Chapter two hundred and forty mindless and unhappy
Think about it, Xinlingfang is right next to Daxiangguo Temple. If this generation gives money to others, only the "luck and longevity money" from Daxiangguo Temple can be regarded as their traditional sphere of influence.
It's just that the "Ten Evils of Buddhism" he listed at the gate of Shangqing Palace didn't seem to have any impact on others.
After most of the scholars condemned it, there was no follow-up. Obviously, the life that should be carried out has to continue. The fortune money did not disappear because of Ye An's verbal criticism, because after all, it is a matter that one is willing to fight or suffer.
Daxiangguo Temple didn’t force people to borrow money, right?
Although Ye An is rich, he will not lend it to Widow Zhang, not because he is stingy, but because Widow Zhang is unwilling to accept it. This woman would rather use her body to make money from Ye An than from him.
Get a loan.
Even if Ye An promised not to charge any money, they would not consider it at all, saying that after borrowing Ye An's money, they would have no shame in staying in Xinlingfang.
As the "money boss", Uncle Ge just sighed slightly and discouraged Ye An from lending money to Widow Zhang.
"This is the last dignity of the family. The Marquis should not insist on it. It is natural to pay back debts. Since you have borrowed money from Fushou, you must pay it back. It is your own family's business. It is unreasonable to reach out to the Marquis again.
, The Zhang family has been in Xinlingfang for many years, and the medicinal materials shop is also a benevolence."
Ye An didn't understand this kind of behavior at first. He was almost forced to work as a secret prostitute, but he still had to care about his dignity. Where did he get his dignity from?
But looking at the firm eyes of Widow Zhang and Uncle Ge, Ye An gradually understood that what they insisted on was the last dignity of ordinary people, and they could not be looked down upon even if they were in dire straits.
Without any interaction or contribution, how could one borrow money from Ye An, the founding prince of the country?
With a "bang", the door of Uncle Ge Sanshu's home was pushed open, without even knocking on the door. It was obvious that the visitor was evil. As the "money boss" of Xinlingfang and the official of Xinlingfang, Ge
The door to my third uncle's house is almost never locked during the day.
So Ye An saw a "meat mountain", good guy... no wonder it is called "meat mountain Buddha", the fat meat on this body can produce half a catty of oil and water with just a pinch of it, right?
"Mrs. Zhang, you are quite sensible. You knew you were waiting at Ge's house, so why should you pay back the money today? Otherwise, the Buddha would not let you go!"
A head poked out from behind the Roshan Buddha. With a thin and dry appearance and a bald head, he did not look like a monk, but looked like a businessman full of philistine spirit.
Ye An put the food and wine he had brought on the stone table and started laying the dishes. In the past two days, Xuan'er was busy mending the house, Tieniu was busy sweeping, and the Wang Gang was busy in the tavern.
I was about to find Uncle Ge to hire a steward and servant near Xinlingfang, but I didn't expect to stumble upon the affairs of Widow Zhang's house.
That's fine, just treat it as a pastime while you are resting. How much respect do others have for Daxiangguo Temple? Ye An doesn't like this. People who can even directly attack Monk Kongkong are still afraid of these two little bastards?
In Ye An's view, Roshan Buddha and Ganba monks were not monks at all, but just thugs and accountants of Daxiangguo Temple who kept money for good fortune and longevity.
The strong aroma of wine attracted Roshan Buddha and Ganba monks.
In their eyes, Ye An, who was wearing a short collar, was just a boy from a certain family in Xinlingfang. He might have appeared in the Ge family because of some trivial matter, or even to borrow money from the Daxiangguo Temple.
Seeing him calmly pouring wine, drinking wine, and seeing all kinds of delicacies he had never seen before on the stone table, the silent Roushan Buddha moved his huge body forward and grabbed the roasted meat that Ye An was cooking.
The chicken is about to be put into the mouth.
Uncle Ge San kept exclaiming: "Roshan Buddha, don't be rude!"
But Ye An shook his head slightly at him and winked slyly.
Monk Ganba didn't care about this at all. He looked at Roushan Buddha eating chicken happily, and instead picked up the wine cup and drank.
