The Prodigal Son of the Empire

"Yeah." Wang Kang didn't refuse either, sighed and said, "I still wanted to get together with Zhang Song, but I had to find time."

Lin Yuyan returned to the mansion to accompany her mother, while Wang Kang and Li Qingman returned to Xinfeng County.

Now that the road has been repaired, it is convenient and fast, and it is officially open. Wang Kang found that many people in Yangzhou City began to run to Xinfeng County.

At the entrance of the tunnel, there was an endless stream of people waiting for the bus.

The floating population in Xinfeng County has also increased significantly, and the benefits of road construction have gradually emerged.

Wang Kang didn't go back to the county office either, he followed Zhou Qing directly up the mountain.

Accompanied by a dagger.

This leader of the dark guard is a second-rate martial arts master and a native of Yangzhou City. He also has some relationship with Wang Kang, so he is very important to him.

Now he has become his bodyguard.

Not many people came along, and Wang Kang didn't intend to come here to cause trouble.

With Zhou Qing leading the way, after walking for a while, Wang Kang saw a small raised peak in front of him, and a small temple could be seen above the small peak.

Zhou Qing went up and explained: "The location of that small temple is more suitable for us to set up a sentry post. We went to inquire, so there was a conflict..."

"Go, go up and have a look."

A few people stepped on the narrow mountain road to the top of the peak. This is indeed a suitable place to build a sentry post. You can see it at a glance when you climb up and look far.

When we got to the top of the peak, we could see the whole picture of this small temple. The temple is not big, but it is still very dilapidated. It is understandable if you think about it. How can there be incense in this barren mountain?

It's just a little strange, there is a plaque hanging on the outer door of the temple, but there is no inscription on the plaque...

Unknown Temple?

Wang Kang became even more interested. There was no one guarding the entrance of the temple, so he led people in directly.

At the moment of entering, a few monks came out from the bungalows around, all without hair, holding long sticks in their hands, looking at Wang Kang and his party with unfriendly expressions.

"We have said many times that this is our temple, and we will never move it, let alone let you build any lookout posts!"

A monk said coldly.

But Wang Kang ignored it, his gaze was fixed on the green plants in the corner of the temple at the moment.

The stem of this plant is nearly one meter high, the petioles are wing-shaped, the panicles are terminal, the calyx is tube-shaped and bell-shaped, the corolla is funnel-shaped, and the end is pink...

This is?This is?

Wang Kang's eyes are shining. If he read correctly, this kind of plant is called tobacco, also called tobacco leaf...

Use it to make smoke.

This is a good thing. In his previous life, Wang Kang didn't like to drink. He would smoke a cigarette in his free time. It wasn't a big addiction, but it could also be used to refresh himself.

But in this era, there is no smoking.

How can I not be excited when I see tobacco leaves now.

Seeing this, the few people who followed him were all strange. What did Young Master Kang discover?Why such an expression?

Like seeing some rare treasure?

But this grass looks very ordinary, right?

"What is that?" Li Qingman asked suspiciously.

"It's good stuff!"

Wang Kang finally withdrew his gaze, pointed to a piece of tobacco and said directly: "I bought these grasses, one thousand gold coins, how about it?"

"Ah?"

Zhou Qing was dumbfounded, his dagger eyes were strange, and even the guards who followed him were a little dull.

What's wrong with Young Master Kang, spending a thousand gold coins to buy a pile of broken grass?

The surrounding monks didn't react for a moment.

There are so many people here, mobilizing the crowd, I thought they were looking for trouble, why did you just say this?

"What? Is the price low?"

Seeing that the monks were silent, Wang Kang said again: "How about the three thousand gold coins? How about you say a price?"

"It seems that this benefactor is a man of knowledge,"

A bald-headed monk said, "We won't sell these bitter weeds... you better go!"

Hearing this, only a few people in Zhou Qing understood, is this grass really strange?

Maybe it is a precious medicinal material, or maybe it is.

"Bitter grass, do you call it bitter grass?" Wang Kang asked suspiciously.

But then he understood that the tobacco leaves are bitter, and it is not wrong to call them bitter grass.

"Do you know it? Do you know what it does?" Wang Kang asked again.

"Since the benefactor wants to buy it, he naturally knows its function, so why ask me?" said the bald monk.

"Chewing and chewing this bitter herb can refresh the mind and make it easier for us to sit in meditation and recite scriptures every day,"

Wang Kang understood that this single chewing of tobacco leaves does have the effect that the monk said.

But since he has encountered it, how can he let it go, the tobacco leaf can only play a role in his hands.

But these monks won't let it go, and they can't buy it with money.

He looked around, there were five or six monks with bare eyes, holding long sticks, obviously proficient in martial arts... There was a contradiction before.

He had no good intentions towards him, how could he get these tobacco leaves.

Wang Kang was still thinking about it, but the bald monk said directly: "The temple is a clean place, and foreigners are not welcome. You want to occupy our temple and want our bitter grass..."

"Do you really think us monks have no temper..."

After his words fell, the surrounding monks raised their long sticks, all pointing at Wang Kang's side, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense...

[Author's Digression]: The first update.