To be more precise, something happened to Hua Weng.
A few days ago, the Ghost King wanted to build a temple outside the city, and his minions in the human world were "buying" land at low prices, and Fuguifang was one of them.
Hua Weng naturally looked down upon it, but how could others dare to offend Cave City?
The shopkeeper of a warehouse adjacent to Hua Weng's Di shop begged Hua Weng and wanted to offer Hua Weng a bargain in his own warehouse. Because Hua Weng often helped his neighbors, although he guarded the huge Di shop next to the dock, he didn't have much money in his hands.
Save more.
The shopkeeper then made a weird proposal, asking Hua Weng to borrow his money to buy his warehouse without any interest, just to pay it back in installments. It sounds like a pie from the sky, but there is one thing that must be paid according to the money.
According to the rules, Zengfu Temple, one of the thirteen temples, was invited to act as a guarantee for the middleman. It also had to mortgage something of similar value, which was Hua Weng's shop.
When Hua Weng was hesitant, the shopkeeper increased the stakes again.
He had already negotiated a big deal, which was to convert his warehouse into a granary and lease it to a grain merchant in Xiangzhou. Most of the warehouse had been renovated, and the rent from the grain merchant had also been transferred to Zengfu Temple. He transferred this
The business is transferred to Hua Weng, and as long as the granary passes the inspection, Hua Weng can get the rent from Zengfu Temple, and there will be more than enough money to repay the shopkeeper during the referral.
The pie was stuffed into his mouth.
Hua Weng finally nodded.
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There is an inconspicuous small temple hidden in Fuguifang.
A stone general is enshrined in the temple.
More than two hundred years ago, General Shi was escorting a group of people to escape chaos in the south of the Yangtze River. On the way, he encountered a rebel army. He protected the people from leaving alone with his sword, but he died of exhaustion.
Later, someone picked up his side sword and built a small temple in Fuguifang to worship his side sword.
People in the world are forgetful and nostalgic.
Two hundred years later, General Shi's deeds have dispersed like foam in the water, and the residents moved a piece of Taishan stone from nowhere and put it in the temple to worship together.
Over time, the two merged into one, a roughly carved stone statue holding a tightly wrapped long sword.
People from nearby people come to worship from time to time, but the incense is not strong, but it has not stopped for hundreds of years, but I don't know whether they are worshiping Shi Tiejian or Shi Gandang.
Mr. Hua took a broom and cleaned the cobwebs on the head of the stone statue. Not long ago, the old temple Zhu died, and insects took advantage of it and wanted to be the master of the temple.
"I thought I could hide away in peace for a while with my old friend."
"The cat found you. It told me that it saw an old ghost who lost his soul and went to the temple."
Li Changan sat on the threshold of the temple, hanging yellow mud from the soles of his shoes with branches. It was rainy and foggy in Qiantang, and the roads were muddy.
"I often hear people say that when some people mess up, they like to run to the temple, clamoring to become a monk and practice Taoism. But how innocent are the Buddhas and gods? They took on debts for nothing."
Hua Weng put down his broom and came over with a glare.
"You brat is rude!"
The Taoist priest laughed loudly: "You always disappear without saying a word. Most of the living and dead people in Fuguifang are worried about you. You are always thinking about things. Now it seems that you are not discouraged and your temper is not weakening!"
Hua Weng's trouble is simple to say.
His granary was about to be completed, but two groups of workers suddenly got into a fight, smashed the half-built granary to pieces, and abandoned the project.
Seeing that the acceptance period was approaching, Hua Weng looked for the shopkeeper, but the shopkeeper disappeared without a trace. He wanted to continue the renovation at his own expense, but all Qiantang's projects had to go through the guild. When he found the guild, the guild refused to say anything.
, instead asking for the workers’ medicine money.
Obviously, the pie from the sky is poisonous, and this deal is a trap from beginning to end.
Not only did Hua Weng not take advantage, he also had to pay for it in his own shop.
"It's just a profiteer who is working for the tiger." Li Changan said seriously, "If it's not convenient for the gang to mobilize troops, leave it to me."
Hua Weng silently picked up the rag and cleaned the dust on the altar table.
His silence was a silent answer.
"Again, the so-called rules?" Li Changan frowned.
Hua Weng didn't answer.
"Are we going to stick to this rule even if it ruins Fuguifang?"
Li Changan is not an alarmist.
Di Dian belongs to Hua Weng, but it is not only related to Hua Weng.
The first stop for local newly deceased ghosts and living people who have just arrived from other places is often Fuguifang. Most of them have no wealth and are helpless. Although the shops in Hua Wengdi store are pigeonholes, they charge very little.
The docks run by the Yi Gang also charge low commissions. Therefore, many poor dead and living people relied on Hua Weng's protection and survived the most difficult time at the beginning.
Now that the store has been lost, the poor and poor have nowhere to live.
Without the strong backbone of Hua Weng, how could anyone be able to withstand the ferocious power of Cave City?
Once the ghost king builds a temple in Fuguifang.
With the arrogance and ferocity of the ferocious ghosts in Cave City, how could the fat water from the dock be allowed to escape? And how could the surrounding shanty towns be an eyesore?
I'm afraid that by then, all the living people in Fuguifang will be like the dead, and the dead will all be like the ownerless souls in the ditch.
The movements of Hua Weng's hands finally stopped.
He stared at the stone statue for a long time.
Turn back slowly.
