"It's just...what...?" Nie Qian suddenly felt that his speech was unclear and he couldn't speak clearly.

Chengyun took a sip of tea and smiled leisurely. It would be better for my daughter-in-law to say less when she is collecting debts.

The lotus arm rested lightly on the stone table to support her chin, and her slender hands like green onions tapped the table. Yan Juan smiled elegantly and said: "If the formula of Tiluo Zizhen is released by senior brother, I will provide the fabric."

Nie Qian's eyebrows twitched, and all embarrassment and guilt suddenly disappeared. How could he forget that his junior sister was a clear-thinking businessman?

If Tiluo Zi really comes to the world, it will definitely set off a wave of waves in the four countries. With the little junior sister's porcelain brocade as a foil, it will definitely shine...

Is the junior sister so sure that Tiluo purple can really bloom in his hands?

Knowing the goods so well and having them arranged so well, I must have even thought about the provenance of the goods!

How great would it be if he had the opportunity to dive headfirst into dye research?

Thinking of this, Nie Qian smiled happily as his life seemed to be complete.

"Senior brother?" Xian Yi waved his hand in front of Nie Qian, trying to call back the wandering man.

Nie Qian was shocked, then raised a comfortable smile and said: "Little junior sister, don't you object to me staying on the island?"

"Senior brother, if you like it, stay here and contribute your efforts to the things you like. It must be an indescribable joy. Why should you object?" Yan Yan's eyes widened with support.

Seeing that the older man no longer had any worries in his heart, Cheng Yun suddenly put down the tea cup and said seriously: "That's not right! We said we were going to rest, so why are we still chatting?"

It's past midnight and I have to wait to see the effect of croton in the morning. What if I miss the wonderful moment?

"Yes," Yan Juan finished her tea cup, stretched out, patted Nie Qian on the shoulder, and reminded: "Brother, please remember to notify me as soon as you have new color materials! I will give you as much fabric as you want.

Send it."

If Nie Qian could really open his own dye house here, then he would be able to find a place of comfort after working hard in East Vietnam for half his life. If the cloth shop could still continue to operate on the island where he was "stranded" this year, wouldn't it?

Does this mean that several other senior brothers are also supporting?

That being the case, what's the harm in following your heart?

Knowing that Chengyun had found a good reason for his resignation, Nie Qian first sighed, then stood up and twirled his beard and said with a smile: "I live in a small courtyard at the foot of the mountain, but it's full of conch carcasses.

Very, little junior sister, if you don’t mind, remember to come and have a look.”

"Okay." Yan Juan stood up and said goodbye.

She knew very well that the few senior brothers given by her master were not entirely used for slavery. Although controlling where the dye went was considered a kind of slavery, at least it allowed the senior brothers to choose the place they liked!

Looking at the figure coming from the main entrance and leaving the courtyard wall, Cheng Yun held his slender shoulders and asked softly in his ear with a clear and elegant voice: "I haven't figured out where these things came from. Do you dare to fall asleep?"

"Go to sleep! It's already midnight, and the main hall has started to recite lessons. What's there to worry about?" Yan Jue nodded firmly without hesitation, and whispered in the man's ear with a joking smile, "Maybe Uncle Mo is filling in for Man Yuan.

The monks are digging latrines!"

No matter how cool and calm the man was, he couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth at this conclusion. He prepared chintz for the monks in the whole courtyard at the same time. The problem to be solved was indeed the toilet problem.

The sound of chanting could be heard in the clear night. Yan Jue shrugged her shoulders, dropped her precious items on the stone table, took the man's long arms and walked into the hall that still exuded the aftertaste of agarwood fragrance.

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The setting sun shines into the temple. I have been reciting scriptures in the temple for half my life, but have there ever been such false compliments as today?

Although the monks tried their best to show their unshakable concentration, the heavy cold sweat on their foreheads and cheeks could not be concealed and fell quietly. During this period, even the first abbot and Yuan Xitang stood up to pay their respects unbearably.

The common people who came to attend the meeting outside the main hall held their breaths. Several women who had finished their fast meal also started to run to the toilet. People in the whole main hall were rising and falling frequently and rushing to the back hall to find a place of liberation.

In the blink of an eye, only 20% of the population of the main hall was left, and everyone's face was covered with cold sweat, and they were reserved to the last dignity.

Suddenly, the old monk, who was sitting cross-legged on the tuanpu in the west hall and wearing a bright yellow cassock, could no longer bear the muffled sound and fell beside the abbot with a panicked and messy expression.

"Senior brother, I really can't survive." Xitang stretched out his hand and tightly grasped the strong thigh of the first lady, and finally withstood another period of weakness and colic.

"Junior brother, don't catch me, please bear with me..." The leader tried his best to endure the pain. Being grabbed by such a force, his strength rushed to his thigh, which almost made him unable to relax.

"What happened to the fasting meal yesterday? Nothing like this has ever happened in the temple..." The abbot couldn't help feeling the fragrance coming from his lower body again.

Seeing that the leader in the hall finally showed signs of relief, the novice monks below who had been struggling for a long time were finally able to stop chanting and fell to the ground wailing frequently.

"That's it for today?" Zuo Yuan, who rarely spoke, couldn't help but ask.

So far from last night, all the people had the same vegetarian diet and clear water. Seeing everyone falling to the ground and groaning, the abbot had to announce that the recital for today was over.

Is this God punishing them for violating the rule of not eating after lunch?

The abbot also held his waist and abdomen and endured it again and again. After confirming that there was another wave of false respect, he hurriedly dismissed the monks in the hall, leaving only four people sitting.

The abbot looked back at the west hall in disbelief and asked: "Is this the method of Juexinyuan?"

"No... I just came from afar to report that the two of them are still asleep." Xitang was lying on the ground, curled up on his side. Knowing that the toilet in the backyard was not enough, he could only hold on and suffered from abdominal pain.

"It's just that there was no movement for three days in the morning. Yue Hui didn't wake up even after being admitted to the hospital? How can a normal person sleep for that long?" Xitang clearly pointed out the doubt.

You have business in the temple, so how can you stay overnight? What are you waiting for? Is it the wrong time?

"One looks majestic, and the other looks gentle and kind. Can't you say something well? How do you do it... Sitting on the lower level of the prison, he is too embarrassed to go to the people in the same temple to grab the toilet, shrinking and holding his stomach.

Be patient.

The abbot frowned, his long beard trembling frequently, and asked sourly: "Don't you have everything in your backyard?"

The prisoner innocently looked back at the people in the hall and muttered: "Ready! These are all things brought back by the Prime Minister's family. Is it possible that you don't like them?"

In order to prepare that wing, the abbot specially sent him to dress up as a lay disciple and go into Dongshi Street to snap up rare Xiaoyi City items. The purpose was to make the two of them feel at home. Could it be counterproductive?

The abbot chanted the Buddha's name, cold sweat fell from his forehead frequently, and he asked Qingqing: "Is the hut enough?"

"Mr. Mo has not eaten vegetarian food, so he saved his strength to help open a new ditch..." Although the prison hospital suspected that he was the one responsible for planting the croton, it was the first time he woke up to see everyone in the temple in pain.

The image of him rolling up his sleeves and helping others was deeply imprinted in my heart. How could I doubt Mr. Mo again?

"Is it enough after we all went there?" Zuo Yuan was only worried that it was not enough!
Chapter completed!