Chapter 1864 Extra Dream Back to Daqing (2)

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo."

The crying was sad and miserable, which really made the listener sad, except for respecting him.

"Chew."

Jing Yi turned his head slightly, and watched someone grab his clothes and wipe his tears and blow his nose, his eyelids twitched.

Song Ci raised his swollen eyes, looked at him with grievance, and then looked at the hem of his clothes along his gaze. The wet little wet piece also had a bit of suspicious viscosity.

Her hands suddenly loosened and she spoke embarrassedly: "You, you are a Taoist priest, you are open-minded and you don't care, right? I didn't mean it, I couldn't help myself."

Very good, very tea and stand up, just be happy.

Jing Yi withdrew his gaze and said nothing.

Song Ci was embarrassed and looked ahead again. A little boy was surrounded by maids, women and servants. He was carved and beautiful, but his stern face made people laugh for no reason.

It is her great-grandson, a child of Song Jingyu.

"This is just a few years later." Song Ci's eyes were filled with relief.

The child has grown up too.

Yes, when I entered the ancestral hall, saw the portrait, and saw the descendants burning incense to comfort me, Song Ci's memory was gradually recovered.

She has been to the Daqing Dynasty for a whole decade.

She remembered it.

"Since you have already remembered it, then leave, and there is no need to ask again." Jing Yi turned around.

Song Ci pulled him and raised his mouth: "I just came here, so I can't leave just by saying that, let's go later."

"I'm not afraid that my soul will return to heaven, and there is no possibility of returning?" Jing Yi looked down at the hand on his arm.

Song Ci's hand relaxed and soon looked flattering: "How is that possible? Isn't you there? You are the bald Taoist priest, no, you are Jinghui's bald monk, Ah, Jinghui's reincarnation is the Taoist priest, this life is a monk, and the reincarnation is the Taoist priest. It can be said that you are practicing both Buddhism and Taoism, and Buddhism is boundless, right? Then Fengdu is not you who walked sideways. Just like you, just like this, watching my soul return to heaven, wouldn't it be light on your face? I firmly believe that you will never let such a painful and dull thing happen, right!"

Respect: "..."

Believe me, these high hats are taller than the one worn by Black and White Impermanence.

"Let's just go and have a little memory killing? I really want to see the Song family again." Song Ci gently twisted a corner of his clothes, shook it again and again, looking pitiful.

He sighed.

The Buddhist teachings asked him to save one person, which was probably the biggest disaster in his two lives.

With a wave of his sleeve, the space in front of him twisted. In a blink of an eye, Song Ci changed another picture in front of him.

In the 40th year of Shengping, the tenth year of Song Ci's departure, Song Ci Yixue had already opened ten branches in Daqing.

Shangjing is the general school, and the rest of the northeast, northwest, and south of the Yangtze River have more or less opened three or four, and the school name is unified with Song Ciyi School, but the place name point of the branch school was only proposed.

Over the past decade, charity studies have also cultivated countless orphans everywhere, allowing them to rely on the skills they have learned to make a living. What's more, they have also been good at doing good and helped the poorer people with little strength.

Some people make a living, and some people give feedback on Yixue, becoming the teacher in it, and teaching those orphans who have a life experience like their own past.

This is the philosophy of inheritance of Song Ciyixue, which puts virtue first, people first, teaches craftsmanship and culture, and also conveys good love.

Of course, if someone is grateful, someone will inevitably be ungrateful. These people are all deprived of their academic qualifications and have their place to be abandoned, and are not recognized by Yixue. Even if the other party has achieved success, as long as someone with a heart is a little inquired about their character, they will not want to make friends with them or even be despised. Gradually, they will sink into the undercurrent and no longer have any more noise.

Today is the school anniversary of the general school. The students were wearing white and neatly washed school uniforms, with smiles on their faces and twisted incense in their hands, and worshiping Song Cijin, who founded the Yixue School.

Song Ci's golden body was standing, placed in the Shantang of Yixue. She held a book in her hand, her face slightly drooped, her eyes were kind and her smile was gentle, as if she was looking at thousands of students in front of her.

Cui Shiniang, the chief of the general school, mourned Song Ci with excitement, and also gave a speech on the educational philosophy of Yixue, which was passionate and touching.

As the music started, he ate his head for three bows. Rows of students twisted the ignition sandalwood and inserted it into the huge four-horned deer cauldron in front of the Shan Hall, comforting the good man, Song Ci, the spirit of the good man in heaven.

There is only a small amount of sandalwood.

Song Ci's eyes were filled with tears. He wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, then looked up at his golden body, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

She went up and saw a bronze medal standing beside Jin, with the name of a good man with a golden body engraved on it, which was very down-to-earth, such as Ma Er Zhang Dali Lian Cuihua and others. These people all made a living from the Good Hall to make a living, and some even became students of the rich through their learned skills. This golden body is their gratitude and reward.

Song Ci reached out and touched her, bounced her feet and floated upwards, standing side by side with the golden statue, smiling.

Jing looked up and his eyes were slightly warm. He could see things that others could not see, and even beside Song Ci, there was a golden light dot.

That is the golden light of merit, blessed by the faith of these people, and belongs to her own personal ones.

Only those who are great good can cultivate the golden light of merit.

In addition to celebrating the school together, Yixue School also celebrates the same celebration with the people. After the students enter the incense, the people who are interested will come to worship and burn incense. In addition to this day, there is also Song Ci's birthday, and Yixue School will also open a charity hall for the people to burn incense.

So Song Ci also saw many farmers looking like people who took incense and even added sesame oil, murmured in words, wishing good weather and better harvests in the coming year.

Song Ci: "..."

