Martial law held the tea bowl, looked at Martial law with a compassionate look, holding the peasant woman's little hand, listening to the other party's complaints, his face was as serious as an old cadre visiting.
But why never let go?
Although the peasant woman felt that the master's movements were a bit rude, she was much more kind than other monks. She kept talking about the difficulties at home and asked him to give up his hands.
I have to say that although the young woman had black and rough hands on her face, her face was a little bit beautiful, and her neck was also delicate, making her a rare beauty in the village.
"I understand!"
Martial law loosened the peasant woman's hands and turned to Jiexi Road, "Junior Brother Jiexi, I am merciful and decided to forgive this family. I just saw it. It is okay to pick it up for the moldy part and a lot of intact grain and rice for the servants to eat."
Fuyuan Temple is not all monks, but also servants who do odd jobs, so it is impossible to eat too much good food.
Jiexi heard this and said in surprise, "It's still the best senior brother who thinks about it."
“As for the missing part…”
When the tenant couple heard this, they felt aroused their hearts, but they heard martial law saying, "There is no need to keep the account. I will give you a few days to get it together before sending it. There is no need to wait for next year."
The implication is that there is a lack of share and no usury will be given to them.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
The couple survived in a desperate situation and kowtowed desperately.
The martial law treasure is solemn, but his eyes are staring at the snow-white under the collars when he leans over. Hey, the poor farmer's family is poor, and there are not even a few decent clothes!
After dealing with the matter of this house, Martial law returned to the comfortable table and stool and sat down, "I'm so tired!"
After a while, an old man and his granddaughter were grabbed by the monks to come to the martial law.
"Senior Brother, this family lacks too much, less than half of the amount!"
When the martial law looked up, he saw a girl full of youthful atmosphere. Under her floral clothes, she could not contain her lively youth. She quickly clasped her hands together, "I am merciful!"
"Little sister, how old is she? Have you ever signed up for her in-laws?"
"I don't have enough food at home. I'm so thin, my little arms are so thin, so I'm pinching!"
"So slippery, no, so thin!"
The girl's face was flushed, she lowered her head shyly, and did not dare to speak.
After a full meal of tofu in martial law, I felt refreshed and waved to the old man, "Who said you are missing? I think you have handed over them all, so I will remember them!"
The monks did not dare to have doubts, so they quickly wrote down the four words "full payment".
This time, the farmers saw clearly that the master who collected the rent this time was so good.
Someone with a beautiful wife and a woman is very grateful and is very upset with her younger brother and son. Why didn’t she expect this?
At the tea stall, Fang Dou nodded slightly. This martial law monk was an interesting and wonderful person.
Although he seemed lustful, he did not make any real violations except eating some tofu, and he also took the opportunity to exempt several real-time tenants from rent.
If he was a evil monk who bullies men and dominates men and women, and he would have taken away the tenant's wife and daughter to pay the rent on the spot, Fang Dou would have taught him a lesson long ago.
From this we can see that although this person is greedy for money and lust, he is a person with a bottom line.
"I'll choose you!"
The rent collection lasted for three days, which shows how vast the land in Fuyuan Temple is and how many tenants are.
On the third day, the last farmer left, and the monks began to clean up and prepared to close the door and return to the temple.
At this time, Fang Dou walked lightly to the front and went straight to the martial law.
When several monks met, they protected them in front of martial law, "Who is it?"
The person coming was Fang Dou. He nodded slightly to Martial Arts, "The old friend is here to visit. Does the eldest brother not recognize me anymore?"
Martial law squinted his eyes, and his fat white face narrowed into a slit, "So it's you!"
He waved his hand, "This is one of my friends. You guys go back first, I'll talk to him more!"
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The vegetarian food that is popular in the town where there are many strong people, is the best, especially good at making delicious soup ingredients with various mountain mushrooms.
There is only martial law in the private room on the second floor. Fang Dou and the other two sat there, and the atmosphere was a bit depressing.
"After saying that, what are you doing with me?"
Martial law said without hesitation, "You see me go to melt gold and silver, it's nothing. The senior brothers in the temple do this. If you want to blackmail me with this, you will not be able to speak out!"
Fang Dou smiled, "Senior Brother, I'm not intimidated. I came to this town to transform gold and silver, because it's inconvenient to be local."
"When I came to Fuyuan Temple, I saw that the shops were making too much profit. If I agreed, I would be slaughtered at least 30% of them. This would be a loss too much!"
After hearing this, Martial Arts snorted coldly, "It's the wealthy miser in Duobaotang and the gold and silver shops in the town, they are all operating behind their backs. A bite to everyone is their style of doing things."
Fang Dou stood up and said respectfully, "Senior Brother, when I parted that day, I was careful and I have been here for more than ten days and have been asking for your news."
"What did you find out?" Martial Yan seemed to be unintentional, but his fingers trembled, revealing his anxious mood.
"It is said that the senior brother of the Jingtang seems to be unruly, but in fact he has a lot of things in his heart. He is also righteous and wealthy, and has a reputation all over the world!"
The martial law forced his face to be tense, and gradually he was unable to hold back. He tried his best to suppress his mouth and did not smile. This is so nice to say, talented!
Isn’t these words just him?
The bald donkeys in the temple were jealous of his good reputation and tried every means to slander them. Oh, the eyes of the people were bright!
"What do you call this junior brother?"
"Fang Dou!"
"Okay, Fang Dou, I'll accept you brother!"
Martial Arts waved his hand, "I won't serve the food quickly, I'll treat this meal."
Fang Dou hurried forward and grabbed his arm, "I'm a little brother. I have to ask for this meal no matter what."
He looked firm, and if you didn't agree, I would hit him to death.
Martial law shook his head, "Okay, please give me this meal, but next time, I will let me do my best as a landlord!"
Although vegetarian food is good, you must also add water and wine to enjoy it.
After a while, he got drunk after martial law, and even Fang Dou was a little drunk.
The two of them hooked their shoulders and began to brag.
"Fang Dou, let me tell you that on the ground of Fuyuan Temple, no one dares not give me face. Leave me the matter of gold and silver to ensure that no loss will be deducted."
"Thank you, senior brother, I have another question?"
"ask!"
"You really don't have a junior brother, and your Dharma name is called "Abstaining from sex?"
"I really don't have this, what do you ask about this?"
"No, nothing, just curious!"
Fang Dou couldn't say it, could he tell you that the Dharma name of Abstinence (Jiecao Color) was originally our old joke that had been happy for a long time.
But the martial law was concerned, "In this way, next time there is a newcomer, I will ask him to call him quit sex. What do you think?"
"Don't!" Fang Dou was shocked, don't harm others for the rest of your life.
"drink!"
"drink!"
The shopkeeper of Xiyunzhai seems to have been used to this scene. He is not surprised and even gives sober soup thoughtfully.
In the end, Marty Yan was so drunk that he couldn't walk, but two friends helped him and sent him back to Fuyan Temple.
"Brother, go to my place to sit!"
The five mysterious and drunken worries of martial law still grabbed Fang Dou tightly and refused to let go.
"Then I'm sorry!"
Well, this time it was unobstructed and I entered Fuyuan Temple through the side door, but no one stopped me.
Chapter completed!