The red building is so arrogant

Chapter 467 Resource Reuse

[Only in the evening, I will continue to add updates for the leader tomorrow. 】

That gift was of course given by Jiao Shun.

After all, he is a man who has nothing to do with gambling and drugs. He may procrastinate and hesitate about other things, but he never hesitates when spending money on women.

But he said that he gave gifts in the name of Zhao Guoji, and had lunch with Mrs. Xu in the main room, so he went back to the east chamber to catch up on sleep, and slept until Shen Zheng [four o'clock in the afternoon] before getting up in a daze.

After being served by Shi Qi Yu Chuan and simply washed up, he suddenly remembered that he needed to annihilate the evidence, so he hurriedly dismissed Si Qi and briefly told Yu Chuan about the matter.

In fact, after being smashed by Mrs. Wang in Changcui nunnery last time, Yu Chuan was so frightened that he was out of his wits. When he came back, he thought about throwing away those 'old clothes', but his uncle got worse...

Now that she heard that the stolen goods were going to be sold, she naturally agreed with it.

Immediately, I was going to go to the west wing to get the things, and then sent them to the kitchen to be burned.

However, as soon as Yu Chuan turned around, Jiao Shun suddenly changed his mind: "Don't rush to burn it, you go back and pack it up, and when Grandpa goes out later, just throw it away."

As soon as Yuchuan heard this, he knew that the uncle must have some other purpose.

Although he was a hundred times unhappy in his heart, how dare he disobey Jiao Shun's order?
He could only reluctantly agree, and went to the West Wing to wrap a few small clothes into his baggage.

Jiao Shun thought that he would probably spend the night outside, so he wanted to go to the Nanwu to say hello to Xing Xiuyan and tease his daughter by the way.

As a result, when he got to the south room, he saw Xing Xiuyan, Xiangling, and Hongyu sitting around and counting the accounts, crackling the abacus, and he said clearly: "The accounts for the spices have been delivered?"

"It was delivered in the afternoon."

Xing Xiuyan got up and passed a note: "This is a rough estimate of the income and expenditure. There may be discrepancies in some small accounts, but it should be roughly the same."

Jiao Shun nodded slightly, took it and glanced at it casually, and found that because of August 2th, this month's income was quite considerable, with a total of about [-] taels.

Among them, just selling aquatic products alone made a net profit of 4000 taels of silver.

These were all sent by the river yamen of the provinces. After all, Jiao Shun had just presided over the request for funds and approvals for the river in the first half of the year.

Fresh goods are delivered to nearby provinces, and dry goods are delivered to distant provinces. There are fresh goods from the sea.

For the dozen or so members of the Jiao family, there is no place to put them, let alone eat them.

Fortunately, there is a company in the capital that specializes in purchasing these ceremonies. It is the same way as later generations recycle high-end tobacco and alcohol, so it is not troublesome to deal with.

Although there are a little more taps in the middle, the advantage is that the identity of the seller is never asked, and there is no default in payment of money and goods.

Therefore, what Wang Xifeng said is correct. Even if he does not directly embezzle and accept bribes for such a first-class vacancy as the head of the Department of Affairs, he can still save money in a year by relying on the "earth rituals" during the festivals and the ice and charcoal worship in summer and winter. One hundred thousand net worth.

This is because of Jiao Shun's obedience to the rules, otherwise, he only needs to open his mouth a little bit wider, and three to five million taels of silver can be obtained at his fingertips.

but……

His recent expenses are really not small. It costs 8000 taels to increase capital and expand production, and 8000 taels of silver to spend on women.

In addition, seeing that the new house on Zijin Street has entered the final stage, it will cost a lot of money to buy furniture at that time. After calculations here and there, the [-]th day of August this year was actually wasted.

"Oh, it's hard to be an upright official."

Jiao Shun put the income and expenditure data back on the table, and tapped on it again with his fingers: "If my wife wants to ask, first understate the report by 2000 taels."

Xing Xiuyan didn't ask why, but nodded in agreement, then took out the women's essays, handed them to Jiao Shun, and said, "I made the annotations according to the master's intention, do you think it's okay?"

Although Jiao Shun's handwriting has improved in the past two years, if compared with these literary and artistic young women in Rongguo Mansion, it really can't be compared.

What's more, he is also incapable of choosing words, making sentences and citing scriptures.

Therefore, it is all about explaining the general direction, and then entrusting Xing Xiuyan to make specific comments.

Jiao Shun had a general look over it, and seeing that there were no obvious mistakes, he returned it to Xing Xiuyan: "You can send it directly to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion in a while, and let them revise it again today and tomorrow. It must be finalized before the second day of junior high school."

The specific plan for retaliating against the Mei family this time is roughly the same as Jiao Shun's original plan.

However, some details have changed.

For example, it was originally planned to publish these articles with hidden flaws at the same time, but after repeated negotiations, it was changed to be published in batches.

