Chapter 344 Asking the Master to Help Me Solve My Doubts (4k Long Chapter, for the Dream of Returning to Mogan Mountain)

Chapter 344 Asking the master to clarify my doubts (4k big chapter, returning to Moganshan for a dream+)

Return to Moganshan for a dream+

On April 23, Ding Chi took a long entourage to Central and South Province to buy jade.

Now that he is a relative of an official, holding a letter from Yuanwai Lang Ding Zhao will give the officials there some face.

Ding Xiang asked him to bring back half a cart of coconuts and half a cart of mangoes, and she paid for the freight.

Ding Chi said with a smile, "My niece is joking. I still have to get this little money. My second uncle can just hit him with a piece of tofu and kill him."

Ding Chi's statement satisfied Ding Zhuang. If he dares to accept money from his granddaughter, I'll see if he doesn't slap him with the sole of his shoe.

On the morning of the 24th, Ding Zhuang, Ding Xiang, and Ding Sifu took Feifei to Ding Pan's brother's house in Kaixian County.

Ding Sifu visited half a month ago and said that Ding Pandi's hands were much better, which made Ding Xiang very happy.

She still wanted to check the injury before going to find Master Mingyuan.

Arrive in Hexian County at early noon.

Ding Zhuang still took Feifei waiting at the tea shop at the entrance of the alley, while Ding Xiang, Ding Sifu and Ling'er went to Ding Pan's brother's house.

Ding Pandi's mood is much better, and his eyes seem to be a little more alert.

"Thank you Xiangxiang, I thought I wouldn't live long..."

Ding Xiang smiled and said, "I hope my good brother and sister will be rewarded and live a long life."

Aunt Zhao gently washed the medicine off Ding Pandi's hands with warm water.

I saw that the palm, thumb, and little finger had grown a little fleshy skin, and were not as red as before. Although the ring finger, middle finger, and index finger have no skin and are red and scary, there is no bleeding, which is much better than last time.

Judging from Ding Pandi's appearance, he was not in any pain as before.

Lilac smiled with crooked eyebrows. Purple Snake Slough is really a magical medicine. We can no longer waste it on beauty products and save more people.

She gave Ding Pandi another small box of ointment, "Congratulations, sister Pan, that ointment really works, your hand will definitely heal. Haha, I'll ask Master Mingyuan again to see if the dosage needs to be adjusted."

There was hope in Ding Pandi's eyes, "I'm cured, and I won't have to be a cripple anymore."

Ding Xiang smiled and said, "That's right, you can do whatever you want in the future. If you want to open a shop, you can ask me or shopkeeper Gong. I want to open a bookstore now, and the store is being renovated. If you want to buy Tian collects rent, I’ll ask my grandpa for you. The business of the third house is also very good, and Sister Zhen is already engaged..."

Ding Pandi has hope for life, so he will tell her more about business. Ding Pandi's personality is that he will not be willing to live on his savings. He will definitely want to find something to do, so he should think slowly before making a good move.

Sure enough, although she didn't speak much, she listened very carefully. Especially when she heard that Ding Zhen had found a good husband, a smile flashed in her eyes.

When Ding Pandi was a child, only Ding Zhen and Ding Sifu played with her, and Ding Zhen even gave her food.

Ding Sifu didn't dare to tell Ding Pandi about the Ding family. This was the first time that Ding Pandi heard about Ding Zhen's engagement.

Ding Xiang felt quite touched by the smile flashing in her eyes. She suffered so much, but she still had good thoughts in her heart.

Such a good girl should have a happy ending.

After lunch and some chatting, Ding Xiang left. Ding Sifu would stay for another day.

After entering Beijing, Dingxiang went to the shop owned by a foreigner and bought some butter.

Tomorrow I am going to see Master Mingyuan and ask for answers to my questions. Ding Xiang is going to make him two delicious dishes to tempt his greedy mind.

After returning home, Aunt Wei smiled and said, "Sister-in-law Li, I have bought the strawberries, milk, glutinous rice flour and saltpeter that my sister asked me to buy. Manager Li also prepared the molds, small sticks and oil paper that my sister asked me to make. "

She took out a few manual egg beaters and said, "The master asked someone to bring them."

The egg beater was drawn by Lilac and made by "Bao Tie". There was no readily available steel, and iron rusted easily, so copper bars were used.

After dinner, Ding Xiang called Ding Zhuang, Ding Zhao, Zhang, Aunt Wei, and Ling'er to the small kitchen in the main courtyard.

There are a lot of things to do, and the whole family needs to be mobilized.

These two things must be kept secret for now and are only supplied to old monks and young monks, so only these few people know about them.

The food she wants to eat is Snow Meiniang and Lao Bingluo.

In the hot summer, eating these two things is so cool and comfortable. Moreover, only she can do these two things, and the old monk cannot do it even if he wants others to do it.

Make popsicles tonight and use saltpeter to make ice and freeze them overnight. Then make the Snow Meiniang leather and light cream and wrap them up early tomorrow morning.

