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Seeing them like this, Liu Er led them towards the foot of the mountain to meet them.

Lu Weiyu and the others went down the mountain talking and laughing, and saw two poor children standing on the ridge with tears in their eyes.

Lu Weiyu beckoned, and opened the handkerchief that was made into a small bundle in her hand, and there was a large handful of bright red raspberries inside.

"Eat, eat, it's sweet." She fed each one.

She didn't ask what was wrong with the two little sisters, nor did she comfort them, as if she didn't see them crying.

After eating two fresh and sweet raspberries, the two little girls smiled.

Liu'er came out with a handkerchief and wiped away their tears.

After eating a few more raspberries, I went back to the village.

The old ancestor was not far away, watching the bustle and bustle of their group.

Although the boys got up late today, this group of people can get along happily without any grievances.

It is also what the elders most want to see.

Rich people have no family affection, only rules and calculations.

It is separated by layers of family affection by their respective small courtyards and countless servants.

Growing up in such an environment, if the heart is not right, it is very easy to grow crooked.

This is also one of the reasons why he recruited Erlang and his daughter-in-law to Zhuangzi to raise them for a few years.

Looking at it now, they are not squeamish, not hypocritical, they value friendship, and they are responsible, which is not bad.

The performance of these little girls who have just come to the village is what makes him most gratified.

During breakfast, the ancestor still criticized Lu Chengan and his brothers a few words, and also praised the sisters.

Even Lu Yunyun and Lu Lingshuang, who got up late, were praised.

Just when they had happy smiles on their little faces, the old ancestor said another sentence.

"Remember to get up early tomorrow, and watch the red sun rise from the top of the mountain. It's no worse than Xiangyun Temple."

Sunrise at Xiangyun Temple?

They only watch the sunset and sunset, but they can't get up so early to watch the sunrise.

It's just that the little girls looked at each other, and hurriedly lowered their heads to eat, not daring to talk too much.

This morning, it was inconvenient for Lu Weiyu to set up the easel.

At the request of the ancestor, he spread paper on the Eight Immortals table in the hall, and Lu Zheng quickly polished ink for her.

Then wrote a few big characters of flamboyant and phoenix dancing.

After her ancestors commented, she picked up a pen again and wrote the words "Youran Farmhouse".

"Old ancestor, do you think these four characters can be used as the door plaque of my Zhuangzi?"

This time it is written in official script, which can be understood by anyone who can read.

"Well, as long as you like it." The ancestor glanced at it and said with a smile.

It's just that I feel inexplicably uncomfortable in my heart.

What exactly has the little girl experienced in the uncle's mansion in the past two or three years?
To have such vicissitudes of cognition is like an old farmer.

If she was given a Zhuangzi before returning home, with her savage temperament, she would write a majestic name with pride.

Guanfeng Villa, Xiaoyao Villa or something.

Absolutely not to use such a low-key name as Tian She.

Was his request back then wrong?

For such a sharp-edged child, it is not a good thing if it is not restrained and it is too eye-catching...

"Then I have to ask the carpenter in the village to make a door plaque for me." Lu Weiyu put down the pen with a smile.

"Okay." The ancestor asked Ji Yanming to take these four words and find someone to make a plaque.

"The big characters are good, let's see how your small characters are doing." The ancestor asked again.

The old ancestor was taking the elder sister's handwriting test, Lu Linglong led the sisters and stood aside obediently, not daring to say anything.

Lu Chengan took his brothers to practice martial arts.

Lu Zheng was also dragged away after studying ink.

Lu Chengan felt that he got up late in the morning, and if he was still lazily dodging at this time, he was afraid that his ancestor would settle the score after autumn.

Seeing that her ancestor wanted to test her small characters, Lu Weiyu sat down, and Lu Linglong immediately spread a new piece of paper for her.

Seeing her cleverness, Lu Weiyu smiled slightly at her.

"Sit down with the stools too, and go outside to play if you don't want to watch, don't be restrained."

Lu Weiyu said softly.

Lu Linglong quickly expressed that she wanted to see it.

Lu Yunyun was also practicing calligraphy, so naturally she didn't want to leave, and even wanted to write a few words herself to let her ancestors praise her.

Lu Lingshuang is the youngest, she only started to pick up a pen after the beginning of spring, and her knowledge of writing is the weakest.

It's just that no one else left, and she didn't dare to leave either.

The Eight Immortals table was a little high, so she could only rest her hands on the edge of the table and stand on tiptoe to watch.

"Yunyun, Lingshuang, go find Ruyi and see what delicious food she is cooking, or watch your brothers practice martial arts."

"If the delicious food is ready, you can also come and tell us."

Lu Weiyu knew that the little girl just didn't dare to leave and didn't understand, so she thought of a way to drive them away.

With her order, Lu Yunyun also remembered Raspberry, and led Lu Lingshuang out.

Up and down the corridor, Liu'er hurriedly followed them.

Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum went to wash clothes by the pond with the old woman in the village.

They are responsible for the clothes of the princes and ladies.

Ruyi is making snacks in the kitchen, and Jixiang is helping with the dishes.

Everyone has something to do.

In the hall, Lu Weiyu sat down.

After a little meditation, I changed to a small hair brush, and copied a piece of "Heart Sutra" in neat lower letters with hairpin flowers.

The scriptures of 260 characters are short and incisive, and it is also one of the scriptures that Lu Weiyu skillfully wrote silently.

Looking at her demure expression and fluent writing style, she seemed to have written it thousands of times without stopping to think.

