Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary of the starting point, and the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bag and school bag, this time's "515 Red Envelope Flip" must be seen, how can there be a reason not to grab the red envelope, set the alarm clock high~

The carriage braked too fast, and the people who practiced martial arts on the lock pillar stabilized with their feet, and Luo Jian and Huang Zongxi almost didn't fall into the carriage.

"Master, I won't let you go through the card in front of you." The coachman stretched out his head to the carriage and said, the coachman was also a guard, but he would drive the carriage.

"Set up a card? Lock pillars, you go down and have a look. Luo Jian said to the lock pillar, and the lock post jumped out of the carriage in one step and ran towards the place where the card was set up in front.

After a while, the lock post ran back again, got into the car, locked his expression a little weird, and scratched his head after getting into the car.

"What's the matter?" Luo Jian asked.

"Shopkeepers, they set up cards to collect money." The lock pillar said, the shopkeeper is the name of Luo Jian agreed before he came out.

"Set up a card to collect money? What the hell is it for? Luo Jian saw that Suozhu's expression was becoming more and more weird, and asked anxiously.

"They said that they would build a shrine for the Metropolitan Governor and a few angels, and the vendors who passed by would have to pay for it." Said the bollard.

"Ancestral Hall? What's that? Luo Jian didn't react for a while.

"Shopkeeper, they're going to build a temple for you." Huang Zongxi said with a smile. After speaking, Huang Zongxi introduced the so-called ancestral hall to Luo Jian in detail.

Originated in the Western Han Dynasty, the ancestral hall or temple is an ancestral hall or temple built for the living. In the Ming Dynasty, Wei Zhongxian controlled the government and the power of the world, many flatterers or those who were afraid of his arrogance, set up an ancestral hall for him, and finally Wei Zhongxian's ancestral hall "several times the world". At the end of the Ming Dynasty, officials from various prefectures and counties began to prosper when they set up ancestral halls for themselves, and many officials began to instruct their subordinates to erect monuments and build ancestral halls for them during their tenure.

Huang Zongxi's words reminded Luo Jian of the poems of the Zang Ke family. "There are people who want to engrave their names in stone, who want to be 'immortal'... If the name is carved in stone, the name rots earlier than the corpse. ”

"Nonsense! Let's go, go down and have a look. Luo Jian couldn't laugh or cry, thinking that a few of his tires were molded into mud tires and placed in the temple. There was also a strange look on his face.

Luo Jian is dressed as a standard businessman, and Huang Zongxi looks like a bookkeeper, and the lock post must be a long follower.

Luo Jian and the others got out of the car and saw that there was a row of rejecting horses on the official road in front, and there were several people who looked like officials on both sides, and there was a table on the side of the road, and a person who looked like a scribe was sitting at the table, and there were four treasures of the study in front of him.

"You're here to pay?" The scribe saw Luo Jian and a few people coming over, and asked with squinted eyes.

"What money? What is this money for? Luo Jian asked.

"Look at your dress. You're also a small businessman, aren't you? Don't have any knowledge at all? Just now, your chief said that it was for the Metropolitan Governor and a few angels to build a shrine, and the past vendors had to pay a share of the money. The scribe said impatiently.

"Who asked you to repair this ancestral hall?" Luo Jian then asked.

"What do you care about so much? Is this what you should ask? Do you want to pay or not? If you don't pay, please go back the way you came! The scribe raised his eyes and looked at Luo Jian, and his tone was already a little unkind.

"And how much should we pay?" Luo Jian didn't seem to see the scribe's impatient expression, and continued to ask.

"Two hundred yuan, not a penny." The scribe said.

"So much? Can I see your ledger? I will pay as much as you want. Luo Jian glanced at the account book just now and saw that not all the numbers recorded were two hundred.

200 Chinese dollars can be exchanged for cash, which is not a small number. There were a lot of vendors along the way, so they continued to collect it like this. Not to mention the Seminary Temple, it is enough to build a Daxiong Treasure Hall.