That is: at the beginning of the year, I only published a well-balanced article in the summer newspaper, and then submitted other flawed articles to several newspapers that were published every five and ten, and at the same time tried to throw that essay out. .

This will help the event continue to ferment.

Moreover, the essays appear before the flawed articles, which is more conducive to reversal afterwards.

Some unscrupulous media in later generations will first quietly post the "truth" on the Internet, and then carry out negative publicity. After the incident is fermented, they will guide the people who eat melons to "discover" the "truth" that has been prepared long ago, so as to Create the so-called reversal, and finally achieve the effect of hype.

To put it bluntly, it means to promote first or to suppress first.

Although there is no "Internet memory" now, as long as the ambush is laid in advance, a similar reversal effect can be produced.

Less gossip.

After dealing with these trivial matters, Jiao Shun guarded Xing Xiuyan and his daughter for more than half an hour, until he came back from Laiwangsan, and then he said that he would go out for an appointment at night, put on his burden, and drive his own mule cart in a low-key way. Exit the back door of Rongguo Mansion.

…………

At the same time, inside the Muni courtyard.

For two days and one night, Miaoyu struggled to decide whether to become a 'Foyuan', but before she could make a decision, she faced a new trouble.

It's approaching evening.

Two middle-aged nuns knocked on the presiding meditation room, and saw Miaoyu meditating with eyes closed when they entered, they looked at each other and hesitated whether to speak or not.

Seeing Jingyi at the side, she said, "If you have anything to say, just say it directly, senior sister... the host will make a decision after hearing it."

The two middle-aged nuns pushed and shoved each other for a while, and then one of them said: "We didn't dare to interrupt the presiding over the Qingxiu, but it is related to the livelihood of our Muni Academy, and we really can't delay."

"livelihood?"

Jingyi wondered: "What exactly is it, you should explain it clearly."

The middle-aged nun who spoke first gave a hug to her slightly fat companion, and the fat nun had no choice but to continue: "It will be the fasting meeting on the fifth day of the next month—in the past, when the old host was here, she would personally come to invite the family members, but now... ..."

When she first settled down in the Muni Court, Jingyi had also heard about the Zhaihui, and knew that it was a regular alms-raising project of the Muni Court every month.

Thinking about the "livelihood" issue just mentioned, she immediately frowned and asked, "How much money do we still have in our account?"

"This……"

The two nuns looked at each other, then lowered their heads at the same time, and said in a low voice, "It's only less than 30 taels of silver."

Jingyi's eyes widened and she lost her voice, "Nuo Da Muniyuan, how could there be only 30 taels of silver in the account?!"

"Yes, it's less than 30 taels."

The fat nun made a correction, and explained: "There are always two accounts in the temple, one is the private account of the host, and the other is the public account of the temple. The monthly income is first entered into the private account, and then allocated to the public account. For upward dialing—now that the old host has picked up the bill and gone to another place, this private account is naturally..."

Jingyi naturally understood what she meant, so she hurriedly asked again: "Leaving aside the private account, is there a list of the lay people invited by the Zhai Club in the past? Even if there is no list, you should know the regular customers, right?"

The skinny nun said with a bitter face: "Usually, during the fasting meeting, we were just doing odd jobs outside. The confidantes who came forward were all trusted disciples of the old host, but now they are also ordering together with the host..."

"Don't you know any of them?"

"There are, there are three or four."

As the fat nun said, she took out a list from her sleeve and handed it to Miaoyu respectfully, but Miaoyu didn't respond at all.

Fortunately, Jingyi hurriedly reached out to take it, which avoided embarrassment.

The fat nun took two steps back, and said falteringly: "But we recognize her, but they may not recognize us."

Jingyi heard the unfinished meaning in her words, first glanced at the mostly empty list in her hand, then raised her eyes to look at the fat nun and asked: "So, if I ask you to wait to come forward to invite, I'm afraid most of them won't succeed? "

The fat nun looked at the thin nun, and the thin nun looked at the fat nun, and they all bowed their heads in agreement.

Jingyi gritted her teeth, intending to have an attack, but she also knew that they couldn't be blamed for this, so she asked again: "How much does the temple usually spend?"

"It used to be more."

The skinny nun hurriedly said: "Because many seniors and seniors have left recently, our success rate has always been low... Oops!"

When she was halfway through speaking, she suddenly cried out in pain, but it was the fat nun who stomped her foot hard, and the fat nun laughed and said: "If you don't care about hosting, the daily expenses of the temple will be enough for two taels of silver."

Originally, the temple was divided into three, six, and nine classes. According to the past practice of the fat nun and others, plus other expenses in the temple, one tael or seven silver per day is enough. She reported two taels, which is obviously compared to the old Host the treatment of trusted disciples.

The skinny nun suddenly understood, and hurriedly echoed.

