On the path of the quiet and elegant courtyard, the white sand paves the road, which is white and flawless. Only three or two pines and cypresses with very strange shapes are planted on both sides.

In the center of the courtyard, a rockery about one person high stands seemingly randomly, and a small Bodhi tree grows on the rockery. The green leaves of the Bodhi tree are like a cover, and there is a faint deep Zen feeling.

The road to simplicity.

I don't know which skilled craftsman can lay out such a simple and Zen-like courtyard.

At that time, the weather was sunny, the sky was scorching, and the pines and cypresses were verdant all year round, standing still. The fragrance of flowers and birds from elsewhere in the wind followed, and the courtyard became more and more quiet and indisputable.

Under the Bodhi tree, a young man in a white monk's robe looked down at the Buddhist scriptures in his hand.

He was dressed in white and had black hair, and the contours of his face were as clear as distant mountains. His eyes seemed to be filled with thousands of graces, and he saw through reincarnation, so transparent and bright.

A wind blew, stirring his sideburns. In the face of such a calm man, the wind did not dare to disturb.

Opposite the young man lay a fat monk. The fat monk had shaved his head and his monk's robe was tied haphazardly, looking unruly.

The spring is just right, lukewarm, and the fat monk sleeps on the futon with his head resting.

One old and one young, moving and static, but forming a strange and harmonious picture.

Shopkeeper Zhou quietly entered the garden, and when he saw the boy in white, his eyes couldn't help but show sincere reverence. He paused, hesitating whether to go in and disturb.

The man in the white-robed monk's robe in front of him was Murong Yangfeng.

Because of the wish of the head of the Murong family, Murong Yangfeng inherited the family business of the Murong family since he was eighteen years old, and according to the regulations of the Murong family, he had to patrol all parts of the country every month The property recorded by the Murong family in his name was inspected.

This month happened to be the day of the day.

Murong Yangfeng was born extremely intelligent, and he knew the meaning of the complicated and obscure scriptures at a glance, and he was even more self-taught about accounts. It was enough for him to devote a little bit of energy from studying the Buddhist scriptures for him to maintain his attention to the operation of the entire Murong family.

Murong Yangfeng stayed here today, just because this is the head office of Shumo Zhai, and there is such a quiet world.

Otherwise, he usually meditates in the Buddhist hall behind his home.

Murong Yangfeng seemed to feel something, looked up at the garden gate, and smiled slightly: "Shopkeeper Zhou can come in and talk if there is anything." ”

His voice is like a spring breeze blowing through everything, and it is indescribably soft. You just want to be intoxicated.

Shopkeeper Zhou came over with a sincere fear and explained the situation in the front hall in a whisper.

Murong Yangfeng put down the Buddhist scriptures, and there was a slight surprise in his eyes: "Shopkeeper Zhou means that the eldest lady of the Zuo Xiangfu has to make an inkstone made by the people of Qingsong Mountain?"

Shopkeeper Zhou nodded.

At this time, the fat monk who was still sleeping suddenly "hummed" twice: "Who?" Who called me?"

Murong Yangfeng smiled slightly: "Wake up, mountain people." A guest asks for your inkstone. ”

The fat monk is a native of Qingsong Mountain. He is a monk of wine and meat, and he likes to travel the world on weekdays, walking all over the famous rivers and mountains to find all kinds of strange stones. Making inkstones is just one of his hobbies.

The Qingsong Mountain man turned over drunken eyes, yawned, and stretched.

He muttered, "Who wants my inkstone?" Hurry up and sell a few parties! I was short of money to buy wine. ”

That being said, the fat face was unimpressed. As he spoke, he took out the wine gourd beside him and took a few sips.

The strong aroma of wine suddenly destroys the zen in this courtyard.

Murong Yangfeng seems to have long been accustomed to the informality of the people of Qingsong Mountain.

He smiled and asked Shopkeeper Zhou: "Does the eldest lady of the Zuo Xiangfu have any explanation why she must buy the inkstone of the Qingsongshan people?"

