Jiang Changxi sighed with the people around him: "As expected of a capital city, the knowledge is so profound."
Not to mention the gentlemen walking around outside, even the wives of the head of the house are so admired.
Jiang Changxi felt that her weight was a bit inadequate, so she reminded herself that she could not overdo it in the future, and it was always right to be cautious.
Italy didn't have the emotion of his eldest grandma, so he asked in confusion: "Is there any?" It seemed that his eldest grandma didn't do anything serious and only chatted with the young lady of the Qian Mansion. How could she finally realize the truth?
Forgive me that the Italian girl is relatively straightforward, but she didn’t realize it or see it, so she has no knowledge. Besides, she also felt that the grandma was wasting her time.
Jiang Changxi looked at Dali with disgust: "You should accompany Dagui to the workshop to have a look."
Do you think chatting is mindless? It's more tiring than making money.
Dali was a little aggrieved, and she didn't mind saying it. Why did the eldest lady dislike her first? There was a difference between master and servant, and she had no place to reason.
Jiang Changxi had already brought his thoughts back, saying that strength is the guarantee.
Otherwise, you just want to waste your time and attention, and no one will play with you.
Jiang Changxi was thinking about his family's business: "As expected of the capital city, people who have eaten vegetarian food from Guangji Temple like yuba, fermented bean curd, and bean curd very much. Our shop has just opened, and the supply is a bit out of supply. This workshop still needs
expand."
Dali nodded, the response was indeed good, but the old monks here made more money: "It's an advantage for these masters."
When Jiang Changxi heard this, she twitched her lips. She really didn't dare to say this. The place, the manpower, and the workshop belonged to others. She had agreed to do the publicity, but in the end, she didn't use herself much. Until now,
It's just a technique.
Jiang Changxi thought it was quite suitable. The main reason was that even though they only had one temple, they could cover their own shop without Jiang Changxi having to worry about it. This was the capital city, and they had such an impressive group of monks.
Jiang Changxi: "If you talk like this, if the monks and masters hear it, I'm afraid they will help you chant sutras and prevent you from finding the husband you like."
Dali hasn't spoken yet, and the monks passing by clasped their hands together: "Amitabha, the monks are not as broad-minded as the female Bodhisattva, but they are not so stingy. They will definitely help the female donor to pray for blessings, so that the female donor can form good relationships and achieve success.
A great marriage."
It was really a coincidence that people overheard the gossip, which made Jiang Changxi feel embarrassed.
Dali was so embarrassed that he slapped the passing monk: "Why are you still listening to what others are saying?"
The great monks are a little unjust. It's not that we listened indiscriminately, it's that you didn't look at where you were talking. There are people coming and going here, so I really don't blame them.
Jiang Changxi: "Ahem, I'm sorry to disturb you all, masters. Thank you very much for your trouble. We will have a good marriage in the future. I will come and thank you all."
Then he took Dali and ran away quickly. Are you saying you can't gossip behind someone's back?
When Jiang Changxi discussed with Abbot Fan to expand the workshop, Abbot Liaofan's wise eyes brightened significantly. Expanding production meant money, and no one could refuse it. Abbot Liaofan said, "The female donor is really Pudu."
All living beings.”
Jiang Changxi looked at the great abbot who had returned to his original nature: "It's the Buddha who appears to save all sentient beings from hunger and suffering."
Dali had a headache after hearing this, and started to feel dizzy again. When doing business with the monks, everything they said was really a mystery. Fortunately, the eldest grandma knew this, otherwise it would have been troublesome.
In fact, it is easy to expand the workshop, but the main thing is to ensure the raw materials. Jiang Changxi wanted to suggest to Abbot Fan that if the supply of soybeans in the temple was not available, she could transport them here from Baoding Prefecture.
As a result, Monk Fan just smiled indifferently, and then Jiang Changxi saw the strength of his temple.
Abbot Fan has said that if a benefactor opens a shop to save all sentient beings, their temple will cooperate and not make things difficult for the female benefactor. This means that they have plenty of raw materials. I have never seen such a crazy monk.
When Jiang Changxi saw the huge warehouse, he realized how humble these monks were. This is not arrogance, but support from strength.
Jiang Changxi doesn't know whether these monks feel heartbroken when they go down the mountain to ask for alms. You are richer than anyone else.
Moreover, the most indispensable thing in the temple is the masters who practice asceticism. They don’t even need to hire workers in the workshops.
To put it bluntly, people don't want to buy the donkey that pulls the grinding wheel. People say that practicing martial arts with monks is harder than this, so taking turns is enough.
Jiang Changxi's scalp went numb after hearing this, and he had to be frugal in terms of wages. This is definitely not what the monks have learned.
This complete one-stop work system and the ability of the great monks to make money are admirable.
Jiang Changxi came to the conclusion that the monks seemed not very generous. Well, this was definitely not Buddha's fault.
After a busy day, when the master and servant returned to the Taoist mansion, the sky was already dark.
Zhou Lan understands that his wife is having a hard time being pregnant, and also has to take care of the family's livelihood and business, and he only feels sorry for her.
When Mrs. Jiang San saw her daughter coming back, she started to act like the black-faced one. After dinner, she scolded Chang Xi: "No matter what the reason is, you shouldn't come back at this time. If it's later, the city gate will be closed. Don't think about it.
So, how worried are you and us?"
Jiang Changxi also knew that it was indeed a little late: "It won't happen next time. I didn't pay attention to the time this time. I have Da Li following me, so don't worry."
Followed: "The main reason is that Dagui has been busy with the store recently and has no way to go to Guangji Temple, so he stayed a little longer."
Zhou Lan didn't think about anything else, just thinking about his wife's hard work: "Otherwise, let Sui Feng or Shun Feng help Dagui for a while."
Jiang Changxi: "I don't dare. My husband is now walking in the Hanlin Academy. He has been with the wind and rain for so many years. Why don't you help me now?"
Wouldn't that delay someone's bright future? Jiang Changxi would not do such a thing. He would make enemies.
Zhou Lan blushed a little when his wife praised her: "Don't say that, if I ask them, they will definitely be willing to follow my wife."
Then he laughed at himself: "After all, I am a Qingshui Yamen here now. I still have a future with my wife."
The girls, mothers-in-law, servants, and housekeepers all understand this truth. Zhou Lan is quite familiar with this.
Jiang Changxi was so surprised that her smile blossomed after being praised by Zhou Lan: "We are a family, and everyone is the same. If I am too busy here, my husband and I will open our mouths and bite others."
He followed up with another sentence: "Now that my husband is an official, he is out and about, so he can't give away money for anything."
Zhou Lan raised his eyebrows, why did he just talk about this? Suddenly he felt his left eyelid twitching. Is he trying to make money?