There were already a lot of horse-drawn carriages parked on the road, and many people got out of the carriage and ran to the table to watch, and when they heard that they had to pay 200 yuan, some even returned to the carriage, turned around and walked back.

"What if we don't?" Luo Jian said coldly.

"Don't pay? Then hurry up and go back to where you came from. Don't stand in the way! When the scribe heard that Luo Jian didn't pay the money, his face changed, his voice became stern, and several officials also walked over to this side.

Luo Jian thought about it before he started to come out, and this time it was mainly research. Generally don't care about idle things, how do you know that this kind of thing happened just a day after getting off the train and changing the carriage, and my heart is a little angry.

"Do they know that you have given them to the Governor's Temple? As far as I know, during the Apocalypse, everyone was busy giving Wei Zhongxian a cultivation temple, are you comparing the Metropolitan Governor to Wei Zhongxian? Huang Zongxi froze when he saw the scene, and walked over and said.

"Bold! You dare to compare the Angel Governor with Wei Wei, if it were a few years ago, you would have to go to jail just by what you said! Hearing Huang Zongxi say this, the scribe stood up and pointed at Huang Zongxi.

"I don't have any eyesight! Our lord said, the Metropolitan Governor and a few angels saved all the people from fire and water, but they are really reincarnated Bodhisattvas, what's wrong with cultivating a living shrine? Just a few of you are here to talk crookedly, if the master knows, he will definitely not spare you! A man who looked like an official came up and said.

"Your lord?" Luo Jian asked, the Nanjing government has clearly stipulated that officials are not allowed to call themselves masters, and subordinates are not allowed to call themselves masters.

More and more people gathered around the back, and many began to whisper.

"What is it for the Metropolitan Governor Ancestral Hall, this county master wants to be promoted, and he can't think of a way to pat himself on the back, so he came up with this way." Although the voice was small, Luo Jian's ears were very good and he could hear it clearly.

"If you want to say that I want to repair a living shrine for the metropolitan governor, I have no opinion, but this county master actually wants to repair eighteen on this official road, who is this for?"

"It's better to pay it, alas, this business is not profitable, and this time it will not be good."

The scribe was about to lash out at Luo Jian, when an official ran up to him and whispered a few words in his ear, and the scribe began to run to the other side of the rejection horse, where a carriage had just arrived and was now parked on the side of the road.

"Master, are you here in person?" The scribe went over and lifted the curtain of the carriage, nodded and said.

"How's the money going? Why are so many people here? A dragging voice came from the carriage.

"Back to the master, the front was quite smooth, but a few people came just now but refused to hand it over, so the road was blocked." The scribe hurriedly said.

The scribe was in a hurry, and the ledger on the table was still there. As soon as the official errand also went around the carriage, Luo Jian walked over and sat down directly at the table, opened the account book and looked at it.

This look surprised Luo Jian, it seems that there is really a lot of money collected here, Luo Jian roughly estimated, there are more than 20,000 Chinese dollars.

You must know that the current Chinese dollar is still very strong. The exchange with silver is still the same as when it was just issued, and the 20,000 Chinese yuan is basically equivalent to 2,000 taels of silver, Luo Jian looked at the date, and it was only three days after receiving it.

As soon as Luo Jian stood up, he saw the scribe lift the curtain of the carriage with one hand, and help a middle-aged man in his forties to get out of the carriage with the other. He was originally a county official of the Hongguang Dynasty, and later established the Nanjing government, and he became the county magistrate of Changshu County, and I know him. ”

"You go and negotiate with him, let him remove this toll point first, return the money collected as soon as possible, and talk about other things later." Luo Jian explained softly, and took a few steps back after speaking.

The scribe helped the magistrate of Changshu County and walked over. "Master, just now these people refused to pay." The scribe said in the ear of the visitor.

