The wind and rain were like a rock, and the sky and the earth were dark. The wind carried the boundless rain curtain, completely covering the Huazang Temple at the foot of Yufeng Mountain.

Incense was burning in the big Buddha pavilion, Zhao Hao put the three futons together, lazily crooked on top, and the white-robed Shengxue monk in front of the Buddha listened to the rain and talked.

The day before yesterday, the Dongshan Meteorological Observatory issued the forecast for the third typhoon of this year, although the warning level has not been raised since the blue warning. It should be that the center of the typhoon entered Jiangxi, Fujian Province in Penghu, but it still brought heavy rain for several days, so Zhao Gongzi could only cancel the original schedule and go to the temple to chat with the monk to relieve his boredom.

"When Master Huixiang first came to Kunshan, it is said that that night, it was like this, and the forest roared angrily. Everyone in the county heard the voice of Pu Shu near and far, and everyone blamed it. The next day, at dawn, the foundation of the temple was completed, and the foundation stone of the steps was built, which was the help of the mountain god...... "Xuelang added oil to the Changming lamp while using that charming voice to tell Zhao Gongzi the origin of Huiju Temple, the predecessor of Huazang Temple.

"Oh, that's amazing." Zhao Gongzi said lazily perfunctorily.

"Master Zhao, do you believe it or not?" Xue Lang asked him.

"Believe it." Zhao Hao said with a smile, there is a way to sing which mountain to sing, how can he talk about science in front of the Buddha statue?

"But the little monk doesn't believe it." Who knew that Xue Lang did not shy away from saying: "Master Huixiang was able to repair Huazang Temple in a short period of time because he had an apprentice named Xiao Yan. ”

"I know, I will fight and turn the horse." Zhao Hao said happily.

"Well, I'm talking about Emperor Wu of Liang......" Xue Lang asked strangely, "What kind of famous horse is the 'Douqi Flower Horse'?" ”

"When I didn't say it......" Zhao Hao waved his hand and sat up cross-legged. In front of the Buddha, the mouth is disrespectful, so forget it.

"Alas, genius is always not understood by mortals." Xue Lang hurriedly apologized: "I can't understand Lord Zhao, it's the incompetence of the little monk." ”

"You'd better get down to business." Zhao Haoxin said that if you can understand it, it will be broken, and I can only kill people.

"Oh, what the little monk means is that because of the support of Emperor Wu of Liang, this Huazang Temple can be completed quickly, and Buddhism will also flourish." After Xuelang finished adding oil, he put incense on the Buddha again, and said quietly: "But in the 'Huichang Law Difficulty', Tang Wuzong's edict destroyed the Buddha in the world, and Huazang Temple also suffered from it, which shows that it is the monarch of the world who really has the power of the world." ”

"You bald donkey dare to slander the Buddha, isn't this smashing your own job?" Zhao Hao's eyes widened.

"When did the little monk slander my Buddha?" Xue Lang said solemnly with a precious face: "I am the most devout believer of the Buddha, you see this brand new Buddha Hall and Buddha Pavilion of Biling and Biling is the best proof——"

"What proof is this?" Zhao Gongzi said speechlessly.

"Two years ago, it was a ruin, the Daxiong Hall was open-topped, and the Buddha's face was covered with bird droppings," Xue Lang calmly looked at the golden and spotless Buddha statue, and said proudly:

"Do you say that the Buddha is a rare poor monk who only knows how to read his name and doesn't know how to repair the temple, or is it a monk who vigorously raises funds to repair the temple?"

"Of course you." Zhao Hao said without hesitation. There is a saying that 'the temple is broken and the incense is extinguished'. Only after repairing the temple can there be more incense, and the more beautiful the temple, the more prosperous the incense, and the Buddha will not even be able to calculate this little account.

Just like the ace salesman of all companies, he is a baby who is afraid of melting in his mouth, and he is late and leaves early to scold the leader...... As long as you don't flirt with the female secretary, it's fine.

