"Does your head hurt again?" Xiao Yi bounced back and asked with a bow.

  "Hmm." The moment he heard Xiao Yi's question, the pain in Mozi's mind disappeared.

  "It's better to find a good doctor to take a look. Who knows if that barefoot doctor can cure the illness or not? He didn't even write a prescription, just grabbed some medicine from two boxes on his shoulder pole." Xiaoyi looked back at where Qiu Sanniang was sitting, making sure she couldn't hear, then said, "Miss said she found the best doctor in town for you, and that the consultation fee is very expensive, but it's all a scam."

  "I knew." She was unconscious at the time, but later regained some consciousness. However, given her life-threatening condition at the time, she couldn't be picky. Finding a barefoot doctor was better than not getting her a doctor at all, and having medicine to take was better than having nothing to take.

  "Do you know Miss deceived you?" Xiao Yi was shocked and turned around, "Then you... then you..."

  "Can't run?" Mozi's hand propped up her knee, stood straight, looked at Xiaoyi pecking at rice with her head down, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. "Because even if I ran, there's nowhere to go."

  As the saying goes, being an orphan is like having a black eye, it's not as good as having a patron. I've said before that Qiu San Niang is quite capable, and being with her gives me a sense of security. Look, even her "immigrant status" was arranged by Qiu San Niang at her own expense, otherwise she would be an undocumented immigrant for a long time.

  "It's the same with you. You're just like us, in this world apart from Miss, there are no relatives." Xiao Yi called them "Guniang" while in the Qiufu residence, but outside she called her "Qiufu San Niangzi".

  Every time someone mentions Mozi's loyalty to Qiu San Niang, she feels a pang of guilt in her heart. Relatives? She adds several question marks, desperately thinking about Qiu San Niang's good points, but the answer is negative. A cicada on a rope might be more fitting. However, neither Qiu San Niang nor herself care about this answer anyway.

  Bai He came over to direct the two of them to move things, although there were servants to carry boxes and trunks, they still had to carry the precious items themselves. After running back and forth a few times, they finally moved all the luggage into the guest house in the temple.

  Mozhu took the last trip to fetch her luggage and returned to Qingxin Courtyard where San Niang lived, hearing laughter coming from inside the house.

  "It's Mingyi the old nun." Green Chrysanthemum had just sent out the tea, and she snorted, "The young lady gave her a two-hundred taels silver note, you didn't see it, her face was smiling crookedly. And yet a Buddhist nun, fundamentally hasn't seen through worldly desires."

  "Monks also need to eat. Only when they have eaten their fill can they comprehend the principles of Buddhist scriptures. Once they understand, they know that renouncing worldly desires is not as good as being in the midst of them. It's still better to have gold and silver by one's side, then the heart will be more at peace." Mozi's respect for these nuns was not much higher than Green Chrysanthemum's.

  It's like this, in these times, one can become a nun to avoid trouble, or because they've been squeezed out, or because they can't make ends meet. The nunnery is a peaceful place, but the nuns have to be divided into categories. Anyway, the nuns at Ci Nian An can't let go of worldly desires, so they have to enter the secular world for survival. But Ming Yi, who simply likes money, isn't complicated. Whatever she wants, it's written on her face, no need to twist and turn.

  Soon, Mingyi led two little girls out of the guest hall, and Qiu San Niang saw them off personally.

  "The three girls just rest assured, and don't mention that it was you who told us, even if it was the noble guest from above, he also repeatedly instructed us not to say a word. The old nun is still wondering how you knew about it." Mingyi, over 50 years old, wearing a white nun's robe, indeed has an air of detachment from worldly affairs.

  Qiu Sanniang looked at Mozi and puckered up her mouth, meaning "you speak".

  "My daughter also just found out. When she came in, she saw the guest's personal maid from afar in the bamboo forest." Mozi explained cleverly, "The young lady has met her before and knows that this elder is extremely filial. It seems that she specifically stayed here to offer sacrifices for the deceased soul, so she must like quietness. Afraid that Madam would worry about not having enough attendants by her side, she sent more people again, but with many mouths chattering, it would disturb her instead. Therefore, please tell the abbot that the young lady only wants to avoid guests in her mourning attire and there is no more room for accommodation in the temple, so all those who came from home were dismissed on behalf of the young lady."

