Xu Zhiling put down the white porcelain tea cup in his hand, his eyes filled with confusion: "Is there such a strange thing?"
Opposite him, his nephew Xu Kun stood tall and clasped his hands: "Uncle, this matter has been spread in the county. Everyone knows that there is an eminent monk in Xu Mansion, nicknamed the Silver Monk of Wonderful Hands."
Xu Zhiling spit out a sip of tea: "What! A wonderful masturbation monk?"
Xu Kun was startled, raised his sleeves to wipe his face, coughed and said, "Uncle, it's a silver tael."
"Well……"
Seeing that Xu Zhiling was silent, Xu Kun couldn't help but ask: "My grandpa also gave instructions before he left. Is there really something unusual about this monk?"
Xu Zhiling raised his head and looked at the steward Xu Liang who looked uneasy below the hall steps: "You are close to Yichen, have you ever noticed anything special about him?"
Xu Liang's expression changed. After a long while, he bent down and crossed his hands: "There is indeed something."
Xu Kun's eyes lit up.
Xu Zhiling's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "Just tell me, you can't hide anything."
"yes."
Xu Liang gave another salute, stood up and said: "I am also an afterthought. I still remember the night before Biyin died, Master Yichen's maid Xiangzhu went to the warehouse to get charcoal. I went with him, but saw Master Yichen I sat in front of the window and said three times to the window."
"What did he say?" Xu Zhiling asked.
Xu Liang thought for a while: "It seems...'Wait a minute' 'Why' 'I owe the owner of this place a favor'."
Xu Zhiling raised his eyebrows.
Xu Kun showed interest: "That's it? What else is there?"
Xu Liang shook his head: "That's not all. After that, he asked me to go back early to rest, and said that I would be very busy tomorrow. I just took it as a casual comment from Master Yichen, and it wasn't until Biyin died the next day that I came back to my senses. Master Yichen seems to have already known that something would happen to Biyin..."
Before Xu Liang finished speaking, he heard a cold snort coming from the hall.
"You mean, this monk Yichen can not only pick up silver with bare hands? He also has the ability to predict the future?"
Xu Liang's head trembled, and he secretly glanced at Xu Zhiling, who was looking sulky, and thought to himself, it's terrible, did he drink fake wine last night or something, and he actually said this in front of Erlang!
Xu Gong and his son had a deep hatred for the so-called masters because of the past events in the capital in the early years.
I'm totally not picking up the pot!
After a while, Xu Zhiling suppressed his anger and glanced at Xu Liang: "I ordered you to be in charge of the affairs of the palace, but you can't control the affair of the maid. Not only that, you also exaggerated the rumors about Yichen. From today on, you will be demoted to deacon. Specially responsible for the garden plants in the mansion."
"I obey, little one."
Xu Liang lowered his head and tried his best to hide his frustration.
After the Biyin Dongchuang incident happened, he knew that such a day would come.
In the past, he was the head of the three chief officials in the government. The so-called seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister, he was considered to be the number one person in Wenhe County.
Now he is reduced to the deacon in charge of the garden plants. To put it bluntly, he is a powerless head gardener. His life is full of ups and downs, nothing more than that.
Deacon Xu left the meeting hall dejectedly. A middle-aged man with a smooth face wearing soap clothes jumped out of the room and tugged at the sleeves of his robe.
Xu Liang's expression changed greatly: "Who are you?"
"Hush! Silence."
The white-faced, beardless middle-aged man reached out and covered Xu Liang's mouth.
Xu Liang struggled hard, but the opponent's arm was as hard as an iron pincer.
After a while of pulling and tugging, the two of them moved outside the courtyard.
Xu Liang blushed, opened his sleeves, and looked at the other person warily: "Who are you? Do you want to do something wrong to someone?"
The middle-aged man did look familiar at first glance, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
"Manager Xu, it's me!" The middle-aged man winked and said in a low voice, "Lu Wujiu."
"Um?"
Xu Liang looked at the other party carefully and took a breath for a while: "Captain Lu? You have such a beard..."
Lu Wujiu laughed dryly: "We will discuss this matter later. I came here today because I really have something important to ask of you."
Xu Liang smiled bitterly: "But now I am no longer in charge of the Xu Mansion. Mr. Lu should go find Mr. Xu Xiaolang."
Lu Wujiu waved his hand: "I just want to ask you, is the silver monk Yichen really capable of foresight? Can he find the missing person?"
Xu Liang's expression changed slightly, he glanced around and sighed: "Captain Lu, please don't mention this matter again. I was also blinded by lard, so I talked nonsense..."
The words stopped abruptly before he finished speaking.
He saw Lu Shenqing staring at him meaningfully, with a sneer in his narrow eyes, as if he was being stared at indifferently by a tiger with its beard plucked out.
Xu Liang's head suddenly became cold.
After a long while, he whispered: "I don't know the specific skills of Master Yichen. But there is one more thing that can prove that the master is indeed extraordinary. I have never told anyone about this matter, and I hope Mr. Lu will not make it public."
…
Another night.
The sky is full of stars, and the night is as white as day.
Zhou Yi put down the "Baicao Scroll of the Tang Dynasty" in his hand and touched his smooth scalp which felt great.
In the peripheral vision, the maid Xiangzhu was working very hard to stir the ginger water at a steady speed.
Today: Day 44 of coming to Xu Mansion.
Number of days of continuous ginger water shampooing: 34 days.
Average number of hair washes per day: 2.4 times.
Effect:...0 roots.
Mood: extremely ruthless...
Reason: The newly acquired nickname...The Silver Monk with Mighty Hands???
"Amitabha...did you make a mistake? I gave people nicknames casually! The most important thing is that no matter how you phrase this four-letter nickname, it sounds very obscene!"
Seeing the monk muttering to himself with a black line on his face, Xiangzhu looked confused and muttered softly: "Wonderful, silver in hand, monk. Wonderful, silver in hand, monk. Silver in hand, monk... no matter how you cut it, it sounds good."
"You... Amitabha, you are so good, you can use your money as your money. This is also the sentiment of the people in Wenhe County. Let's turn the page!"
As the evening breeze blew by, Zhou Yi's eyes drifted into the distance and he changed the subject: "Xiangzhu, how are you doing in the yard?"
Xiangzhu held the small hand of Bangchu for a moment and pursed her lips: "Has sir really decided to move out?"
Zhou Yi said calmly: "The young monk has made up his mind."
Although the Xu Mansion was kind to me, after all, living under someone else's roof had many inconveniences.
Take this hair wash for example.
In fact, I have long wanted to switch to ginger from other origins.
But from Xu Gong to Xu Zhiling, everyone seems to prefer the local "Guangyuan ginger".
I am always embarrassed to go to the deacon in charge of purchasing and ask him to order ginger from other places specifically for me.
In this era, transportation was not very convenient, and most of the traffickers were confined to one county. Although there were also caravans traveling from north to south, the price of goods from other places would rise sharply, leaving no market for them.
Now that I have wasted money, I no longer have to worry about money.
Only by living alone can you carry out the long and difficult task of washing your hair without any scruples.
Thinking of the herbs with yang properties and hair growth recorded in the "Baicao Scroll of the Tang Dynasty", Zhou Yi felt eager, as if he was eager to open up a new world.
...The little monk’s happiness is back!
Beside the barrel, Xiangzhu suddenly raised his head.