The old ancestor couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes, so he looked at the girl twice more.

Even if she copied scriptures for her grandmother in the mansion, she wouldn't be so proficient, would she?
How did the old man know that in Lu Weiyu's previous life, he valued filial piety, copying scriptures was as easy as eating.

In this life, while recuperating after falling into the lake, she easily copied a few volumes of scriptures.

Later, I went to Suxintang to perform, and successfully won the love of my grandmother, breaking Lu Qianqian's situation of "breaking the ban with filial piety".

After that, she often sent some scriptures that had been copied over.

As a result, Lu Qianqian couldn't claim credit for the scriptures he copied, and even the handwriting of the two was comparable.

Lu Qianqian wanted to express herself from her grandmother, but the effect was not good.

Later, it happened that she treated the servants harshly. No matter how much she copied the scriptures, she couldn't win the heart of her grandmother.

No matter how many sutras copied by people with bad intentions, they will defile the Buddha.

Lu Weiyu put down the pen again, let out a sigh of relief, and then looked at the old ancestor expectantly.

"I've put a lot of effort into writing the small script with hairpin flowers. Being able to write so calmly and patiently can also show your character."

The ancestor held the paper in his hand and looked at it carefully, and the comments were more detailed than before.

It's just that none of the sentences are related to Buddhism and scriptures, but to see people by seeing words.

Gradually, he seemed to understand why the child's temperament is what he is now, not when he was in Zhuangzi in those years.

It seems that she has been really unsatisfactory in the past two or three years in the mansion, and her mother is always sick, so it is no wonder that she is so thoughtful and meticulous in her thoughts and deeds.

Usually I am afraid that I do not think too little, and I am careful at every step.

The old ancestor sighed and put down the piece of paper.

"Girl, if it's too hard to carry alone, the ancestor is not dead yet."

Lu Weiyu's expression was startled, then she lowered her eyes and did not speak.

Lu Linglong and the others looked blank.

"Ah." Seeing this, the old ancestor sighed, turned around and walked out without saying anything.

"Big sister, what did the ancestor say?" Lu Linglong couldn't help asking in a low voice.

"The ancestors saw how fluent the scriptures I copied just now, and knew that I often wrote a lot."

"I'm afraid that I have suffered too many grievances in the mansion and have no place to complain. He is telling me, and he is backing me up."

Lu Weiyu smiled, and spoke in an easy-to-understand manner.

Lu Linglong nodded in understanding, then looked at the words on the table, and suddenly showed a shameful expression.

"The eldest sister is only two years older than me, and she is indeed much better than me."

"I can barely recognize the words above, and there are still a few words I don't know, but my eldest sister can write so well..."

She really admires it, and the big sister is the most powerful!
"Qin chess, calligraphy and painting, female celebrity, although there are advantages of talent, they also have the basis of hard work over time."

"In short, these are not the results of a day, you work hard."

Lu Weiyu smiled, and walked out regardless of the things on the table.

"Come on, let's go to the kitchen too."

When they went to the kitchen, they saw Lu Yunyun and Lu Lingshuang sitting on the ponytail, helping Ruyi press the pastry molds.

Seeing how busy they were, Lu Weiyu couldn't help laughing.

This is a life experience that I will never have access to in the mansion, and it is also a little experience in learning to make pastries.

"We're going to help too, make it and eat it earlier." Lu Weiyu began to roll up his sleeves.

At this time, several teenagers came back with baskets and handed over the raspberries they picked in the forest to Ruyi.

If you want to make raspberry jam, the ones picked in the morning are not enough.

And it's rare for her to come to Zhuangzi. If these sauces are prepared and left for Zhuangzi, everyone can use them to make pastries for themselves in the future.

Jixiang took a group of little girls and boys from Zhuangzi to pick raspberries.

The wild animals in these mountains and forests have to grow much better, otherwise they would have been picked up long ago. At this time, some can be picked back, and there can be a lot of sauces.

On the Dragon Boat Festival, women are also making zongzi, both sweet and salty.

Lu Weiyu looked around, left the sisters who were making cakes, and ran to make zongzi.

She learned it when she was a child, but she didn't have a chance to do it when she returned to the uncle's mansion.

Overlapping the memories of the two lives, and still having some impressions, I decided to practice here.

When eating at noon, the teenagers saw the smell of rice dumplings on the table and ate them directly.

In the afternoon, Lu Weiyu said that he was going to pick lotus pods, and everyone went to the lotus pond until dusk.

Then sit on the edge of the ground, while peeling the lotus pods, while stepping on the chestnuts.

Watching the sunset while eating is more pleasant than yesterday.

It's just that the time is so comfortable and comfortable.

Rarely woke up early the next morning, and climbed to the top of the mountain to watch the sunrise together.

I went down the mountain to look for raspberries still on the tree, but the place I passed yesterday was gone.

It took me a long time to find two.

Everyone swarmed up and gathered around the two raspberry trees half a person's height and the size of a tabletop.

It doesn't matter how much you can pick, what matters is that you gain knowledge and know what you eat and where it grows.

Finally, I carried two more baskets and went down the mountain.

I didn't write any more in the morning, and went to pick a lot of lotus pods and came back, filling a basket.

There are also rice dumplings and some dried goods and vegetables on Zhuangzi, which are also packed in a basket.

After that, I went back to pack my luggage and waited for Lin Pingzhan to pick them up as scheduled.

The ancestor called Lu Weiyu aside to explain the matter.