After Marrying the Sick and Weak Son, I Turned Around

Su Anan got up early, changed into a plain white dress, and removed her hair accessories. She only wore a white jade plum blossom hairpin, carried the basket prepared in advance, and got on the carriage with Cuiyan and set off for Dongquan Temple.

Li Liang doesn't look thin, but he learns things very fast. No, the carriage has been on the last time, and now he will drive, so he is driving this trip.

When passing Yufeng Street, I saw a group of officers and soldiers walking by solemnly pressing a group of people, and the surrounding people immediately gathered and pointed.

Cuiyan was curious and lifted the curtain to look at it slightly, "What did these people do, they were taken away by officers and soldiers in such a big battle?"

Su Anan also took a look at the situation and happened to see Li Biao.

Cai Ying, the branch president in charge of water transportation, is also a respectable person. In his previous life, he was a frequent visitor to Qingyu Building, and Su Anan knew it.

If he was caught, it would prove that his father went to report the news, and Yudu won.

Sure enough, there was already a big guy in the crowd, who seemed to be gossiping in a low voice, "Hey, don't you all know what happened last night?"

Everyone shook their heads, dumbfounded.

The big man clapped his hands and sighed, "This person is the branch president of Cai Ying, Li Biao."

"I heard that last night, at the port of Lin'an, the water inspector suddenly checked, and only after he found out did he welcome the smuggled iron to Xiguan."

What is that in Xiguan? They are all barbarians and foreign powers. They smuggle weapons for them, so their hearts are clearly revealed. What is the law of the country?

The emperor issued a number of imperial decrees in the morning, and the general was seized. All the personnel involved in the incident last night were all killed without mercy.

Everyone was surprised, "Smuggling iron tools, that's a big crime."

"Isn't that right, Caiying is crazy about money, and even smuggled iron."

"More than that, I also heard," a slightly thinner middle-aged man said quietly, "Caiying cooperated with Min Zhong, and the iron they smuggled this time was secretly purchased by Min Zhong."

When the iron tools were found, Li Biao kept shouting that he was wronged, saying that he had never bought these things at all, so the water inspector cooperated with the investigation. This investigation, hehe, my dear, found out that Min Zhong had secretly purchased it some time ago. Once the iron tool is used, it cannot be traced.

Now appearing on the ship, doesn't it show that the two chambers of commerce are one group?

Zhou Qing, the chairman of Min Zhong, his face turned dark. This stupid pig, Li Biao, had to drag Min Zhong into the water.

Everyone was even more surprised, "Really? That's incredible. The two chambers of commerce colluded, so the emperor can't get angry?"

But he didn't get angry, and he almost fainted from anger, and immediately prepared to issue an edict to be detained together, but for some reason, he changed his mind and the news was suppressed.

Anyway, Min Zhong was fine in the end, but he was beaten, and he has to keep a low profile recently.

Everyone sighed, is Min Zhong's background hard enough?

They whispered, and the discussions came one after another, and suddenly the officers and soldiers shouted loudly, and everyone immediately dispersed, leaving only the various sighs after the rumors.

Su Anan withdrew his eyes, and his thoughts drifted away.

Dongquan Temple is not big. It is a small temple. There are two ginkgo trees in front of the door.

Su Anan went in to worship, and then donated sesame oil money, and asked someone to recite scriptures for her mother.

Maybe she donated a lot of sesame oil money, the little novice is very enthusiastic, and chanting sutras is one-stop, in short, to ensure that your deceased relatives must be safe in heaven.

Su Anan thanked him, knelt down reverently, and put his hands together.

Mother, how are you in the sky?

After I left privately in my previous life, I never had the chance to go back and offer incense to my mother and worship her once.

Kneeling down again, as if blurred for years.

Su An'an's eyes were flushed, and she was silently talking to her mother in her heart.

The last sentence is, mother, An An is back, please bless An An in the spirit of heaven...

Bless her, just like the meaning of her mother's name, be safe and sound.

It was almost noon when she came out of Dongquan Temple, and the three masters and servants left without delay after the ceremony was over.

Passing through Yuxiu Town, there are endless shouts and shouts from various stalls. Because today is Qingming Festival, there are especially many people selling paper money and paper ingots.

Su Anan opened the curtain and glanced at it, Cuiyan asked curiously, "Miss, what do you want to buy?"

Su Anan said, "Just take a look."

Cuiyan understood, the young lady didn't open the door, and she didn't open the second door. I was afraid that she was also curious about the market.

The carriage was moving, and Su An was suddenly attracted by a painting booth, "Li Liang, stop."

Li Liang immediately tightened the reins,

Su An'an slightly widened the gap in the curtain and looked across.

There was a shabby scholar sitting next to the painting booth, with patches on his body, and there were many paintings hanging on a tattered shelf next to him.

Some people also like to burn some paintings for their deceased relatives, so the scholar specially painted a lot of paintings suitable for memorial service today, and came to set up a stall early in the morning.

Su Anan glanced at it, and secretly guessed in her heart, is it that person?

After all, she had never seen a real person in her previous life.

She wanted to see the seal, but it was too far away to see clearly, so she let Li Liang wait here, and she and Cuiyan went to the painting booth.

Coincidentally, there was also a woman who went to see the painting and asked, "How much is it?"

The scholar smiled and said, "Twenty pennies."

The woman curled her lips, "Hey, this broken painting costs 20 cents, let's robbery, it's 5 cents, at most 5 cents, you won't get it if you don't sell it."

When the scholar heard the broken painting, the smile on his face froze. You can say you don't like it, you can think it's expensive, please don't say it's broken, because every painting is his hard work.

He grabbed it immediately, and said angrily, "I won't sell it, I won't sell it."

If you don't know how to appreciate it, you will waste it if you sell it. Buy it wherever you like.

The woman was kicked out, scolded and walked away angrily, and threw a sentence, "What kind of painting is this, it's not too gray, it doesn't look good at all, it's not because you are pitiful for setting up a stall, and the old lady doesn't come to ask."

The bookish hands are shaking.

Several hawkers next to him were watching the excitement. This scholar is always like this. He is not very skilled, but has a big temper.

The hawkers were already used to their discussions, and the scholars ignored them, concentrated on hanging their paintings, smoothed out the folds caught by the woman, and sighed slightly.

Life is not easy.

Su Anan came over and glanced at the style of painting, which was indeed gray.

Seeing that there were guests again, the scholar put away a sigh and said politely, "This lady, do you want to buy paintings?"

"These, and these, are all in line with the theme of Qingming. You can pay homage to them. Do you have a look?" He was promoting his works.

Su Anan smiled and motioned for herself to take a look first, holding a painting in her hand, and the first thing she saw was the signed seal.

Wen Daozi.

Really Wen Daozi!

Most of Wen Daozi's paintings are dominated by mountains and rivers. The tones are not particularly complicated, slightly single, and dark tones, mainly showing the majestic feeling of mountains.

But nowadays people like colorful flower and bird paintings, landscape paintings, and romantic series, and seem not interested in such dark-colored paintings.

It's the last day of the holiday, always so fast~~