Thanks for the invitation: In ancient times, people shared children

Chapter 297

Do all the kind-looking nuns in the world have similarities?

When the abbot of Kanhuayuan touched the child's head, she thought of her master, and even the people who were still yelling at her were not worth her attention.

Children don't mind suffering a little loss, just treat it as hearing a dog barking.

She followed Abbot Fahua closely, like an incompatible tail. Even the abbot had to make some room for this little donor who refused to move.

After Zhiyuan sent Yundou away, he ran back to find her and asked her in a low voice what had happened. The child told her.

Zhiyuan said with some compassion, "Amitabha, the New Year is just a few days away. It would be such a shame for this donor to leave now. The New Year is so joyful, with lots of delicious food and new clothes. She won't be able to eat or wear them anymore."

The child had heard similar words many times before, but what those people said was——

"Why did the old lady die at this time? Not too early or too late. How can the family celebrate the New Year?"

The child could see that those people said these words out of pity for her, but it just didn't sound as pleasant as what Zhiyuan said, and it made people feel uncomfortable.

It seems like people have to choose a day to die.

If she died after the New Year, would her family not be sad?

This is really strange.

If that's the case, then am I sad for her, or am I sad that I can't have a good New Year's celebration?

The child said cheerfully, "Everyone dies eventually. This lady was just saying in the temple not long ago that dying peacefully without illness or disaster, and not suffering in the afterlife, was a blessing earned through many lifetimes of cultivation. Now perhaps her wish has come true. Perhaps we should be happy for her. It's just that when someone dies, we tend to feel regret and sadness."

Zhiyuan touched her head, thought for a moment, and then said, "It seems to be true. Should we laugh then?"

"Better not," the child whispered, "that way you'll get beaten."

It’s better to do less things that are different.

Unless she's as tough as a kid.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. How do you celebrate the New Year in your temple?"

The child asked curiously.

Zhiyuan told her, "It's pretty much the same as the New Year celebrations of ordinary people. We all prepare delicious food and wear new clothes. But on that day we also chant scriptures and pray for blessings, and give away porridge and medicine..."

According to Zhiyuan, they do not close during the Chinese New Year. If children are curious about how they celebrate the New Year, they can come to her and experience it for themselves to find out.

This is a good idea, but the child may not be able to come out, so I didn't make an appointment with her, but just told each other some interesting stories.

Waiting for the officials to come.

It was quite fast. The deceased's family and the government detectives entered the temple almost at the same time.

Her family members had just started to howl for a few seconds when they were called up and questioned.

What is your name? Where do you live? What is your relationship to the deceased? What was the deceased's name? How old was he? Did he have any health problems? Why didn't he come out with anyone at such an old age?

Faced with a series of problems, they had no time to be sad.

Moreover, ordinary people are somewhat afraid of these officials. When they are asked, they tell everything. They just want to engrave the image of us being good people on their foreheads, for fear of causing any trouble.

The old lady's son even explained: "Sir, it's not that we don't accompany mother, it's just that we are busy at home and can't spare any manpower. And mother comes every few days, who can afford to accompany her?

We can't just sit there doing nothing as a family. Besides, the road here is not far. We will give her a few copper coins every time and ask a rickshaw driver to take her here. Later, she can go back in the ox cart. The villagers can also take care of her.

Inside the temple, there are compassionate monks, so what is there to worry about? It's not that we are unfilial, but if we knew she would die in the temple, we would never ask her to come alone, not even to see her for the last time..."

The man, who was quite big and strong, started to cry as he spoke. He squatted on the ground, crying and wiping his eyes.

It looks sad and pitiful.

Anyone who heard this would feel sorry for them. Zhiyuan chanted Amitabha in a low voice, and even the child sighed.

The leading constable asked indifferently, "There's no spring planting or autumn harvest this month, so there's no need to tend to the crops. Why do you need everyone involved in your family's affairs?"

"We grow winter vegetables. They're so precious, we can't live without them for a moment," the old lady's daughter-in-law realized that they were asking this question with ill intentions, and quickly explained, "Several restaurants and food shops in the city use our winter vegetables. The official would know if he asked. Besides, we make tofu at home, and the children have to go door to door selling it, so we don't have time. Don't blame my husband, blame me. I'm unfilial. This morning, my mother-in-law wanted to take my little girl out with her, but I didn't let her because I was afraid the child would get cold..."

She pinched the corner of her clothes, lowered her head, and sobbed uncomfortably.

You can tell at first glance that he's an honest man. If he were smart enough, he wouldn't reveal his own shortcomings.

"Why are you saying that?" the man glared at her and said, "Sir, my little girl is only two years old. What's the point of following her?"

It's really useless. That child is not a ginseng, how can he survive? Even if he really follows, nothing will change. When chaos breaks out and the child is lost, the family's life will be even more miserable.

The constable still said nothing. He turned to the coroner and asked, "How is it? What was the cause of death?"

"Heart failure, sudden death," the coroner said succinctly. "The deceased must have had heart palpitations, but I couldn't find any medicine to treat her."

"Well," the cold-faced constable asked again, "where's the medicine? Your family grows winter vegetables and makes tofu, so your life must be better than most people's. Mother is sick, so why don't you have any medicine? You just said she was in good health? No disasters or illnesses, right?"

He said it, imitating their accents, but it wasn't funny at all.

The onlookers were shocked and looked at the two honest men with suspicion.

The child also widened his eyes.

But these two people really seemed to be completely unaware of it.

"We...we don't know..."

"Don't listen to what mother said about her not being happy. She has always been very strong and even helps with the mill at home..."

"How could we not know..."

"Sir, we are unfilial. Please arrest us..."

The more they talked, the sadder they became. These two people, who looked to be at least in their thirties or forties, were crying like two ignorant children.

Looks very guilty.

However, this is not a crime. If she doesn't tell anyone, who would know? It's not a worm in her stomach, and her son and daughter-in-law are not doctors.

Some of the older pilgrims in the temple could understand the old lady's thoughts very well. She simply didn't want to cause trouble for the child and was also worried about the medical money, so she kept silent.

It's normal that children won't notice if they are busy or careless.

The cold-faced constable frowned and asked again, "Anything else you found?"

"There's a purse."

"She didn't save the money for the bus fare, did she?"

The constable's brows were furrowed into a frown.

"Oh my dear mother!" the old lady's son cried out.

The coroner rubbed his ears, stepped aside, and said with a dull face, "Empty."