Dong Shaoqing had nowhere to go after arriving in Chang'an, so he had to find an incense room in Tianci Temple to live in. When the abbot opened the door, Dong Shaoqing unexpectedly found that the room was not only full of beds, but also bookshelves, desks and chairs......

Dong Shaoqing was alone in the capital, and he didn't know what business to do, so he decided to take a look in the capital first.

On this day, it was dinner time when Dong Shaoqing returned to the temple, and the monks were having dinner, and there were only a few pitiful vegetable leaves on the plate.

Dong Shaoqing frowned, and said to the abbot of Hongfa: "I see that the vegetable garden behind your temple is dozens of acres, and you have also planted vegetables, why are there still no vegetables to eat?" ”

The abbot of Kobo smiled bitterly: "The vegetable garden is quite big, and I can't find a second one in the capital, but it is all saline-alkali land, and the terrain is low, and it is flooded every year, and the vegetable seedlings do not grow, but the crazy Nagano elm and wild wattle ......"

Dong Shaoqing's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said: "Abbot, I am willing to pay for the vegetable garden in the temple and keep it so that the monks can have food to eat." ”

When the monks in the monastery heard this, they were all dumbfounded: Could it be that this person kicked the donkey in his head?

Dong Shaoqing recognized the truth, took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, wrote a contract in black and white, pressed the handprint, and handed over the vegetable money to the abbot of Hongfa.

What's even more strange is that after Dong Shaoqing took over the vegetable garden. He didn't manage it carefully, just used a hoe to remove the weeds, but the dense wild trees didn't move. Early summer. Dong Shaoqing applied enough water and fertilizer to the wild tree strips, and the wild tree strips grew faster and jumped straight up.

Only then did the monks see some signs, and they all smiled with their mouths covered: Dare to love Dong Shizhu is planting wild trees, right? But what can these wild elms and wild wattles do? I can't be a rafter, let alone a beam, I'm afraid that this nerd will drink the northwest wind in winter!

After autumn, the wild elm and wild wattle grow thicker than a child's arm. Dong Shaoqing hired someone to cut it, dried it and stacked it together. It's piled up like a hill.

Good things are not famous, and strange things are spread thousands of miles. Dong Shaoqing's absurd thing of planting wild trees was spread by the monks of Tianci Temple, and almost everyone in Chang'an City knew about it. From time to time, some people come to Tianci Temple in the name of burning incense, and go to the vegetable garden to probe their brains to see the strange.

Winter is here. Not only did this year's winter come very early, but it was also surprisingly cold, and the wind was howling. Snow. A scene of ice and snow. The people who rely on burning kang for the winter were caught off guard, all shouting cold, and what is even worse is that this year, due to the "firewood restriction order" of the imperial court, there is a shortage of firewood and charcoal in the huge capital, and the price has risen like a head, but it is difficult to find a trace.

What is the "firewood restriction order"? At the beginning of the spring of this year, some people in the suburbs of Beijing plotted to rebel, and they pretended to be farmers selling firewood and charcoal, and infiltrated Chang'an. After being found out, Li Xian, who was furious, issued an edict. In terms of quantity, the number of peasants who enter Chang'an City to sell firewood and charcoal is strictly limited. This is called the "firewood restriction order". This order, in spring, summer and autumn, the people of Chang'an can still make do with firewood for cooking, but I didn't expect that in winter, the amount of firewood and charcoal will increase greatly, but it will hurt everyone!

In a hurry, people invariably thought of the mountain-like "wild firewood" of Tianci Temple.

Although the wild elm and wild wattle are a little bigger, the fire is not fast, and no one uses it as firewood in ordinary years, but now it is different, and it is still good to make do with the kang. No matter how expensive it is, you have to buy it, and within a few days, the mountain-like "wild firewood" will be sold out. Looking at Dong Shaoqing counting a lot of money, the monks' eyes widened again.

It turned out that when Dong Shaoqing was shopping that day, he saw the "firewood restriction order" posted at the entrance of Jingzhao Yin's mansion, and listened to the people of Chang'an talking about it, saying that this year's spring is early, and the weather is also very warm.

The speaker is unintentional, the listener is intentional, Dong Shaoqing's heart turned around like a grinding plate: the imperial court has always been procrastinating, even if the emperor can understand the situation in winter and cancel the "firewood restriction order" in time, but after the layers of those yamen officials and lords, I am afraid that half of the winter will pass! There must be a shortage of charcoal, and the price will be surprisingly expensive. Dong Shaoqing was thinking about how to seize this business opportunity, and after returning to the temple, he heard the old abbot say that it was difficult to grow vegetables, so he made up his mind......

After earning the first money by relying on wild elms and wild wattles, Dong Shaoqing thought about doing a second business.

The most prosperous and lively place in Chang'an City is the area of Deshou Fang, where there are many shops, every inch of land is gold, but there is a stinky mud pit that is not small and quite deep on the side of the street.

It is said that the owner of the stinky mud pit filled in the pit, or sold the land or built a shop, which is the best thing, but the left side of the stinky mud pit is the mansion of Wei Bo, the uncle of the dynasty.

Wei Bo was sick and crooked all the year round, and the "feng shui fairy master" who was invited to pinch his fingers and say that Wei Bo's fate was "incomplete in the five elements", and he was most taboo about breaking ground around the mansion. As soon as the owner of the stinky mud pit transported soil to fill the pit, Wei Bo ordered the servant to come out violently to "block the drive".

Not long after, Wei Bo's youngest son got a strange illness again, and the "Feng Shui Immortal" pinched his fingers again, saying that the youngest son was a "fire life", and he must not have water around the mansion to "restrain each other", otherwise his life would be in danger. This time, Wei Bo was even more angry, and personally drank it to order the owner of the stinky pit to drain all the water in the pit, otherwise, he would be sent to Jingzhao Yin Mansion for punishment!

How dare the ordinary people offend Uncle Guo? The owner of the stinky mud pit has no food to eat with a golden bowl, and he has to spend a sum of money every year for drainage, which is really miserable, so he wants to sell the stinky mud pit. But the stinky mud pit has long been "stinky and smelly", and no one wants it even if it is given for free!

Dong Shaoqing took the initiative to come to the door. The owner of the stinky mud pit was overjoyed, so he sold the stinky mud pit to Dong Shaoqing.

Dong Shaoqing's fellow villagers and old friends in the capital heard about it and came to advise him: "Do you still want to fight with Uncle Guo?" Isn't this taking money and throwing it into the pit? ”

Dong Shaoqing smiled slightly: "How dare I fight with Uncle Guo?" It's just that I want to touch his light. ”

Dong Shaoqing set up a simple shed by the pit, hired a few restaurant guys to make steamed buns, and opened a bun shop.

In this prime location, there are rich businessmen with thousands of dollars in and out, who will go to the steamed bun shop by the stinky mud pit to eat steamed buns? I'm afraid that dogs will come to the door! People snickered.

Dong Shaoqing erected a red and white benchmark high in the middle of the pit, claiming that no matter who hits the benchmark with broken bricks and stones, please go to the bun shop to eat a big meat bun!

The beggars of Chang'an City were overjoyed, running to tell each other, men, women and children came in groups, carrying in their hands, carrying in their pockets, carrying in their arms, and carrying on their shoulders, all of which were broken bricks and stones, and smashed into the pit like raindrops: even if they were only hit three or four times a day, the fragrant big meat bun would burst its belly! (To be continued......)