Grandma smiled and muttered that our Shou Gu wanted to make new clothes.

  Summer has passed, and grandma is still alive by her side.

  Is it saying that as long as you work hard, some things can be changed?

  Dong Zhaohui thought of going to the temple to burn incense.

  "Then let's go to Da Ci Temple, their vegetarian dishes are quite good."

  For an entire summer, Du Zhao stayed at home with her and never went out. She thought that Du Zhao had been cooped up at home for too long and wanted to go out and have some fun.

  Daci Temple is a nunnery, where Mother used to go to worship Buddha before she passed away.

  Dong Zhaonan naturally smiled and nodded in agreement.

  She looked at the calendar with her grandmother and chose a date, and she informed the abbot of the Great Mercy Temple in advance. She brought her personal maidservants, nannies, and family servants, and went to the Great Mercy Temple with great fanfare.

  The ancient cypress of the Great Ci Temple reaches for the sky, surrounded by towering trees, with a serene and elegant landscape. The main hall's Buddha Fragrance Pavilion enshrines a thousand-handed and thousand-eyed Guanyin statue over ten feet tall, adorned with gold foil, shining brightly under the reflection of incense sticks, filling the entire hall with radiance.

  Dong Shao's grandmother sincerely bowed her head and knocked three times.

  Out of the grand hall, the wind passes through the forest, rustling and refreshing.

  The host invited Du Shao and his grandmother to sit down in the fragrance chamber at the back of the hall, chatted for a while, and then had the butler come to ask where the vegetarian dishes were placed.

  "Just put it here!" The grandmother had been taught since childhood that if there was something to be done, she should do it herself, and therefore hated to trouble others.

  The innkeeper smiled and went off in response.

  Haitang walked in with a smile: "Aunt Cui, Fourth Miss, Zheng Shiyi Ye, De Shier Ye and Fourth Young Master, Fifth Young Master, Sixth Young Master. And Wu's fourth master heard that you are here to worship Buddha, specially came over to ask for your well-being.

  "It's better to come at the right time than to come early." The grandmother smiled and invited them to have lunch together, "There's no one else, if you don't mind, let's have lunch together?"

  Haitang smiled and went to spread the word.

  Dòu Zhèngchāng and several others came in laughing, paying respects to their grandmother. They greeted Dòu Zhāo, chattering away as they thanked their grandmother for the meal, the room was lively like a marketplace.

  Dòu Zhāo asked Dòu Qǐjùn: "How did you know we were at the Great Mercy Temple?"

  This is indeed the humble abode.

  Dòu Qǐjùn smiled and said, "We went to the Dàfāng Temple to watch the sunrise, thinking that the vegetarian meal at the Dàcí Temple was delicious. We were planning to freeload a meal here, but who knew you guys were also here."

  Daci Temple was patronized by the Duan family. Although men and women were separated, whenever a member of the Duan family passed by, they would always be given a vegetarian meal.

  Dong Zhaohaha laughed: "It can be seen that coming early is not as good as coming at the right time."

  Dong Qitai said with a smile: "If I hadn't urged you to come back early, how could you have met Fourth Aunt?"

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  Wu Shan suddenly changed his previous boisterous behavior in front of Dou Zhao, and quietly took a step back. As if he wanted to hide himself in the crowd.

  Dong Zhao was shocked, and then he vaguely understood something in his heart.

  Wu Shan was still a young man with a kind and gentle heart, but that day he inadvertently revealed Pang Jixiu's intentions without thinking, which was unfavorable to her. He felt that he had done something wrong to her, and when he saw her again, he couldn't help feeling ashamed and didn't dare to face her.

  Duo Zhao began to feel uneasy after understanding Wu Shan's thoughts.

  To be honest, this matter has nothing to do with Wu Shan. It was she who wanted to drive away Pang Jixiu and also make Wu Shan give up, so she did this double-edged move...

  Afterwards she never saw Wu Shan again and didn't know if he was doing well or not?

  As soon as the idea came up, Duan Zhao couldn't help but size up Wu Shan.

