The fairy city of the market man

Chapter 150 149. The Monk
When Shang San'er went to the Southern Jin Dynasty, Ah Chou was going to accompany him, and the two brothers were together.

The Qionghua dew brewed these days is enough to last for a while, but when Shishan Academy returns from traveling and giving lectures, the Lu family will definitely call Shangshang San'er to fight again.

Before leaving, he asked Tian Yu's father to bring some young Yamen soldiers to the tooth shop to build eight wine troughs, and asked the wine Taoist to make more wine jars, and when he returned from the Southern Jin Dynasty, he would brew more wine.

Before leaving the city, the twenty girls sent by Qizhen Pavilion this year also arrived, and they were resettled into the Kundao Mansion. Tang Nuo informed the city owner that the owner sent a letter saying that the Tang family has not been rich these years. I can lend [-] leaves.

After the war starts again, the Lu family will still need tens of thousands of catties of wine, and it is decided that some people will pay for some of the debt, and the insufficient merit leaves will also have to be credited. It is hard to say whether the capital will be seen in a short time.

The virtuous bamboo plant in the mansion only produces about 34 leaves a year, which is really not worth the trouble, but the rich and the rich can make money everywhere. Ah Chou can borrow four or five thousand, plus the profit from the brocade washed by the bright moon, it will be collected at the end of the year. It's not too difficult to get [-], so Shang San'er asked Tang Nuo to send a message to the head office to ask the asking price for the whirlwind.

Green Willow City does not cause cause and effect with the outside world, it sneaks into the city secretly and destroys rare treasures, it is only used to guard against ghosts, the weakness of the whirlwind, so it is not much to be feared.

Use the cheapest materials, and if the labor is not too expensive, you can eat enough food, pay [-] yuan before the end of the year, please make a set, and pay the remaining three to five years, it should be fine!

Qizhen Pavilion can still make money in terms of materials, and they are still begging for themselves, so they think they will not refuse.

It is confirmed here that before the departure, there were two more cries of babies in the city.

They are Wei Qing and Han Si.

There are no stable wives in the city, and before giving birth, only women with childbirth experience, such as Mrs. Shang, Chen Wu's wife, and Tian Yu's wife, are invited to help each other deliver the baby.

Wei Qing in the woodcarving shop has a sharp sense of morality, but when he gets along with each other on weekdays, he really looks like a piece of wood. For some reason, among the woodcarvings he makes, he likes to imitate the white crane from the Zhao family the most. He named Muhe Wei He, which made his daughter-in-law very angry.

Han Si's daughter-in-law in the city lord's mansion was born only one day later than Wei Qing's. She was also a boy. Han Sile went to the grocery store and wine shop to announce the good news first, and then went to the public school. Character.

It is not easy for a high-ranking immortal to get a child without the help of Zizao, Wei Qing is lucky, Han Si is just a low-ranking, the rest Zhong Xiong, Lei Yu, Bao Zhengshan, etc., and Lu Niangzi who has been married for many years and has two husbands , not so lucky.

There are countless dangers in the childbirth of common people's women. Compared with it, human immortals are much better.

In late May, two new boys were born in the city, making the narrow-minded mother-in-law of the clothing store very jealous. , when arguing with Zhang Guoguo and swearing in the street, it is better to save it, for fear of really annoying her.

Hearing that Xiao Guisun was going to the Southern Jin Dynasty, he was really thankful for asking them to help look after the city. He hoped that this guy would not come back until his daughter-in-law gave birth again.

Shang San'er and A Chou went out at the end of May to Canggou City in the Southern Jin Dynasty.

When I went out, the peach blossoms had already faded, and some green fruits had grown on the small peach trees on both sides of the street.

The two-year-old peach tree turned out to be only a few, but Shang San'er began to miss home before he left the house.

Out of the east gate, he rode a dog, and Ah Chou's family could fly, and they all went to the southeast. It was far away, and it took seven or eight days to go one way.

On a certain day in June, the sky was clear.

A slightly obese monk, wearing cassock and a pair of cymbals hanging from his waist, stepped into the green willow from the west gate.

This monk has no beard on his face, and his face is full of oil.

Came alone.

In front of the carriage gate, a skinny, dying old man was sitting on a chair basking in the sun. Seeing the gray robe and the red cassock, he rubbed his eyes. Stumble on the threshold.

The monk stepped forward to help the old man, and asked kindly: "Old layman, slow down, can you still get up?"

The skinny old man pushed his hand away and shouted: "Get up! Get up! Don't worry about Buddha!"

The word "Buddha" is rarely called a monk outside of Buddhism, but it has already been vented.

The fat monk smiled, stopped his hands, and took two steps back: "Then you slow down!"

Watching the old man get up, fled into the room tremblingly, turned and walked onto Xizheng Street.

The drugstores, restaurants, wine shops, and the newly opened porridge shops along the street didn't respond, but there were already three people in front of the carriage behind him who found a way to go out, peeked at his back and ran back.

At the intersection, stop outside the tea house and listen to what is said inside.

Inside, someone was pleading: "Wei Qing has a baby! Auntie, I was hiding in the mountains a few years ago and couldn't find a woman. I'm going astray, but it's not that I don't regret it! Longyang County was captured, and the Lu family sent it to me again." Those who come here are not perfect, and there are some old ones, it doesn't matter, but I don't pick them, I dare not ask others, pointing out that one can be successful? When they get married, they don't care about the past with each other, and live in harmony. It will hurt her too!"

