Chapter 217 I laugh at others who can’t see through it
The old monk took the money box, shook his head at Gu Nanxi, recited Amitabha, and disappeared at the end of the street.
Gu Nanxi stared at the old monk's disappearing back with a trace of regret in her eyes.
Originally she thought the old monk could still bring out potatoes and sweet potatoes, but there was only one corn?
It seems that my aura is not strong enough!
Su Xuanming hugged the pottery jar tightly, his arms were stiff, and he did not dare to let go: "Auntie, why do you treat this monk so politely?"
Gu Nanxi sighed with emotion: " This is not a crazy monk, it is clearly Shennong who is alive!"
The ladies who wanted to persuade Gu Nanxi heard this, and their hearts skipped a beat. There were rumors that gods from all walks of life would come to congratulate them! life.
In the past there was the God of Medicine and Wenquxing, but today there is Shen Nong? !
As expected of Mrs. Yongchang Hou, Gu Nanxi!
If it were him, even if this crazy monk told him that he was Shennong, he would never believe it!
Everyone changed their dislike of the small clay pot and silently moved away from Su Xuanming. Only then did they dare to look at the small clay pot with awe. I don’t know what kind of gift Shennong gave to Mrs. Yongchanghou, but she was so happy that she was so happy!
It must not be a common thing!
Although it happened at night, there was no curfew in the Zhou Dynasty, and night life was rich and tight.
This scene naturally fell into the eyes of many people.
Soon, Shen Nong's birthday wishes to Mrs. Yongchang Hou spread to the surrounding areas with Fuquan Tea House as the center.
“I heard that Shennong turned into a crazy monk and gave Mrs. Yongchang Hou a small earthen jar. The food in it is inexhaustible.”
“These gods can It’s so funny, they either turn into Taoists or monks, and they all look slovenly.”
There are teas that are more religious. The guest glanced at the man: "What do you know?! That Shennong climbed all over the mountains and rivers, tasted hundreds of herbs, and could he wear a rich dress?"
"The last time a magic medicine formula was given to Mrs. Yongchang Hou She took out a thousand taels in exchange. This time Mrs. Yongchang Hou gave a whole box of banknotes. How much is that? ”
"What you should be thinking about is, what is so magical about this little clay pot? It is even more powerful than that magic medicine recipe!"
There are different opinions. Some say that the little clay pot is planted with fairy grass. Flowers, some people say that there is an endless supply of food in them, and some people say that this small clay pot is like the jade vase of Guanyin Bodhisattva, but it actually contains the fairy dew in the jade vase.
After all, this little clay pot is definitely not an ordinary thing!
In the lobby of Fuquan Teahouse, a man was smiling from ear to ear. He felt that everyone was drunk and I was the only one awake.
"Little Counter, why do you smile so obscenely?" A familiar tea guest noticed the little Counter's expression and asked curiously.
The little accountant grinned almost to the back of his head, and said as he walked out: "Buddha said, don't say it, don't say it!"
The little accountant came to a ruined temple, and before anyone entered, he said loudly : "Old monk, share the money!"
The little accountant walked in swaggeringly, took the box from the old monk's arms, opened it, and was instantly dazzled by the silver notes and gold ingots inside.
The little accountant's eyes were as big as bells, the muscles on his face were trembling, and he didn't know where to place his facial features.
I have never seen so much money in my life!
The old monk coughed twice and looked at the small accountant with regretful eyes: "Little Master, you saved my life. That little clay pot was originally used to repay you for saving my life."
The old monk begged all the way to Kyoto. It happened to be a hot day and he suffered from sunstroke and collapsed in this ruined temple. I happened to meet a small accountant who was passing by and casually fed him a spoonful of Huoxiang Zhengqi water, and then I pulled the old monk out of the hell gate.
The old monk was grateful for the good deeds and life-saving efforts of the little accountant, so he wanted to give away the crops in the small clay pot, but he did not expect...
The little accountant He picked up a heavy gold ingot, put it in his mouth, and bit it with his teeth. After confirming that it was real, he immediately became happy.
"You old monk, you are so ignorant! A small clay pot is not as valuable as these gold and silver jewelry! If you really want to repay me, I will share two-thirds of the money and you will share one-third!"< br>
The little accountant originally persuaded the old monk to give the small clay pot to Mrs. Yongchang Hou, and the two of them got 50/50 of the money.
But when he saw that the money was so much, enough to buy a small courtyard in Kyoto, the little accountant immediately became reluctant to give half of it to the old monk.
When the old monk saw the money-obsessed look of his young husband, he still refused to give up: "Little husband, money is an external possession. That little clay pot..."
The little accountant was impatient. He waved his hand: "Don't say so much! I am just a common person, and I only have money in my eyes!"
The old monk sighed and watched the little accountant divide the money into three. He took away two piles himself, leaving only one pile for the old monk.
Before leaving, the little accountant did not forget to tell the old monk: "From now on, we will go back to the bridge, and we will never know who each other is again!"
The little accountant While bouncing, he hummed: "It is said that Gu Nanxi is the most wise man in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and she and he are gods descended from the earth. I'm afraid she has never thought about it." Come on, she thinks the old monk Shen Nong is just a crazy monk! That little clay pot is also something I don’t want! Haha, so what if he is smart and can’t be manipulated by me?”
The old monk in the temple, listening to the footsteps of the small counting house and the arrogant laughter, lowered his eyes and recited Amitabha in a low voice.
“Everyone in the world knows that immortals are good, but only their fame can’t be forgotten! Everyone knows that immortals are good, but only gold and silver can’t be forgotten!”
One drink and one drink will form your own conclusion.
Outside the ruined temple, chaotic footsteps sounded again, and a group of monks were seen hurrying over, looking anxiously until they saw the old monk in the ruined temple safe and sound. Then they all chanted Amitabha.
As long as someone is willing to investigate the old monk's matter, they can find out that it was all caused by the small accountant behind the scenes.
In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, a group of people were ready to make a move, and they were itching.
"A small accountant can defraud Gu Nanxi of thousands of taels of silver! This shows that this is Gu Nanxi's weakness!"
"Women have long hair but short knowledge! I tied up the little accountant and learned from him that the little clay pot was just an ordinary little clay pot with only some unknown seeds in it, but it was actually golden. ”
Everyone was restless, feeling that if they continued to waste time, they would miss out on tens of thousands of taels!
"Ahem! Let's divide the gods in the sky. Don't mess up and reveal the secret!"
"Let's say it first, we can't do anything in this game. It's too rough. Don't just use some common items on the market to arouse Gu Nanxi's suspicion and block everyone's financial path!"
"Easy to say, easy to say!"
A group of big men sat around, muttering to each other, sharing one with you, and fighting for one or two spots from time to time.
What is being fought over is the quota, it is clearly the property of the Yongchang Marquis Mansion!
(End of this chapter)