  "Alright, I'll take care of it." Lao Ni looked at Mozi with a hint of disdain, just an ordinary maid. Then she joined her hands together and said to Qiu San Niang, "Third Miss, you don't have to see me off anymore, it's tiring for the journey, rest first."

  "After lunch, San Niang went to play chess with the abbot again?" San Niang's skill in Go was exquisite.

  "Alright, alright. Wei Shi Zhu also invited me to play Go at the Bamboo Forest Stone Pavilion, unfortunately my skills are not good enough. San Gu Niang can take my place for a game." Ming Yi suddenly looked left and right, wanting to speak but stopping herself.

  "The mistress needn't hesitate, these few maids are very loyal." Qiu Sanniang was good at reading facial expressions.

  "That noble guest seems to have deliberately chosen a good family's daughter as his daughter-in-law, and has asked me about the prominent ladies in Luocheng. San Gu Niang was the first one I recommended. Now that San Gu Niang has arrived at the small temple, this is a sign from Guanyin Bodhisattva that she wants to bring you two together. Why don't I help you two tie the knot?"

  Qiao San Niang's face showed a shy and coy expression. This time she looked at Mo Zi, because only Mo Zi knew the meaning of her eyes.

  "If it's really the Bodhisattva of Mercy showing her spirit, and she can find a good marriage for my family's daughter, that would be a huge joy. I must repay the abbot's kindness with sincerity." Mozi thought this spokesperson was no good. If he didn't say enough, he'd mess things up. If he said too much, he'd be held accountable.

  He nodded in satisfaction and agreed on a time before walking away with a smile.

  "Mozi, how much silver are you talking about for this 'repaying kindness with sincerity'?" Qiu San Niang asked as she walked two steps towards the bedroom and turned her head back.

  "How much incense money does the young lady donate in a year?" Mu Zi asked back, as expected.

  "Twenty or thirty taels." Considering the price of a bowl of Yang Chun noodles for three copper coins, considering the annual expenditure of ten taels of silver for a peasant household, and considering the travel and accommodation expenses of twenty to thirty taels for a scholar going to Beijing to take the imperial examination, this is a very large contribution for a group of vegetarian nuns who do not have to pay rent.

  "The girl just gave two hundred taels, and giving another two hundred taels should be enough to show sincerity." What's called matchmaking is just letting Qiu San Niang cleverly meet Wei Shi, this play naturally unfolds. In short, it's a setup.

  "Four hundred taels is unlucky." Zhuo San Niang was dissatisfied. "Add a bit more, and give three hundred more taels."

  "They will never be too many." Mozi was indifferent, after all, Qiu San Niang was wealthy.

  "Since you said it, Mozi, you should be the one to pay the 300 taels of silver. " Jiulang's next sentence was even more stirring and made people feel like vomiting blood: "I don't have any silver."

  Purple ink blinked his eyes and thought that once he went out, the true nature of this master businessman would come out, with a fierce momentum.

  "Miss, where did you get three hundred taels of silver from?" White Lotus, who was in charge of distributing the monthly allowance, also blinked her eyes innocently.

  "Mozi, you've been saving for half a year, how much money do you have now?" asked Qiu Sanniang with concern.

  "Eight taels and three mace." Just then, ten taels of silver were being marched in as a whole number.

  "One year is sixteen taels, three hundred taels of silver, how many years will you save?" Qiu Sanniang tests her math again.

  "Eighteen years and nine months." Mu Zi immediately reported her age.

  Qiu San Niang was taken aback, "I didn't expect you to be so clever with your calculations and mental math. Now you have two options: one is that I lend it to you, but then you won't have any savings for the next 19 years; or two, find a way to earn 300 taels before I get married."

  "Girl, let's talk about it when you're old enough to get married." Mozi's words were rare with resentment.

  How could this be? She had schemed and plotted for Qiu San Niang's marriage, but in the end, not only did she gain nothing, but also added three hundred taels of silver debt. At times when it was hard to serve her master, she really wanted to become a black slave!