She looked at Jingyi and said, "No, I run a charity school, let's forget about these students enshrine them. What are the common people doing?"

Jing Yi smiled slightly: "Listen."

Song Ci looked over and saw two people who had already burned incense and said that they had been famine more or less over the years while adding sesame oil. Fortunately, Mrs. Song grew potatoes in the early years, with extremely high yields and the people also had an additional choice for growing grains. The farmers' households grew some of them, and whether they were cooking or making food, they could always fill their stomachs. They rely on these stored grains to survive.

There are also greenhouse vegetables. In some areas, they rely on this technology to grow fresh leafy vegetables in winter, which can also allow wealthy families to have tooth sacrifices. Some farmers rely on this, so they naturally have a little more income.

So Song Ci is also worthy of their visit to offer her an incense stick.

Song Ci sighed lightly: "What kind of virtue can I do?"

"With virtue or not depends on the heart of the people." Jing Yi said indifferently.

Song Ci nodded, and after a while, she held up again: "Don't you think that even though I'm living well, I'm a bit like a dead person. Is it a bit like a savor incense?"

Jingyi couldn't help it: "In their eyes, you are dead, and you are the right one to receive incense!"

Oh Huo, Taoist priest is fighting against me?!

Song Ci glared at Jing Yi or two fiercely, but the other party was unmoved. Her eyes turned and she let out a whisper.

"It's Zhou'er!"

Song Ci floated to Song Lingzhou, raised her hand and touched her grandson who was already taller than her. What a good guy, she was indeed tall and handsome.

At this time, he was answering the questions of two students, what is the principle of car wheels, and what the hell?

Also, is Song Lingzhou a teacher at Yixue?

After getting back to the student's question, Song Lingzhou smiled suddenly when he saw his servant.

The servant Ping'an came over with a bitter face and said, "Fourth Master, my wife said that you would like to go back to review the book, saying that she would prepare for next year's spring examination."

Song Lingzhou looked a little lonely and said, "I don't want to take the exam again. I'm 26 this year and I'm already a father. Even though I have taken the exam three times in the Spring and Autumn Examinations, I don't want to fail the exam again."

He is not a good student. At this age, he has used up all his knowledge to pass the exam, and he is still barely admitted to the final exam. But next time, he failed the exam several times after taking the exam. He really doesn't want to take the exam again.

But as for his mother, she kept asking him to take the exam, even though her uncle said he could find a wealthier place to be the magistrate, she refused.

He knew that he was the eldest son of the third wife and the pillar. Her mother was unwilling to let him go and he was just a juren, especially his third brother was young and smart, and his cousins ​​had their own achievements. In contrast, she was even more unwilling to let him take the imperial examination as a Jinshi and glorify his ancestors.

However, Song Lingzhou didn't like reading. He liked to study these Mohist things. He would rather come to Yixue as a teacher to teach these students to make those clever objects, and he wouldn't be willing to stay in the sea of ​​books, and he couldn't see them.

Seeing his grandson's helpless and bitter look, Song Ci couldn't help feeling distressed. This Lu family was as foolish as ever, and he was not afraid of forcing the child to die prematurely.

"No, I have to wake her up, Taoist priest, let's go."

Jing frowned, and before he could speak, Song Ci drifted away.

well.

That night, Lu was dreaming of her mother-in-law for the first time in many years. Before she could ask her a greeting, her mother-in-law pointed at her and called her evil deeds, knelt down, and then scolded her, calling her a stingy man, calling her a slap in a slap in the middle of a slap in the middle of a slap in the middle of a slap in the middle of a slap in the middle of a slap in the middle of a slap in the middle of a slap in the middle of a slap in the middle of a slap in the middle of a slap in the middle of a slap in the middle of a slap in the middle of a slap in the middle of a slap in the middle of a slap in the middle of a slap in the middle of a slap in the middle of a slap in the middle of a slap in the middle

The next day, when Lu got up, his whole body was heavy, his back was soaked, and his eyes were covered in black. Zhou's mother was so scared that she asked her if she had a nightmare?

"Isn't it just a nightmare? I dreamed of my mother, and I pointed at me and scolded me." Lu was stunned. This dream was too real.

This hasn't been counted yet. The next night, she came again, and for three consecutive nights, Lu surrendered.

"I can't force him, right? Mother, stop scolding me."

When Song Lingzhou came to pay his respects, he stumbled and said that he didn't want to take the exam anymore. Lu was a little tired and sad: "If you don't want to, don't take the exam, but Chang'er's study, let him learn from Yu'er and the others in the future, and from your uncle."

What kind of unexpected surprise is this?

Song Lingzhou: "Mom, are you really agreeing?"

Seeing his face shining brightly and his eyes were clear, Lu couldn't help but sigh. I haven't seen such a child's eyes for many years. Is he really too tight?

Mother and child centrifugation.

The warning implicitly contained in the dream entrusted by the mother-in-law really scared her. For nothing, it’s better than the mother and son’s reunion, so it’s better to expect the grandson to become a talent.

"If you don't want to take the exam, then give up. However, you can't do nothing. Since you like the Mo family and have a reputation as a scholar, don't go anywhere. You might as well find your uncle to work on a one-and-a-half-year position in the Ministry of Works, and finally stay in the middle of the capital." Anyway, you have to gradually get promoted and separate from your family. It's better to find a job in the middle of the capital.

Song Lingzhou was very happy and replied repeatedly: "I'll go find my uncle now."

Seeing that he was as happy as a child, Lu couldn't help but smile, and his mood was quite strange, as if he had lost all his depression.

"Mom, why did you suddenly change your mind?" Song Lingzhou was very curious.
To be continued...