Chapter 307: Cold Weather, Warm Heart
A villager holding a needle and thread asked, "Who is Xiaohong? Cong'er, is there a new person in your Taoist temple?"

Wang Cong replied vaguely, "It's a guest."

The villagers were unhappy and started to lecture him, "How can you let guests cook? What did your father teach you?"

Wang Cong quickly put down the lucky bag he was sewing and said, "Everyone is right. I will go up the mountain to cook now."

He turned his head and stared at Tao Yanbai.

Tao Yanbai reluctantly put down the needle and thread in his hand, "I'm going too?"

Wang Cong urged him, "Hurry up."

As soon as Wang Cong went out, he asked Pan Yun, "Master Junior, where is my father? Hasn't he returned to the backyard?"

"As soon as he got back, he went to the pharmacy. He bought a piece of meat and said he wanted to eat it three times."

Wang Cong: "How much meat?"

Pan Yun: "One pound."

Wang Cong: "...What a big piece of meat."

Why not just eat it three times, or eat it sixteen times, one or two times.

Wang Cong became very distressed.

Pan Yun ignored him. Seeing Xuan Miao and the others busy in the utility room, he immediately left them and ran over. "Hurry up and go up the mountain. If the senior brother doesn't see you when he returns to the backyard, he will definitely be angry."

Xuanmiao and the others are packing lucky bags.

Pan Yun prepared a total of seven different kinds of food, which were matched according to the recipe given by Miao He. It is said that the porridge cooked according to this recipe can harmonize the spleen and stomach, remove dampness and nourish the skin, and replenish the qi...

No matter how effective it is, it sounds like a lot anyway.

Xuanmiao and the others are weighing the items according to the proportion and then putting them into the already sewn lucky bags.

There are quite a lot of people coming to the mountain temple to sew lucky bags today, both men and women, mostly from the village. Pan Jun has seen that the stitches are quite fine.

Miao Zhenzhen writes the word "Fu" on the other side. After writing, she lets it air dry. When the ink is completely dry, the lucky bag is officially made.

Pan Yun looked around and felt that writing was more suitable for her, so she rolled up her sleeves and went to write with Miaozhen.

Miaozhen: "Master, you are back~"

Pan Jun said "hmm".

No one asked where Pan Yun had gone or whether the flying magic weapon was ready.

Pan Jun sighed when he saw it.

Miaozhen couldn't help but look up at him.

Pan Yun said: "If I do something one day, you don't ask questions about it, but trust me as you trust my elder brother, and don't ask questions about anything."

Miao Zhen: "Then you have to be more reliable, little uncle-master. The uncle-masters are asking questions, not because they don't trust you, but because they are afraid that you will get into trouble."

Pan Yun: "I just don't believe I can solve it myself."

Miao Zhen: "Then Junior Master, can I?"

Pan Yun thought of the days when she used Xuan Miao and Wang Feiyin's reputation to stir up trouble outside. She coughed lightly and said vaguely, "Wait a little longer, it's almost time~~"

In the martial arts world, it should be about the same, but in the Longhu Mountain Academy...

There is also the Tianshi Mansion below the academy. Who knows how many old monsters are hiding in there?
Moreover, if there is an old monster hiding in the Tianshi Mansion, it can be deduced by the same logic that there are similar old monsters hiding somewhere outside.

Pan Jun suspected that her senior brother was one of them.

Therefore, we should be more low-key in life. We can provoke people who are weaker or slightly stronger than ourselves, but we should not provoke people who are much stronger than ourselves.

That’s right, Pan Jun is such a bully.

After filling the lucky bag and going up the mountain, Xuanmiao said, "We will leave tomorrow and will definitely be back before the New Year, but we are not sure about the time of the temple fair."

Tao Yanbai had just been brought back and didn't know what had happened before, so he asked, "Uncle Master, isn't your injury still healed?"

Tao Ji waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "It's not much of a difference, and we have an appointment with the patient in Changzhou Prefecture, so we have to go see him on time."

Pan Yun immediately said, "Third Senior Brother, Fourth Senior Sister, I'll take you there."

Xuanmiao glanced at her, "Can you fly with a flying sword?"

Pan Yun: "I want to borrow the medicine cauldron from Senior Brother."

Xuanmiao said: "You should go out less recently, especially less outside the Sanqing Mountain area."

Pan Yun: “Why?”

She had just returned from outside the Sanqing Mountain area.

Xuanmiao stopped and turned to look down the mountain.

Everyone stopped and turned to look down the mountain. Clouds and mist were gradually rising, and it was hazy and quiet, no different from usual.

Xuanmiao said: "The reason why Sanqing Mountain can be so peaceful and tranquil is because our eldest brother is here. If you leave here, my third brother and I will not be able to protect you."

Pan Jun was about to smile and pat his chest to show that he could protect himself and them, but when he met the mysterious gaze, Pan Jun couldn't do it.

Xuanmiao turned around and continued climbing the mountain. "Let's go. You should stay in the mountains and hold your temple fair. Don't always think about running out of the mountain."

Xuanmiao said: "You are only the first marquis, not yet invincible."

"Oh." Pan Jun followed obediently.

Pan Yun really calmed down. Although she wanted to go to Changzhou Prefecture and Datong, she still held herself back and waited for the right opportunity.

It snowed the night Xuanmiao and Tao Ji left. The snow was not heavy, but the temperature dropped sharply.

Pan Yun thought that no one would come to the temple to sew lucky bags today, but when she came down the mountain, she saw a crowd of people waiting in the square in front of the temple with their necks hunched and their hands clasped.

They were crowded together in twos and threes, mostly women, a few men, their clothes were covered with patches, and many of them were from other villages.

