Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11306

Her older daughter, Luo Baobao, has a marriage fortune that is so good it's amazing!

It is said to be a good fortune for the creation of the world, and it also says it is an auspicious day and time. Is it telling everyone not to be anxious, and that marriage will naturally start when the time comes?

"Sister, this fortune is really good. I don't even need to ask the old monk to interpret it. I understand it all!" He Lian'er said with sparkling eyes, "Especially the last sentence. Why does it mention the emperor?"

Xiaohua was also pondering this sentence, "The emperor's proclamation? What does proclamation mean? Is it an imperial decree?"

"Issue an imperial decree? Could it be that our baby will be married off by the emperor?"

"Marry into the royal family?"

"That's probably not possible. My brother-in-law will definitely not agree. He wants to keep his daughter by his side and marry her off to a family of equal status in the future so that she can live a comfortable life..."

The two sisters-in-law were talking to each other and Yang Ruoqing was also a little confused.

When I drew the lot earlier, all I was thinking about was whether the relationship between my daughter and Zuo Jinling would work out.

As a result, the Bodhisattva gave me such a lucky sign.

This is what the Bodhisattva is hinting to me about the outcome for these two children.

So, even if it was a marriage, it might not necessarily be to someone else. The most likely possibility was that it was to Zuo Jinling.

If Zuo Jinling's marriage could be arranged by the emperor, it means that Zuo Jinling will achieve great success in the future!

In addition, Yang Ruoqing had a bold guess in her mind.

This Emperor Xuan, the Emperor, can be Zuo Jinling or someone else.

As the saying goes, the emperor changes every year, and this year it's my turn, right?
However, Emperor Qi Xingyun is only about thirty-six or thirty-seven years old, about the same age as Luo Fengtang.

Zuo Jinling is only thirteen years old, so even if a marriage is arranged, it will have to wait four or five years.

Four or five years later, Qi Xingyun was only in his early forties, in the prime of his life, and it was unlikely that he would die.

Then this emperor...

Oh, forget it. The fortune sticks are just for reference and fun. You can’t let a bunch of imagination flow from a fortune stick. There’s no need to do that.

"Congratulations, female donor, on drawing the auspicious fortune of our temple!"

"I guess the owner of the lottery must be a very outstanding person!"

The old monk who was originally sitting behind the table helping people interpret divination sticks came to Yang Ruoqing and the others at some point.

If it was not broad daylight with the sun shining brightly in the sky and the temple bustling with pilgrims, it would be a nightmare if it was night or a sparsely populated place. Seeing the old monk's face that was exaggeratedly aged, not to mention the wrinkles all over his face, his drooping upper eyelids were like a curtain that almost covered his entire eyes.

"I'm afraid!"

Adults may be able to conceal their fear a little, but children are the most direct.

Look, when Fuwa saw the old monk coming, he was so scared that he hid behind Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing put one hand behind her back and gently stroked Fuwa's little head to reassure her. At the same time, she took a deep breath and said to the old monk, "Thank you for the compliment, the owner of the fortune is my daughter, a very ordinary girl."

The old monk shook his head slowly, "You are too modest." "If you are willing, could you please show me your daughter's birth date and eight characters? I am willing to tell her fortune for free."

The monks of Yingjiang Temple wanted to tell fortunes for children for free? If it were another pilgrim, he would definitely get the free ride today!

Look, Ms. Sun and Ms. He all look interested.

He Lian'er's face was also filled with shock, followed by surprise. After all, everyone living in Qing'an County knew that Yingjiang Temple was very popular, and the wealthy families in the nearby area would invite monks from Yingjiang Temple to perform rituals.

As for monks... let's just call it a 'profession', it is similar to that of doctors.

In the eyes of outsiders, the authority, strength, experience, and skills of monks, Taoists, and doctors are all proportional to their age.

When a young novice and an old monk go to perform rituals or fortune-telling for others at the same time, people will choose the old monk!

The same goes for the pharmacist and the old doctor!
Old Taoist priests are called immortals, while young Taoist priests are just cattle and horses...

"sister……"

Yang Ruoqing felt someone gently pulling her sleeve.

Turning her head slightly, she saw it was Xiaohua. Xiaohua's expression was different from those of Sun and He. Xiaohua's face was full of caution. When Yang Ruoqing turned her head to look at her, she shook her head at Yang Ruoqing imperceptibly.

Yang Ruoqing understood what he meant.

She retracted her gaze, clasped her hands together and bowed gently to the old monk in front of her, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Master. Forget about the fortune-telling. I am a careless mother and I don't remember the child's birthday very clearly."

The old monk did not force it, but said with some regret and sorrow: "In some sense, great fortune is accompanied by great misfortune. If someone can enlighten and solve the problem, perhaps we can get away with it and have endless blessings in the future."

"It's a pity that the donor forgot your daughter's birthday. I can only say it's a pity!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled faintly, "Since the lucky sign is a blessing from the Bodhisattva, I should also express my gratitude."

She took out a five-liang silver ingot from her sleeve and presented it to the old monk: "This is the incense money, just to show my respect!"

"Amitabha, good, good!"

The old monk chanted a slogan and called a young monk next to him to bring the merit box on the table over. Yang Ruoqing stuffed the silver ingot into the merit box.

The silver fell to the bottom of the box, making a heavy sound.

The little monk's arms holding the donation box stiffened, his eyelids twitched, and he secretly looked up and sized up Yang Ruoqing.

Although the old monk remained calm, he was shocked by Yang Ruoqing's action.

Yingjiang Temple is located in Qing'an County. It is the most popular temple in Qing'an County. Monks like the old monk have official certificates. Even the officials, rich people and gentry in Qing'an County have to politely call him a high monk...

On weekdays, wealthy people come to the temple to burn incense and donate money, and there are also some generous people.

There were even local gentry who sponsored temples to renovate their halls, donating hundreds of taels of silver. However, the money donated by such generous pilgrims had to go through a formal process. Not only did it have to be recorded in the temple's account books, some of it even had to be engraved on the temple's merit stele!
The pilgrims who donate incense money to the merit box in the main hall are basically retail investors with small arms.

The temple's donation box is cleaned every five days during the off-season and every day during the peak season.

But no matter it is the peak season or the off-season, more than 80% of the incense money in the merit box are jingling copper coins. It is very good if one or two pieces of silver appear occasionally!
However, the female donor in front of him, who threw away an ingot of silver without saying anything, was actually a pilgrim who put a huge amount of money into the merit box!