When I returned to Jiming Temple again, the red cloth hanging on the plaques and couplets was slightly worn.
"It's time to reveal it!"
Fang Dou sighed softly, and the three words "Jiu Chou Temple" came out, which means that he has taken root in this world from now on and is going to say goodbye to the mentality of wandering children in the past.
In the county yamen, the county magistrate Guan Ziqing received the news, "Here I'm back!"
"He has been there for many days, and I have been waiting for a long time."
He had already made an agreement with Fang Dou to visit Jiming Temple and unveil the plaque. Unexpectedly, many days passed by this delay.
"Captain Cai, did you invite you?"
Captain Cai nodded, "Master Fang Dou said, I'll go with you and protect the safety of the county magistrate."
"That's all thoughtful!"
The county magistrate nodded, "Okay, let's go together!"
"Don't forget to bring a gift!"
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On the day of the unveiling ceremony, Fang Dou did not invite a few guests, only the county magistrate and Captain Cai were only a few.
The county magistrate and Captain Cai came first and presented gifts one after another.
The county magistrate gave a calligraphy and painting called "Lotus Picture", with lotus leaves and lotus flowers on it, and a piece of lotus root exposed to the water surface.
Captain Cai’s gift was a potted pine tree plant, which was quite artistic.
"Thank you very much!"
Fang Dou didn't expect that there were so many guests coming one after another that exceeded his imagination.
"In Mu Fucheng, Xiayiyang County, I will thank the young master for saving my whole family."
The rich man Mu was forced by Qianqiu Society to sacrifice the thousand-year-old turtle blood he passed down from his mother, but the next day, he found that the person from Qianqiu Society had quietly left.
After asking around, I found out that there was a Fang Dou in the county who killed several generals from Qianqiu Society, which scared the remaining members to evacuate one after another.
He knew that a few days ago, he found out where the "Ji Chicken Temple" was located, which happened to be the unveiling ceremony and came to the door on a festive day.
Fang Dou did not recognize him and said politely, "Mr. Mu is a guest. I am sorry that I cannot entertain you. Please rest aside!"
The rich man Mu smiled and waved his hand, "Come on!"
There were already strong servants who came over with heavy gifts.
"A three-legged copper tripod weighing thousands of pounds and thirty brass candlesticks to congratulate the roosters!"
"Three dou of gold foil and gold lacquer each, to congratulate the rooster crowing in the temple!"
"Ten kilograms of top agarwood, two hundred kilograms of sandalwood, and five hundred candles, congratulations to the rooster crowing in the temple!"
"Twenty top-grade Shu brocade, congratulations to the rooster crowing in the temple!"
"Three thousand glazed tiles are filled with glazed tiles, congratulations to the rooster crowing in the temple!"
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The same kind of property brought over is amazing and speechless.
Captain Cai whispered, "The rich man Mu of Yiyang County is one of the top wealthy families in this county, and his family has countless wealth!"
The county magistrate nodded, "I didn't expect that the little master would have kindness to him too!"
"My little master, we are here!"
Countless people from this county were helping each other, crossing the grass, coming to the temple, looking at Fang Dou with devout expressions.
"I'll thank you. The little master killed Lang Qi and avenged my unjustly death!"
A haggard middle-aged man knelt in the open space in front of the temple, and kowtowed three times in a row.
"Little Master,..."
The two elderly couples came to thank Fang Dou with a basket of eggs. Their son and grandson were both hurt by Lang Qi, leaving only two old men.
These are the people of this county. The children in the family were abducted by Lang Qi, either dead or disabled. They had a unimaginable hatred with him. When they learned that Fang Dou's Chicken Temple was unveiled, they all came to congratulate him.
The people brought the most valuable things in their homes and offered them to Fang Dou. Some of them were also impoverished and came directly to kowtow, causing a loud noise on the ground.
In a moment, the ground was filled with eggs and rice, which the people were reluctant to eat and used to pay back money, as well as jewelry, rings, etc.
Fang Dou shouted with a stern face, "Take it away, take it away, I appreciate your kindness."
"The family is not rich at all, so there is no need to give me gifts, so go back and live a good life!"
The people knelt on the ground and begged Fang Dou to accept it.
"Why!"
The county magistrate felt uncomfortable when he saw this scene. Although Lang Qi was a disaster, in the final analysis, it was the former county magistrate who manipulated behind the scenes.
"Take the stuff back, or I'm going to get angry!"
Fang Dou pretended to be angry.
"Yes, the little master is not short of you, take them away!"
Captain Cai also stepped forward and helped Fang Dou persuade the people of various families to retreat.
"Haha, little master, I'm late!"
Qian Yuanwai was late and radiant, carrying carefully prepared gifts.
"I have traveled all over the world these days and collected thousands of books for you. Please accept them!"
On the way to the county seat, Fang Dou studied hard, which fell into Qian Yuanwai's eyes.
After returning home, Qian Yuanwai used his connections to buy precious orphans and sub-books everywhere, and specially bought books that were not available on the market. There are three companies, namely, Shu, Dao, and Ming.
Just pull out a piece of paper, which is worth a gold piece of the same volume.
In addition, the bookshelf made by famous carpenters use the best camphor wood, which has a tough and gentle texture and a faint fragrance.
Keeping books in them is not only protected from insects, but also prevents mildew.
"Mr. Qian, your money is quite good!"
When the county magistrate saw that the books he had entered the side hall were many of them, and even he was a little moved when he saw them.
Qian Yuanwai said modestly, "As long as the little master likes it, it's worth it!"
Fang Dou was so happy to read it. We have so many books, can we open a "book library" in the future?
"My little master, I am making a decision without authorization to prepare some tea and meals for you for the guests coming and going."
Fang Dou slapped his forehead and almost forgot that the guests came from afar, and they could not drink a sip of water or eat a sip of food?
"Thank you, Mr. Qian, for worrying!"
After noon, other guests arrived one after another.
Most of these guests were in the Lang Qi case, and the children at home were sealed in eggshells, and were finally rescued by Fang Dou using the "scattering beans into soldiers".
When they heard this, they brought their families with them, thinking of raising a stick of incense and contributing some incense and oil.
But unexpectedly, the people worshipped in the temple were not Buddhas or gods, but actually a scholar.
Some people in their families recognized this as the Confucian saint "Qizi" on the spot.
"Confucian sages, that's about the same as gods and Buddhas!"
"Come here and beg!"
The bronze tripod presented by the rich man Mu finally came in handy, and in the blink of an eye it was filled with incense pillars of varying thickness.
The visitors first visited Fang Dou and expressed their gratitude, and some even asked their children to come over to thank Fang Dou.
Fang Dou was entertaining one by one, and he felt dry. How many guests were there?
All the guests came and brought many great gifts, so he had to cheer up and entertain him.
In the afternoon, it was auspicious time.
The county magistrate pinched a corner of the red cloth in front of everyone and gently opened it.
The three big words "Ji Chicken Temple" emerged from everyone's eyes.
Next are two lines of couplets.
"Wake up at the lights at the third and fifths!"
"A rooster sings the world is white!"
There were cheers from the crowd!
"good!"
"Good word!"
"Good literary talent!"
The county magistrate was content with his complacent appearance, and the plaques and couplets were written by him. He was very pleased to be recognized by everyone.
Suddenly, a sound came from a distance.
"Fuyuan Temple, congratulate the Chicken Temple!"
Chapter completed!