After getting the treasure, but without the key to unlock it, Song Yushan lost his taste for food.
The bath water was boiled, and when she soaked in the tub, she was still thinking about how to earn this merit.
Her father was a well-known man who was praised by everyone, so she naturally began to analyze her father's daily words and deeds.
Thinking of her father, she suddenly remembered what her father had said.
"If you have the intention to do good, no matter how good it is, you will not be rewarded." My father believes that if you have the intention to do good, no matter what you seek is fame or anything else, the reputation or other things you get will be the reward. As long as you do good deeds for the sake of doing the thing without any intention of reward, you will be rewarded. Helping others sincerely and doing so effectively is the real accumulation of good deeds, and will be rewarded by God, that is, blessings or good rewards.
Thinking about the past when she gave alms to beggars, did she have some ulterior motive? Not really, I really didn't expect them to repay it, but is it really effective?
How much can her kindness help them, and how much of it actually falls on them?
It's probably not much. The beggars may get three or two copper coins in exchange for some food to fill their stomachs, but it won't improve their lives much. The income from begging may not even be really used on them. On oneself.
When he thought about it, Song Yushan understood.
The way she did good deeds in the past was too crude and too simple, so her good deeds were repaid. She had given only a small amount of merit after giving alms so many times.
When doing good deeds in the future, you should also think carefully.
Her good intentions are just wasted if she does bad things with good intentions or fails to implement them.
She was the only orphan left in the family. No matter how much money she had, it was just a number to her. She could use it to do some good deeds, but she had to plan carefully before making plans.
The most important thing at the moment is to improve your cultivation as soon as possible.
Doing good deeds also requires the ability to protect yourself, otherwise you will accidentally get yourself involved. Self-protection is the prerequisite. Only then will you have the opportunity to do more good deeds, implement your own ideas, and avoid being bullied and hurt by others.
Thinking of this, Song Yushan decided to use this only one point of merit to assist in practice and improve the effect of practice. This was the most urgent need at the moment.
As for the ability to comprehend, it is not of much use to her at this stage. It is more suitable to use it when breaking through the realm or practicing new techniques.
After washing away her sweat and changing into clean clothes, she opened the door of the bookstore on time at the beginning of the morning.
While looking at the store, she organized the notes from yesterday into a book, and made a special book for herself to record her spiritual knowledge and insights.
There were not many things, so she sorted them out quickly. Remembering the "The world is divided into nine states" that she heard for the first time yesterday, she found the Qingzhou map collected at home.
Her family ran a bookstore, and she had loved reading since she was a child, but the books only mentioned Qingzhou at most, and the city of Qingzhou was the largest place she knew.
Qingzhou has a vast territory and rich resources, with a longer east-west depth and a slightly shorter north-south distance.
Fushui County is like a bit of gravel on the map of Qingzhou, located in the northeast corner, while the entire Linjiang County is like a long worm.
Between counties and cities, there are large areas of uninhabited land, where wild beasts and monsters dominate. The farther away from human habitation, the more dangerous it is, so there is not much travel between places.
Many people in Fushui County have never left their birthplace in their lives, and those who have been to the county are all famous local people.
No one in the county has been to the prefecture city. Most people don't even know that the prefecture is called Qingzhou. They only know that Fushui County is under the jurisdiction of Linjiang County Prince.
But now she knows that Qingzhou is divided between the lord of the continent and the princes of the counties. Moreover, Qingzhou faces the sea in the east, Yanzhou in the north, Yuzhou in the west, and Xuzhou in the south. She marked it on the four corners of the map. For a moment.
There are also five other states that are not bordering Qingzhou, and even Grandma Hua doesn’t know where they are.
This world is much bigger than she thought, but she just doesn't know which state Qu Xia is in?
One day, she will travel all over the world to find Qu Xia and her father. As usual, we closed the shop at early noon, went to Fumanzhai to pick up lunch, and ran to the west end of the county.
When she ran back across the county in the morning, it was still very early and not many people saw her. At this time, in the middle of the day, she was very noticeable when she ran.
"Since Song Xiucai left, Yushan of the Song family has become less and less like a woman. She is running on the street in broad daylight. What does it look like?"
"I heard that Songjia Bookstore only does business for half a day every day. My son went there in the middle of the day yesterday and wasted no time."
"Alas, the Song family's business is about to be lost in the hands of this woman. We might as well have hired a son-in-law to come and help take care of it!"
"It looks like she is going to the west of the county? Even if I stay with that person, I don't think - why did she look back? Did you hear her?"
"No way, it's so far away, it's a damn thing she can hear it."
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Song Yushan turned back because she heard it.
To be honest, not only were they surprised, she was also surprised!
She ran so fast that she could not hear the usual discussions behind her back from such a distance, but today she could hear them clearly.
Her ears seemed to be much more sensitive, and she discovered another happy event. She was in a very good mood, and she didn't bother to argue with those people who talked behind her back. As long as they didn't dance in front of her or step on her face, she would pretend that she didn't hear anything. .
When she succeeds in cultivation, they will have more to ask for.
Just like Granny Hua, they are afraid of her, but if something happens, don't they ask to come to her?
If it were her, she would have to kill them severely!
In the west of Fushui County, there is a street called Baishi, with a Shouchai shop.
"Master, it's time to eat. Today we have crab meat and lion heads, and I also bought a big cold melon!" Song Yushan shouted at the top of her lungs.
This cold melon is watermelon, which is very rare. The yield is low and transportation is difficult. Only in summer, farmers pick them up and sell them in the city. Each one costs one or two silver, and most people cannot afford it.
"Why is your head so sweaty?" Grandma Hua was folding ingots under the shade of the trees in the courtyard today. When she saw her coming in, panting heavily and dripping with sweat, she asked quickly.
Song Yushan put the food box on the table, fetched a bucket of well water, wetted his handkerchief and wiped his face: "I came here running. After practicing last night, I was full of energy and ran from the west of the county to the east of the county in one breath. It only took half a quarter of an hour, and it was very relaxing. Even though I was sweating a lot, it was because the weather was too hot. It even heated up the cold melons."
Grandma Hua looked at her panting and saying she was relaxed, and shook her head, "This girl must be tough!"
After Song Yushan washed his face, he fetched another bucket of water, soaked the cold melon in the bucket, and put it back into the well: "Leave it in the well for a few hours. It will be good to eat in the afternoon to cool off the heat."
"Okay, come and eat quickly." Granny Hua said.
Why didn't you notice before that your apprentice was a chatterbox?
