On the fifth day of November, Zhao Ran officially descended from the mountain and set off for Mount Jundu.
As expected, all the conditions that Zhao Ran asked for from Wuji Temple were cut in half. There were only three Taoist priests including him and five fireworkers; the start-up cost of building Longshan Temple was reduced.
He received more, with a total of only one hundred taels of silver; and after Zhao Ran became a temple blessing, the incense money turned over to Wuji Yuan was reduced as usual in the first year, and in the second year it was one hundred taels. From the third year onwards, he had to pay it every year
Two hundred taels. As for the salaries of Taoist priests and fire workers, as well as the daily expenses of Junshan Temple, Junshan Temple will bear it itself.
Zhao Ran roughly calculated that the salary of an ordained Taoist priest is 120 taels per year, and the salary of a fireworker layman is 24 taels. Under normal circumstances when the Junshan Temple is fully staffed, he needs to spend the least amount of money every year.
It should be about a thousand taels! As the saying goes, if you are not a master, you will not know how expensive food, rice, oil, and salt are. Only when you are truly a master can you deeply understand why the Taoist sect has such a tight quota for the recruitment of ordained Taoist priests, and why you want to become a Taoist priest.
Being a layman doing odd jobs is a very difficult job.
Even though his family was extremely wealthy, this figure still staggered him! So from the moment he came down the mountain, he made up his mind to be as dissatisfied as possible.
There were only three people following Zhao Ran down the mountain. One was the Taoist priest Jin Jiu, and the other two were Guan Er and Lu Jin. In the entire Taoist temple, the "Zhao label" on the foreheads of these three people was the most obvious, regardless of music.
Unhappy, the three of them could only hang out with Zhao Ran, not only to avoid being bullied, but also to retain a hope that would not be buried in the future.
Although Zhao Ran has secured a total of eight formal and informal establishments including himself, he actually does not want to bring so many people. Bringing these three is the maximum that Zhao Ran can tolerate for the time being, otherwise
He would rather bring none. Just kidding, just paying the salaries of these three guys would cost him 168 taels of silver every year. If you include food, drink, toiletries and other expenses, you have to add another 100 taels!
The key is that there is currently no big family in the wasteland to the west of Mount Junto, and there is no chance to defeat the local tyrants. If the money is to be shared equally among the common people, according to previous statistics, even the elderly, weak, women and children will be killed.
Counting one person, each person has to pay almost one hundred cents. In the second year, it is one hundred and fifty cents, and in the third year, it is two hundred cents!
Well, Zhao Ran didn't want to be so tired, so he decided to pay for it from his own pocket for the first three years. As for three years later, he didn't believe that he would continue to do this temple blessing.
That night, the four of them rushed to Yangma Yi and stayed in the inn. Li Yicheng waited on him back and forth, and with extra care, he learned from Guan Er that this young Daochang Zhao
He was transferred from Fangtang Fangzhu to Junshan Temple Zhu. I was worried that he would be in a bad mood. If he accidentally bumped into the knife edge, he would probably get scolded. I don’t care about the scolding. The key is that the five taels of silver a month at the rescue center can cost tens of millions.
Don't cancel.
Li Yicheng was worried in vain. Zhao Ran just checked the arrangement of the rescue station. After looking at the accounts for a year, he went back to his room to wash up and sleep. This made Li Yicheng feel relieved a lot. You know,
Nearly three taels of this bailout money was given to him, and the items in the account books were all made up by him. If Zhao Miaozhu saw through it, his income would be greatly reduced.
Zhao Ran didn't know about the Huahua intestines in Li Yicheng's belly, and he didn't care. It was only five taels of silver. As long as the rescue station existed, it could steadily provide merit power to the Qihai. This is the most important thing, Hua Zai
It’s worth a lot of money.
Early the next morning, Zhao Ran set off with Jin Jiu, Guan Er and Lu Jin. After noon, the four of them entered Changchong Mountain and planned to stay here for one night. There were still about a dozen families left in Changchong Mountain who were unwilling to leave.
Zhao Ran didn't force anyone to leave, and stayed in one of the houses. After settling in, he came to the back mountain.
The illusion of the pond outside the Five Color Master's cave has disappeared. Dozens of large stones were piled at the original site of the pond, roughly forming a stone house half a person high. Well, Zhao Ran actually walked around the pile of stones a few times.
Only then did he realize that it was a stone house. He burst out laughing on the spot, thinking that the house-building skills of this Five-Color Master were probably as good as that of the inexplicable Zhang Laodao, but to be fair, Zhang Laodao's house-building skills were still better than those of the Five-Color Master.
Yes, at least that thatched house does look like a house.
