Chapter 27 Passed down from generation to generation, bigger and stronger!
The food was served, but it was tasteless to Zhou Yi.
Previously in the Xu Mansion, Xiangzhu was the only one who saw her.
At most, Xu Liang, the steward, and later the intestinal slave could be added.
But now, not only Xiangzhu, the waiter, the shopkeeper, the diners... everyone in the restaurant was staring directly at him, as if he was afraid that he would leave without paying after eating.
The laughter and laughter in the few private rooms not far away have long since disappeared.
The county magistrate of Song County, the local squires and all the county government officials were all silent. They glanced at Zhou Yi from time to time, but they didn't know what they were worried about. No one dared to come forward.
But the ruthless man Lu Baotou, who had cut off his beard, stared at Zhou Yi unblinkingly as if he had opened his eyes. A strange look appeared on his face from time to time, and he smacked his lips, showing an indescribable abnormality.
After eating until he was almost 70% full, Zhou Yi put down his chopsticks.
"Waiter, check out."
Before the waiter could open his mouth, he was pushed aside by the shopkeeper Shou Tiao who arrived at an unknown time.
"It is a blessing for the small shop that the eminent monk can come to the shop. How dare you accept money from the eminent monk?"
Zhou Yi pondered.
But suddenly I had a flash of inspiration and recalled that I once said in history class that one tael of silver in the prosperous Tang Dynasty was equivalent to more than 4,000 soft sister coins.
Although this Tang Dynasty is different from that Tang Dynasty, the customs and habits are roughly the same. That one tael of silver is enough to eat twenty or thirty meals in this restaurant.
Why don't you retreat first? Go back and get the broken silver.
Upon seeing this, Xiangzhu understood, took out the silver, threw it to the shopkeeper, held his head high, and said calmly: "Is my husband one of those freeloaders? Take the silver, there's no need to look for it."
Zhou Yi's heart trembled, and he squinted at Xiang Zhu.
Is that what I mean, prodigal bitches!
Amitabha, there must be no greed or anger.
Xiangzhu smiled back, gentle and touching.
"That's an expert's money."
"It's fairy silver, it's holy silver, but it's not human silver!"
"Shopkeeper Li is really stupid if he doesn't accept it."
Hearing the comments from the diners, shopkeeper Li's eyes lit up. He held the silver as if offering it to his ancestors and bowed to Zhou Yi: "Thank you, Master, for the generous gift."
"Good."
Zhou Yi groaned and walked out calmly.
Xiangzhupidianpidian followed behind, with a proud expression as if he had made a great achievement.
At this time, shopkeeper Li's respectful voice came from behind: "In the future, if the master comes to the shop again, all the food and drinks will be counted in this piece of silver."
The corners of Zhou Yi's mouth slowly rose to reveal an approving smile.
Get on the road.
However, looking at the expressions of the diners around him, it seemed that the shopkeeper had made a profit. He had enough to eat and drink in Xu Mansion, and he could come back a few times.
After Zhou Yi left with Xiangzhu, the quiet Qingchun Tower exploded completely!
The diners excitedly discussed the miraculous method of this master of the Xu family to pick silver out of thin air.
The waiter had already been surrounded by the restaurant manager Li and other people, and he was talking happily about what he had just seen and heard.
In particular, the mysterious words of the eminent monk seem to be talking to the gods, which are incomprehensible, indescribable, and awe-inspiring.
Even Song County Magistrate and all the country squires listened with great interest.
Suddenly, a fair, beardless, big-faced man with a piece of cloth wrapped around his chin came over and took away the shopkeeper's money without any explanation.
The shopkeeper was furious, turned around and said angrily: "Who are you, dare to rob a master of his money? How brave! You...ah, this is Capt. Lu, it's a bit embarrassing to have his beard shaved off, haha."
Lu Wujiu held the silver coin, turned it over and looked at it several times, and then coldly snorted:
"There is something wrong with this money. I will return it to you in two days."
Shopkeeper Li suddenly became anxious: "This money is worth a lot and is in good condition, so what's the problem? Mr. Lu, you can't take advantage of the master's money!"
The surrounding diners all expressed their support.
"Expert?"
Lu Wu Jiu smiled faintly and subconsciously stroked his beard, but he didn't even touch half of his hair.
