My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 24: Traveling together?

Lu Yuan chuckled and continued to put on airs, "Boss, don't you have any self-awareness?"

The implication is: If you still can't guess who her teacher is after all this hinting, I'll have to question whether you're an amateur.

The middle-aged man frowned; he was indeed intimidated by Lu Yuan.

In his view, the number of Wu School calligraphy masters who can teach a disciple like Chen Xiaomiao can be counted on one hand.

But whoever it is, getting in touch with this girl today could be a huge connection in the future.

"Alright! Sixty points for what the little girl wrote herself! One hundred for the imitation!"

After saying that, he took out his wallet, took out two hundred-yuan bills and handed them over.

Aside from those state-owned giants, this is about the market price now.

The calligraphy by those "masters" at the entrance, once framed, sells for an average of three or four hundred yuan, and even the more famous ones only cost four figures.

"This is the deposit. Go back and write five pieces of calligraphy, then add me on WeChat. I'll send you the details later."

Chen Xiaomiao stared at the bright red bills, completely stunned.

Lu Yuan accepted the money for her without any hesitation, and then took out his phone to add the middle-aged man on WeChat.

"Note: Dong Qiyun".

"Lu Yuan, you can just call me Xiao Yuan, Brother Dong."

Before leaving the shop, Lu Yuan didn't forget to get a free set of writing implements.

Back in the car, Chen Xiaomiao clutched two brand-new 100-yuan bills tightly in her hand, her fingertips tracing the patterns on the bills as if feeling an unreal weight, her eyes brimming with undisguised excitement.

This was the first money she had earned in eighty years, and the first time she had ever seen RMB.

She then turned the banknote over to the front, saw the portrait printed on it, and exclaimed in surprise, "Eh!"

"This person..."

"What's wrong?"

“I…I think I’ve seen him before.”

"Ah... Ahhh!?"

“That’s right, it’s him! I’ve seen him in the old newspapers that Brother Xiaoshu collected.”

"Cough cough cough... Next time, don't breathe too loudly!"

"You're being mean to me again!"

Chen Xiaomiao pouted and recalled carefully: "Back then, whenever his articles or poems were sent to the temple, Brother Xiaoshu would treat them like treasures, holding them and looking at them over and over again."

He kept telling others that only by following this person and the path he pointed out could we find a way out!

At this point, she let out a long sigh, gazing at the dazzling street scene outside the window, and sighed with genuine emotion.

"Looks like Brother Little Tree was right again..."

Chen Xiaomiao doesn't understand modern history, but the fact that he can be printed on money in this peaceful and prosperous era is enough to say everything.

Lu Yuan gripped the steering wheel, looking ahead, thinking that he should find some time to give Chen Xiaomiao a history lesson.

Furthermore, he did not believe that his maternal grandfather was "calculated".

It's more like a judgment-based insight, a heartfelt recognition and following.

In those days, being able to see the direction clearly and follow it firmly was a great wisdom in itself.

Lu Yuan changed the subject: "Alright, let's think about how to spend this two hundred yuan?"

Chen Xiaomiao decisively asked, "Didn't you say you wanted to go eat hot pot? Do you have enough money?"

"It's definitely enough, but are you really willing to spend it?"

“There’s nothing to be reluctant about. This is the first money I’ve ever earned. If I don’t spend it with you, I can’t think of anyone else I could spend it with.”

Lu Yuan didn't say anything more, turned the steering wheel, and arrived at a self-service hot pot restaurant.

Two brand-new red bills, each costing 90 yuan, instantly turned into two ten-yuan bills.

Sitting in a booth at a noisy hot pot restaurant, watching the red oil bubbling in the pot, Chen Xiaomiao held the change she had received, her eyes filled with confusion.

Lu Yuan placed a piece of freshly cooked beef on her plate: "What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and eat, or we'll lose money." "Lu Yuan, I think this world is so strange."

Chen Xiaomiao sighed and said, "If we're talking about how precious money is, this two hundred yuan is only enough for the two of us to have a hot pot meal."

But to say it's worthless, two hundred yuan could buy almost seventy jin of wheat flour. Back in our day, even outside of a famine, that would be enough to feed a family of three for almost half a month.

"Why think so much? Let's eat!"

Lu Yuan chuckled and scooped a spoonful of freshly cooked shrimp paste into her bowl: "Try this, it's so tender."

Looking at the mountain of meat piled up in her bowl, Chen Xiaomiao forgot all about her feelings and picked up her chopsticks to start rummaging through it.

The world is big, but eating is the most important thing.

While eating, Chen Xiaomiao suddenly remembered something, looked up and asked Lu Yuan, "Was it wrong of us to lie to that Boss Dong just now?"

"if not?"

Lu Yuan slowly simmered the tripe in the hot pot: "If I told him you were from the Republic of China era, would he believe me?"

When you Taoist priests travel the world, telling fortunes and interpreting divination slips, don't you all adhere to the principles of "seeing through things but not saying them" and "leaving some room for interpretation"?

Truth and falsehood, reality and illusion, it's all the same..."

"No, that's not true!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiaomiao, in a fit of impatience, slammed her chopsticks down on the bowl: "We are not those charlatans; we cultivate our true nature!"

With the Three Pure Ones above me, I swear to Heaven!

I've never lied to anyone, not even a single falsehood!

"Really?"

"real!"

Lu Yuan smirked and leaned closer with a mischievous grin.

"So... tell me, am I handsome?"

"How can you be so arrogant and shameless!"

Chen Xiaomiao picked up her chopsticks and poked around in the bowl, then muttered a curse under her breath.

Lu Yuan laughed heartily and changed the subject.

"So, are you happy living with me?"

After hesitating for a long time, Chen Xiaomiao finally nodded gently in the swirling mist, then immediately lowered her head and sped up the process of stuffing food into her mouth.

After finishing her meal, Chen Xiaomiao, with her round belly, let out a satisfied burp.

Perhaps to make her first pot of gold worthwhile, she, who usually has a small appetite, managed to finish two more plates of lamb rolls than Lu Yuan.

"Let's go for a walk, digest our food, and then head back."

Lu Yuan led Chen Xiaomiao into the nearby commercial street.

The pedestrian street is brightly lit and bustling with people at night.

Women's love of beauty is innate. Chen Xiaomiao's eyes were unconsciously drawn to the beautiful clothes in the shop window, and she slowed down her pace.

I could look at it, but I never really wanted to go inside.

Lu Yuan, who was watching from the side, was anxious and felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

Sure enough, after eating a buffet hot pot, you're bound to need to poop.

"Wait here for me, don't wander off, I'm going to the restroom."

Lu Yuan pointed to the sign not far away, clutched his stomach, and rushed towards the men's restroom.

But after a short while, Chen Xiaomiao's stomach also started to rumble, and the same primordial power surged forth.

Her pretty face paled, and without waiting for Lu Yuan, she turned and went into the women's restroom.

As soon as I entered, I saw a tall woman posing in front of the mirror in front of the sink.

She was holding a whisk and a Bagua mirror, and dressed in a plain-colored robe, a typical Taoist outfit!
Chen Xiaomiao was stunned.

My dearest mother!
Fellow travelers!?
(End of this chapter)