Happy Little Scholar

A temple somewhere near Kyoto.

In the Zen room, a young monk said, "I don't know where the glazed Guanyin statue in Hanshan Temple came from. They were very tight-lipped and didn't find out anything. However, it is said that Bo Li Yi of Chang'an County was at the birthday banquet of the eldest princess. I gave a glazed statue to Her Royal Highness, and many people saw it at that time.”

The old monk frowned and asked, "Oh, do you know where Uncle Li got that glazed statue?"

The young monk said: "It is said that I bought it from a few foreign merchants. No matter how many others there are, I can't find out."

Another temple.

"Foreign merchants?" The middle-aged monk pondered for a while and said, "Tell the disciples in the city to pay more attention to the foreign merchants in the city these days."

Then he thought of another thing and asked, "By the way, what did Zhang Dashan say when he went to Hanshan Temple?"

Zhang Dashan is a loyal pilgrim to Fahua Temple and donates thousands of taels of incense money every year. This time, he was asked to go to Hanshan Temple to find out information.

A look of embarrassment appeared on the young monk's face and he said, "Zhang Dashan saw the glass statue there, and then..."

"What happened next?" Seeing his hesitation, the middle-aged monk asked.

"Then I donated one thousand taels of incense money to Hanshan Temple."

"..."

"Old bald donkey Tanyin, I, Fahua Temple, are at odds with you!"

Angry voices came from the meditation room.

Not long after, the young monk walked out of the meditation room, looked back, shook his head and sighed.

Although snatching believers and incense from others is a taboo in various temples, Master, when he called the monks of Hanshan Temple bald donkeys, didn't he also scold himself?

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"Brother Li, does your Fang Huyuan have some misunderstandings about Wang?"

The two were walking on the street. Wang Yong turned around and asked Li Yidao with some doubts.

"Brother Wang, why did you say this?" Li Yi looked back at him and asked.

"I always feel like there's something wrong with the way he looks at me..." Wang Yong thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Maybe I feel wrong..."

It felt right. After all, he had smashed things worth thousands of taels to tens of thousands of taels of silver. With Lao Fang's money-hungry nature, it was extremely restrained not to tear off his head and use it as a ball. .

Of course, Li Yi couldn't tell the reason. He waved his hand and said, "Brother Wang, don't think too much. He may have been scolded by his mother-in-law yesterday. He is in a bad mood these days. Brother Wang, don't worry about it."

"That should be the case." Wang Yong nodded.

Thinking of something, he looked at Li Yi and asked: "The glazed Guanyin statue in Hanshan Temple is also from Brother Li, right?"

Li Yi nodded and said: "Yes, Brother Wang also knows that our Jingguo does not produce colored glaze, but those foreign merchants often travel thousands of miles to sell these things. This time I was also lucky and encountered several shortages." Those who were eager to sell were bought at low prices.”

Wang Yong was stunned for a moment and asked: "Didn't Brother Li say before that it was dug out of the colored glaze mine?"

"Ah, really?"

Wang Yong nodded and said, "Yes."

Li Yi looked at him and said: "Brother Wang, please remember not to say such nonsense in the future. What you dig out of the mine must be handed over to the country..."

Wang Yong looked at him and nodded in understanding.

"Uncle, I'm back." Lao Fang just went to inspect the store, and now he caught up from behind. After saying something to Li Yi, he turned to look at Wang Yong, and his face instantly darkened.

A look of confusion appeared on Wang Yong's face, and he asked: "Dare I ask this brother, is Wang..."

"Brother, what the hell, I don't have a prodigal brother like you!" Lao Fang said with a straight face, "If you were my brother, I would have broken your legs long ago..."

"Brother, why did you say this?" The expression on Wang Yong's face became even more confused.

"How dare you ask..."

Seeing that Lao Fang had a tendency to roll up his sleeves, Li Yi hurriedly pulled him away and whispered: "This is a guest, don't be rude..."

He turned around and smiled apologetically at Wang Yong, "Brother Wang, I'm sorry, I'm a little emotional today, no wonder..."

Watching Li Yi pull the big man away, Wang Yong stood there, looked at the followers around him, and then looked at the direction in which they left, feeling confused.

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"Uncle, if you hadn't pulled me away just now, I would have made him pay thousands of taels of silver!"

Wang Yong could no longer be seen, but Lao Fang was still angry.

"Okay, okay, don't do that to others in the future. Isn't it just a glass ball? It's not worth much money." Li Yi waved his hand, changed the subject, and asked: "What happened to the store over there just now?"

Lao Fang curled his lips and said: "I don't know what happened to several foreign businessmen, but they were stopped in the shop. They delayed our business in broad daylight, so I kicked them out."

When the people of Kyoto address foreigners, they also consider the situation.

If it were the State of Qi, the State of Zhao, or the State of Wu, they would be called Qi people, Zhao people, etc. After all, they have the same yellow skin, black hair, and dark eyes. They fight each other as wars, but in the bottom of their hearts they regard each other as the same race.

The name Fanbang has some derogatory connotations.

Those businessmen from small foreign countries with different skin colors, different hair colors, and different looks from ordinary people can be recognized at a glance when walking on the streets of Kyoto.

As for their treatment in Kyoto, it is naturally not the same as that of several other major countries.

"I don't know what's going on. It seems like everyone is looking for those foreign businessmen these days..."

Lao Fang muttered, and several people passed by in a hurry, vaguely listening to them discuss "Hanshan Temple", "Liu Li Statue" and the like.

Li Yi shook his head and continued walking forward.

These were actually not part of his plan. The glass statue sold to the old monk actually had such a great publicity effect. In the past few days, the family had been asking around and asking where the glass statue given to the princess came from. There were a lot of people, and those ladies and ladies actually knew how to use roundabout tactics. Fortunately, he had warned Ruyi a long time ago and put all the blame on the foreign merchants.

In this way, you don't even have to do any unnecessary actions. You just wait for the old emperor's appreciation meeting to take out a few pieces of glassware "treasured" in the palace and sell them to the dignitaries in Kyoto at low prices. This matter is The foreshadowing is truly complete.

Next, it’s time for the Wang family to appear.

So far, all he needs to do is sit at home and wait to count the money after the Wang family's charity sale.

Of course, they have to be counted secretly and cannot be seen by anyone, especially Miss Liu Er.

"Uncle."

Li Yi was thinking about these things in his mind, walking unconsciously, when Lao Fang's voice suddenly came to his ears.

Li Yi turned around, looked at him and asked, "What's the matter?"

Lao Fang crossed his arms, looked at him with strange eyes, and said nothing.

"Neuropathy……"

Li Yi turned around and took two more steps forward, then suddenly stopped.

I looked around, and after taking a few steps forward, I was about to step into the familiar yet unfamiliar little courtyard. I actually walked here unknowingly...

"Uncle, why don't you leave?" Lao Fang's somewhat joking voice came from behind.

"Shut up!"

Li Yi turned around and walked back.

"Hey, Mr. Li, you are finally here!" A crisp voice came from behind, full of surprise.

Li Yi turned around and saw Xiao Cui walking out of the yard, his face full of joy.