The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

This is the most reassuring and promising night for the big guy since the flood.

It is no longer the kind of desperate and hard to bear in the refugee camp, crowded in the dilapidated houses and shacks. It is sweet and delicious with a large bowl of viscous rice porridge boiled with pickles and minced meat.

In his hand, he held the copper plates he had just received when dividing porridge, 31 strings and 21 strings, which were strung with a thin rope. He gave the children two times to play. The whole family laughed with wrinkles on their faces.

It's not that I haven't seen so much money, but when the disaster hit, I can eat enough and earn money. There's hope for that day.

Daqian people, even if they have all kinds of bad roots, in essence, they are still the most willing and able people in this era and in the world.

Even if they lived in tents pulled from the military camp and ate only rice porridge, they immediately removed their despair and sadness, and talked excitedly about how hard they worked when they set up this platform today.

God gave face. The light rain of the day stopped at dinner.

In the black satin sky, the bright stars show their faces behind the light rain clouds. The air washed by the heavy rain for days is pure and fresh.

Without the dim lights on weekdays, when you look up, you seem to be able to see the other end of the world.

Instead of sleeping in the tent, he took the students to spread a layer of tarpaulin on the ground and a layer of thick leather. He sat up soft and not hot in the night wind, but he was so happy.

"Oh, miscalculation."

It's a beautiful day. The students are looking forward to their Dean saying something thought-provoking to meet the occasion, but as soon as they speak, even if they don't know what she wants to say, everyone feels that the quality of the whole conversation is not ideal

"Dean, what's wrong? All calculations are good. As long as the power of gunpowder is really as powerful as you said tomorrow, it's no problem!"

Fondly touching the head of a beautiful baby, Jiang qianxia looked to the other side with some sadness and some disgust. Those old monks and Taoists who talked about scriptures and Buddhism.

"Of course it's a miscalculation. I didn't expect that our people are so easy to coax. We can work hard happily with some copper coins for a meal."

"Originally, I was afraid that they would experience some psychological trauma if they experienced a disaster, so I forced the Taoist temple to make friends and let these masters come to enlighten and dredge them."

"Now it seems that it's a waste of effort! If you don't say how much you owe me, you have to pay for these old men like your ancestors. It's a big loss!"

Biting the corner of her sleeve and immersed in her own complaints, Jiang qianxia didn't find the students' complicated expression and didn't notice that she had come to the group of "ancestors" behind her.

"I'm blessed by the Buddha if I can be offered by nvyasha as my ancestor."

The body was stiff for a moment. Jiang qianxia turned his eyes silently. He turned his head unhappily and looked up at a group of old men. He said dryly, "eminent monks and noble people should have manners. It's not good to listen to the little girl's whispers."

"We didn't find that what you said was a whisper. Those who spoke loudly wanted to send us back now."

All the people who come here are really experts, either free and easy, or gentle and indifferent. They don't mind her dislike. They look for a place to sit down and smile naturally.

"I heard that we followed. It was you who threatened the abbot?"

The fat monk like Maitreya couldn't see his two smiling eyes. I didn't know that he was with Jiang qianxia.

Glancing at him, Jiang qianxia was bored playing with the blanket under her body and said casually, "you eminent monks and Taoist priests, you should know everything very well. Don't say it again."

"Now chat belongs to chat. Don't tell me your respective legal names. They are all those who can't remember and don't bother to remember."

The fat monk was stunned, laughed, patted his round belly and said with a smile: "I should be the fattest here. If the girl can't remember the Buddha's name, just call me the fat monk. How about it?"

Unexpectedly, this could not stop their desire for communication. Jiang qianxia collapsed his shoulders in frustration and secretly said that these old men were really hard to fool.

Is it strange that she is so impolite to those abbots and so helpless to these old men?

Without him, as the abbot of the temple Lord, they generally have to deal with more three religions and nine streams. They are "laymen", but they are really experts who have not been shaken by foreign things.

These elite people have nothing to fear. They are the treasures of Buddhism and Taoism. If one is hurt, it is the existence of mourning for all believers in the country.

If Jiang qianxia dares to toss them around and the two religions of Buddhism and Taoism go crazy, she won't care how much money she has.

"All right, fat monk, what do you want to ask? Ask quickly. After asking, listen to my arrangement. If you have nothing to do, enlighten the people and do a good job in appeasing them."

Hearing her compromise, the fat monk's eyes brightened and his huge ass moved forward. He wanted to see every trace of her face to face with Jiang qianxia.

"Girl, do you really have magical powers? I don't know what the magic weapon you used today is?"

Oh, I was thinking about "magic tools"

"It's just an ordinary public address prop. If any of them can learn seven or eight paragraphs of arithmetic and solve the problem of building some parts, they can produce in batch."

Without waiting for the old men to think carefully, Jiang qianxia said in a bad way: "at least ten years, more than a few decades, this thing will be popularized. At that time, the hawkers will rely on it, which is convenient and not tired."

The old monks who want to use this thing to promote Buddhism have stopped. If it can be popularized to this extent, it will be boring

"Hehe, I must work hard. I need to see the prosperous age depicted by the girl. But I won't say the magic weapon first. Can I ask where the girl put the magic weapon?"

Smiling, he began to press the palace, not to mention the old men who talked about every day. Even the students pricked their ears and stared at Jiang qianxia, waiting for the magic to be revealed.

Silence, hesitation, hesitation again.

In fact, few people know the secrets of the small world, but today she accidentally exposed her feet. The crowd she saw at the scene has gone. It's hard for her to kill her.

Think again that she can live to 50 or 60 even if she is less than 20 now? For the next few decades, I'm so tired to hide in fear.

To put it bluntly, she is not a person who can hide secrets. Her mind is not deep. If she is not afraid of being burned by being a monster, she would like to show off every day.

After thinking for a long time and being silent for a long time, Jiang qianxia turned his eyes and said a mysterious sentence in the tone of selling Amway.

"Have you ever heard of mustard Sumi?"