Shopkeeper Zhou shook his head: "The eldest lady of the Sheng family is very sure that she must have the inkstone of Qingsong Mountain, and nothing else." And she also said that if we don't have the Baoyan Town store of Qingsongshan people in Tianyizhai, people will laugh out of their big teeth when they spread it. It is related to the reputation of our Tianyi Zhai, and it is a small one to ask the young owner. Please give the owner an idea. ”

Murong Yangfeng pondered for a while, shook his head and said, "The mountain people have offended the emperor, and it is not easy for us to do business in Tianyizhai on the surface. But if it is not sold, it is rumored that it will not be easy for us to run out of food every day. You must know that our Tianyi Zhai is known as the largest and most complete Mobao Zhai in the entire capital......"

If it's an ordinary person, just forget it. But the person who must buy it now is the eldest lady of the Zuo Xiangfu.

Although Murong Yangfeng is only concerned about mundane things in his heart, since he is the young owner of the Murong family, he must be conscientious.

He looked at the Qingsong Mountain Man who was not caring on the side, and said softly: "This young lady must want to buy the treasure Yan of the mountain people, and she should appreciate the mountain people very much." Otherwise, it wouldn't be so stubborn. ”

After drinking, Qingsongshan touched his belly with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "This is easy to do, you let that little girl come in and I will test her." If I passed the test, I gave her an inkstone, but if she couldn't pass the test, she couldn't say it, so let her go to another house, I won't sell it. ”

Shopkeeper Zhou's eyes lit up.

That's a great solution!

Didn't Sheng Rujin want to buy the inkstone of the Qingsongshan people? Let her go directly to the people of Qingsongshan, and see if the people of Qingsongshan will send it with her ability.

Sending it is a matter between the people of Qingsongshan and her, and it has nothing to do with Tianyizhai.

If you don't send it, Sheng Rujin can't complain about others. If it spreads, it has nothing to do with Tianyizhai.

There is no Bao Yan of the Qingsong Mountain people on the left and right days, so naturally there will be no trouble. It's the best of both worlds.

You must know how many people are staring at the Murong family at this juncture in the capital right now. If it weren't for the reputation of his son-in-law, he blocked the malice of many people with ulterior motives. The Murong family has long been afraid that it will be devoured long ago.

Those who do business, be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years. This is the family motto of the Murong family.

Shopkeeper Zhou asked Murong Yangfeng with his eyes.

Murong Yangfeng thought about it and nodded lightly in agreement. As smart as he is, he naturally understands the benefits of this method.

Shopkeeper Zhou stepped back.

The Qingsong Mountain man took out a wine gourd from his side and smacked his lips. He glanced at Murong Yangfeng, who was seriously reading the Buddhist scriptures, and said with a smile: "I said, how can you, a fake monk, look more like a monk than me, a real monk?"

"You eat fasting and chanting Buddha every day, and you are dedicated to goodness, and ants are reluctant to step on one of them. But he was born in a merchant family full of copper smell. Gee...... Just your family life, with such a good character, I don't know how many little beauties and big beauties have stepped on the threshold of your Murong family. ”

Murong Yangfeng smiled slightly, as if he was used to the ridicule of his friends.

Seeing that he didn't react, the people of Qingsong Mountain leaned over and smiled sheepishly: "I think that the eldest lady of the Sheng family said that she had to buy my inkstone, she must want to see what the legendary Canaan prince looks like?" Do you believe it or not? ”

Murong Yangfeng's gaze did not leave the Buddhist scriptures, but said lightly: "Don't think that the mountain people, if you want me to think that the eldest lady of the Sheng family is just the treasure inkstone of the mountain people." ”

"Cut!" The Qingsongshan people snorted boringly, "I don't believe that there are still women in the entire capital who are not interested in you." ”

"Yes." Murong Yangfeng replied very seriously.

"Who?" The people of Qingsong Mountain are curious.

Murong Yangfeng: "My mother." ”

Qingsongshan people: "......"

Qingsongshan people: "...... Let's wait for the eldest lady of the Sheng family to come. ”