Zhou Ning was pregnant, and the Yang family celebrated.

Tu Shang was slightly tipsy and said with rare emotion: "Having children and grandchildren is a blessing, but one must be open-minded enough to have children and grandchildren. Otherwise, the more children and grandchildren there are, the more troubles there will be."

Wang Laoer looked at him and said, "Tu Gong, it's enough for you to have me."

Tu Chang's eyes were gentle, "Yes."

The next day, An Ziyu came.

"Aning, you are so lucky!"

An Ziyu said with a smile: "One for these two years, just a few more."

A few more... Zhou Ning pointed to A Liang, who was rolling on the mat with Fugui, "Si Ye, look at it, if there are a few more, I'm afraid I won't be able to live in peace every day."

"Aniang!"

Ah Liang roared, and then crawled over, "Auntie, support you!"

An Ziyu was stunned, "What will support you?"

"Earlier, Yi Niang and I talked about people outside. People say that raising children will provide for your old age. When you get old, you have to rely on your children to support you."

Zhou Ning touched A-Liang’s head and said, “A-Liang is a good boy!”

Hua Hong came in and said, "Madam, Master Ning is here."

An Ziyu said dissatisfied: "What is he here for?"

Huahong said: "Headmaster Ning said that he came to ask for the young man."

Zhou Ning covered his forehead, "I forgot."

She pulled A-Liang up and tidied her hair, "Does A-Liang like to see the statues?"

Ah Liang just stamped his feet, "Okay!"

This kid!

Zhou Ning asked Zheng Wuniang to take A Liang out.

In the front yard, Ning Yayun stood there. When she saw A Liang, she stretched out her hand.

"A Liang!"

Ah Liang liked this handsome old man, so he stretched out his hand from afar, "Teach! Teach!"

Ning Yayun took A Liang, and Zheng Wuniang handed over a baggage containing some things for children.

"Gone."

Ning Yayun carried A Liang out of Yang's house.

Ding's Hu Cake business is doing well, and there are more than ten people surrounding the stall.

Ning Yayun was standing behind... He hadn't had breakfast.

Someone recognized him and said, "Master Ning, come first!"

Ning Yayun smiled and shook her head, "No need."

When it was his turn, Ding was blessed first and said, "I have met the old immortal."

Ning Yayun nodded, "Here comes a Hu cake."

When I got the Hu Pancake, the aroma of mutton hit my nostrils.

Ning Yayun handed the Hu cake to A Liang's mouth, "Hu cake."

Ah Liang followed suit, "Hu Cake."

"Hey! Very well behaved!"

"Hu cake!"

"Hu cake!"

"fragrant!"

"fragrant!"

Seeing Ning Yayun carrying A Liang away, Mrs. Ding suddenly laughed and said, "How come they look like father and mother!"

Ning Yayun carried A Liang around the street and taught him many things.

When we arrived at the mountain gate, there were already a lot of pilgrims...most of them were older people. They had nothing to do at this time and came to Xuanxue early in the morning.

"These people came too early."

A disciple said.

Ning Yayun shook her head, "Here, they can calm down and forget the fear of leaving."

When everyone gets old, they will be afraid of the upcoming farewell. At this time, they will be greedy and reluctant to give up every moment, but every moment is also a kind of suffering for many people.

"Reluctance is persistence, and persistence will lead to pain and suffering."

What Ning Yayun talks about is the purpose of metaphysics: freedom and ease.

Even in the face of separation, you still have to maintain a good posture!

Let yourself bid farewell to this world in the most free and easy manner.

Live in style and die in style.

This is the style of metaphysics.

"yes."

The disciples watched with reverence as the master walked towards the main hall.

A Liang lay on his shoulder and waved to a group of disciples, "Hey, hey, hey!"

The serious atmosphere was gone.

Entering the main hall, a statue of a god was raised high on the platform.

Ning Yayun asked Ah Liang to face the statue and said, "A Liang, bow down."

A Liang nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"good!"

"He's a good boy!"

The two disciples who were watching the believers worshiping God couldn't help but twitching at the corners of their mouths when they saw this scene.

"Last time, that person was a little perfunctory during the worship ceremony, and was punished by the headmaster for five days. Just nod!"

"What else do you want? The last time he came, the headmaster asked him to say ouch at the statue a few times, which was regarded as worship."

This is a serious double standard!

Ning Yayun carried A Liang to the side.

The smoke in the city is getting thinner, and most of the shops are open. The shopkeeper shouts at the waiters, who are all dissatisfied. When the guests come in, the shopkeeper greets them happily...

When you are completely quiet, you can hear all kinds of sounds that you usually ignore.

There is a feeling of complete silence.

There are more and more believers.

Mainly old people and women.

It's not that these people need the comfort of gods, but that men have to go out to work.

Women do housework at home, take care of children, and worship gods for the sake of the family.

This is also a division of labor.

"It's said that the deputy envoy's wife is pregnant."

"I hope it's a son."

"yes!"

"The more sons the deputy envoy has, the more secure our northern border will be."

"What do you say?"

"The deputy will grow old, won't he? When he gets old, who will take over Northern Xinjiang? Would you be happy to replace him with someone else?"

"If it were anyone else, Chang'an would definitely bully us."

"Yes! Only the deputy envoy's children will protect us."

Ning Yayun lowered her eyes slightly and her eyelids twitched.

Even though he deliberately held his voice while speaking, this voice was too familiar.

That idiot Bao Dong has opened his shop of lies right in front of his own mountain gate, treating believers as his own media... Shameless!

but!
To be continued...