Escape to the desert and farming: the doomsday boss dressed as the best eldest sister

No way, since it became a royal monastery, it has been a long time since it has received outside pilgrims.

In the past three years, he only did things for the first emperor, and all the masters almost knew this book by heart.

After finally two new customers came, it is no wonder that Master Zhike strongly recommends the business.

Bai Junjun and Li Wenli looked at each other, and came back seven days later to make a wish.

After all, according to the understanding of the journey up the mountain, I am afraid that the chance of getting the difficulty of farming today is not high.

As a representative, Li Wenli wrote information about the fathers and even the clans of both parties.

Master Zhike took it over solemnly: "Two benefactors, don't worry, we will definitely take care of this matter so that both worlds of Ming and Yang can be peaceful. Please take a look at the merit money."

Master Zhike opened a small notebook as he spoke.

Bai Junjun glanced at it casually, and she was almost dumbfounded just by such a glance.

"1000 taels of silver?"

If she remembers correctly, this is a temple, right?Are these people crazy, dare to blackmail her?

Master Zhike smiled calmly: "I know, it must be too little for you, but today's world is difficult, even if you have spare money in your family, you can't waste it. It's better to hoard some money for emergencies."

"..." Bai Junjun: No, she didn't.

Li Wenli also helped his forehead helplessly: "This 1000 taels...isn't it too much?"

"What do you two mean?" Master Zhike looked bewildered.

He was eloquent since he was a child, so the abbot arranged for him to be a pilgrim to contact the believers. This position is equivalent to the shopkeeper in the inn. For the first time in his nearly 40 years of experience, Master Zhike felt that he could not understand the mind of the pilgrims.

Not to mention that the two little friends were brought here by the princess, but just talking about the Bai family, thinking that when the head of the Bai family came to be a meritorious benefactor, she once gave 10 taels, let alone 1000 taels, which is really not much.

Zhike's mind turned back and forth, waiting to continue guessing what the two of them meant.

Bai Junjun said calmly: "We were introduced by King Hanying, can't we make a discount?"

"Uh..." Zhike was embarrassed: "For things like merit funds, the more the better, the more the more pious."

The two sides reached a stalemate, and Bai Junjun was struggling between giving and not giving.

In the end, it was Li Wenli who made the case: "1000 taels is really not much, it is just a trivial matter for us."

As he spoke, he took out the bulging bag from his sleeve, which contained 50 taels of silver, a total of twenty taels.

The 1000 taels was only rewarded by Yuwen Luanfei yesterday, and Bai Junjun was defeated by Li Wenli without being warm.

"Fox!" Bai Junjun rushed over with a distressed face, and was about to confront Li Wenli.

Li Wenli calmly patted her hand to reassure her: "From the masses to the masses, no matter how much money you can do for our father, it is worth it. Miss, you will come back after all the money is gone."

Bai Junjun was taken aback, feeling that there was something in Li Wenli's words.

But Zhike didn't know, and just smiled and nodded in agreement: "Young Master said, if you give up, you will get something. Today's 1000 taels will definitely be rewarded with [-] taels in the future."

"Master is right." Li Wenli agreed wholeheartedly.

When Master Zhike counted the money and registered the practice matters for them, the trip of the two of them was over.

Seeing the knowledgeable master who invited them down the mountain immediately, Li Wenli said, "We finally went up the mountain. How about master, let us put incense sticks on the Bodhisattva to say hello, what do you think?"

"This..." Zhike hesitated.

It's not that he doesn't want to, but that he is also very embarrassed!