Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11825

Changping Village, Wanghai County.

The ninth day of September is the Double Ninth Festival.

This is the first time in many years that Chen'er has spent the Double Ninth Festival at home. Because Chen'er is at home, the Luo family celebrated the Double Ninth Festival very grandly this year.

Roast suckling pig, sheep's head, cow's hoof, fish, and chicken were all draped in red silk and carried by specially hired people with music playing as they went up the mountain to burn incense for their ancestors and climb to a high place.

On their way back, as they passed by the Black Snake's shrine, Luo the blacksmith and Wang Cuilian suggested taking Chen'er over to pay their respects, since the Black Snake had saved Luo Wuyou from his coma when he was in trouble last time.

Upon hearing that the black snake had appeared to save his sister, Chen'er was very happy to go to the shrine to offer incense.

As a result, when Chen'er inserted the lit incense into the small incense burner in front of the shrine, the incense actually went out by itself!
"It's windy, that's why," Luo the blacksmith said with a chuckle, taking out a tinderbox, lighting it, and then handing it to Chen'er.

Chen'er lit incense again, but the incense went out again.

"What's going on? Is it a problem with the incense or something?" Luo the blacksmith asked, looking puzzled, while Wang Cuilian was equally surprised.

Chen'er herself was also a little confused and embarrassed, and explained, "...I am very devout."

Standing beside Chen'er, Luo Wuyou chimed in, "Lord Black Snake, my brother came here to thank you and offer incense after learning that you miraculously saved me last time. Please accept his offering!"

The shrine remained motionless, with the black scale enshrined inside lying there quietly.

Chen'er took another incense stick in both hands, bowed and prayed, and prepared to go forward again to put it into the incense burner.

This time, not only did the incense go out again, but even the black collar that had been lying quietly in the shrine trembled slightly, making two clear clanging sounds.

Everyone was even more surprised to see this. If it happened once or twice, it could be considered an accident, with the wind blowing it out.

But this has happened three times already, and even the Black Snake's collar has reacted. Could it be that... Lord Black Snake is unwilling to accept Chen'er's offerings?
Why is that? Chen'er is very devout!

At this moment, Yang Ruoqing, who had been standing by and observing without saying a word, stepped forward and came to Chen'er's side.

She reached out and took the incense from Chen'er's hand, saying, "You don't need to offer incense. You just need to say a few words of thanks to the Black Snake's shrine."

Although Chen'er didn't understand, he still did as his mother instructed.

Yang Ruoqing relit the incense and then gently placed it into the incense burner.

This time, nothing unusual happened; the smoke from the fireworks continued to rise.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but doubts still lingered in their hearts.

'Qing'er probably knows something. When we get back to the village, we'll definitely have to ask her about it,' Luo the blacksmith and Wang Cuilian thought to themselves.

After leaving the Black Serpent Shrine, the group prepared to descend the mountain and return to their village.

On the mountain road, they came across clusters of wild chrysanthemums blooming by the roadside. The group stopped and picked them to their heart's content, filling all the bamboo baskets they had brought.

The tiny wild chrysanthemums, about the size of a coin, are white or yellow, and emit a rich fragrance.

These chrysanthemum buds can be taken home and made into chrysanthemum cakes for the Double Ninth Festival, or dried and made into chrysanthemum tea.

It's cooling and detoxifying, good for the liver and eyes. Chen'er can even take some packaged ones outside to drink slowly. They can last a long time without spoiling.

There are also some pretty pink chrysanthemums that can be inlaid into decorative items using special techniques, making for very beautiful embellishments...

In short, the people rely on the mountains and rivers for their livelihood. As long as they are diligent and willing to put in the effort, the wealth in the mountains is endless...

Back in the village, when everyone was having dinner together, Wang Cuilian brought up the matter at the dinner table.

Yang Ruoqing just smiled and said, "I don't know the reason either, but since the Black Serpent doesn't accept Chen'er's offerings, there must be a reason why it can't accept them." "Let's not ask too much. Let nature take its course. I believe that Chen'er can feel the Black Serpent's gratitude, and that's enough."

Wang Cuilian and the others thought about it and agreed that it made sense. Everything exists for a reason. There was no need to keep digging into the details; asking too many questions wouldn't be good.

Yang Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief when her family didn't press the matter further, though she had a hunch in her mind.

However, that guess must never be spoken aloud, for the slightest carelessness could bring disaster upon the entire family; it could only be buried in one's heart.

That night, when Yang Ruoqing was half-awake and half-asleep, she seemed to see two figures, one black and one green, standing not far away and talking to her.

The gist is that they dare not accept the offerings from the true dragon.

Receiving such treatment will diminish your spiritual cultivation and cause a backlash...

When Yang Ruoqing woke up in the morning, the dream was still vivid in her mind, as real as if it had just happened a second ago.

She sat on the bed, wrapped in the blanket, recalling each word of the dream and pondering the conversations.

'True Dragon'?
Chen'er is a 'true dragon'...

……

Three days after the Double Ninth Festival, Chen'er was preparing to leave Changping Village.

Even though Yang Ruoqing was extremely reluctant, her son still had to leave; he couldn't stay by her side forever.

The fate of this son was perhaps written by the God of Destiny the moment his soul entered her womb to be reborn.

Although she was his biological mother, she could not forcibly stop him from taking the path he was destined to walk in life.

He himself was a man with great ambitions...

"Mother, I came back to visit my family all by myself, but when I left, you sent a convoy to help me transport supplies..."

Chen'er looked at the mule carts behind him. Each mule cart had a driver, and each cart was loaded with goods.

These things cover clothing, food, housing, transportation, and various medicines.

"Some of these things are for you, and some are for you to take with you and distribute to your subordinates and soldiers. They are all things you will need for marching and fighting!"

As Yang Ruoqing spoke, she tightly grasped Chen'er's hand and stuffed a thick stack of silver notes into her son's hand.

These silver notes are from the three most authoritative banks in the Great Qi and even the Great Liao, and they are accepted throughout the entire continent.

The silver notes that Yang Ruoqing gave to Chen'er all had a face value that reached the maximum limit for the money shop's issuance.

This thick stack of money was stuffed into Chen'er's hands. It could be said that even if the imperial court stopped allocating military pay to his army, the money given by his old mother would be enough for Chen'er to fight for two or three years!

Yang Ruoqing is undoubtedly the wealthiest person in Daqi, the one who is hidden in the shadows.

On the surface, her business wasn't that extravagant, but deep within Mount Mianniu was a cave filled with gold and silver treasures—a veritable gold mine. Only Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang knew about that place!
"Mother, you absolutely mustn't!"

When Chen'er saw these silver notes, he was truly shocked. Had his mother sold everything she owned and given them all to him?
Yang Ruoqing held Chen'er's hand, not allowing him to refuse.

“Take it. Mother didn’t sell everything she owns. This little bit of money won’t shake our family’s foundation.”

"mother……"

"If I were ten or more years younger, or if your two younger brothers hadn't been born, perhaps I could have gone to the battlefield to fight for you. Now I can't travel far, and this money is the only thing I can do for you. You must take it with you; it might come in handy someday!"