The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

It was another morning. The vegetable farmers gathered at the gate of the city early in the morning with a burden and an ox cart, waiting to enter the city.

After watching all night, the gate guard ready to hand over yawned to greet the people who came to take over, and moved wearily to go home to sleep.

Everything seems to be normal, but when the hawker quietly enters the city and is ready to set up a stall in the west market, the people who open the breakfast shop also start to get busy. We all have some doubts. We always feel that there is something wrong today?

"Eh? What's on the wall?"

Finally, a sensitive vendor reacted. Why did many things like notices suddenly appear on the street wall that used to be bare and gray?

No wonder they didn't react at once. In fact, these papers filled with words were pasted too neatly, one at a time. They were as smooth as those measured with a ruler. There were a large number. Looking at all the blank walls, they were pasted. They were really integrated with the city wall without any sense of violation.

As the voice of doubt spread, the vendors who had not yet opened their business could not help but curiously gathered near the bottom of the notice and pointed their hands and feet in a hurry - they could not read

"Is there anyone who can read? Read it. What's written on it?"

For the ordinary people who can turn over and talk about trivial things for half a month, these notices pasted all over the city wall have a fatal attraction.

Such a big battle must have happened! The sooner they know, the sooner they can brag with others?

"Hey, isn't that whose baby sent to the academy to study? Call to have a look. What's written on it?"

There are only a few people who are familiar and literate. He was soon pulled out by the people who named him by name and surname. No matter whether they were dressed early in the morning, they were simply pulled out. A group of people were waiting for him to solve his doubts.

The poor scholar smiled helplessly, enjoyed the expectation of the villagers, coughed twice, and squinted at the notice.

At this look, his eyes widened.

"This... This is..."

"Don't this or that. What's written on it?"

Impatient vendors urged him. The poor scholar slowed down for a long time and said strangely: "there is a song written on it, the content..."

"What's the content? You say it more quickly!"

Taking a deep breath, the poor scholar did not read according to the words of the ballad, and very considerate translated it in vernacular.

"What's written above, to put it simply, is that Buddhism and Taoism are obviously merciful, but they are actually liars!"

Seeing the people staring at each other, the poor scholar was unhappy with their urging just now and sneered: "I didn't read it wrong, that's what it means. In the temple Taoist temple, there can be dozens of hundreds of passes of incense money every day, not counting the occasional big strokes of rich businessmen and senior officials."

"The meals are all produced in the fields under the temple Taoist temple. Occasionally add some vegetables, tofu and so on. How much can it cost?"

"The burning coals burned in winter are distributed closely to them first. Their only cost is the monk's robe and Taoist robe. In addition, a large amount of money is used to expand temples and Taoist temples, shape Buddha statues with gold, or toss some expensive and frightening magic tools to cheat!"

"Now the two lakes are flooded. They don't give porridge and medicine, and they don't go to the disaster area to recite scriptures and pray for the dead people. Even the new God sect is busy. It's still Semu people! They eat our sects and drink our sects for so many years, but they suddenly think they're all right!"

Then the poor scholar came, really angry, frowned and said, "although the ballads are exaggerated, what he said is also the truth."

"Now the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty have extended a helping hand to the refugees outside the city. You can see from the neat row houses outside that it cost a lot of money. But the Buddhist temples and Taoist temples that have always been charitable have not moved this time?"

Before the early morning mist was over, the whole of Kyoto exploded.

People are real people. They don't know what voluntary donation is, and they don't know what it is to help you. It's their duty not to help you.

Their simple thought handed down from generation to generation is that you have money, you preach benevolence and kindness, others do not talk about benevolence and kindness like you, but you do not, then you must be wrong!

It's nothing to think that the Buddhist temple and Taoist temple are not authentic, but it happens that in a place where many people gather, one or two "unsocial" people will suddenly appear and explain to you.

"It's not Taoist priest Baiyun's inaction, or the eminent monks' lack of compassion. It must be the other Taoists and monks under them who push and block, flatter the public and disobey the evil!"

"Let's think about it, not to mention the disaster years. Even on weekdays, eminent monks and Taoists often give porridge and medicine and open an altar to pray for everyone. How can they be indifferent to the disaster of the two lakes this time?"

"There must be some misunderstanding! Let's not wronged the good people!"

Speaking of this, the general public also reluctantly calmed down and whispered about what misunderstandings there were, but immediately, some gangsters who were not easy to provoke at first sight choked loudly.

"What misunderstanding can there be for so long? They can't see the congee stalls of the civil and military forces and shops in the Manchu Dynasty? Why can't they see the shadow of a monk or Taoist?"

"If you don't want to give money and food, just say it. Let's feed the dog all the incense money we gave before. In the future, we will pay more homage to our ancestors and recite Buddhism at home. Why do we get the same money as us? Who do we despise?"

"That's right! Why didn't someone else's Tianshen sect misunderstand? Did they just save their heart by seeing what other people's Tianshen sect did? It's unknown to bully the newcomers!"

With the rhythm, the people's anger, which had just subsided, sounded like an oil spilled fire.

When the crowd is angry, as long as someone in the crowd shouts, "whether it's a misunderstanding or not, let's ask ourselves." It was like a dragon with a head, and the dense crowd followed.

Carrying a burden and pushing the car, he blushed angrily and didn't forget to sell his own things to the confused pedestrians on the side of the road.

If you look down from the air at Kyoto at this time, you can see the crowd divided into dozens of groups, rolling to the most convenient Buddhist temples and Taoist temples.

Like a snowball, more and more people are taking part in the fun. Except that they can't get away, when they see such a fun that is rare in a hundred years, they must follow and have a look.

In the quiet Imperial City, Li Guangxiao listened nervously to the chaotic cries outside the imperial city. He felt that the movement was bigger than the rebellion

"Chang Rui, you made this trend. How do you end now?"

Li Li's messy hair was blown by the wind. Jiang qianxia casually threw a look of "watching me perform". Without even saying a word, he climbed onto his husband's strong back, and the couple jumped down from the high wall.

Her husband came back from the port all night. If he didn't squeeze out the big pockets today, it would be a loss making business!