Although Jingyi could hear the tricks in it, she didn't intend to argue with the two of them for a while.

She silently calculated in her heart, if according to what the fat nun said, the temple's monthly expenses would be 60 taels of silver, and if the cost of her own young lady's fine clothes and food was included, it would probably be at least 100 taels!
After finishing the calculation, she found a random reason to send the two nuns away, and then looked at Miaoyu who was sitting cross-legged, hesitant to speak.

"Ah~"

After a long time, Miaoyu opened her eyes and sighed, clenched her silver teeth and said, "I'm afraid this is also in his scheme."

"Senior Sister said..."

Seeing Miaoyu's unwillingness and resistance, Jingyi hurriedly changed her words: "Senior sister is familiar with the scriptures, and her understanding of Buddhism and Zen is still higher than that old thief nun. If she is willing to come forward and hold a fasting party, she will be able to raise more money. .”

After a pause, he added another sentence: "If the usual incense offerings are stopped, ten taels of silver a month should be enough for expenses."

Compared with the three meals of the nuns, the incense offerings in the main hall are the most expensive in the temple.

But the latter sentence also reveals the truth, showing that she is actually not optimistic about Miaoyu going to beg for alms.

In terms of understanding of Buddhism alone, Miaoyu dare not say that she is better than the old host, at least she is on par, but the problem is that she is practicing with hair, and her temper is...

Besides, most of the donations to the Muni Academy are women, and they will not pay for Miaoyu's appearance, and it may even cause counterproductive effects.

But seeing Miaoyu shaking her head again and again: "The inheritance of the Muni Temple has not been broken for a hundred years. We stopped the incense and worship as soon as we came. Don't say that the lay Buddhists are inevitably suspicious, so how can you and I bear it?"

After hearing this, Jingyi couldn't help but secretly smiled wryly. Miss Xindao's temper of wanting face and suffering, I'm afraid she won't be able to change it for the rest of her life.

"Then this feast..."

"Don't worry, let me think about it again."

Miaoyu shook her head again, the resistance on her face was much stronger than when Jiao Shun was mentioned before.

To be a "Foyuan" is to close the door to cover one's ears and steal the bell, but to hold this ceremony, it is inevitable to deal with all kinds of people. When she thinks of talking about Buddhism with those ignorant fools, and even pretending to flatter them, she full of repulsion, even fear.

If you really want to look closely, her usual attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away is actually not without social fear factors.

Seeing her like this, Jingyi couldn't say anything more, and it happened that the bell for dinner rang outside, so she went to the kitchen to get vegetarian dishes.

Just about to send Miaoyu's "host special offering" to the meditation room, suddenly the nun guarding the gate came looking for it in a panic and with a happy face, and before she approached, she shouted: "Senior sister, senior sister, who bought it for the host?" The Master of the Lower Muni Academy is here!"

Jingyi was taken aback, she didn't know whether she should tell Miaoyu or go out to meet Jiao Shun, several nuns rushed over after hearing the news, some said they would inform the presiding officer for her, some urged them to come in and out to meet her. of.

The level of enthusiasm was even higher than yesterday when two masters and servants entered the master's Muni courtyard.

Gein, two nuns who are fat and thin, have already told what they saw and heard in the presiding meditation room just now. Everyone is a little pessimistic about the future situation. When they suddenly heard that a "big gold master" came to the door, they naturally hoped that they could tie up a long-term meal ticket .

Jingyi couldn't refuse, so she walked out quickly.

At that time, Jiao Shun had already entered the courtyard gate, and was striding in with a small bundle.

Jingyi hurriedly greeted him, and because it was not convenient to take him directly to Miaoyu's meditation room, she simply led Jiao Shun to the Daxiong Palace, ordered people to serve tea quickly, and sent people again in front of Jiao Shun Go ask Miaoyu.

"Not urgent."

But Jiao Shun raised his hand and handed the burden to Jing Yi: "I'm sending this to you to host, just say that I'm only here to wait for her for a quarter of an hour."

Jingyi froze for a moment, then hurriedly took over the burden, and rushed out of the Daxiong Palace with a plea to Jiao Shun.

When she turned the corner and saw no one left or right, she took a look and lifted the bundle, her pretty face immediately flushed with blood, and her hands were trembling, wishing she could throw these things out of the temple gate!
Needless to say, it is naturally the obscene clothes sorted out by Yuchuan.

Jiao Shun had thought about changing the costumes of Miaoyu's master and servant before, but it happened that the family wanted to "sell the stolen goods", so he simply came to reuse resources.

And because he usually picks up the first-class pieces and tears them up, the remaining few are all 'treasures', Jingyi feels ashamed just by looking at them, let alone sending them to Miaoyu to wear.

But thinking of the previous experience of the master and the servant, as well as the current situation, she hesitated for a while, and still gritted her teeth and sent this thing to the presiding meditation room.

(End of this chapter)