After he finished speaking, another voice sounded, it was miserly: "Ma'am, I grew up under your watch, and I am also like your son. The old Shang family came to the city, no matter how weak, my old Cao's green willow Big family, there is only one single seedling left! If you can’t find a daughter-in-law and no descendants, maybe someday, no one will offer incense in the ancestral hall. Isn’t it pitiful? Don’t say that Han Si, the concierge of your family, married his wife and gave birth to a child. There are quite a few women in the house and outside the house, you have nothing to say, I, Cao Si, have a worse temper than him? How can I not love my wife?"

A woman's voice sounded: "You don't need to see the sky to grind, and it's not that I won't help you find it, but it's different from others, I always have to wait for me to take a look, and don't tell me when I meet the right one. If you don't know it, you have to wait to nod your head, and if you really insist on getting married, after you find out, there might be a lot of trouble!"

"Ouch! What's the matter?"

Hearing this, the fat monk didn't wait any longer, turned around the corner, stepped into the door, and called out, "Master, a bowl of tea!"

The scene in the tea house, other tea guests are drinking tea quietly, and some people are playing chess. Dr. Tea is a beautiful woman. On the wicker chair closest to her cabinet, there is a noble old woman sitting upright, and two people standing bent over in front of her There are two men, one with scars on his face, Kuiba is strong and strong, and the other is handsome and smart, very young.

The fat monk found it hard to believe that the flattering and flattering proposals before were uttered by such two men.

He begged for tea and asked all the people in the tea house to come over.

Glancing at it, the burly man with the scar on his face suddenly uttered "Ouch", his feet swayed, and he almost couldn't stand still, and shouted: "Ma'am, I have something to do at home, I'll look for you tomorrow!"

Turn around and run away.

There are two doors in the tea house. The fat monk entered the shop from the East Street, and the man ran out through the door on the North Street, not passing the monk.

Shortness of breath, frivolous steps, around the road, to avoid him.

It's not that he's in a bad mood, it's that he's really scared to the bone.

The waiter of the tea house was also a young woman, who asked first, "Master, has the protocol department reported it?"

In this world, monks and Taoists are almost all cultivators, and he doesn't have a companion by his side, and he can't be an ordinary merchant.

Anyone who went to the protocol department to report had to go outside the tea house, and she didn't see this monk today.

The fat monk patted his bald head, oiled his hand, and answered her: "Don't walk around outside, forget it! I'm thirsty, just drink a cup of tea!"

The waitress shook her head: "That can't be sold!"

In front of the tea cabinet, the old woman was staring at him just like the other tea guests, and the handsome young man said, "Mr. Tu Er's family, this great monk has just entered the city, so you should sell him a bowl first." Drink, please go to the protocol department, what can you do? You are a yamen soldier, but you are not!"

The female waiter glanced at the counter and didn't speak again, but she didn't move her feet or mouth. The female tea doctor on the counter was also quiet and didn't make tea.

The fat monk smiled wryly, and sighed, "Yes! The monk will report to the police first, and then drink tea!"

Before turning around and leaving, he asked the crowd again: "Ladies and gentlemen, are there any middle-aged people in the city?"

This green willow is just two streets away, and the output of several shops is easy to ask and find. How can there be any need to hire a middleman?
The tea guests didn't speak at all, only the handsome young man replied: "There are no ordinary people in our city. If the great monk wants to invite a middleman, he must give a leaf of merit for a day!"

In every city in the world, there is no such expensive middleman, the monk actually nodded: "Success!"

The handsome young man clapped his hands and jumped over: "I am a middle-aged man! There is no place or person in this city that Cao Si is unfamiliar with!"

The fat monk also had no objection: "Yes! Take me to the protocol department first!"

Cao Si was overjoyed, and rushed to the front: "Master, please follow me!"

The second daughter-in-law of Tu, who runs the hall, is Zi Ying, the maid who used to be by the side of Longshan God Chang Jiujiu, now married to a low-ranking daughter-in-law who is also a ninth-rank daughter-in-law. Apart from the occasional worry about her belly not moving, she is already living a good life.

When the two of them went out and walked away, the second daughter-in-law of Tu asked Mrs. Shang softly: "Madam, is there any hindrance?"

Different from her own man, she is a delicate person, Mrs. Shang is not scheming, she has been working in the tea house for so long, she can already see some changes in her expression.When the monk came in, Mrs. Shang saw something strange on her face for the first time, which made her think something was wrong, so she refused to serve the monk tea.

Now only Zhen Yaoshen is inside, drinking tea and playing chess with Chen Wu, I heard that he is not very skilled at the ninth level, if there is something wrong, send the monk away, so she can call some more.

Mrs. Shang shook her head: "Personality comes from the heart. Looking at his face, he has a strong temper and protects his weaknesses. There is a lot of regret in his brows and eyes. It's just strange, nothing else!"

In the protocol department, Bao Zhengshan, who was called by Cao Si and still covered in sawdust, asked and took notes: "Name?"

"Xiuji!"

"Where did you come from?"

"Buddha's Ear-Picking Arhat Temple!"

"How far is the road, cultivation level?"

"Fifth order, uh, Earth Immortal!"

Bao Zhengshan's hand trembled, and the pen that was written was useless.

Next to the monk, Cao Sina, the junior, was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, and asked after a long pause, "Mo Mo swindler, is it true?"

The fat monk turned his head and grinned at him: "Anxin, your merit leaf is indispensable!"

(End of this chapter)