The strong aroma of wine, accompanied by the hot liquid, flowed through his intestines and stomach, reminding him of the tavern next to the Daxiangguo Temple that was packed with customers.
Ye An's tavern has no other name, just the word "Tavern" on the signboard, which is simple and easy to understand.
"I didn't expect you, a kid, to have the fine wine from the Xiangguo Temple Tavern. Why did you come to the Ge family just to borrow money to live? I've never seen you before?"
Ye An would not answer his question, but just smiled and said, "You shouldn't waste the food and wine I brought."
Normally he would bully others. Monk Ganba looked at the Roushan Buddha who was eating and drinking next to him. He sneered and grabbed a handful of egg yolk cabbage and put it into his mouth. He casually planned to rub the oil in his hand on Ye An's body.
Ye An caught him in the flash of lightning. It was like a poisonous snake spitting out a message. He grabbed his thumb and broke it, causing the thin Ganba monk to scream in agony.
"You thief, let go quickly! Do you know... Ouch!"
"Do you know who I am? Do you know how much the food and wine on this table cost? Do you know that Monk Kongkong behaves well in front of me!"
The whistling stopped in an instant, and he stretched out his hand and pulled Ganba Monk in front of him, and his fist as big as Roushan Buddha's clay pot hit Ganba Monk's face hard.
The remains of the wine and food were spit out from the dry monk's mouth with three white teeth, and sprayed on the fine table of wine and food.
"You two elders must not be rude. This is the Marquis of Yunzhong who has just moved to Xinlingfang!"
The dry monk covering his mouth lay on the ground and stared at Ye An with wide eyes. The Roshan Buddha next to him also stopped immediately. Who would have thought that the young man in front of him was actually the founding lord named by the imperial court?!
"You are brainless and unhappy. Since you two ruined my banquet, you should repay me alive. I charge you ten guan, which is not much, right?"
"Ten coins?! Isn't this too unfair, Mr. Hou?"
Monk Ganba stood up from the ground like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He looked at the food and wine on the table and said in a low voice with a flattering smile: "Since you are familiar with Master Kongkong, how can you make things difficult for us..."
Ye An smiled: "If you ask Monk Kongkong, he will definitely tell you to stay away from me! Stop blabbering, give me the money and leave, otherwise I will go to Daxiangguo Temple!"
If you can't be soft or hard, you can only act rogue. Of course, in their eyes, Ye An is the one who is rogue and wants to use this table of food and wine to blackmail others.
Monk Ganba suddenly laughed and said: "Since the dignified founder of the country has spoken for the Zhang family's wife, I will leave soon. But the Zhang family's wife, a powerful dragon cannot overwhelm a local snake! Let's settle the accounts slowly!"
Widow Zhang was horrified. Such a threat was more terrifying than anything else, especially the fact that Monk Ganba kept staring at her child. She was even more frightened and said: "Lord, please forgive me. It's not the slave family who wants to offend you two, but the family."
The turnover cannot be opened, please give me a few days of grace!"
Monk Ganba glanced at Ye An: "This Marquis has stood up for you, and the grace is natural. How dare we, the young monks, offend the Marquis of Yunzhong? If you want to write it off, then you have to take good care of me and the two brothers.
That’s it…”
Widow Zhang's eyes glanced at the body of Roshan Buddha, and she immediately said in despair: "This will cost the lives of the slave family?!"
Ping pong...,
There was a crisp sound, followed by a scream. Uncle Ge San's mouth twitched with sore teeth, and he kept sucking in the cold air. Ye An actually put a basin of hot soup on the top of Ganba Monk's head, and the hot soup flowed down
His brain flowed into the wide cassock, which made him scream.
The Roushan Buddha was even more miserable. The small charcoal basin in the food box to keep him warm was buckled on his head, making him jump around in place like a dancing white pig.
"Nima, you're still here beeping! Not happy, who told you to speak? Who told you to leave without thinking? Who told you to ignore my existence?"
In an instant, Ye An transformed from a handsome young man, an elegant prince, and a gentle scholar into a violent beast.
He picked up the pots and pans on the table and pointed them at the fat and thin monks.