Don't panic when fleeing famine, the farm system is busy raising cubs to get rich

Chapter 338 Strange Dreams

Mrs. An didn't say anything against it, and she didn't look too unhappy, she just said that she listened to girl Jiuyue.

This matter also came to an end.

When returning home, he stopped by to check on the progress of the furniture. When the Gao carpenter saw Xia Qiyue coming over, they even treated him as a guest of honor, serving tea and water.

She followed Carpenter Gao to see the progress of the furniture, and then came out.

On summer nights, there were many villagers outside enjoying the shade. Although it was dark, when they heard that Xia Qiyue was back, many people wandered outside, just wanting to talk to her and meet her.

The most important thing is that this year's watermelon harvest has brought about a qualitative change in their lives. They want to make sure whether they can grow watermelons next year.

They didn't know that the seeds could be kept for planting. They just thought that the watermelon was for planting seedlings, so they were a little apprehensive. They were afraid that Xia Qiyue's business was getting bigger and bigger, and they didn't have time to raise seedlings for them.

Xia Qiyue took the trouble to answer the villagers' words, and also gave them a guarantee that they would definitely give them seedlings next year.

Just a joke, she earns a penny per catty, which is no small money, how much is a seedling.

After chatting like this, it was a little late to go to bed, and the two children were sent back to the room to be washed by the servants, and then they went back to the room to wash and go to bed.

Xia Qiyue had another dream.

This time the dream was even more strange, the three could be mixed together, An Zichen became the crush senior in the previous life for a while, then became An Zichen in this life, and started dreaming of the original owner again.

Xia Qiyue was in a state of chaos all night, feeling like her brain was going to burst, and when she woke up in the morning, it was still in the state of daylight.

"What's the situation?"

She sat on the bed covering her face, looking tired.

If she couldn't feel anything in the previous two dreams, then in this dream, she clearly felt that An Zichen seemed to be the same person as the senior she had a crush on in the previous life?

Because in the dream, when the scenes of past and present lives changed, An Zichen's face didn't seem to change, but the ancient attire changed to the current attire.

When she woke up and thought about it, there were many similarities between the two people. For example, if the eyes were taken out separately, the two people's eyes were almost exactly the same!
And the mouth, the nose, the ears, and even the face are similar when viewed individually, but there is a little difference when combined.

"Is the original owner also me?" Xia Qiyue couldn't help muttering.

She has had this dream three times.

Speaking of the past, she did not believe in the theory of ghosts and gods, but she who has experienced time travel, it is a lie to say that she does not believe it now.

She is now suspecting that the three lives she dreamed of are all her own, and the original owner she thinks is also herself.

Because of this dream, she was listless all day long, and originally planned to return to Beijing early in the morning.

Because the turnover of the ice shop in a day is not a minority.

But she was not in the mood anymore, so she just let it go for a day and didn't go back, and took a day off at the ice shop.

It turned out to be even worse, after she had nothing to do, she was even more cranky, and the stories in those dreams were going back and forth in her head.

The more she thought about it, the more she couldn't think of a reason.

The more she thought about it, the more mysterious she felt. She felt that it was impossible for a person to have the same dream several times for no reason.

Thinking of such a mysterious thing, I should go to worship Buddha and find an old magic stick to have a look. Xia Qiyue decided to go to Lingtai Temple tomorrow.

But Xuan'er and Xinghe quit. The two of them said that they have already delayed their studies for a day, and they can't delay any more tomorrow.

Xia Qiyue had no choice but to ask Lao Wu to send the children and servants back to the capital in the afternoon.

Old Wu is also very dedicated, and he didn't come back until he handed over the child to Mei Niang in person.

The next day, Xia Qiyue got into Lao Wu's carriage and rushed to Lingtai Temple.

It was not the 15th day of the lunar new year, so there were fewer pilgrims. In addition, when it was not a temple fair, the carriage could go up the mountain. Lao Wu made a detour and stopped at the gate of the temple. Xia Qiyue got out of the carriage.

She was led by the young monk to the meditation room of the most powerful old abbot of Lingtai Temple.

After sitting for about half an hour, when Xia Qiyue couldn't sit still and got up to leave, the old god stick in front of him slowly opened his eyes.

"Amitabha Buddha! Donor is impatient now?"

Xia Qiyue imitated the appearance of the old magic stick, put her palms together and recited a Buddhist name "Amitabha!"

"It must be difficult to be perfect, but the sin has been paid off. If the donor works hard, he will be successful!"

Xia Qiyue helped her forehead, what do you mean, she was a little confused.

"Master Xiang, can't you speak something that I can understand?"

"Amitabha!" Fang Xiang recited a Buddha's mantra, and did not speak again.

Xia Qiyue was in a terrible mood. She waited for hours, just waiting for such a sentence?

What the hell?
She sat for a while, seeing the old magic stick in front of her who didn't want to speak anymore, and was chanting with her eyes closed, so she had to get up and leave.

But after going out, someone took her to the meditation room of a well-known old monk.

"Master, please explain to me, what exactly does this mean?"

She told the abbot's words verbatim to the kind-hearted old monk in front of her, and then she didn't forget to stuff a purse of money in the past.

Just now she also gave the abbot silver, which is called sesame oil money here, and she gave more than this, but just heard these few words.

The old monk stroked his beard, then looked at Xia Qiyue's face, and then said, "Benefactor Samsara III, the debt that should be paid has been paid off, as long as you work hard in the future, the benefactor will be able to get what he wants!"

When Xia Qiyue heard the words Reincarnation III, her whole body trembled. Was it really what she thought?
So, An Zichen would really die in battle?

As long as you work hard, you can get what you want?
How hard is she going to do?Is it possible to go to the battlefield to protect him?
Or should he be discharged from the army and go home instead of fighting?

If the dream is real, then it will be half a year before he dies in battle, what will she do?
The dream made her anxious, and now the solution to the dream made her even more anxious.

But fortunately, she still has time and space, and even said that as long as she works hard, she can get what she wants, then she will work hard, work hard.

Xia Qiyue returned to the capital and opened an ice shop the next day. When she entered the shop, the customers who rushed in frightened her.

It turned out that everyone thought she was closed, but now it is the hottest time to post, so everyone did not give up and asked the servants of the mansion to guard the shop. Fortunately, the door opened on the third day.

Otherwise, if she really doesn't open the door, she doesn't know if someone will die of heat in front of her house this summer.

The ice sold out very quickly on this day, and the private room was full within half an hour of opening, and it was all reserved.

Xia Qiyue finished her work as usual, but this afternoon she didn't mess up, but started to think about skin care products.

She bought exquisite small ceramic jars from the space, and then packed the skin care products she bought in small ceramic jars.

Only ten sets were packed in one afternoon.

(End of this chapter)