Li Changan thought he would still say the old saying, "If we are not willing to follow the rules, who will be willing to follow the rules with us?"
But.
"Taoist Priest Xuanxiao."
The old ghost's rare politeness made Li Changan stunned for a moment.
He sighed deeply: "You do better than me."
Li Changan: "In business, there are losses and wins, it all depends on luck..."
"No." Hua Weng interrupted, "I'm talking about the Ten Coin God."
"Ten Money God" is an unexpected product for Li Chang'an, and he has never been too interested in it. But the clinker was unintentional. The incense business of Ten Money God was booming earlier than the business of medicinal drinks, and it has already left Fuguifang.
, spread among the sixty-four cities in the city.
The opportunity for its development is also funny to say.
Maritime trade in the Qiantang Dynasty was prosperous, but the waves were dangerous, and four to five out of ten crew members never returned, often leaving their wives alone and unable to support their families.
There are many immigrants in Qiantang, including many single and strong men.
Naturally, there has been widespread talk of "extension".
The "opportunity" is such a man and woman.
The woman took care of her children, and her husband was away at sea for work, so she could not support the family alone. The man was a refugee and his family members died on the way, leaving him alone.
The two parties were introduced and came together.
But before long, they discovered that they both had problems.
First, there is the woman. Although she seems to be smart and capable, she is actually a complete shrew. Her most famous deed is that she blocked the door of her parents-in-law and scolded her in different ways for a whole day without repeating it. From the top to the parents-in-law, to the sister-in-law and brother-in-law in the middle, and to the bottom.
She scolded chickens, dogs, rain and dew! Her husband did not go to sea to work, but he could not bear the pain and sold himself to Southeast Asia.
The man's problem is simple: he is a ghost.
One night at midnight, the woman lit incense at the entrance of the road, and Li Changan was summoned.
He originally thought that the resentment between the two parties was difficult to eliminate and they were entangled endlessly. But who knew that the two sides were entangled, but one party loved the other party for being strong and honest, the other party was greedy for the other party's fair skin and plumpness, but the other party was afraid of the other party's tongue-tied tongue, and the other party was also afraid of the other party.
To cause harm to others.
Inviting the "Ten Money God" to visit us is not to seek points, but to seek unity.
He asked Li Changan, the wild god, to be the intermediary to sign a contract, requiring people not to curse ghosts and ghosts not to harm others, so that He and Meimei could continue to live together.
Li Changan did it without saying a word, and received ten coppers for his hard work, and a cold pig's head as matchmaker money.
Since then, the reputation of the Ten Money God has spread widely among the people.
"Where can there be such a god in the world?" The Taoist priest complained, "What you say about 'inviting household gods' is just sending ghosts to other people to hire workers, which is just a ghost. And there are also trivial things like guaranteeing contracts with people and ghosts.
Little things..."
There are so many trivial and bizarre things about the Ten Coin God that it actually makes the Taoist priest a chatterbox, and he can't stop talking about it.
Hua Weng listened with a smile and nodded repeatedly.
"Okay! That's it."
"What's so good about it?" the Taoist priest was stunned.
"The little Taoist priest is also a ghost, can't you see clearly?" Hua Weng said, stroking his beard, "In Qiantang, once you become a ghost, as long as the spiritual tablet is not offered to the temple for viewing, no matter your previous virtues, merits or demerits, everything will be fine. You are not allowed to do anything with him.
When relatives and friends meet, they are not allowed to reveal their identity. Although they live in the same city, the yin and yang are forever separated. The dead and the living are like neighbors who hate each other. They are vigilant all day long and do not dare to slack off. The living have to waste their wealth and make offerings to gods and Buddhas.
Looking for peace of mind. The dead have no choice but to huddle in the mud, struggling for reincarnation and body, always trembling, not daring to take a step beyond the thunder pond."
"Although what you did is not a big deal, it can resolve the entanglement between humans and ghosts. It also allows those ghosts with skills to be able to do what they were good at in life, without having to fight for food with the poor at the dock."
"The old man has been a ghost for more than two hundred years. He built a mansion and shop and claimed to help the poor. Now it seems that he just built an old tomb to protect a few wild ghosts from wind and rain. What's ridiculous is that now even this old tomb is useless.
Otherwise it won’t be guaranteed.”
"You did a good job, better than me. You built a bridge between the living and the dead in Qian Tang."
Li Changan wanted to say that Hua Weng was too presumptuous.
But he was one step ahead and blocked the Taoist priest's words with his hand.
"We have been harassing my old friend for a long time."
Say no more and go out.
But the moment he opened the door of the small temple courtyard, his steps suddenly stopped.
There was a dense crowd of people outside the door. Just as Li Chang'an said, most of Fuguifang were looking for him.
Faces with different expressions filled the streets, and he knew every one of them, and he knew everyone's situation: guarding a shack, working a day's work and eating a day's food.
One can imagine what the future will be like without Fuguifang.
Hua Weng was filled with bitterness and wanted to apologize.
But my waist has been stiff for hundreds of years, and I don’t even know how to bend it down.
The words were stuck in my throat and it was difficult to get them out.
"Old Hua!" someone shouted, "It doesn't matter if you lose your store, as long as you keep opening your mouth, the brothers will build you another one brick by brick!"
"Let him build the temple, and we will guard the dock and not provoke him."
"Mr. Hua, don't worry, we will collect the money to pay you back tomorrow."
All the words were filled with concern. Although panic and confusion were unavoidable, there was no trace of blame.