She first solemnly asked not to say a word about what she made today, and then told Aunt Wei how to fry glutinous rice flour and make Xuemei Niang skin.

She made the old popsicles herself, and Ling'er was responsible for lighting the fire.

Ding Zhuang is in charge of making ice.

Ding Zhao and Zhang make whipped cream. Ding Zhao acted as an electric mixer, and Zhang added ingredients to it.

These people were used to Ding Xiang coming up with some rare food from time to time, so they went about their business without asking any questions.

No eggs can be added to the Snow Meiniang made for the old monk. The raw materials are glutinous rice flour, starch, sugar, whipping cream, butter, strawberries, and some homemade biscuit crumbs.

The raw materials of Laopopsicle are glutinous rice flour, milk, sugar and cold water.

Seeing Ding Xiang pouring the prepared "glutinous rice soup" into the mold, Ding Zhuang said, "Granddaughter, this sweet glutinous rice soup is sticky and doesn't taste good. A senior monk wouldn't like it if he held it in his mouth."

Ding Xiang smiled and said, "I'll see you tomorrow. He will definitely like it."

The mold is placed in ice cubes, the ice cubes are placed in an open jar, the jar is covered with a wooden lid, and a thick mattress is wrapped around the jar.

When they were busy at the end of the day, they put the prepared glutinous rice skin and light cream into a bucket, and then put the bucket into the well to cool down, and then they went back to rest.

At the beginning of the next day at the hour of Mao, several people went to the small kitchen in the main courtyard again.

Half of the ice cubes in the jar had melted, but the "glutinous rice soup" in the mold had frozen into popsicles.

A total of ten popsicles were made.

Each person present had one, and then Ding Liren was called over to give him one. There were two left, one for each of the old and young monks.

It was cool and refreshing, smooth and sweet... The experience that had never been experienced before made those people exclaim.

"This is better than ice watermelon sweet ice cubes."

"It's icy, crunchy, and delicious to chew."

"Oh my God, I feel like I've ascended to heaven."

...

This is the reason why things are rare and valuable. Ding Xiang never thought that old popsicles would be better than ice watermelon.

Ding Zhuang and Ding Zhao made some more ice cubes, put the ice into the small jar, and then put the two popsicles in.

Ding Xiang rolled the skin made yesterday into small pieces, filled it with whipped cream, strawberries, and biscuit crumbs, wrapped it, and put it in the shaped oil paper.

It is not appropriate to call food for monks "Xue Mei Niang", so Ding Xiang gave it a new name - Xue Fu Qiu.

Each person present got a Xue Fu Qiu, and Wei Mama sent three to the Dong family.

The remaining ten were taken to Pu Guang Temple.

Today, neither of these two things would be taken too much. The fewer things there are, the rarer they are, and the rarer they are, the better they are. If you take too much, they will not be rare.

Looking at the white, plump and slightly red Xue Fu Qiu, everyone said that it was handsome. After eating it, it was soft, sweet, full of milky fragrance, and delicious.

Ding Zhuang, Zhang, and Wei Mama liked to eat Xue Fu Qiu more, while Ding Zhao, Ding Liren, and Ling'er liked to eat popsicles more.

At the end of Chen Shi, Ding Xiang, Ding Zhuang, who was carrying a mattress, Ling'er, who was carrying a food box, and Fei Fei took a carriage to Pu Guang Temple.

At the end of Si Shi, they arrived at the foot of Xishan Mountain.

Several people took a sedan chair again and arrived at Pu Guang Temple at noon.

Because of Fei Fei, no bird dared to approach Ding Xiang.

Young monk Hongyi was waiting at the entrance of the main hall.

He walked forward cheerfully and said with a smile, "My master said that Mr. Ding would bring some different delicacies today. My master and I didn't even have lunch at noon..."

We left room for something good.

He was embarrassed to say the second half of the sentence.

Dingxiang complained that the old monk was too greedy. He didn't even have a meal. He must have eaten all the ten snow balls.

The young monk looked at the big mattress in Ding Zhuang's hand and was very puzzled. What delicious food was hidden in the mattress.

He took a sip of saliva and led Dingxiang and others to the Zen room.

Outside the Zen room, a young monk took the things from Ding Zhuang and Ling'er and asked them to wait in the pavilion.

Dingxiang, the young monk, and Feifei entered the Zen temple.

It was noon, and the red sun was shining in the sky. This year's summer came a little early.

Dingxiang regretted it very much. She should have made two more popsicles so that she and her grandfather could cool down.

Before entering the house, I saw another familiar person coming out.

It was Qiu Wangzhi.

He was wearing casual clothes and looked a little embarrassed.

Before he finished speaking, the master hurriedly chased him out, with an attitude that had never been so impatient.

So he wanted to see this girl, so what?

Dingxiang didn't know why this man came here again, it was really God's help.

She gave him a big smile and greeted him crisply, "Master Qiu, what a coincidence."

The young master was enthusiastic, and Feifei was enthusiastic, stretching her neck and calling him "coo" twice.

Qiu Wangzhi nodded to them and pulled the corners of his mouth.

Although he didn't smile, there was no more hostility in his eyes, which was a good start.

