fake prince

Chapter 81 Gugang Fengshui
Linhua County was shrouded in smoke and rain, and there were several consecutive games in April.

Although the streets of the county town have been repaired with gravel, they have become extremely muddy, and after a few steps, the soles of the shoes will be stained with mud from half a shoe. Rich people are not affected by ox carts, and there are fewer people on the road.

As for the outside of the city, it was even more shrouded in rain and fog. Due to the fear of wind and cold, except for farmers and businessmen who had to hurry, there was often no pedestrian for half a mile.

Su Ziji and Ye Buhui stood side by side in a cemetery outside the city.

In front of him is a tomb made of bricks and stones. There is a stone tablet that simply says Ye Weihan's tomb, and below that are the names of Ye Buhui and Su Ziji.

Strangely, there was another person following him not far away, but he was a wild Taoist.

At this time, the wild Taoist pointed and said: "Young master, madam, you see, the terrain of this hill is a line of remaining veins coming down from the Yushan Mountain Range. This is the best of the entire hill."

"Although it's not a place of good geomantic omen, it is also nourished by the atmosphere of the earth. An Ning's house is the most suitable place."

"Moreover, there is a Vatican Temple not far away. Although this Vatican Temple does not manifest its holiness, the ritual prayers also have the effect of appeasing the ghosts."

After hearing this, Ye Buhui was very grateful: "Thank you sir."

As he spoke, he handed over three taels of silver, and the wild Taoist didn't refuse, and accepted it calmly.

At this time, the rain was still falling, and it was cool on the face, and there was a graveyard around, but there was indeed a Buddhist temple in the area where Ye Weihan was buried.

The sound of drums and cymbals chanting scriptures is heard all the year round in the temple. As long as you donate some incense money, monks will take care of it all year round. There will be no weeds, barren and dilapidated scenes, and you can pray for blessings.

Those who come from other places, have no relatives, have no ancestral graves, and have some money at home, the best result is like this.

Ye Buhui had no objection to this, and even thanked the neighbors who helped, especially the wild Taoists, and Su Ziji did not disappoint her, the cemetery, incense, neighbors, and funeral were handled in an orderly manner.

If it weren't for Su Ziji being by her side, relying on her, a girl who just passed her 15th birthday, and her only relative passed away suddenly, it would be impossible to handle the funeral properly.

"I have made an agreement with the Buddhist Temple. Someone will take care of one tael of silver for incense and fire every year. On the 15th day of each month, I can also receive some ritual offerings. I have paid it in one go for ten years." Su Ziji didn't look at the wild way. People, just talking lightly.

"What about ten years from now?"

Under the oil-paper umbrella, the girl whose side face was wet by the slanting wind and drizzle, with a wooden hairpin pinned to her hair, and a green cloth dress, still looks childish.

"I don't regret it. At that time, I should be able to earn an imperial seal for my father-in-law."

The wild Taoist continued, "Ma'am, what you said is right, the veins of the earth flow, Fengshui is not common for one person and one family, and the Buddhist temple is even more unreliable for praying for the blessings of the dead. God."

"With the talent of a son, within ten years, he will definitely earn an imperial seal."

"Mm, thank you sir for your kind words." After these days, Ye Buhui gradually suppressed her grief, she turned around and said to Su Ziji, "Let's go back."

In this atmosphere, all Su Ziji could do was hold the umbrella steadily, keep silent and considerate, and let her finally vent her final sorrow silently.

The croaking crows behind him and the non-stop light rain weave April.

Her ears moved slightly, and she heard the sound of clothes rubbing not far away. Su Ziji didn't look back, and continued to walk with her with an umbrella.

A few figures walked away from Ye Buhui in Su Ziji and came out from the hiding place.

One of them hesitated and said, "Just now I almost thought that Su Xiucai had discovered it, but we just watched from a distance, is that okay?"

For Su Ziji, I don't know what to call him now, so I simply call him a scholar, which is considered respectful.

"The Shangguan not only let us keep an eye on Su Xiucai, but also didn't let us find out, so we can only follow from a distance like this, and the left and right are just to protect safety."

Several people exchanged a few words in a low voice and followed up again.

"Husband, what are your plans right now?" On the way back, the surroundings were quiet, only the sound of rain, Ye Buhui walked in silence for a while, and asked.

After the two worshiped the heavens and the earth, Ye Buhui changed his address to Su Ziji to show his closeness.

Although the two are just a couple in name, they already regard each other as family members at this time.

Su Ziji has passed the examination as a scholar, and he is still a natural student. He can receive money and food from the government every month, and the natural life can also be used as a guarantee for others. Although it is not as good as raising people to change the family, it is already out of the scope of ordinary people.

But Su Ziji is still young, it is impossible to stay in Linhua County all the time, he must go to a higher school if he wants to be admitted to Juren, Ye Buhui is a little hesitant, should he take the initiative to say that he stays in the county.

Su Ziji had actually thought about this, Ye Buhui asked, and said: "I plan to go to the prefectural school, most of the masters in the county school are scholars, and occasionally there is someone who doesn't teach them personally, and the lecturers of the prefectural school are the worst. It’s also Juren, and there are Jinshi who have retired to make use of their residual energy, so going there will be more helpful to me.”

Among other things, if we want to make rapid progress now, the county's essays on people's promotion are basically useless.

These days, I actually took the time to get an article by a Juren, but I only gained 200 experience points, which is better than nothing!
Ye Buhui was silent for a while: "You are right, I will wait for you to come back at home."

"Are you going to stay?" Su Ziji stopped in his tracks. The young man under the umbrella looked at the girl with a little helplessness, and the two looked at each other in the drizzle.

"No regrets, of course you went to Fucheng with me. Don't worry about the expenses. I got 50 taels of silver from the county magistrate yesterday. After two days, I participated in the literary meeting in the county and paid back the silver. I will pay the rest of the money. How can I feel relieved if I save up enough to rent a small courtyard in Fucheng and keep you here?"

"But..." Ye Buhui didn't expect Su Ziji to make such an arrangement. She opened her eyes slightly and looked at her husband in name: "The capital city is expensive, so I'll bring you trouble if I go with you?"

"No matter how old you are, there is no reason for you to be left alone. Don't worry, your husband can support you."

"Now follow me directly to the pier, there is a boat there."

These words were a little bit intimate, different from the past, and made Ye Buhui's heart skip a beat. Nothing made her feel more than this moment that she was not alone, and that her relatives were there.

"En." Ye Buhui nodded.

Although she knew that going to Fucheng with Su Ziji would definitely make his burden heavier, but staying here would leave her alone, and she really didn't want to live this kind of life.

"When I go to Fucheng, settle down and find some work I can do." Ye Buhui thought to himself.

Just after leaving the cemetery, there were two rented oxcarts for transporting sacrificial offerings. At this time, they happened to be heading to the pier, and when they approached, a little fox rushed over and threw itself into Ye Buhui's arms. Seeing this situation, Ye Daoist Can't help the eyelids twitching.

But Su Ziji and Ye Daoist entered the car at the back, Su Ziji asked coldly: "Ye Daoist, you came here on your own initiative this time, choosing a graveyard for Uncle Ye, and helping everywhere, what are you doing?"

(End of this chapter)