The somewhat wealthy county magistrate slowly glanced at the crowded people in front of him. However, when he saw Huang Zongxi standing in the front row, his chubby body suddenly became flexible, and he walked in front of Huang Zongxi in a few steps, hugged his fists and bowed, "Oh, I don't know if Brother Taichong is coming to Xianxian." It's really rude to miss the distance! ”

"Brother Feng, I'm just passing through Changshu, you don't have to care, but Brother Feng. I guess the Metropolitan Governor would be angry if he found out. Huang Zongxi hugged his fists and said.

"Brother Taichong, the Metropolitan Governor and several angels saved the people from fire and water, and the county has been grateful to the Metropolitan Governor and several angels since Feng, and it is impossible to express our admiration, so I want to erect a monument to build a shrine to express the gratitude of the people of our county to the Metropolitan Governor and several angels." County Magistrate Feng said to Huang Zongxi very reverently.

"Brother Feng, judging from Huang's previous contact with the Metropolitan Governor and several angels, they don't seem to value these, what they value is whether the people's lives are good, if Brother Feng can change his admiration for the Metropolitan Governor and several angels into wholeheartedly doing things for the people, Brother Feng's future will be bright."

Huang Zongxi's words can be regarded as a reminder to this Feng county magistrate, Luo Jian looked at the fat county magistrate, and didn't know how he reacted to Huang Zongxi's words.

"Brother Feng is very blessed, he can often listen to the teachings of the Metropolitan Governor, why don't you go to Changshu County for a few days, anyway, you will have to go through Changshu when you go to Shanghai County, and Brother Yu can just ask Brother Xian for advice. This matter of establishing a shrine is not only in my Changshu County, but also in other counties, but my Changshu is moving faster and making it bigger. ”

County Magistrate Feng's words surprised Luo Jian, it seems that the matter of Lisheng Temple not only happened in Changshu County, but also in other counties, if this matter is made to become the wind, not to mention the loss of life and money, the bad impact caused by it may be irreversible in a short time.

Luo Jian regretted a little that he had pretended to be an "angel" under Yangzhou City, but several of his own people and the warrior car appeared abruptly under Yangzhou City, if he didn't say so, the origin of his several people could not be explained to Shi Kefa and others at that time.

"Brother Feng, this matter must not be allowed, if you can listen to me, quickly remove this card, and return the money collected to the people, otherwise don't blame me Huang Zongxi for not talking about the friendship of fellow villagers, I will disclose this matter in the "China Daily", and then the Nanjing government will investigate it, and don't blame me for not reminding you today."

Huang Zongxi saw that County Magistrate Feng was still insisting, and saw that Luo Jian's face had sunk beside him, and there were more and more vehicles and pedestrians jammed on the road, so he was a little anxious, so he also lowered his face and said to County Magistrate Feng.

"It's... Today, I listened to the words of the virtuous brother, and you quickly withdrew, and the money collected was returned. Seeing that Huang Zongxi's face was no longer right, County Magistrate Feng didn't realize the wonder, and hurriedly said to the scrivener who was bent over beside him.

As soon as the checkpoint was withdrawn, the official road was suddenly unblocked, the official road was already wide, and this time it was released, the vehicles and pedestrians went one after another, leaving only the carriage of Luo Jian and the carriage of County Magistrate Feng were still there.

"Brother Taichong, Brother Fool has listened to your words, withdraw this level, Brother Virtuous will follow me to Changshu, and let Brother Fool do the friendship of the landlord." Seeing that most of the pedestrians had already left, County Magistrate Feng stepped forward and bowed to Huang Zongxi and said.

Huang Zongxi pretended to glance at Luo Jian intentionally or unintentionally, and saw that Luo Jian nodded slightly, so he responded to County Magistrate Feng.

PS.5.15 "Starting Point" is raining red envelopes! Starting at 12 noon, grab a round every hour, and a large wave of 515 red envelopes depends on luck. You all go and grab it, and the starting coins you grabbed continue to subscribe to my chapters! (To be continued.) )