The corners of Huang Hanyun's mouth slanted, sneered, and then looked like he was on his chest, raised his wine glass and signaled to the man next to him: "Brother Yu invited the singer today to have a bit of a look, but I don't know if there will be a good article here in the Yu family for a while?" ”

"Let Brother Huang smile, see and smile, turn around and send them to Brother Huang's house, you must serve Brother Huang well, safflower needs green leaves to lining, Brother Huang can produce a large number of people, as for poetry and articles or something, where do you dare to compare with Brother Huang, until Brother Huang catches up with Prince Wencheng in the future, don't forget us, Brother Huang eats meat, just give the younger brother a mouthful of soup to drink..."

The man next to him looked flattering, not in the slightest shocked by the news of Monk Zhiyun.

"That's natural, on the text wall of Zhiyun Temple this year, it is naturally an article from our Huang family, who is with whom of our two families, and my Huang family has become an imperial merchant when I turn around, so naturally the benefits of Brother Yu are indispensable."

Huang Hanyun laughed and raised his glass with a proud face.

Of course, this news was naturally very shocking to someone like Ye Junsheng who heard it for the first time, and he invited Jiang Sheng to his side very strictly: "Brother Jiang's song "The Death of a Beautiful Woman" last year is wonderful, and this year you will be on the Wenqiang wall of Zhiyun Temple again, can you be sure?" ”

Jiang Sheng is humble, he took the lead last year, he is also under a lot of pressure, and then look at the situation this year, this poetry meeting has not started yet, it has already been full of gunpowder, he bowed down and said: "Wonderful sentences are accidental, but Master Ye rest assured, Jiang Sheng will go all out." ”

As he was talking, a pot-bellied, about fifty-year-old man with a string of goat's whiskers walked to the middle of the garden, cleared his throat, and said in a deep voice: "Prince Wencheng is going to our Ningzhou, it is a big deal, this time the prince is in private service, it is inconvenient to make a big statement, so as not to work the people and hurt the money, so that the ill-intentioned people know where to report the matter to the emperor."

These Japanese officials discussed with Master Zhiyun and Mrs. Xing, and unanimously decided that the expenses for the prince's activities in Ningzhou this time will be undertaken by private firms, I don't know what your intentions are? ”

The prince's outing, which should have been received by the local government, is public expense, but the prince is not the emperor after all, and if the momentum is bigger, it will inevitably be said that it is a waste of money and a loss of reputation.

Fortunately, Ningzhou has a think tank, Xing Lao, Xing Taifu, who has been a teacher of Prince Wencheng for eight years, and after Xing Taifu's move, he has a perfect idea.

This matter was prepared by private firms to raise funds, so that the people of Quanning Prefecture could know that the prince spent the money of merchants on his trip, and did not collect the common people, which was conducive to the prince's reputation. Second, this is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for businessmen, and they will definitely spare no effort to do the scenery, and there is a lot to do.

As soon as Mo Zhizhou's voice fell, Ye Junsheng stood up suddenly: "This year's donation and repair of Zhiyun Temple is the turn of our Ye family, although my Ye family is not the richest man in Ningzhou, Ye is not talented, and the repair of Zhiyun Temple this time will be funded by Ye..."

Before Ye Junsheng finished speaking, Huang Hanyun, who was not far away, sneered and interrupted as if he had known that he would say this: "The Ye family funded the repair, a good Ye family funded the repair, you say this, it seems that Prince Wencheng's trip is specifically to collect the people's capital and people's ointment, where is Brother Ye going to take the prince?"

Not to mention this year, it is the past practice, Zhiyun Temple is a heavy incense place in Ningzhou, dedicated to the Buddha to keep the city safe, the wind and rain are smooth, this repair is also the matter of the people of our city, when will Zhiyun Temple be divided into your Ye family's private property, don't say that I Huang Hanyun does not follow, that is, to say it, the people of Ningzhou City do not do it..."

"Brother Huang, where is this, I just said that I paid for the repair, and I didn't say that Zhiyun Temple is my Ye family, after the repair, naturally the people of the whole city can come here to pray for incense..."

"Haha... Your family paid for the temple to be repaired, and no one else paid for it, the Buddha must only bless your Ye family if he knows it, don't say that he won't bless us, I'm afraid it's useless if the prince comes to incense. ”

Another person stood up and said, anyway, it is not easy for the Ye family to finalize this matter, most of the people sitting here are rich businessmen in Ningzhou, and when the opportunity comes, everyone wants to get involved.

"That's it, Brother Ye has been very unlucky recently, and he has died three times in a row, if Brother Ye takes the lead, I'm afraid he will bring bad luck to the prince."

The son of the Yu family is naturally on Huang Hanyun's side, and he is unpleasant to say.

"You..." Ye Jun was angry and didn't fight, turned to look at Mo Zhizhou in the middle and an old man in his seventies not far away: "Master Mo, Elder Xing, you come to comment, should the renovation of Zhiyun Temple be done by our Ye family this year." ”

Mo Zhizhou is an old slippery head, all the people sitting here are rich people in Ningzhou, no one can afford to offend, his eyes rolled, the kung fu of Tai Chi in the officialdom has long been perfected, he said: "Xing Lao was the prince's teacher, in terms of official position, talent and morality, I think it is better to leave it to Xing Lao to decide." ”

Huang Hanyun smiled, as if he had known Mo Zhizhou's words for a long time.

Not far away, a silver-haired, energetic old man raised his hand, very calm, not in a hurry and said: "Everyone don't fight, Wencheng Xiwen, this is what the old man knows, in my opinion, whose article can be on the wall of the poetry meeting for a while, and who will do the donation of Zhiyun Temple this year." ”

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, as if he thought of something again, and then said: "Okay, it's a charity donation, and the people of our whole city must participate, but you can't pay for it yourself, Zhiyun Temple is everyone's, and everyone has to contribute, not anyone's private Buddhist hall, and the host can't donate money by themselves." ”

After Xing Lao finished speaking, the people present quieted down, and Ye Junsheng also gasped heavily, in fact, when he heard Monk Zhiyun say this, he knew that this year, the Ye family would definitely not be so smooth when they were going to hold a charity donation to repair the temple.

The reason why there was a fuss was to let Xing Lao and Mo Zhizhou set the rules in front of everyone, so that people like Huang Hanyun who got the news in advance could not easily get the opportunity.

For example, now, no one can say who will do it, it depends on whose talents can make good articles and get on the literary wall, so that they can get opportunities.

A good article can't be faked, but it has to be supervised by the people of the world if it is on the wall, and if someone doesn't show some real skills to come out, it will cause a big joke.

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