Collected the copper coins scattered on the ground.
Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai were short-handed, and their attitude toward Zhang Heng became even more enthusiastic.
The two of them finally figured out that the man who was hailed by Uncle Jiu as the next generation of outstanding disciples of Maoshan had a leg hair thicker than their waists, and it was impossible to refuse to accept it.
"I didn't expect Uncle Jiu to do quite well here. The spiritual baby room, morgue, ritual room, ghost hall, and ancestor hall are all well-equipped even though the sparrow is small."
Accompanied by Qiu Sheng and the others, Zhang Heng walked around the Yizhuang: "We even built a lotus pond. Uncle Ninth is worth a lot of money."
"That's for sure, how dark our master is."
After Qiu Sheng said this, he looked around to see if anyone was there, and whispered: "You don't know, if you perform rituals for rich people, my master will charge you fifty oceans per price, and if you perform exorcisms and ghost hunting, it will be even more.
One hundred and two hundred is not much, three hundred and five hundred is enough. How can you be so impressive without money?"
"Yeah yeah."
Wencai also helped: "The most annoying thing is that Master never gives us money. It's harder for us to ask for money from him than to ask for money from a stone. I don't know how he can swallow so much money by himself."
Down."
"Actually, we've figured it out."
Qiu Sheng added: "Uncle Four Eyes, he is richer than our master. I heard from the master that Uncle Four Eyes has a box of gold, which is enough for a coffin. As a result, Uncle Four Eyes' apprentice Jia Le, a piece of gold
I haven’t had to change my clothes for three years. It’s so miserable. I don’t know why I saved so much money.”
Listen to each sentence.
Zhang Heng waved his hand: "Don't think too much. Whether it's your master, my master, or even Uncle Four Eyes, the money they earn is not spent by themselves alone, but divided into five parts."
"Five portions, how many people can share it?"
"Yeah, where did so many people come from?"
Qiu Sheng and the two were extremely surprised.
Zhang Heng signaled the two of them to calm down and explained: "This first share is to be handed over to the sect. Maoshan has trained everyone. After the disciples come down from the mountain after completing their studies, they will naturally have to use part of their income to support the sect. Otherwise, the Grandmaster's Hall will
What should I use to repair it, and what should I use to light the ever-burning lamp?"
"Compare with business."
"Maoshan is the main store, and those disciples who are successful in their studies and go down to the mountain to open Taoist temples, yizhuangs, and incense shops are the branches."
"When a branch makes money, it is natural that the main store will share in it. Otherwise, if you talk about Maoshan but don't talk about Maoshan, you will do things under the name of Maoshan and only take advantage without making any effort. There is no such truth in the world.
When Qiu Sheng and the two heard this, they thought this was the truth and asked, "Junior brother, where is the second portion?"
"The second portion is dedicated to the ancestor and all the ghosts and gods."
Zhang Heng explained: "For Grandmaster, a stick of incense, fruits and incense candles are offered as offerings in the morning and evening. During the holidays, animals are sacrificed, and each one costs money."
"It's the same with ghosts and gods. People from all walks of life have to take care of things. If they don't take care of things well, some things will be difficult to handle. But if they take care of things well, everything will be easy to handle."
Qiu Shuang and Qiu Shuang nodded their heads after hearing this.
Not to mention, Uncle Jiu would burn a lot of ingot candles every Ghost Festival to deal with the evil in the underworld. They saw this with their own eyes.
"Junior brother, where's the third portion?"
"The third portion is for repairing bridges and roads, relieving victims, and doing good deeds."
Zhang Heng explained: "Don't think that doing good deeds is just lip service. In fact, many good deeds need to be solved with money. For example, if a person is starving to death, if you want to save him, you have to give him a bowl of porridge."
Drink, without this bowl of porridge, you can't do this good deed."
Wen Cai said nonchalantly: "It's just a bowl of porridge. No one needs this, right?"
"Yes, no one is short of a bowl of porridge, but what about a hundred bowls, a thousand bowls, or ten thousand bowls?"
Zhang Heng said in a deep voice: "A bowl of porridge is just a metaphor. In practice, do you know how much food ten thousand refugees will eat every day?"
The two shook their heads.
Zhang Heng replied: "It takes one hundred tons of grain a day. This hundred tons of grain can fill your entire house."
The two were speechless and could only continue to ask: "Where is the fourth portion?"
Zhang Heng looked at the two of them speechlessly: "The fourth share belongs to Master, of course. Daily expenses, entertainment, yellow paper and cinnabar, cock and dog blood, which one should not be spent?"
"Oh I see."
Qiu Sheng said happily: "Is the fifth share ours?"
Zhang Heng nodded first, then shook his head: "That's the truth, but it's not easy for you to get this money."
"There is a folk saying that if there are too many children, the family will be divided. We don't call it separation, we call it separation."
"It is basically impossible for a master to have only one apprentice."
"What should I do if I have too many apprentices? Taking Uncle Jiu's Yi Zhuang as an example, should I pass it on to you, Qiu Sheng, or to your literary talent? You can't have half of it per person, right?"
"So someone is destined to leave, and the person who leaves will naturally take some money with him."
"When the time comes, you can find your own way out, or open a charity shop, incense shop, or coffin shop elsewhere. In short, you have to have a place to stay and bring some money. You can't starve to death. Do you think this is true?"
The two of them were deep in thought.
After a while, there was an indescribable depth in each other's eyes.
Zhang Heng saw everything in his eyes and thought to himself: "Uncle Jiu, no wonder your disciples are ineffective. You have trained them into giant babies. If you don't crush their illusion of following you for a lifetime of food and clothing, what will happen to them?"
Will you grow up and realize that one day you have to rely on yourself?"
silence.
After listening to Zhang Heng's words, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai rarely laughed and laughed, but showed serious expressions.
In fact, they all understand the truth, but they just don't want to face it.
The disguise of reality was taken off by Zhang Heng, revealing the most real scene, which made the two of them think deeply.
"Brother Wencai, learn your skills well, ask more questions, and read more, so that you can become the protagonist in your life, instead of being a supporting role thinking about the protagonist and refusing to face reality."
This is Zhang Heng’s warning to literary talents.
After admonishing Wen Cai, Zhang Heng looked at Qiu Sheng again and said, "Senior Brother Qiu Sheng, I also want to give you a message."
Qiu Sheng looked at him subconsciously.
Zhang Heng said word by word: "My fate is up to me and not God!"
"I control my own life!"
"I control my own life!!"
Qiu Sheng read sentence by sentence.
The more I think about it, the brighter my eyes become, as if I have found the creed of life.
"Hahahaha, I understand!"
Qiu Sheng clenched his fist and raised his right arm high: "My destiny is up to me. I don't want to be stepped on by others. I want to control my own destiny and be the ruler of my destiny!"
"Who's yelling?"
Just as he was shouting, Uncle Jiu opened the door and came back.
"Master, I understand, I understand!"
Seeing Uncle Jiu coming back, Qiu Sheng ran forward excitedly: "I know what my goal is in the future, and I know why I am alive!"
"I think you are sick!"
Uncle Jiu looked Qiu Sheng up and down, then suddenly stretched out a finger and touched the back of his neck, causing Qiu Sheng to faint immediately: "Wencai, your senior brother is suffering from hysteria, help him to the back room quickly."