"You see, with my great merit of repairing the two temples, what is it to talk and do things casually, and to be particular about food and clothing? The Buddha would not be to blame. Xue Lang said triumphantly.

Zhao Haoxin said that you are paying attention to it? I've never seen anyone more burned than you.

He remembered that the Buddha said that 'the scriptures should not be passed on lightly', and he was disgusted that the elder Zhao's family only gave three buckets and three liters of mini gold, 'and it was sold cheaply, and the children and grandchildren of the future generations had no money to use'. Suddenly Lingshan, a big enterprise, will have to give Xuelang at least Luo Han Guo in the future...... Bit.

Uh, no, that seems to be the Buddha of Lao Wu's pen. However, there are no more money-greedy people in the world than the eunuchs in the palace and the monks in the temple, and it seems that Lao Wu has a basis for writing this.

'Sin and sin. Zhao Gongzi hurriedly confessed to the Buddha and whispered: "If the Buddha wants to blame, go to the county government to find Lao Wu, he writes and arranges your old man all day long, it should be 404......"

"What did you say, Lord Zhao?" Xue Lang didn't understand again, and asked humbly: "I don't know where this 'Siling Temple' is, is it also in disrepair?" The little monk can go and repair the ......"

"No, I mean......" Zhao Hao smacked his lips and said perfunctorily: "You changed the name of Huiju Temple to Huazang Temple, isn't it authentic?" ”

Originally, the temple built by Master Hui Xiang was called 'Huiju Temple', and Wang Wei also wrote poems on this topic. After Xuelang raised funds for reconstruction, the name of the temple was changed to 'Huazang Temple'. The original monk's objection is also invalid, after all, only those who pay for it have the right to name it.

"You can't say that, can you?" Xue Lang widened his innocent eyes and said, "Originally, Tan Yue didn't come to scatter coins...... Oh no, it's incense. It can be seen that the luck of that name is gone, and it is time to change the name. Besides, how good is the name? How solemn is the 'Huazang World' on the Huayan Sutra of my sect, how fascinating, how righteous? ”

"I'm still Wang Laoji." Zhao Gongzi rolled his eyes and said, "I'm afraid that people won't know that it was your Huayan Sect cultivator." ”

"This merit can't be recorded in the name of another family." Xue Lang smiled, waved his hand and said: "Anyway, the incense is very prosperous now, if it weren't for the typhoon warning, we wouldn't have been able to leave here in broad daylight." Oh yes, even the students of Zhao Shizhu Academy, before going home to take the exam, secretly came to offer incense, and even asked the little monk for a sign. ”

"Rely on ......" Zhao Gongzi couldn't help but take a sip. But then it was relieved that the Chinese talked about this doctrine and that doctrine, in fact, they were all pragmatism.

'You need faith before the exam, worship the Buddha, it's very scientific. Zhao Gongzi is so easy to be self-consistent.

"What did you give you a signature?" He asked in a muffled voice, "Won't it all be good luck?" ”

"Zhao Gongzi, who knows me, is also, but there are also a few Xiaoji, Zhongji, can't everyone be Daji, right? That's too fake, isn't it? Xue Lang smiled and sat down beside him.

The little novice who served the host was silent, and hurriedly held the golden silk cloud brocade sitting group for the master, and then presented ivory hand beads and cherry cheese in a glass cup.

Xuelang never gets tired of eating, stews and fine, and the favorite in Baiguo is the first fruit in early spring and the first branch of Baiguo. With the delicate red cherry in your mouth and the white jade cheese of mutton fat, there is no fruit so elegant.

Oh yes, cherries are also known as peaches...... So Zhao Liben's name is a cherry, not a peach in her mouth. After all, they are also from Jinshi, and the squire will retire, so he will not be so vulgar.

