Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 216 Double Ninth Cake (3)

  Under the sun, the red stone tablet with white background seems to be getting more and more bloody.

  Bai Zhu frowned and gave a "hmm" and said, "Then what? Has the stele worked?"

The clerk opened his mouth, and wanted to say "it works", but he saw Bai Zhu's really not good-looking face, and thought that after the new emperor ascended the throne, he wondered if it was because of the former emperor's asking for immortality, so he could As for the supreme sage, down to the government, they don't advocate any talk of joy. And the younger you are, the less you believe in this!

The young Master Sicheng of Dali Temple did not believe such things at first glance, so he thought about it as a buddy, and hurriedly said: "Who knows! The medicinal materials of the left and right daughters are hanging, and they can hang for a day! "

   It's not necessarily to please Bai Zhu, thinking about the face of the owner of Linliu Village, the guy feels that what he said is also true.

"After all, it's a serious illness. Even if the thousand-year-old ginseng is hanging, it's useless." The man said, "The owner of Linliu Village can walk a few steps from the door to the sedan chair, trembling and crumbling, with that expression on his face. It's even more white without a trace of blood, and several times I saw the owner coughing up blood!"

   All in all, the owner of Linliu Village really looked like his time was numbered.

  Bai Zhu said "Yes", and asked the clerk: "He has no children under his knees, and since he has suffered a serious illness, has there been any mention of how to deal with this tens of thousands of wealth?"

Speaking of this, the man suddenly became energetic: "You are not only curious about this, but I am also very curious! Because the owner of Linliu Village really doesn't even have any relatives, even if he wants to give money to the family, he has no way People can give it to me. At first, I thought that his money was filled by the government, and then maybe he used it to give to the people, and he died as a good person. I didn’t expect it...it’s not at all!"

  Bai Zhu looked at the spirited buddy, took out another piece of broken silver from his sleeve pocket and handed it over.

  The eyes of the guy who received the broken silver were all lit up, and he said everything in one go while taking the silver and shouting "Thank you, sir".

"At first, everyone thought so, but one time, the bearers who carried the sedan chair in Linliuzhuang came to drink tea with me. I asked by the way, my lord, what do you think the bearers said?" ?” said the man.

  Bai Zhu immediately took over the conversation: "How do you say it?"

   The man who got the cooperation became more enthusiastic about his speech: "The owner of Linliu Village is really rich and greedy, and he was already prepared to take Wan Guan's wealth into the grave with himself!"

  When the word "grave" was mentioned, several guards around Bai Zhu subconsciously glanced at each other: the commonality really came!

  Although he was excited in his heart, the guards on the face still didn't have much reaction. Ren Baizhu continued to answer: "He did it like this?"

Hearing the other party's astonishing tone as his own, the buddy became even more excited: "Has your lord never seen such a person before? I have never seen one either! I heard that before the serious illness, the owner was already preparing for his death , the posthumous scene of Dao the bearer is really ready to be that rich and idle person in the future!"

When Bai Zhu heard this, he gave a "hmm", thought for a while, and then asked the buddy: "People close their eyes and don't know anything. How can the owner of the villa guarantee that after his death, the people who help him prepare for the show will know?" Do it? Are you not afraid that the manager will take the money and run away?"

  After all, what the owner of Linliu Village brings to the soil is not a small amount, even if he has been in charge for many years, he may not be unmoved.

When clinker heard Bai Zhudao's word "manager", the assistant laughed: "How can the owner of Linliu Village let the manager do such things? Of course, he should let someone who is already in this business do it! "

  Bai Zhu raised his head and glanced at the man: "What kind of business?"

The clerk pointed casually and pointed in the direction of the city: "There are only those who do that kind of business, and I don't know the details... Hey, but the tombstone should be made by the Yuanjia Tombstone Shop in the city. Today Shuangyang, early in the morning, the manager of the village went to deliver Buddhist scriptures and cassocks!"

  Hearing this, Bai Zhu raised his head and looked out of the window at the elegant and elegant Linliu Village again. After looking at it for a while, he couldn't help but sneered: "That's how it is!"

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Chongyang is only a few days after the Mid-Autumn Festival. Although he claims to be under the age of Chongyang, Wang He still accepts it with a cold face and "reluctantly" when he thinks of the mooncakes in the Mid-Autumn gift box that are "still available to eat". Thanks to Yu Jijiu's kindness.

  The square-sized Chongyang wooden box is exquisitely carved. In all fairness, the festive pastries made by a small public kitchen are not inferior to those from restaurants outside.

Xun Zhou, who was studying, looked up at Wang He with a cold face. After the person who gave the gift box left, he got up and walked to the gift box sent by Yu Jijiu and asked Wang He: "Teacher, the students want to see this gift box. Can you open it and have a look?"

  Wang He took the initiative to make a sound with a glance, and Xun Zhou, who passed the steps, coughed and said: "Then... open it and have a look!"

  The wooden box lid of the Mid-Autumn Festival gift box was lifted, revealing the Chongyang cake cut into squares inside. Looking at the cake filled with sprinkles, Wang He immediately took a piece and put it into his mouth.

  Xun Zhou looked at the white porcelain pot next to the Double Ninth Cake, and there were three rather elegant and delicate characters of "Osmanthus honey" on it.

  Open the stopper of the white porcelain jar, a strong honey fragrance mixed with the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus pours out immediately, Wang He, who is comfortably refusing the soft glutinous Double Ninth Cake in his mouth, looks up here.

  When Xun Zhou, a good student, saw Wang He's actions, he immediately handed over the sweet-scented osmanthus honey in his hand.

After Wang He took the tour, he poured some sweet-scented osmanthus honey on the Chongyang cake. The sweet-scented osmanthus honey was fragrant and sweet. The taste is getting richer and richer, and it is really hard to refuse for those who love sweets.

The Chongyang cake was poured with sweet-scented osmanthus honey. Before I knew it, three pieces of Chongyang cake had been eaten, and a half of the pot of sweet-scented osmanthus honey was used up. Wang He took the sweet-scented osmanthus honey back into the gift box and said to Xun Zhou: " The sage advocates frugality, so you don’t need to buy any small snacks on the road, just use this!”

  Xun Zhou didn't puncture Wang He's original intention, and nodded in agreement with a smile.

  Wang He said again: "When I go out to visit friends, don't go out if you have nothing to do. Study hard and study hard!"

  Xun Zhou nodded again, picked up the packed luggage, and sent Wang He out.

After walking two steps, Wang He stopped again, and turned to look at Xunzhou: "I'm not such a stingy person, and I'm not as guilty as a woman. It's okay to take care of that old man Wen Xuance's daughter. There is only one thing you need to remember !"

   Xun Zhou hurriedly asked Wang He what was the matter.

  Wang He glanced at him, and said: "The group of people in Dali Temple have been dealing with vicious people all day long. You can see that Wen Xuance's daughter is fine, but don't want to get involved with them or get into trouble, understand?"

  (end of this chapter)