"Who is the other person?" Yang Ruoqing asked curiously: "How old is he? What does he do?"
Wang Cuilian said: "I heard from Zhou Wang that judging from his clothes and conversation, he is not bad. He is a native of the county and has opened a shop in the county to do business."
"I still look good, but a little fat. As for my age, I heard that I just celebrated my thirty-sixth birthday not long ago..."
Yang Ruoqing is embarrassed...
"At such an old age, is she a wife? Or a concubine?" she asked again.
Wang Cuilian said: "I'm not a concubine. She's the head of the family, so she should be his wife. However, I heard that the man's previous wife left behind several children, and the children all called Zhou Xia mother. When she returned to her parents' home last time, They also brought several of the man’s children over. The youngest boy was about the same age as Zhou Wang’s children. He looked about five or six years old and was very skinny. He played with Zhou Wang’s children. After a while, the children started fighting..."
Yang Ruoqing twitched the corners of her lips: "Then it's time to renew the relationship and fill in someone else's house. The man's family should be good, at least very rich, otherwise, according to Zhou Xia's temper, she wouldn't marry."
Wang Cuilian thought about it for a while and said: "The conditions for opening a shop in the county town should be good, and I also heard that there is a house with two doors in the county town. There are no in-laws in it. If you marry, you will be the head of the house..."
Yang Ruoqing nodded: "This is Zhou Xia's fate. I hope the man she marries can subdue her and live peacefully in the future."
"I also hope that she can be a good stepmother and not ask for much care for the children left by her ex-wife, at least not to be harsh."
Otherwise, for those children, the arrival of this weak-looking stepmother would be the beginning of disaster.
Regarding the topic of Zhou Xia, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law did not talk much.
On the one hand, Wang Cuilian knew that Yang Ruoqing was not happy with Zhou Xia. Secondly, Wang Cuilian's understanding of Zhou Xia was indeed limited.
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The next day, not only did the rain stop, but the sun also showed its head, shining on the earth.
Yang Ruoqing got up early in the morning to wash clothes and shoes, and laid out two long bamboo poles in the backyard, all full to dry.
Why do you need to get up so early to shower?
Because Liu Dixian is going to come over this morning to select a site for the Taoist temple and look at the foundation, so he will go to the foot of the mountain in the morning and cook a meal to greet Liu Dixian at noon. Liu Dixian will be there soon after seeing him off. After noon? No time to wash!
Because it has been raining in the past few days, my family has accumulated several days' worth of clothes. Baby Luo goes to study and walks in the mountains. He almost has to wear one set of clothes and two pairs of shoes a day, so the logistics service has to keep up!
After the matters at home were settled, Wang Cuilian came to the backyard.
"Qing'er, Liu Dixian has arrived, and your uncle is accompanying him," she said.
Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Okay, I'll be there right away."
In the front hall, Blacksmith Luo was drinking tea with Liu Dixian, doing household chores, and taking a few puffs of dry cigarettes from time to time.
Seeing Yang Ruoqing coming over, Blacksmith Luo put down his tobacco pole and stood up, "Qing'er, Mr. Liu has arrived."
Yang Ruoqing nodded, came to the table and greeted Liu Dixian with a smile.
Blacksmith Luo said: "Qing'er, then you talk to Mr. Liu first, and I'll go next door to call your dad."
Yang Ruoqing nodded again. For both public and private matters, Yang Huazhong must be called upon to select a site for the Taoist temple.
He is her biological father and the leader of Changping Village.
"Uncle, and several other village elders also said hello. It would be best if they could take the time to come over." Yang Ruoqing added.
Blacksmith Luo said: "Don't worry, you won't miss any of them."
Then, he spoke to Liu Dixian and hurried out of the yard to invite people.
After a while, Yang Huazhong and several village elders came to Luo's house one after another. They all gathered together to drink a bowl of tea, and then set off together to the "a tree" at the foot of the mountain.
Along the way, Liu Dixian told everyone: "This Mianniu Mountain has complex terrain and beautiful bells. It is like a crouching tiger, hidden dragon."
"There are many geomantic treasures, and there are even more auras of roaring tigers and roaring dragons!"
When several village elders heard Liu Dixian's words, they all looked proud.
"That's necessary. We have good Feng Shui here in Mianniu Mountain. We raise people, number one scholar, third flower, and general. They all come from our village. People from eight villages in ten miles and eighty miles say that the spiritual energy in this mountain is all occupied by our village. ." One of the village elders said.
Others also echoed: "Our place is great, but nowhere else is as good as ours..."
Yang Ruoqing followed, silently listening to the discussions of the elders, secretly thinking that if they knew that there were gold and silver treasures buried by a prince from the Liao Dynasty in this mountain.
There is an underground palace hidden under the hillside on the other side of Sishan Col. The owner of the underground palace is the queen of the Southern Dynasties.
As for which dynasty this Southern Dynasty was, Yang Ruoqing was not sure. According to Qi Xingyun who was accompanying him at the time, the Southern Dynasty should be a previous dynasty before Da Qi.
Before Da Qi, the north, south, east and west of this land did not all belong to the same territory. There were many small countries.
This situation is somewhat similar to the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. Later, the great ancestor of Da Qi, Qi Xingyun's grandfather, destroyed these small countries and unified the territory in one fell swoop. The country was named 'Qi'!
Thinking of this, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but think of the Queen of the Southern Dynasties who lived in the underground palace of the Queen of the Southern Dynasties for hundreds of years, her body was not rotten, and her appearance was exactly like hers...
Thinking of this, the Moye sword hanging on her waist couldn't help but tremble slightly, as if it could understand her thoughts, and trembled slightly as if giving her a response.
Yang Ruoqing couldn't figure out the mystery of this. She only knew that there were many mysterious things in this world, and most ordinary people would never encounter them in their lifetime.
Once you encounter it, your outlook on life and the world will change, just like Yang Ruoqing.
"We're here." Yang Huazhong's voice suddenly came to his ears.
"Mr. Liu, this is 'a tree'." Yang Huazhong pointed to the area at the foot of the mountain in front and introduced to Liu Dixian.
"I heard from the ancestors in our village that a long time ago, there was a war here, and this was a mass grave." Yang Huazhong continued.
"There was a plague after the floods a few years ago. Many people died in Shiliba Village, and some of them were brought here to be burned or buried. This land is a bit not clean. That night in my Xiangjiazhuang My father-in-law was abducted by a stray ghost to that graveyard, and he slept there all night, and then fell ill when he returned home."
Regarding this basic information, Yang Huazhong actually gave it a rough outline when he went to invite Liu Dixian.
Blacksmith Luo also mentioned something when he drank tea with Liu Dixian earlier.
But when he arrived at his destination, Yang Huazhong still wanted to explain the matter more clearly and in detail. When he invited someone to come over to handle the matter, he definitely couldn't hide it and wanted Liu Dixian to understand the situation.
Then when selecting a site, all factors should be taken into consideration to avoid missing something in the future. It would be bad if there are mistakes but cannot be repaired!
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