Xue Lang scooped two mouthfuls of cherry cheese with a silver spoon, and sighed with some regret: "The so-called 'Huai willow becomes rainy and washes the dust, cherry cheese and tastes new', but unfortunately this canned cherry is not as red as new after all." ”

After the glassware could be mass-produced, Zhao Hao immediately asked the 08 Institute to study the production of cans. It's not so that you can eat summer fruits in winter, well, serious face!

Canned food is an artifact for keeping the crew healthy and morale on a long voyage.

Seafarers who do not eat fresh fruits and vegetables for a long time will get scurvy. During the Age of Discovery, ships did not carry full rations on long voyages, because half of the crew would die of sepsis or other injuries, and it was a waste to bring too much provisions. It was not until the end of the eighteenth century, when the French invented canning, that the survival rate of sailors increased considerably.

Zhao Gongzi is a man who wants to be the king of the sea, how can he let the precious sailor sacrifice in vain? Although we are full of vegetable planting skills and can grow bean sprouts by ourselves, how can we have enough bean sprouts alone? He decided to get this thing out in advance.

The reason why the Institute of Medicine was in charge was of course because they had already mastered pasteurization and had a unique understanding of bacteria and spoilage.

It's just that tinplate cans are not realistic, but fortunately, the earliest cans were made of glass bottles with cork and wire, tightly plugged at the mouth of the bottle.

As for the problem of fragile glass. The ancestors were able to sell porcelain to Europe from the sea for a long time, and there must have been a way to properly preserve the glass cans on board.

It's just that glass is expensive. Although it is its own production, it is not good to keep the purchase price too low, which will seriously damage the price system of glass and affect the production enthusiasm of glass factory employees.

And it will seriously reduce the windfall profits of glassware...... When the rich people know that the crew members use glass jars for food and then urinate, they will definitely not want to pay the IQ tax anymore. So how can it work? Zhao Gongzi is far from earning enough!

But this is not a problem, it is a big deal to use cheap porcelain jars or even worthless clay pots when it is mass-produced.

Well, the glass cans are a limited premium edition, the porcelain cans are the standard version, and the clay cans are the military version.

Perfect!

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"Almost, you." Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and said, "It's almost July, it's good to have canned cherries to make cherry cheese for you." Still want to eat the new cherries? Eat lonely for you! ”

"Master Zhao, my little novice can't eat it......" Xue Lang saw that the little monk shrank in fright, and hurriedly cried and laughed: "And not all monks are good, such as the little monk." ”

Zhao Hao was dumbfounded when he heard this, okay, he did think of the paragraph in "Xiaolin Guangji" when he saw Xue Lang-

The old monk went out of the back garden, and was mistakenly pushed into the buttocks by the tip of the bamboo shoots, which caused more pain. Seeing this, Xiao Shami clasped his palms together: "Amitabha, retribution." ”

But the little novice in his imagination is him, not this silence......

"Okay, let's get serious." Zhao Hao coughed twice, looked at Xue Lang's Lady Butterfly-like face and said, "I remember that when you were in Jinling, you said after repairing the Great Bao'en Temple, you will retire after success and will not be resented." ”

"Not bad." Xue Lang suddenly said happily: "It turns out that Master Zhao is quite interested in the little monk. ”

"yes, we're good friends." Zhao Hao nodded with a smile and said, "Of course I have to care about you, are you going to fight elsewhere?" ”

"Well, it will. The little monk made a great wish to build ten temples for the Buddha, and this is the second one. Xue Lang smiled: "But it's not in a hurry at this time, it's okay to wait for Zhao Zhixian to move around." ”

"What does it have to do with my dad?" Zhao Hao was puzzled.

"It's easy to do things with old parents." Xue Lang also blinked and said, "Oh yes, it may be my husband's ancestor at that time, isn't that more convenient?" ”

"You monk, you are pickled, I thought you came to Kunshan for me, it turned out to be for my father!" Zhao Hao was speechless for a while, and then smiled: "In that case, how about I find you a more reliable backer?" ”

ps. Keep writing and go back to sleep when you're done......