Zhao Ran stood by the stone house, thinking of Zhang Laodao, and couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in his heart. The old Taoist was a bit slovenly, but he was still quite interesting. Call him crazy, sometimes he was quite shrewd, call him smart, but often
He would fall headlong into his own trap. However, Zhao Ran sometimes couldn't tell whether Zhang Laodao was being fooled on purpose or just being stupid. In short, the days spent with him were really interesting.
"Brother Donkey, where did you say the old Taoist went?"
"hold head high?……"
"It's been more than two years, and he didn't say he would come back to see us."
"hold head high……"
"Brother Donkey, do you want to be experienced?"
"Angang..."
"How about we go back to Wuji Mountain and move Lao Dao's thatched hut away. When he returns to Wuji Mountain, he sees that the thatched hut is gone... Haha, will he be furious?"
"Aang! Aang!"
Zhao Ran left as soon as he said so, got on the old donkey, and galloped back to the road. The old donkey seemed very happy with Zhao Ran's proposal, raised his hooves, and ran very fast.
"Brother Donkey, slow down, slow down..."
"hold head high?……"
"Be careful, don't you know how to slow down at corners?"
"hold head high……"
"There's a tree ahead!... Huh? Pay attention... It's so dangerous, a ditch suddenly appears..."
"Angang..."
"Brother Donkey, I didn't expect you to be able to run so fast?"
"Angang!"
"Okay, I really don't see it. You have always been hard at work, haven't you?"
"..."
It originally took a day's journey, but it only took the old donkey more than an hour to return to Wuji Mountain. Zhao Ran detoured around the back mountain, went straight up to the Cloud Viewing Platform, and followed the path behind the Cloud Viewing Platform to Qingtan.
I haven't been here for a long time, but the scene of the clear pool remains the same, with the crescent moon reflected in the pool, the huts and lawns, and the snow that has not yet melted remains in the corners of the rocks and cliffs.
Zhao Ran stood quietly by the pool for a moment, dazed for a while, then walked to the hut, looked at the shabby house that was half a man tall, estimated the size of the space inside the ring, stretched out his hand, and the hut immediately moved into the ring.
, just fill the remaining empty space in the wrench.
Just as he was about to leave, the old donkey suddenly let out an "arrogant" sound. Zhao Ran followed the old donkey's tilted head and immediately realized: "I almost forgot." He stretched out his hand and put the broken fishing rod into his finger.
Riding the old donkey, he drove back again and finally returned to Changchong Mountain before the ugly time. After tying the old donkey behind the house, Zhao Ran quietly entered the house, got into bed and closed the quilt, listening to the snoring next door, and gradually fell asleep.
After walking west from Changchong Mountain for half a day, crossing the Chongma River, and browsing Jundu Mountain, Zhao Ran finally arrived at the flat and fertile land at the foot of the mountain. Three villages are lined up from north to south, four or five miles apart from each other, and are surrounded by a radius of
Ten miles of hills, streams, and flat land, plus Jundu Mountain and Xiaojun Mountain at both ends of the town, are the territory designated by Wujiyuan for Junshan Temple to preach. There are more than 15,000 acres of wasteland that can be reclaimed, and it has now been renovated.
Go through the soil once and wait until spring before sowing.
Xiaojunshan is no longer under the jurisdiction of Guyang County, but belongs to Jiangyou County. However, since it was assigned to Junshan Temple by Xizhenwu Palace for preaching, then this is Zhao Ran's territory, and Jiangyou County Jinguangyuan can only accept it unconditionally. In fact,
He Jianyuan, who went to Jinguangyuan, was not interested in Xiaojun Mountain because there was no human habitation here, so it didn't matter if it was open and generous.
Leaving Jin Jiu, Guan Er and Lu Jin at the foot of the mountain, Zhao Ran went up the mountain alone.
Xiaojun Mountain is more of a hill than a mountain, but this hill is slightly higher and covers a wider area. Zhao Ran climbed up the donkey and came to a platform on the mountainside in a moment, facing the tens of thousands of acres of land.
The plowed fields can be seen far away at a glance, making it a wonderful place for viewing.
There was a clear spring flowing on the mountain wall, flowing along the mountain to the foot of the mountain. There was a pond next to the clear spring. Zhao Ran couldn't help but secretly laughed, and shouted at the pond: "Master of Five Colors!"
A colorful golden pheasant fluttered its wings and flew out of the fantasy realm of the pond, came to Zhao Ran, tilted its head and looked at him: "Gee, little Taoist priest, why are you here?"
Zhao Ran said seriously: "Master, from today on, please call me Zhao Miao Zhu." (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!