The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 72 Sending Qiusheng a Message to My Life
Collect the coins scattered on the ground.

Qiusheng and Wencai were short-handed, and their attitude towards Zhang Heng became more enthusiastic.

The two of them could see that this man, who was advertised by Uncle Ninth as an outstanding disciple of the next generation of Maoshan, had a leg hair thicker than their waists, and it was impossible to refuse.

"I didn't expect Uncle Ninth to do a good job here. The baby room, the morgue, the law room, the ghost hall, the ancestor hall, the sparrow is small and complete."

Accompanied by Qiu Sheng and the other two, Zhang Heng walked around the Yizhuang: "I even got a lotus pond. Uncle Ninth is worth a lot of money."

"That's for sure, how dark our master is."

After Qiusheng finished speaking, he looked left and right to see if anyone was there, and whispered: "You don't know, my master will charge you 100 yuan for doing things for the rich. If you exorcise evil spirits and catch ghosts, there will be more. [-], two hundred is not too much, and three hundred and five hundred is also available, without money, how can you make it so grand?"

"Yeah yeah."

Wen Cai also helped: "The most annoying thing is that Master never gives us any money. We ask him for money, which is more difficult than asking for money from a stone. So much money, I really don't know how he swallowed it all by himself. Down."

"Actually, we're fine."

Qiusheng said again: "Uncle Simu, he has more money than our master. I heard from the master that Uncle Simu has a box of gold, and it's enough to beat a coffin. As a result, Shimu Shishu's apprentice Jia Le, a piece of gold. I haven't had to change my clothes for three years, it's so miserable, I don't know why I save so much money."

Listen to each sentence.

Zhang Heng waved his hand: "Don't think about it, whether it's your master, my master, or even Shimu Shishu, the money they earn is not spent by themselves, but divided into five."

"Five, so many people?"

"Yeah, where did so many people come from?"

The two of Qiusheng were extremely surprised.

Zhang Heng motioned for the two of them to stay calm, and explained: "This first share is to be handed over to the sect. Maoshan has cultivated everyone. After the disciples have completed their studies, they will naturally have to use part of their income to support the sect. Otherwise, the patriarch's hall What to use to repair, and what to use to light the Everbright Lamp?"

"Compare with business."

"Maoshan is the main store. Those who have learned skills and go down the mountain to open Taoist temples, Yizhuang, and incense candle shop disciples open branches."

"When the branch makes money, it will naturally have a share in the head office. Otherwise, if you open up Maoshan, close Maoshan, and do things under the name of Maoshan, you will only take advantage and do nothing. There is no such thing in the world.

When the two of Qiu Sheng heard this, they thought that was the truth, and asked, "Junior brother, what about the second one?"

"The second portion is dedicated to the ancestors and various ghosts and gods."

Zhang Heng explained: "On the patriarch's side, a stick of incense plus fruit and incense candles will be offered in the morning and evening, and six animals will be sacrificed during the New Year and festivals, and each of them will cost money."

"It's the same with the ghosts and gods. People from all walks of life have to take care of them. If you don't take care of them well, some things will be difficult to handle. If you take care of them, everything will be easy to handle."

When the two of them heard the autumn harvest, they nodded again and again.

Not to mention, every time the Ghost Festival comes, Ninth Uncle burns a lot of ingot candles, which are used to control the underworld. These are what they have seen with their own eyes.

"Junior brother, what about the third one?"

"The third part is the cost of repairing bridges and roads, providing relief to victims, and doing good deeds."

Zhang Heng explained: "Don't think that doing good deeds is a matter of lip-smacking. In fact, many good things need to be solved with money. For example, if a person starved to death, if you want to save him, you have to give him a bowl of porridge. Drink, without this bowl of porridge, you can't do this good thing."

Wen Cai said nonchalantly: "It's just a bowl of porridge, no one can eat this badly, right?"

"Yes, no one is short of a bowl of porridge, but what about a hundred bowls, a thousand bowls, and ten thousand bowls?"

Zhang Heng said solemnly, "A bowl of porridge is just a metaphor. Do you know how much food [-] refugees need to eat every day?"

The two shook their heads.

Zhang Heng replied, "It takes a hundred dans of grain a day, and this one hundred dans of grain can fill your entire house."

The two were speechless and could only continue to ask, "What about the fourth one?"

Zhang Heng looked at the two of them speechlessly: "The fourth part is of course Master's, daily expenses, entertainment, yellow paper cinnabar, rooster blood, which one doesn't cost money?"

"Oh I see."

Qiu Sheng said happily, "Is the fifth one ours?"

Zhang Heng nodded first, then shook his head: "It's the truth, but it's not easy for you to get this money."

"There is a saying in the folk that if there are more children, there will be divisions. We don't call divisions, but divisions."

"A master, it is basically impossible to have only one apprentice."

"What should I do if there are more apprentices? In the case of Ninth Uncle's Yizhuang, whether it is to pass it on to you Qiusheng, or to pass it on to you, it can't be half of one person, right?"

"So someone is destined to leave, and the person who leaves will naturally take away some of the money."

"At that time, it's better to find a way out for yourself, or to open a Yizhuang, incense candle shop, or coffin shop elsewhere. In short, you have to have a place to stay, bring some money, and you can't starve to death. Tell me, is this the truth?"

The two were thoughtful.

After a while, there were two more indescribable meanings in the eyes of each other.

Zhang Heng looked at everything and thought to himself: "Ninth Uncle, it's no wonder that your disciples are not good, you have raised them into giant babies, and if you don't shatter the fantasy that they will follow you for a lifetime, what will they do? Will you grow up and understand that one day you have to rely on yourself?"

silence.

After listening to Zhang Heng's words, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai did not laugh, but showed serious expressions.

In fact, they all understand the truth, but they just don't want to face it.

The disguise of reality was taken off by Zhang Heng, revealing the most real scene, and the two of them couldn't help but think deeply.

"Brother Wencai, learn your skills well, ask more questions and see more, so that you can become the protagonist in your life, instead of being a supporting role, thinking about the protagonist and refusing to face the reality."

This is Zhang Heng's warning to Wen Cai.

After admonishing Wencai, Zhang Heng looked at Qiusheng again and said, "Senior Brother Qiusheng, I'll send you a word too."

Qiu Sheng looked at him subconsciously.

Zhang Heng said word by word: "My life is up to me!"

"I control my own life!"

"I control my own life!!"

Qiusheng recited sentence by sentence.

The more you read, the brighter your eyes become, as if you have found the creed of life.

"Hahaha, I understand!"

Qiu Sheng clenched his fist and raised his right arm high: "My life is up to me, I don't want to be trampled under my feet, I want to control my own destiny and be the ruler of my destiny!"

"Who's yelling?"

While shouting, Uncle Jiu pushed the door and came back.

"Master, I understand, I understand!"

Seeing Ninth Uncle's return, Qiusheng ran forward excitedly: "I know what my future goals are, and I know why I am alive!"

"I think you are sick!"

Ninth Uncle looked Qiusheng up and down, and suddenly stretched out a finger and tapped it on the back of his neck, causing Qiusheng to faint: "Wencai, your brother has hysteria, quickly help him to the back room."

The corners of Zhang Heng's mouth twitched.

Qiusheng, super evolution. Evolution failed.

(End of this chapter)