A few people and an eagle entered the house, and the old monk held Feifei, who ran over, on his legs and said anxiously, "Hurry up and take out the things."

The young monk put the two things on the table.

Dingxiang went over to untie the mattress and took out two popsicles from the jar, and white steam was still coming out of the popsicles.

She gave one to each of the old monk and the young monk.

The old monk had never seen this thing before and asked, "What kind of delicacy is this?"

Dingxiang smiled and said, "It's a popsicle, the best thing to relieve summer heat and cool down."

The old and young monks finished eating as quickly as possible and reached out again.

"Take another one."

"More."

Dingxiang shook her head, "No more."

The old monk was stunned, as if he didn't believe that he only brought two.

After confirming that it was true, he was a little annoyed, "How stingy, little donor! In order to feel the coolness brought by this delicacy, Lao Ne didn't drink water since last night, and was exposed to the sun in the yard for half an hour this morning, but you only gave Lao Ne one. You didn't explain it clearly, and Lao Ne swallowed it whole, and it was gone before he even tasted it."

Dingxiang blinked her eyes. This is not a high monk, he is more innocent than the young monk.

Puzzled, "Master, you even counted the food I could bring to cool off, why didn't you count that I only brought two?"

The old monk said angrily, "Old Ne would have counted for a big deal, but I never thought that the little donor would be so stingy."

Dingxiang had to admit his mistake, "Popsicles melt easily, and I didn't know if the master would like them, so I only brought two. Got it, I'll bring more next time."

The little monk licked his lips with his little pink tongue. He should have eaten slower, and he didn't taste it well.

Dingxiang split the food box in half and took out two snowballs, "This is a lot."

The old monk ate three in one breath, and felt better.

He said to the little monk who was choking on the snowball and stretched his neck, "Go out, Old Ne and the little donor have something to say."

The little monk carried Feifei out and closed the door.

The old monk stroked his white beard and smiled sheepishly, "Donor Ding called that food 'popsicle', and I thought it was called 'ice cream'. Hehe."

He said sincerely, "Lao Ne is in good health and has no other problems. He is just afraid of heat, and the hot summer is very difficult. I heard that ice cream is both a relief from the heat and delicious, and I always want to try it. Alas, it is not available here. "

Lilac's eyes were as big as bull's-eyes, and she was so impressed that she was so impressed that this old magician was so awesome.

He could figure out the existence of ice cream in another world, so he must have figured out that he was from another world.

Ding Xiang said, "Popsicles are popsicles, ice cream is ice cream, and ice cream is a light and luxurious version of popsicles, which is more delicious. Haha, I can make it too."

A trace of money dripped from the corner of the old monk's mouth and he quickly wiped it away.

Ding Xiang smiled again and said, "I'll make some ice cream for Master tomorrow. But this thing is easy to make, unless you have an ice cellar. You shouldn't eat too much cold drinks, and you can't make too many,"

The old monk said, "Our temple does not have an ice cellar, so the little donor will give you four, no, five. Lao Ne will give you three, Hongyi will give you one, and Hui Ren will give you one."

Hui Ren is the senior disciple of the old monk and the abbot of Puguang Temple. His disciple's methods are all from the generation of "Hui". I don't know why the younger disciple Hong Yi is not named Hui Yi.

Ding Xiang felt that the relationship was almost close, so she stood up, bowed to the old monk, and said, "Master is profound in Buddhism and must have figured out my origin..."

She didn't dare to break the window completely, so she looked at the old monk helplessly while she was talking.

The old monk smiled slyly and said, "Let me tell you what the little donor's background is."

Ding Xiang rolled her eyes and pretended to be stupid when the old monk got down to business.

She pouted and had no choice but to pretend to be stupid and said, "Purple Qi is coming from the east. Master's uncle came out a hundred years ago."

The old monk restrained his smile and said, "Amitabha, Master Lao Ne has profound Buddhist teachings and has indeed calculated what will happen a hundred years from now. It is a rare thing that the little benefactor will be favored by God. However, Lao Ne has already said that the secrets of heaven must not be leaked. I will forgive some things." It’s inconvenient for me to say more.”

Ding Xiang said, "I'm not embarrassing the master, I just pretend that there are some things in my heart that I can't express, which makes me feel uncomfortable. The master is an enlightened monk who helps people who are suffering. Please listen to my complaint, right?"

Seeing that the old monk did not stop him, Ding Xiang continued, "Chinese culture has a long history, and there are many similar words, such as, stealing the sky and changing the sun, stealing the beam and replacing the pillar, stealing the dragon and turning it into the phoenix, replacing flowers and trees...

"Unfortunately, I saw this kind of thing happen with my own eyes. I didn't want to say it out loud. I stole it and changed it. I don't want to change my current life... But my heart can't be at peace. It’s uncomfortable. Please ask the master for help.”

After speaking, he bowed again, raised his head and looked at the old monk calmly.

If the old monk said Zen words such as "Don't be too busy, don't make trouble, remember the past and don't get caught up in it", she would close her eyes and live the present moment.

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