Cheng Hanyan had to admire his wife's wit. All she had to do was make the other party unable to open her eyes or open her mouth without doing anything to hurt her.
He dodged the person easily.
But what is unclear is why this woman must follow him, and how she knew that he would go to Wanfo Mountain via this road.
"This woman is really haunting. Let's be more careful when we go out in the future. Everything has its own consequences. If she can find us the first time, she can also find us the second time."
Song Yutong opened her mouth and Cheng Hanyan agreed with her words very much.
So far I still don't understand why the woman is holding on to him so tightly, it's better to be more careful.
The two drove the carriage quickly and slowly, and after spending most of the day, they finally found the temple on the top of Wanfo Mountain.
The carriage in this temple can only stop at the foot of the mountain, and you need to walk up the mountain step by step to the temple.
Song Yutong and Cheng Hanyan took out some food from the system space on the carriage, replenished their body's energy, rested for a while, and then walked up the mountain.
At the entrance of the temple, a sweeping monk was cleaning the fallen leaves on the steps. At the door stood a monk who was in charge of dressing up.
When he saw Cheng Hanyan and Song Yutong appear, he spoke with a smile.
"The two donors have finally arrived. Master Qingkong has been waiting for them inside for more than a while."
As the host said this, he made an inviting gesture and led the two of them towards the temple.
Cheng Hanyan and Song Yutong looked at each other, as if they didn't understand how Master Qingkong in the temple knew they were coming.
The host led them to the door of a room and spoke to the people inside.
"Master Qingqing, the two donors have arrived."
I only heard an old and somewhat distant voice coming from the house.
"Let them in."
The host made an invitation gesture, and after Song Yutong and Cheng Hanyan entered, he closed the door of the room and left.
The room was empty, and the master was sitting on a futon, beating the wooden fish, turning the Buddhist beads in his hand, and chanting something.
After hearing the sound of the two people coming in, he put down the wooden fish and motioned for Song Yutong and Cheng Hanyan to sit on the futons on both sides.
"The two donors came here to seek blessings from the heavenly officials?" Although Master Qingkong used questions, his tone was very affirmative.
Song Yutong did not immediately answer Master Qingkong's words, but turned to ask him: "How did Master Qingkong know that our husband and wife would come?"
Master Qingkong looked up at the roof and said something mysterious.
"Everything has its own arrangement."
Song Yutong couldn't stand how mysterious and mysterious these people were, and what they said was all nonsense.
Master Qingkong seemed to notice Song Yutong's distrust, so he just smiled and said in a friendly manner.
"How can a soul from another world live here?"
Just such a simple sentence made Song Yutong's hair stand up in fear.
"Donors, don't be afraid. I just have some warnings and I want to talk to the donors."
Song Yutong looked at the kind look on Master Qingkong's face, and the guard in her heart was reduced a lot. After all, there was still some guard hidden.
"The benefactor will have the extraordinary appearance of soaring into the sky in the future. I just hope that on that day, the benefactor will not have any thoughts of killing. Let the people in the world and let himself go, so as to draw blessings in the future. I will say this here. I will ask people to take care of him later.
I will bring you what you need, and please rest here for a while."
After Master Qingkong said these words, he left the Zen room.
Song Yutong and Cheng Hanyan were left confused. They looked at each other, wondering whether they could understand the meaning of Master Qingkong's words.
But even if she couldn't understand it, just because he revealed Song Yutong's origins in one sentence, she would keep these words in mind.
The two had a fast meal in the temple, and then the abbot who welcomed them in gave them what they needed and drove them down the mountain.
As long as you get what you want, there's no need to stay here.
The two drove the carriage towards the road home.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Song Yuqian and Qin Yu worked overtime and made more than 600 cans of beef sauce.
Song Yutong and Cheng Hanyan sent the 600 cans of beef sauce to Liujiang Young Master's snack shop.
When Young Master Liujiang saw these two people, it was like meeting his father and mother.
"Oh, you two are here. People who have bought this beef sauce are asking in turn and want to buy from me. More than 800 cans have been ordered out. Even my parents said
My business is doing well."
"Mrs. Cheng, see if you can give me another 1,000 cans in three days?" Young Master Liu Jiang tried to discuss with Song Yutong.
Unexpectedly, Song Yutong glared fiercely at him.
"Young master, if you open and close your mouth, you can make 1,000 cans. If you have a business, I will naturally be happy. But you have to give me some time to rest. Our family has been working day and night for three days and we only have 600 cans."
There are many cans, and 1,000 cans have to be supplied in three days. Isn’t the schedule too tight?”
Young Master Liujiang was just busy making money, but he never thought that there were too many things to do.
"What about five days? After finishing the remaining 400 cans, you can give me 1,000 cans in five days?"
Song Yutong calculated that there was enough time, so she nodded and agreed. After all, shopkeeper Zhang's noodle shop also ordered 50 cans of beef sauce.
Although it's not much, but if you add up the amount requested by Young Master Liujiang, it's quite a lot overall.
Thinking about it, I still have to buy two more pots, set up an open-air stove, and cook the beef sauce together as a family, so that I can ship it as soon as possible.
But here's the problem, the people who make clay pots are not as fast as them.
So Song Yutong also told about the exchange of ten ceramic jars for one jar of beef sauce, and that the exchanged beef sauce and ceramic jars must be recorded on paper and pen.
After hearing what she said, Young Master Liu Jiang immediately agreed.
This was not a problem, as the production of ceramic jars in the kiln was not that fast. Even if he wanted to make the goods for his wife and his family, he could make it in time, but if there were not enough ceramic jars, it would be useless.
Recycling ceramic jars can be used twice, and you can also save a lot of money on custom-made ceramic jars.
Young Master Liujiang began to inquire with Song Yutong.
"Mrs. Cheng, who came up with the idea of recycling ceramic jars?" Song Yutong saw the eagerness of Young Master Liu Jiang and guessed based on experience that he might want to poach people.
So he turned around and pointed at Cheng Hanyan who was following behind him.
"My husband came up with the idea."
Young Master Liu Jiang's eyes lit up, and he looked at Cheng Hanyan with burning eyes. He took the initiative to hook Cheng Hanyan's shoulders and move to the side to talk.