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“I wonder if there will be any monks coming to our village.” Although Madam Hu was gossiping, her hands were not slow at all.

Ye Muyu had heard about this before, so it should be about time. “There should be. It’s not appropriate to raise them in the temple for too long. After all, most children don’t want to be monks.”

“Madam, you’re right.”

It took her about an hour to peel off all the pomelo skin.

Ye Muyu was going to start brewing honey pomelo tea. She bought it in the village and would make it in the afternoon. As it was already noon, she would cook later than usual.

Ye Muyu and Madam Hu were busy in the kitchen.

In the village…

Chu Ziluo came out of the old residence with some boiled peanuts in her hands. She ate them as she walked. Madam Liu had given them to her.

She had been working hard at the old residence these past two days.

Even Chu Qingxiang, who was about to get married, was overly enthusiastic toward her.

“Miss, are we going to the school to pick up Young Master?” Nenya was carrying a sewing basket. Chu Ziluo and Chu Qingxiang had been doing needlework for the past few days.

Chu Qingxiang had been busy preparing her wedding dress recently.

In fact, most of the girls in Xingshui Village only wore red clothes when they got married. It could not be considered a wedding dress. After all, their financial conditions were not great. It was already not bad to be able to wear red clothes when they got married.

For someone like Chu Qingxiang, who had made her own wedding dress, her conditions were slightly better.

To be able to wear a wedding dress and get married was great.

With Madam Zhang’s character of caring about her face, she would definitely have to fork out money to buy the red cloth for her daughter to make her own wedding dress.

Chu Ziluo nodded. “Okay. Let’s go.”

Just as the two of them reached the middle, they saw a group of bald monks in brown kasayas walking over from afar.

“Miss, is there someone coming over there?” Nenya looked over curiously. Because it was far away, she could not see clearly.

It seemed that some villagers who were working in the fields had stopped the monks. They did not come over and were talking over there.

Chu Ziluo’s curiosity was piqued. She stuffed the peanuts into her pocket and said, “Let’s go and take a look.”

“Miss, slow down.” Nenya quickly followed.

As they approached, they heard the villagers talking.

“Are you monks from Deming Temple?” The person who asked was Madam Lin, who lived next door to the Chu family.

The person being questioned by Madam Lin was a middle-aged monk in a dark brown kasaya standing at the front. Behind him was a slightly younger young monk, followed by five children dressed in the same coarse cloth.

The older one looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old, while the younger ones were only around ten years old.

This was also normal. The children in the temple had to be over eight years old before they could leave the mountain. Once every five years, some children who were not old enough would have to wait for another five years, which made them around thirteen years old.

This was also considering that these orphans could start working after the age of eight. Ordinary families were more willing to raise a capable child.

The monk at the front said Amitabha.

“May I ask if Lin Hanzhen is here?” he asked.

“Are you looking for Teacher Lin?” Madam Lin was surprised, but she quickly reacted. “He’s at the bridgehead over there. There’s a school. The teacher inside is Teacher Lin. Sir, you just have to go there.”

“Thank you for informing me.” The leading monk brought the disciples and children behind him to the school.

The monks left, and the place instantly became lively..