Make a lot of money!I got rich in the year of famine

Chapter 57 You You You Rude

Mingli was wearing a newly made cassock and holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand. At some point, he stood behind a few people and said the above words.

It's not that Su Jing is ignorant of civil affairs, he just told the truth just now, but he didn't expect to provoke the old monk.

Then he said coldly: "Thank you for your advice, master, and say goodbye!"

He has always disliked people like monks and Taoists. He just picked up the pleasant words, but he didn't say anything in detail. His mother donated a lot of money to them to build the temple.

Mingli watched them walk out of the temple gate. The young disciple scratched his bald head and asked in confusion: "Master, you left your affairs in a hurry just to see him? Who is this person?"

Mingli rewarded him with a chestnut, "Don't ask any more questions! You must guard the temple gate these days to avoid causing trouble."

In ancient times, temple fairs were held outside the city, so the earlier the festival, the more lively it was. When noon approached, there were fewer people going up the mountain.

So by the time the master and servant Su Jing came out, most of the people in the square outside the temple had dispersed.

Xing'er asked, "Where are people?"

The house manager replied: "I think they have all gone back! Master, it's getting late, let's go back too!"

Su Jing: "Where is Shao Wenhong?"

Xing'er: "..."

Room manager: "..."

They seemed to have forgotten Mr. Shao.

At this time, the backyard of the temple shop.

Shao Wenhong, a foodie, is eating deliciously!
He only ate the tenderest part of the freshly baked crispy pork belly. Seeing that there were baked mixed-noodle pancakes in the store, he shamelessly asked for one, then sat on a small stool and baked it patiently.

During the period, I also ate some pickled bamboo shoots. This is the innovative way of eating by Grandma Fan. After the new bamboo shoots are scalded in boiling water, put them in the altar, add water and salt, and the most important thing is to add the old brine of pickled cabbage from last year, so that You only need to soak it for two or three days, and you can eat it. It is the most greasy and refreshing.

Fan Cuicui brought two full jars today, one jar was sold to pilgrims, and the other jar was bought empty. She said the masters liked it and asked her to send as much as she had, and they accepted it all.

Fan Cuicui took the opportunity to recommend the small pickles made by herself, waved her hand proudly, and said: As long as it tastes good, any pickles will do.

In this way, the Fan family's pickles will become the exclusive supply of Baima Temple, and there will be no need to worry about lack of sales in the future.

Shen Qing then gave her some advice and told her to go back and learn the craft from Fan Nai. Even if she got married in the future, she would have a stable income and not have to rely entirely on her husband's family, which would give her more confidence.

Fan Cuicui blushed and nodded, her mother said the same thing.

It doesn’t matter whether the person you marry is poor or rich. As girls, we all have to be capable and able to support half the sky.

The eldest girl saw that Fan Cuicui had a way to make money, so she couldn't sit still, she was tormenting Shen Qing, and asked her if she could give her the business of making fish nuggets.

Shen Qing was about to agree when he saw the three people coming back.

Xing'er asked bluntly: "Did you see the master who came with us?"

"Which one?" Shen Qing lowered his head and continued to pack his things.

Seeing her attitude, Xing'er thought she was perfunctory and became even more angry, "Girl, don't pretend to be confused! Didn't he say he wanted to eat freshly roasted pork belly before he went inside?"

Shen Qing looked at him with a half-smile, "Look what this uncle said, how can I pretend to be ignorant? This whole morning, the number of people who passed by me was not one thousand but eight hundred. As for the people who talked to me, there were even more." Yes, I can remember everything!"

"you……"

"However, there is a gluttonous son who is sternly guarding the oven in the backyard, insisting on eating freshly baked barbecue."

"That's right! It's him, what about the others?"

"He ate at least a catty of barbecue, another scone, half a bowl of pickled bamboo shoots, and two bowls of tea. He must have gone to the toilet!" At the end, she looked at the skinny young man, Seeing that he was also staring at her intently, she raised her eyebrows slightly and asked with her eyes.

"You, you, you!" Xing'er didn't care that she was so rude, she just said things like toilet, it was so vulgar, she was worthy of being a country girl.

The corners of Su Jing's mouth slowly curled up, and his deep black pupils emitted a strange light.

Manager Fang kept staring at the two of them, seeing that they seemed to be matching each other again, he hurried in to smooth things over, "Girl, how much tea do you have? Did you name it?"

Shen Qing: "It's called Crescent Bay Melon Pieces, and it's all wild tea trees on the mountain, and it can still yield about [-] catties."

The house manager thought for a moment and said, "Then give it all to me! How much silver is a pound?"

Shen Qing shook his head, "You always want to decide, up to five kilograms. One kilogram is priced at one tael of silver. For the rest, firstly, we can't produce so much tea, and secondly, I promise to send ten kilograms to Baima Temple, and I have to pay for the rest. When we send it to the selling point, we have to build a reputation first, and we can’t sacrifice the good for the sake of the bad, don’t you think so?”

The house manager looked at her appreciatively, "Okay, you can give as much as you have. We live in Maoer Hutong in the town. There is only one family there. When you go there, just ask the house manager."

"Okay!" Shen Qing smiled brightly, and hurriedly asked Huo Lin to bring a pen and paper, and write it down in front of them.

Su Jing was standing quietly by the side, pretending to be a quiet and handsome man, but when she saw her words, she couldn't help but her eyes twitched, "What did you write?"

Shen Qing took it for granted, "It's a word!"

The corners of Su Jing's eyes twitched even more fiercely, and the ghost-drawing talisman was better than this.This can't be called words, it's just a mess with a few ink spots.

Seeing the disgust on his face, Shen Qing smiled at him and said softly: "The little girl has never studied and doesn't know any words. It's just a mark made for the convenience of memory. I just need to recognize it myself!"

After saying that, she continued to draw. In fact, she was writing simplified Chinese characters, but the writing was too ugly. There was nothing she could do about it. The writing in her previous life was ugly.

Su Jing endured it again and again, but finally couldn't bear it any longer. She grabbed the pen and paper from her hand, swiped a few strokes, wrote the address and name, and signed her own name in the lower right corner.

On the way back, Xing'er thought about it again and again, and couldn't help but remind him, "Sir, people may not be able to read your handwriting, don't you think so?"

Su Jing in the sedan chair was silent for a moment, and shot cold arrows whizzing around.

Although it was separated by a curtain, Xing'er could still feel it outside.

He looked up at the sky and scratched his head in confusion, thinking that it was obviously a sunny day, but why did it suddenly become cold?

The weather is fine, sitting on the swaying bullock cart, people drowsy under the warm sun.

Er Ya leaned against Da Ya's arms, sleeping very soundly and sweetly, and Da Ya propped her face with one hand, and was about to fall asleep.

Fan Cuicui didn't go with them in the carriage, Fan Boss and his son came to pick her up, and the three of them were going to visit relatives and send some mountain goods.

Cao Yong also returned to town, and Huo Lin wanted to follow him to buy some spices.

Therefore, Cao Dahai drove the carriage to escort the three of them.

"Qing'er, what was written on that paper? I see you've been holding it, so you can tell what's going on?" Cao Dahai is happy today. Yesterday Erya's mother went to the temple to ask for a marriage lottery for her son, saying it was a good thing Nearly, today, Mrs. Wu will go to find a matchmaker to talk about marriage, and she will hear the result when she returns.

(End of this chapter)