Peck of Rice Immortal Fate

Peck of Rice Immortal Fate Chapter 70

2020-11-07

Chapter 70 Wonderful People

In the early morning mist, the south-facing side door of Fuyuan Temple opened, and the monks moved out of the long Tables and benches, weighing and measuring buckets, are arranged at the door.

At the same time, farmers from Shili Baxiang have long been queuing up here in the starry night, waiting to pay their land rent.

Although they waited from midnight to dawn, they were already hungry and their mouths were dry, but they did not dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction on their faces.

Who doesn't know that the biggest landlords in a hundred miles are the monks of Fuyuan Temple.

These peasant households are renting the fields of the temple, and they are tenants who are attached to Fuyuan Temple. Today is the day to pay the land rent. They came to the town early in the morning, carrying various food crops.

It is also ironic to say that the rice and wheat in the bag are usually reluctant to eat, and they save it to pay the rent.

Fuyuan Temple is a big temple with thousands of people in it. Every day they eat, drink, shit and piss, and they need to spend a lot of money.

Just like Fang Dou's original world, a network writer at a certain point, no matter how big the gods rush to the street, can only rely on the reward to eat, and the long-term subscription is the bulk of the income.

The main income of Fuyuan Temple is divided into two parts, land rent and loan.

The temple already owns all the land nearby, and the believers donate their family property, accumulating over a long period of time, it seems to be the largest local landlord.

In addition, the gold and silver money accumulated in the temple flows into a rich cash flow, which is enough to support the primordial credit industry.

Two roads of wealth run in parallel, and Fuyuan Temple grows day and night. The Buddha statues in each hall are clothed in hundred zhang satin and painted with thick gold lacquer.

The lanterns in each hall and courtyard are kept on day and night, and special monks add sesame oil overnight to replace the wick.

As for the incense sticks and coils burned every day, there are more than 10,000 catties.

The monks all had their mouths full of oil, their bodies were fat, and their faces were shiny.

In contrast, these peasant households lining up to pay rent are all skinny, their clothes are oversized, and their faces are disheveled. Obviously, they are usually not full.

The principal of the rent collection has not yet come out. The monks who were arranged at the scene were dressed in dark gray robes and were formal workers at the Second Stage. All of them were tall and stout.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if the peasants present make trouble and refuse to pay the rent, they are by no means the opponents of these monks.

One hour later, the sun has risen high in the sky, and the sun is starting to dazzle.

"Yawn!"

A fat white monk, wearing a red robe, came to the door yawning. The monks who had been waiting for a long time swarmed up and supported them. Pull the table and stool, and wait for him to sit down.

At a tea stall not far away, the shop assistant with a white scarf on his shoulders pointed at the monk, "Here, that's the Elder Brother of the Jingtang, martial law, and the chief of rent collectors this year!"

Fang Dou looked towards the monk and smiled. Isn't this an acquaintance? I met him once at the county gold and silver shop. It turned out that he was the famous 'Eldest Senior Brother'.

Yes, Fang Dou was here early in the morning for this Eldest Senior Brother.

Half a month ago, Fang Dou ate cold shoulder, and instead of walking away, he stayed in a small town and asked around for news.

He wandered around in restaurants, tea stalls, etc., from the bottom of the market, inquired about the anecdotes in Fuyuan Temple, and the one who heard the most was the Eldest Senior Brother, the scripture hall.

Jingtang, an institution of Fuyuan Temple, is where the scriptures are usually passed and recited, which is equivalent to the pre-employment education Academy.

The position of Eldest Senior Brother in Jingtang is equivalent to the president of the student council in the Academy, and it is the kind with authority, with funds in hand.

There are no chores and troubles, it is expensive and there is no shortage of oil and water. It is really a first-class beauty. Even in the Fuyuan Temple, many young monks in the Heavenly King Palace, Guanyin Hall, and Yakushi Hall are all jealous of this position.

However, the position that everyone is fighting for falls on this unremarkable Fatty Bai, which was really surprising at the time.

Some people even think that this person is extremely mediocre, unable to practice martial arts, and has shallow mana. Unless he is the illegal child of the abbot, how can good things fall on him!

As a result..., he is really the illegalimate child of the abbot.

The abbot found him from the village. After joining the temple, he immediately focused on training. At first, he was completely developing in the direction of successor.

It's a pity that this person's innate talent is mediocre.

The host of the abbot also gave up, and just wanted to protect him through the rest of his life.

Although this person is mediocre in aptitude, he usually does not have any deeds of bullying men and women, and his public opinion is not bad.

The beautiful job of collecting rent every year is scrambled by various halls and halls. It can be said to be very rich. As long as I can do it for one year, my net worth will increase by at least seven or eight houses and three or five beautiful concubines.

Senior red robe monks are not necessarily qualified, but martial law, as a gray robe monk, can get the beautiful job that others can't ask for, which proves that he has a deep background.

"It's all here, let's get started!"

Martial Law yawned, covered his mouth with his palms like a white-flour bun, and sat on the round stool beside him. The monk stepped forward diligently, opened the ledger for him, and licked the ink-filled brush that was already on the pen stand beside his hand.

"Let's start!"

Martial Law folded his hands in his cuffs and the monk's robes were wide, which was quite leisurely.

There are seven or eight monks standing next to them, all of whom are here to help today.

Farmers line up one by one to pay the land rent of the year, accompanied by their wives and children, bowing their waists and making promises in front of the monks.

The martial law was still strong at first, but after listening to the monks scolding the farmers, weighing the grain, and recording the jin liang paid by each person, they gradually lost interest, and the eyelids began to fight.

A moment later, a cry for mercy woke him up.

A young tenant couple knelt on the ground, holding on to a monk's clothes.

"Master, our food was fine when we went out. It must have been moldy because of dew on the road. I really don't blame me."

"You always have mercy. , this grain is only moldy on the outside, and the inside is still good, don't refuse it!"

The farmer was extremely frightened, if the monk refused to accept the rent for this year, he would be in the next year both principal and interest, double the amount to ask for.

Don't forget, the monks of Fuyuan Temple also have the function of lending, lending, collecting debts, destroying homes, auctions... One-stop service, keeping your family ruined.

The monk who was pulled by the corner of his clothes raised his legs slightly and kicked the farmer several times, knocking five teeth out of his mouth, and begging for mercy with his mouth full of blood.

"Forgive my life!"

The monk was in a hurry, "I still want to fill up the moldy food, and I want to poison to death, the Buddha?"

At this time, martial law was suspended He stood up slowly, "Jiexi Junior Brother, he calls himself Lord Buddha, but he has committed a lie, so don't change his words!"

The fierce and vicious monk a moment ago became extremely docile in the face of martial law. The couple with a headache and weeping, "These gangsters are trying their best not to pay the rent. Everyone in the temple has to eat. We have to make a fierce appearance." Let's go!"

Martial law stepped forward quickly, ignoring the bloody peasant, but helped the woman beside him, with a swayed mind, "The skin is really white, except for the slightly rough hands and tender arms. Slip!"

"Sister-in-law, your man bit his tongue and can't speak, so tell me!"

(end of this chapter)