"Oh, don't pull out my hair, I'll never go to the Gu family's shop again." The guests wept and howled.

When he saw that the other party just pulled his hair and didn't rob him of his money, how could he not know whose family it was?

Only the people of the Sangha Department will pull out other people's hair to check if they are fake monks.

It was the Song family's family who pulled out his hair, and he was in charge of the street of Tenglong Qianzhuang.

Just now, he just turned to look at a big girl who had just walked over, and when he was distracted, he was pulled in by the shopkeeper.

However, Song Wenjian told him that he could let one or two guests in, and when they came out, he would pluck their hair.

Or find out who the other person is, and then pull out their hair when they get home.

Song Wenjian just wants to let the people of the entire Leizhou Mansion know that whoever dares to help the Lei family's business will make the other party feel bad.

After pulling out the guest's hair, the housekeeper coldly asked the other party's name and address. "You'd better get the money back now, or we'll go to your house tonight to investigate the fake monk."

"Ah, sir, don't scare me." The guest said with a bitter face: "I have already borrowed money, and I can't pay it back now." ”

Jia Ding said: "That's your business, we have warned you, whoever helps the Gu family's business will not be able to get along with us." Hello for yourself, don't say I didn't warn you. ”

After saying that, the family pulled out a handful of hair on the guest's head viciously, causing the guest to scream in pain.

Now the guests are frightened, how dare they go back?

If someone from the Song family goes to his house to pluck their hair tonight, they will definitely make a mess of their family.

That's it, he didn't dare to go to the Gu family's shop in the future, otherwise something would really happen.

The guest hurriedly got up from the ground and ran towards Tengcheng Bank, and when he ran into the bank, the shopkeeper couldn't help but wonder when he saw that the hair on his head was a lot less. "Guest, what's wrong with you?"

"I don't borrow money from you, you pay me back the IOU." The guests shouted loudly.

"You've already written an IOU and borrowed the money, how can you get it back?" The shopkeeper understood the guest's request, and then looked at the Song family outside the door, and immediately understood what was going on.

The guest shouted, "I don't care, I'm going to pay back today anyway." According to the rules, I can return it today. ”

The shopkeeper saw that the guest had to return, so he had to ask the other party to pay the interest of one or two silver, and then hand over the formalities.

When this guest ran outside to talk about the cruelty of the Song family, passers-by were secretly afraid.

You weren't caught by the Song family on the spot, and the Song family would go to your house to look for you, so who would dare to go to the Gu family's store, and whoever went would suffer.

For a while, the Gu family's shop was really crowded, and there was no business.

Seeing this, the Gu family couldn't help but be angry.

The old man of the Gu family hurriedly called all the children of the Gu family back to discuss the matter, to see whether to compromise with Song Wenjian or to have a hard encounter with Song Wenjian.

Song Wenjian sat proudly in the public room of the monk Gangsi, cross-legged and listened to Xingsheng's report on the specific situation of Gaoshan Temple.

After the last time he was subdued, Song Wenjian did not have a detailed understanding of the situation in Gaoshan Temple.

Now that he heard Xingsheng talk about the situation of the temple, he was shocked.

Others thought that the temple was a poor place with clear water, but they didn't expect that there was so much oil and water here.

There is not much incense money in Gaoshan Temple every day, but there are many people who believe in Buddhism in ancient times.

No matter how poor those people are, when they come to the Buddha, they will sincerely offer some incense money.

The temple will say that as long as there is a heart, it is more or less a heart, it doesn't matter.

But people are strange, if you ask him to donate incense money at will, he doesn't know how much to give. I thought that the more money I gave to the incense, the more the Buddha would bless them.

So, at the end of this day, the little money accumulated into a lot, sometimes the incense money was more than 1,000 taels of silver a day, and when it was less, there were dozens of taels of silver.

There are also many fields in Gaoshan Temple that are rented out to farmers for planting, and they do not have to pay taxes, which are all white flowers.

How much money can Gaoshan Temple earn in a year, Xingsheng is an ambush and does not say the truth.

But according to Song Wenjian's secret speculation, in addition to the expenses of Gaoshan Temple for a year, Xingsheng can earn at least tens of thousands of taels of silver a year.

Officials such as the prefect of Kebu do not have a salary of 1,000 taels of silver a year.

Other gray income is regarded as the income of corruption and law, and it cannot be put on the table at all.

But the income of Gaoshan Temple is their own income, just like modern self-management, the government does not give you money, and how much you can earn is yours.

"Abbot Xingsheng, you are good, you have earned quite a lot." Song Wenjian smiled at Xing**.

Xingsheng saw that Song Wenjian was smiling and not smiling, and his heart was shocked.

Through these days of contact, Xingsheng knows that Song Wenjian is a ruthless master, don't look at him like a fool, but he is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

If you are not careful, you will be deceived by him, and you will suffer a big loss.

"Lord Song, this is my annual filial piety to you." Xingsheng said as he took out a silver ticket of one hundred taels from his sleeve.

"That's all?" Song Wenjian said coldly.

However, although Song Wenjian said this, he still put away the silver ticket, and then continued to reach out and ask for money.

In this way, Xingsheng kept giving Song Wenjian money and gave him 5,000 taels of silver. "Lord Song, I have no money."

Song Wenjian stood up all of a sudden, and sneered at Xingsheng: "Xingsheng, since you say so, then I will give you 10,000 taels of silver a year, you hand over Gaoshan Temple, and I will let others take care of it." ”

"What? It's not okay. Xingsheng jumped up immediately as if he had been burned by fire, and he was not at all reserved as the previous master.

Song Wenjian asked, "Why not?" You can't manage such a good mountain temple, you can only earn such a small amount of money, I'd better find someone with the ability to manage it. ”

"Amitabha, Lord Song, a Buddha like you will blame you." Xingsheng clasped his hands together and returned to the appearance of an enlightened monk just now.

Song Wenjian sneered: "Xingsheng, you are corrupt and pervert the law, aren't you afraid that the Buddha will blame you?" Don't use this to fool me, I don't believe in it. ”

Seeing Song Wenjian say this, Xingsheng also knew Song Wenjian's bottom line, so he had to shake his head and say, "Okay, Lord Song, in half a year, I'll give you another five thousand taels of silver, okay?" ”

"Alright, you can go back." Song Wenjian didn't want to push Xingsheng into a hurry.

He takes a fraction of Xingsheng's income for a year, and Xingsheng is still acceptable.

If you want too much, you may be forced to jump over the wall in a hurry.

As soon as Xingsheng left, Jian Yuping walked out. "Young master, Iron Dao has something to ask to see."

"Iron Knife has come to Leizhou Mansion?" Song Wenjian's face showed surprise.

I heard Wu Guanhai say before that Tiedao has been secretly investigating the case of Chen Huatao's family being killed.

Wu Guanhai also warned the iron knife and asked him not to investigate again, but the iron knife is strong, and he investigates secretly.

Could it be that something was found out by the iron knife? Song Wenjian was worried.