongyi were indeed familiar with Song Mo, but how they knew him was chilling to think about. Under these circumstances, how could they bring themselves to speak up?

  Song Mo smiled and thanked him, but his eyes were actually looking at Dou Zhao: "Then thank you!" The corners of his eyes slightly tilted upwards, setting off a pair of eyes that shone like rippling water, beautiful to the point of making one's heart skip a beat.

  Her eyes widened in surprise and her heart skipped a beat.

  Song Mo had dismounted his horse, and on the wall only a few restless tendrils of wisteria poked out their heads, gently swaying in the wind.

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  Song Mo didn't come alone, of course. He had four or five attendants with him, one of whom was the woman who came to give gifts to Duan Zhao last time. She heard Song Mo call him Chen He, and the others were unfamiliar.

  How many guards does he have?

  Dong Zhao muttered to himself in his heart.

  Rumor had it that there were no elders at home, and she seemed to see a flash of brilliant light in Song Mo's eyes, like a meteor streaking across the sky.

  "I originally wanted to stay here for a night," he said regretfully, "what can be done about it?" His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, looking very troubled. Letting the few women see his kind heart: "There's no one else, just let your brother stay."

  In their eyes, a refined and handsome young man like Song Mo could never be a bad person!

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  Supplement yesterday's update.

  PS: To all the sisters and brothers, I also know that updating late is not good, but sometimes need to check some materials, can't rush it. So even if supplementing like this isn't willing to miss a day's update, just hoping one day can burst out and pay back all the previous debts~~~~~

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