  He was wearing a bamboo-leaf green Changsha silk robe, his black hair tied up with a Xiangfei bamboo hairpin. On the dark-colored palace belt hung a white jade pendant, and he had grown much taller and thinner than last year. His originally delicate face had lost its childish innocence and gained a youthful sharpness. Like a young sapling in early spring, it seemed that with just one blink of an eye, branches and leaves would unfold, and it would grow up.

  Dong Zhao couldn't help but feel deeply moved.

  Wu Shan saw Dou Zhao's gaze fall on himself and couldn't help but feel both shocked and delighted.

  It's surprising that so many people are standing in front of Dòu Zhāo, yet she can still notice herself. Fortunately, he did something like that and Dòu Zhāo is still willing to pay attention to herself.

  Maybe things aren't as serious as he imagined...

  Wu Shanshou was thinking, wanting to go forward and say a few words to Dou Zhao, but before he could even open his mouth, Dou Zhao had already laughed and shouted at him: "Fourth Brother Wu, so it turns out that Eleventh Brother and the others went to your house to enjoy the autumn breeze!"

  Dafang Temple is located in Xinle County.

  Wu Shandong was suddenly excited.

  When Dugu San Taigong passed away, he had obtained a peace charm from the Da Fang Temple and sent it to Dugu Zhaoyi.

  "No, no." He said somewhat incoherently, "I didn't go to catch the autumn wind, but I, living at Sixth Aunt's house every day, Sixth Aunt arranged for me to eat and wear just like Eleventh Brother and Twelfth Brother..."

  Dòu Déchāng heard this and burst out laughing, whispering in his ear: "You've finally admitted that I'm your twelfth brother!"

  Wu Shan's face turned bright red.

  He is three months older than Du Dechang.

  Unless he followed Du Zhao's rank, he would never have a turn to call Du Dechang "older brother".

  Dòu Qǐtài was perplexed and hastily asked: "Why is Wū Sìjiù's face red? What's the allusion here?"

  Wu Shan wasn't afraid of others laughing at him, but he was afraid that Du Ming would find out and despise him for being frivolous.

  He was so anxious that he jumped up and down, blurting out: "Du Shi'er, if you dare to speak nonsense, don't blame me for being impolite, I'll expose your affairs..."

  "Hey, hey, hey!" Now it's Dou Dechang's turn to get anxious, "A petty man is always worried, a gentleman is always calm..."

  "What does this have to do with gentlemen and petty men?" Dou Zheng looked at his younger brother in confusion, asking strangely, "What are you hiding from us?"

  "No, no!" Wu Shan and Dou Dechang said in unison, "There's nothing hidden from you."

  Dòu Zhèngchāng does not believe it.

  Grandma burst out laughing.

  These children are like the rising sun at dawn, full of vitality, and just looking at them makes one feel invigorated.

  Dòu Déchāng and Wū Shànzhī will only make her feel amused.

  "Alright, alright," she said with a smile, instructing Hong Gu to set out the chopsticks. "It's getting late, if you all don't sit down soon, the vegetarian dishes will get cold."

  Dòu Déchāng and Wū Shàndà sat shoulder to shoulder with big eyes staring at small eyes, causing everyone to burst into laughter again.

  Eat without speaking, sleep without talking.

  The children of the Dou and Wu families grew up under strict discipline, with lunch ending in an atmosphere where only the faint sound of porcelain touching could be heard.

  Hong Gu brought in some self-roasted tea leaves from Da Ci Temple for everyone to rinse their mouths, accompanied by Hai Tang and Qiu Kui.

  "Is it difficult? Does the teacher explain clearly? Will you still have to take exams in the future?" The questioning was completely different from that of her elders at home. Although the questions were simple, they were filled with warmth and affection.

  Dou Qijun started by just politely responding, but gradually became more serious and respectful in his demeanor, with a tone full of reverence, as if he were answering the Second Mistress.

  Dòu Zhāo Guān ěr.

  A soft voice like a gentle morning breeze whispered in his ear: "About that day... I didn't mean to..." He muttered hastily.