Seeing Pan Yun, the man who had been hunching his back and looking down stood up immediately, forced a smile with a stiff and fearful look, nodded and bowed, saying: "Temple keeper, I, we will take care of the work of sewing lucky bags." Pan Yun nodded calmly, walked forward to open the door of the mountain temple, let them in, and asked: "How is your needlework?"

The women all said yes, and some of the men said yes directly, while others looked up at the mountain god sculpture and said unsurely, "It's OK."

Pan Jun took a quick look and felt that there were too many people, so he patted Black Cat's butt and said, "Go call Miaozhen and the others down."

Pan Xiaohei jumped off her shoulders and ran up the mountain.

Pan Yun gave each person a piece of cloth, a needle and a thread, and asked them to try sewing by themselves.

Wait for everyone to line up and receive the fabric and needle and thread.

Tao Yanbai and Miaozhenmiaohe also came down the mountain.

When the three saw people crowding into the square outside the temple, they knew that there were a lot of people coming today.

Pan Yun opened the door on the other side and even the kitchen door, and asked them to come in and sit down.

Of course there weren't so many benches, so we could only sit on some wood, stone, or even on the ground.

When Pan Yun saw the three people, he said, "Miaozhen, you come and check their needlework. Miaohe, Yanbai, go and make a fire. I'll go get some straw."

Sanqing Temple has fields and land, and rice is also grown there. This year, the straw left over from threshing the rice was piled on the open space beside the fields.

People in the Taoist temple would occasionally carry one or two bundles up the mountain, and the rest would be left here. If the cold was severe, they would need to spread straw on the ground to keep the wheat warm.

Of course, passers-by can also use it.

Pan Yun tied two huge bundles of straw and carried them back to the mountain temple, one bundle in each hand.

Miaozhen had checked everyone's needlework, dismissed two men, and accepted the rest.

Seeing the two men with drooping eyebrows and sad faces, Pan Yun glanced at their rough and cracked hands and said, "The temple still needs two odd jobs. You can stay too."

Their eyes suddenly lit up.

Pan Yun said loudly: "Everyone's wages are 20 cents a day, including lunch, and you have to return as many lucky bags as you receive."

"The size of the lucky bags is fixed and cannot be cut."

The villagers all agreed.

Pan Yun pointed at the straw on the ground and said, "There are no benches in the temple. Come and sit on a cushion."

They were familiar with this, and everyone came forward to pull the straw.

Of course, it is impossible to make a meditation cushion like the one Pan Yun and others usually use for meditation in one go, but by twisting and rolling it up, it is still possible to make a meditation cushion that will not easily fall apart.

Seeing that there were so many people around, Pan Yun ran over and brought back two bundles of straw.

Everyone had prepared their cushions, and Pan Yun asked them to sit and work on both sides of the temple, at the back, in the kitchen, and in the east wing.

Five fires were lit in the temple and everyone sat around them. Fires were also lit in the kitchen and the east wing. The cold was dispelled bit by bit. Under the light of the fire, the stiffness and paleness on the villagers' faces gradually disappeared and they became softer.

Miaohe brought out a large pot from the kitchen, set up a makeshift stove in the square, and filled the pot with water.

Tao Yanbai squatted in front and made a fire.

Miaohe started to rummage through her jade token space, throwing some things into the pot from time to time.

A big piece of dried ginger.

Tao Yanbai took it, rinsed it with water, then took out a kitchen knife and sliced ​​the ginger into the pot little by little.

Saposhnikovia, Licorice...

After everything is added, the water in the pot becomes hot and emits a faint scent of Chinese herbal medicine.

After peeling the ginger, Tao Yanbai covered the pot and asked, "Who will cook at noon? What will you cook?"

Pan Yun, who was sweating from working so hard, pointed at the two handymen who were transporting firewood everywhere and said, "Aren't these people?"

"After everyone has finished drinking the herbal tea to keep warm, Miaohe, you and Yanbai go buy some bones and meat, and have them cook a big pot of meat porridge. Oh, remember to mix meat and vegetables, and add more green vegetables and chopped green onions."

Miaohe's eyes lit up, "Let's have meat porridge for lunch today."

Pan Yun: "It's big bone and lean meat porridge!"

Not only Miao He, but Tao Yanbai couldn't help swallowing his saliva and whispered, "Little Master, are you giving too much? Too good?"

Pan Yun waved his hand and said, "Not much. It's so cold, but they are willing to come to the mountain temple to work. This is so kind of them. We should entertain them."

Tao Yanbai: ...Aren’t they doing it for money?
Miao He on the side nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes, it's so cold, if it were me, I would definitely not go out."

Pan Yun: "So they love the mountain god and me as a temple keeper so much. How can the mountain god and I bear to let them down?"

Two handymen passing by heard this and immediately thought along the lines of what Pan Yun said. That’s right, they just love the mountain god and the temple priest.

The mountain god is so powerful that even the temple keeper is willing to brave the snow to do things for him.

Pan Yun received a ding-dong reminder of her merit points, and she couldn't help but turn around to look at the statue of the mountain god in the temple.

A ray of morning sunlight shone in from the side and fell on its eyebrows, making the cold and solemn statue of the mountain god show a bit of tenderness.

Pan Jun couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

When the two handymen were delivering firewood to the various fires and chatting, they translated Pan Yun's words into their own interpretation and repeated them. The villagers all felt that they were right and that they were working in the snow just for the sake of the mountain god.

Thinking of this, my body felt warm and my cold heart seemed to warm up a little.

Just then, Miao He came in and called them, "Did you bring a bowl? Come out and get a bowl of herbal tea to drive away the cold."

The villagers immediately put down their needlework and quickly took out bowls, basins, and even a small pot from various places on their bodies...

Miao He couldn't help but smile, waved at them and said, "Follow me."

Everyone followed closely.

(End of this chapter)