Master, what does this mean? ”

Song Qingyuan already had some understanding in her heart, but she still needed a definite answer.

"Amitabha!" Master Pratt & Whitney smiled slightly, "The Law Popularization Conference was a success!"

"I believe that after the word of mouth of the people, it won't be long before the people in Huai'an Mansion will have a certain degree of vigilance against liars like He Xiangu."

"This is thanks to the Song Nongnu ......"

"On behalf of the people, thank you to Song Nongnu."

"The master is serious!" Song Qingyuan bowed slightly.

Master Pratt & Whitney continued, "But ...... The people in Huai'an Mansion know how to prevent fraud. ”

"But other prefectures, other towns, counties, even the capital, even the south, there are still thousands of people who don't know this knowledge."

"So the old man had an idea......

Master Pratt & Whitney straightened up, a smug look on his face.

"I thought of compiling a book and giving it to various temples for free, so that the temples would come forward and spread the anti-fraud techniques to the people."

"Then give the extra books to the scholars, and the scholars will pass them on to Shilin."

"In this way, even if you can't completely eliminate being deceived, you can also make the people wary of liars like He Xiangu."

Master Puhui twisted up the Buddha beads, and in a pair of dark eyes, he showed compassion and compassion, and murmured, "Amitabha! ”

After listening, Xiao Jingduo nodded on the side.

"In the early years, the master traveled all over the world, and he had placed orders in many temples, and with the identity and status of the master in Buddhism, the master came forward to contact him, and he would definitely get twice the result with half the effort."

"This move, it works!"

"That's what the old man thinks." Master Pratt & Whitney nodded.

"The abbots of various temples, how they behave are all in the heart of the old man."

"Although there are occasional good and bad people, most of the children of Buddhism are still kind-hearted and compassionate."

"The old man believes that as long as the old man writes a letter, they will spare no effort to complete this matter."

Master Puhui said, picked up the teacup, moistened his mouth and continued, "The books needed to accomplish this thing are the books that the old man spent money and asked poor scholars to copy. ”

"As for the money given to them......

Master Puhui looked at Song Qingyuan, "Naturally, it is the sesame oil money that Song Nongnu and Yang Shi gave to Lao Wei." ”

This makes sense, why at the bottom of the book, it is written that the donor is Ruyizhai.

It turned out that Master Pratt & Whitney asked for "sesame oil money" in order to do this.

"However, it is the master's enlightening silver, and it has nothing to do with us."

"If you get a signature...... What a shame! ”

Song Qingyuan opened his mouth, only to feel embarrassed.

In the matter of donating books, she did not contribute or contribute, but she got the reputation of donation.

This made her feel unworthy of her name, and she couldn't get away with it.

Song Qingyuan raised his head, "The master's Kaiguang silver is a gift from the master, and it can't be signed in our name, so it's better to ...... like this."

"In the name of Ruyi Zhai, I donated 5,000 taels to do this good deed."

Song Qingyuan tightened his fingers, his eyes were resolute, and he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

I felt that under the light of the Buddha, she herself became so small.

Her mouth full of benevolence and morality, in the face of true compassion, has become a fake benevolence and false righteousness, and she sells her reputation.

Especially when compared with the Pratt & Whitney Master, you know what the real ...... is

True! Good! Beauty!

"Not necessarily!" Master Puhui raised his hand and refused, "Lao Wei is an outsider, and he has no long things. ”

"That is, to use the sesame oil money given by the Song peasant girl to do good deeds, and naturally the Song peasant girl will inherit this merit."

"Master!"

Song Qingyuan Huo Ran got up and called anxiously.

"Song Nong's Female ......"

The two of them went back and forth, and finally under Song Qingyuan's persistence, Master Puhui was defeated.

opened his mouth and said, "Previously, Song Nongnu, Yang Shizhu, had already given Lao Wei three thousand taels of sesame oil money, so he was donating two thousand taels. ”

"In this way, it is in response to Song Nongnu's sentence of five thousand taels, and it also allows Lao Qu to find someone to copy more books and popularize more people."

"Good!" Song Qingyuan responded happily.

Looking at Master Pratt & Whitney's face in front of him, an idea flashed through his mind.

It's just that the timing is not right, and it only has a rudimentary form, so Song Qingyuan pressed it in his heart and didn't announce it for the time being.

After talking about the book, Master Puhui left with the little novice, which can be said to be in a hurry.

Song Qingyuan also went to the lake with Xiao Jingduo to take a cruise to see the beautiful scenery after the rain.

The next day, Song Qingyuan informed Yang Yunqing of the matter.

Yang Yunqing insisted on giving 1,000 taels of silver.

In other words, since it is signed as Ruyi Zhai, it will be added to two and one to make five, and two people will share it.

Song Qingyuan couldn't, so he had to accept it.

Two days later.

Seeing that the annual Qingming Festival is approaching, Song Qingyuan wants to return to the village to worship his ancestors.

Xiao Jingduo also wants to return to Beijing to worship his parents.

As a result, the plan to return to Songjia Village together was shelved, and they had to go their separate ways.

Early in the morning, Xiao Jingduo and Song Qingyuan were sent away, and Song Qingmo took red sleeves and went shopping in Huai'an Mansion to prepare for departure.

"This fabric is good, it's slippery and soft to the touch, and the style is novel, let's buy more and make clothes and shoes."

Song Qingmo proposed.

"There are also these dried fruits, they all look good, let's take them back and give them to our family to taste."

Song Qingmo said, pulling Song Qingyuan, running to a small stall, stretching out her hand and pointing wildly.

"This rattle, this little clay figure, and this ...... This one...... This one...... Pack them all for me, and I'm going to bring them back to our Gorou. ”

"Also, seeing that it's the Qingming Festival, should we buy back some incense candles and paper money......"

Song Qingmo saw what she wanted to buy, and she couldn't wait to fill the carriage.

Finally, two hours later, several people loaded the carriage with large bags and set off for the outside of the city.

As soon as I left the city, a familiar carriage came to meet me.

Sitting on it is Gu Panpan, who lifted the curtain and looked left and right.

"Sister Yuan'er!" Gu Panpan shook his hand and shouted loudly.

"Panpan?"

What a coincidence!

Song Qingyuan thought secretly, and instructed the coachman, "Stop!" ”

Then followed Song Qingmo and Red Sleeves to get out of the carriage together.

Here, Gu Panpan also jumped down with the support of the maid.

Several people met in front of the carriage.

"Sister Yuan'er, are you planning to go back?" Gu Panpan asked first.

"Yes!" Song Qingyuan nodded, "The matter here in Fucheng is over, so I won't stay long." ”

"It's not like it's about to be the Qingming Festival, we have to go back to worship our ancestors."

"Qingming ancestor worship is a big event, Sister Yuan'er, Sister Mo'er should go back!"

Gu Panpan nodded, and bowed slightly to Song Qingyuan, "Panpan thanked Sister Yuan'er here." ”

"If it weren't for Sister Yuan'er exposing He Xiangu, Panpan wouldn't even have the qualifications to go back to the house to worship her ancestors."

Gu Panpan smiled bitterly.

A few days ago, Aunt Lin sent someone to Yulin County to take her back to Fucheng.

At the same time, in the letter he brought, he told her the whole story of the matter.

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Chapter 1153: Return