  "What are you talking about?" Du Zhao replied in a soft voice, pretending not to know.

  "It's all because of Pang Jixiu... Wu Shan hesitated for a moment, his voice somewhat heavy, 'I've always owed my sister an apology...'"

  "What are you talking about?" Dou Zhao laughed, "Why should I blame you? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know how to tell my family about such a thing. I should be thanking you instead..."

  Wu Shan Zhang opened his mouth wide.

  Dong Zhao smiled and nodded at him.

  Wu Shan's mouth corners couldn't help but curl up, revealing his snow-white teeth, looking silly.

  Du Zhaoqiang suppressed his smile and turned away.

  Wu Shan laughed even more happily.

  Dong Dechang sat opposite them, staring straight at them.

  Dong Zhao asked Wu Xian: "What did the twelfth brother do? You have taken it as a handle and grasped it in your hand."

  Wu Shan gazed at Dou Dechang and burst out laughing: "He won a thousand taels of silver from Chen Jia Liu Gongzi in a game of fighting cocks."

  Dong Zhao was startled.

  "Don't worry, I didn't gamble with him. I just lent 100 taels of silver to Shi'er as capital."

  This is really giving some color to open dye house.

  She just thought that since Wu Shan hadn't shown any attitude, she didn't need to pretend to be on bad terms with him. Why did he immediately jump to the conclusion of "don't worry about it"?

  Dong Zhao suddenly felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles.

  If I had known this earlier, I shouldn't have said another word to him.

  Dòu Zhāo cháo zhe tā xiào le xiào, ránhòu zhēng jǐn wèi zuò zhe tīng zǔmǔ hé Dòu Qǐjùn shuōhuà.

  Translation:

  Dou Zhao smiled and then sat up straight to listen to his grandmother and Dou Qijun talking.

  Wu Shan misunderstood that she was angry. Extremely regretful, he thought about the conversation between the two of them again and again, feeling that no matter how he explained it, he couldn't escape suspicion. He stared at Du Zhao without blinking, hoping that Du Zhao would turn his face back to him so that he could apologize again.

  Dou Zhao was stared at by Wu Shan like this, every move seemed to be under the scorching sunlight of a summer day. The more uncomfortable he felt, the more uncomfortable he became.

  She couldn't help but recall her past life experiences.

  How could no one have ever treated me like this in all my past lives?

  If she had met such a person in her past life, would she still marry Wei Tingyu?

  His mind suddenly ran wild like a runaway horse.

  On the other side, Grandma listened to Du Qijun's words and applauded first: "This child will have an unlimited future. People all say that reading is good, but without a good body, how can you remember what's written in those books? How can you get through three days and three nights of exams? In your youth, you should go out and take a look around. You'll know about the economy and farming, and when you're older, you can calm down and study. The articles you write will be substantial, and as an official, you'll know how to serve the people...

  "Exactly, exactly." Du Qijun's eyes sparkled with excitement, as if he had found a kindred spirit. He spoke to his grandmother in a torrent of words, "Every time I see those county magistrates leave without knowing the year's harvest, I find it unbelievable - isn't that giving others a handle? Where is the authority of officials? So I decided to spend a year traveling throughout Zhending, to get a clear picture of how much land there is in Zhending, how many farming households, what the annual harvest is, and how much tax is collected?"

  "Shòu gū, what is Gǒu Shèng doing now? He grew up in the fields since he was a child, so he's familiar with these things. And he's clever too... why not let him follow Bó Yuàn for the time being..."

  Dong Zhaoren couldn't help but mutter to himself in his heart.

  Other people's dogs are now called Zhao Liangbi, and with great difficulty, they have crawled from a small clerk in the accounting room to a second-class manager, becoming the youngest and most promising manager of the Duan family. They are about to be sent out as a shopkeeper, but you actually let him serve as a follower of Bo Yan. Who will help me take care of those shops in the future?

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  Sisters and brothers, this morning my elder brother suddenly informed me that I will be marrying Xiao Gong today... Tonight's update can only be delayed again...~~~~~

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