The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

Xingshan temple is the leader of Buddhism in Kyoto, and the position of baiyun temple in Kyoto Taoist temple is the same.

Some Xingshan Temple took the lead in donating food, and the rest of the temples are naturally affected - not even if they don't. The people outside are still blocked. If other temples donate food, they don't donate, so wait for the angry people to copy their homes.

When the Buddha moved, Taoist Baiyun, who was busy watching the stars, was very upright and began to give everything, which was much more straightforward than the forced Buddha. If song Fuwen, who lived in baiyun temple, hadn't stopped him, the upright Taoist almost donated all his food rations.

Taoist priest Baiyun doesn't know what Jiang qianxia did. After all, master Wuliang and he are good friends again. I'm sorry to confess that he was threatened by a little girl, right?

Besides, if the truth comes out, will not the unprecedented reputation of Xingshan temple be lost?

Can't say, not only can't say, but also have to pretend to be a sad smiling face. In front of Taoist Baiyun, you can vigorously boast that the river is good in shallow summer. The old Taoist priest is a little depressed, but also angrily closes the door to thank the guests and continues to watch the stars.

The major temples and Taoist temples patted their chests and said that the money given according to the scale arrived quickly, but the food needs to be further counted and bagged, and it can't be counted for a while.

Although there was no exact figure, it was only a rough estimate, which made Li Guangxiao drunk in the palace.

"I'm happy! There are so many rice grains available in my rivers and mountains. It turns out that my people don't have to die so much. Good! Good!"

Although drunk talk is said with a smile, it shows a sad hatred.

Only Jiang qianxia, Guli and empress Chang sun knew about this. Li Guangxiao, who had been drunk all night, was still the eternal emperor the next morning!

In order to facilitate overall allocation, all donated grain is uniformly stacked in the empty safe warehouse under the Ministry of household.

Every day, there are endless cattle carts carrying heavy grain bags, accompanied by Taoist priests or monks. Each batch is sent, leaving something like a statement, which eliminates the greedy ink of cheating and playing slippery, and also facilitates Jiang qianxia's inventory.

I stayed at the gate of Ping An warehouse all day, watching the grain stacks getting higher and higher, smelling the fragrance of grain, and Jiang qianxia's heart twisted in these days also eased a lot.

"Dean, there are already 763000 loads! Although there are some old grains, most of them are within four years. They are well stored, and most of them are new grains!"

Wen Linlang, an eight year old arithmetic genius, ran out with a red face holding the account book, lying on Jiang qianxia's legs and shining his eyes.

Touching his head with a smile, Jiang qianxia turned to look inside and saw that the students who should take classes in the college were all ashen in the granary and helped as much as they could.

In the Sinology class, Li Chengping took the lead, writing and drawing on the grain pile with pen and ink as a mark; The students of the arithmetic class carefully calculated the weight and thought about various structures, so that the safe warehouse could hold more grain; He is strong and can't insert his hands on both sides. He simply works as a coolie with his bare arms. After two days, his shoulders and hands are all rubbed with blood bubbles

Yuwen Tingtao, who is in charge of the overall situation, was sent by Jiang qianxia to clear the grain transportation route. His father is the Prime Minister of the current Dynasty, and he is one of the student representatives of Shihui hall. Everyone wants to sell him face, which saves Jiang qianxia a lot of effort.

Happily enjoying the treatment of "some disciples take their work", Jiang qianxia looked at the avenue leading to the granary and his eyebrows jumped.

Many people who were not normal grain convoys at first sight stumbled over.

"Stop! The front has been taken over by the military. There is no amnesty for trespassers!"

The valiant forbidden army timely stopped the visitor, carrying the burden. The visitor in cloth clothes immediately stopped.

Timid and hesitant, he looked inside. The leader's eyes lit up and shouted at Jiang qianxia.

"The master! The master is us, and we have come to donate food!"

Jiang qianxia stood up and almost got Wen Linlang lying on her leg to the ground.

"I'll go. Grandpa Jiang, what are you doing?"

The visitor was an old man who had not been seen for a long time. At the beginning, Gu Liu almost robbed the hen for a living, but finally became the housekeeper of Jiang's farm.

The old man's legs and feet are not sharp. At present, he is still carrying a burden. Regardless of the cold knife of the forbidden army, he happily picks up the crying and laughing forbidden army and cries inside. Jiang qianxia doesn't know what to do.

He hurried over to help the old man put the burden aside. Jiang qianxia was directly pressed and staggered. He couldn't imagine how the old man picked up the burden!

Looking back, although some of the farmers came from the Jiangjia farm, more of them were people they had never seen at all.

"Hehe, master, you're going to the two lakes to be responsible for disaster relief. We all have light on our faces! No, there's a surplus of grain at home, and you don't have enough rent. We want to bring you the surplus."

Then the old man scratched his head shyly and said, "not much. Each family is a few or more loads. Don't dislike it..."

The farmers of the Jiang family are confident enough to shout that they are not enough. They go to get more, so that Jiang qianxia, the owner, can go safely and boldly. If she is hungry, she can't be hungry at home.

The other people in the back didn't have the atmosphere of Jiang's farmers. They only knew to giggle one by one. But looking at their eager eyes, Jiang qianxia couldn't help pushing the burden forward. Jiang qianxia's eyes turned red.

He looked up quickly and blinked the wet meaning in his eyes. Jiang qianxia showed his most brilliant smile.

"Don't dislike it! Clean food is enough for the emperor to eat. Only those who are struck by thunder and lightning can dislike it!"

In a word, the uneasy people laughed and boasted about their food.

Joyfully, he followed Jiang qianxia in to put down the food. When he was ready to leave, Li Chengping poured out with a group of students and refused to let him go.

"Don't hurry to go? Come on, what's your name, sir? I'll write it down on the merit book for you! Although there is no reward, when our dean goes to Lianghu, he must bring this merit book. At that time, everyone in the world knows that you have donated food!"

The middle-aged man flushed like a monkey's ass. if Li Chengping hadn't been shameless and hugged others' arms, the middle-aged man would have run away.

"If not, I'll try my best. I don't have much food, so I can't be..."

"Well done, why not?"

Jiang qianxia praised Li Chengping with a thumbs up. Then he clapped his hands and said with a smile, "no matter how much or how little you donate, it's a heart! It's hard to say that you can save a few more lives just because of these loads of grain today! This is a great kindness. How can you be a great kindness!"

"Write it down and write it down clearly. Don't let everyone's kindness be wasted!"

"Yes! Dean!"