He clenched his fist and coughed softly, and said leisurely: "I once saw a sorcerer in the county government pick the moon in front of a mirror, cut paper into a tiger, and pass through the wall. This is the real magic of a master. As for picking silver from the air, but
It’s a blind trick.”
Song Xian Cheng also coughed: "What about his wife who suddenly disappeared? Such a person is so beautiful that she seems to be a pair of gods."
Lu Wujiu was still very respectful to County Magistrate Song. After singing a song, he said in a low voice: "Mr. Song, don't be fooled by this double act trick. Yichen is a monk."
Song Xian Cheng looked strange, shook his head, and said nothing more.
The restaurant owner was anxious: "But Mr. Lu..."
"Naochao, I'll pay you back in a few days. I keep my word."
Patou Lu ignored Shopkeeper Li's resentful gaze, confessed his crime to County Magistrate Song, and then walked back to his private room with square steps.
The subordinate officials had jest in their eyes and joked:
"Mr. Lu must have made a mistake this time."
"It's rare that Lu Shenqi can be defeated. He is worthy of being the man brought back by the old prime minister."
A strange smile appeared on Lu Wu Jiu's face: "You are ridiculous. This person has been angered and just used such deception methods. Everything is under someone's control."
"Has Mr. Lu already found out about this person's flaws?" a police officer asked.
"Although it hasn't happened, it will only happen sooner or later."
Lu Wu Jiu Shi Shiran turned around and looked out the window at the distant figure in the darkness of the night.
Subconsciously, he stroked his chin and gulped down the air.
He looked confident and calm.
However, sweat was breaking out in his palms, and his heart was feeling numb.
'Something has happened, something big has happened! Monk Xu Mansion, it seems that it is not easy! What should I do... Oh, yes, go find Chen Chi! That little widower can communicate with ghosts and gods, so he can definitely help me solve this matter!'
Lu Wu Jiu didn't know that not far behind him, the invisible Li Jiuniang and Qingyi Zongjian were watching him.
"Princess, this ex-husband has a 'silver monster' who secretly helps him, and he also lives in the Xu Mansion for a long time. I'm afraid there will be no shortage of gold, silver, and silk." Yong Jian murmured.
"Yes, I originally wanted to use the couple's name to give him a huge sum of money in public, making him the richest man in Guangyuan County and even Jiannan Road, which would also settle the cause and effect. Now it seems that this way is not feasible."
Li Jiuniang whispered, with surprise in her cold moon-like eyes.
She never expected that the wasted money would actually come for Monk Yichen.
Her level of conduct is not enough to detect the evil voice.
But the respectful and even frightened attitude of those in Xiuxian towards Yichen was clear at a glance.
Although Xiu Hua's strength is mediocre and far from reaching the level of a county lord, he is an innate ghost born under the laws of the underworld. In the past, he had a good status.
How on earth did this male monk achieve this beauty?
After a while, Li Jiuniang said: "It's interesting. This monk is a bit complicated. Let's figure out how to repay his kindness slowly."
"It's an order."
Holding the sword and crossing his hands, he replied, with a strange look in his eyes.
Li Jiuniang saw this, turned around, and said calmly: "I am simply holding the sword to repay my kindness, so don't think too much about it."
"Yes, my subordinates will naturally understand."
Zong Jian's face was expressionless and he responded in a deep voice.
I really didn’t think much about it at first, but when it comes to princesses, come on, I have to think more about it!
... Something bad is going on. The young master is busy flirting with the monk and will not be able to send him away for a while.
…
In front of the window of the small building, Zhou Yi took off his turban, moved his bare head, and let his sweaty head enjoy the caressing of the breeze outside the window.
Xiangzhu rolled up her sleeves, revealing her fair and tender skin. She brewed ginger juice meticulously, mixed the water temperature evenly, and prepared the monk's shampoo before going to bed.
On the way back, she didn't speak.
If she said that the strange noise in the rainy night was just half-doubtful.
The series of events that happened tonight convinced her that the monk was no ordinary monk...at least he knew how to get money with nothing, so the young monk would not have to worry about making a living in the future.
The Monk's Biography of the Little Monk.
Little Monk tells the story of Little Monk.
The little monk then passes it on to the little monk, passing it on from generation to generation, making it bigger and stronger!
Just when Xiangzhu was worried about gains and losses, Zhou Yi's voice sounded in his ears.
"Xiangzhu, where can I find a quiet courtyard in Wenhe County?"