Seeing that he was so generous, he didn't even pay attention to being molested, An Feiran was even more embarrassed, even if he was biased towards Peony in his heart, he had to correct his attitude at this time, reached under the table, and secretly twisted Peony's thigh.

With one hand supporting her chin, the sleepy Peony stared wide-eyed, looking incredulously in the direction where the pain came from, and all the sleepy insects disappeared in An Feiran's strange sight.

She immediately came to her senses, this was not a good place to sleep.

She looked back at herself again, Jiang Xian stood beside her with an expression that had not changed for thousands of years, which made her extremely unreasonable, did not follow the rules at all, and simply did not have the ethics of being a slave.

To be a slave is to have the morality of being a slave.

Peony came back to her senses, and before the other two could react, her head was out of strength, and she suddenly smashed it the table, smashing her forehead hard.

However, her expression did not have any pain, and her eyes were much clearer: "Master, please continue, the slave will definitely not doze off again." ”

Isn't it just sitting here for a few hours? In the past, when she didn't enter the general's mansion, she was locked up in a small black room by Ya Pozi, and one pass was a whole day.

Jiang Xian was stunned, and An Feiran had long been accustomed to Peony's unreasonable disposition, and when she abused herself like this, she didn't notice anything wrong, just frowned, and waited for Jiang Xian to continue the lecture.

In the eyes of the world, a woman's lack of talent is virtue.

In the eyes of everyone in the An family, there is no separation between women and men.

Peony really did what she said, after she was ruthless in her heart, she really never fell asleep in the middle of the lecture, even if Jiang Xian's class was boring, she always looked full of energy, and her energy was not exhausted, so that Jiang Xian couldn't help but wonder if she had changed people a few days ago.

He thought that Peony had really changed his temperament, and thought that learning was good for him, so he lectured more and more vividly.

If he could teach a girl who was dull by nature to a woman whom adults would praise, the pride in his heart would be self-evident.

What Jiang Xian didn't know was that after class, An Feiran was satisfied with Peony's performance, and secretly stuffed him with a silver bag containing broken silver: "You are also very well-behaved today, this is the reward I gave you." ”

There is not much silver in the silver bag, only two or three taels, but it can't stand the accumulation of a lot, Peony is very happy to take it with both hands, just in the past few days, her own girl has already rewarded more than ten taels, more than her monthly money in the past two months.

According to this trend, in a few years, she will be able to redeem herself from the general's mansion, and then use the remaining silver to buy a small shop outside and live a prosperous life.

On the fourth day after An Zeqing left, An Yichen finally returned to the General's Mansion, and at the same time brought a large box.

Li Li leaned against the gazebo, the fragrance of tea next to her fanning her, and she saw the box placed in the courtyard for her eyes at first glance.

"What's that?" She asked softly, An Yichen's luggage was packed by her own hands, and she didn't remember packing a box.

Following Li Li's line of sight, Cha Xiang, who had been married to a woman, already had a woman's charm, and the softness in her eyes was even softer than before, she replied: "It was brought back by the eldest young master from the National Temple, and I heard that it was a small gift prepared by a monk master for his wife." ”

Even though the General's Mansion has existed for ten years, An Yichen also has the title of General Changping, but in the past, the old people of the An family were still used to calling him the eldest young master, rather than a general who showed the distance between the two sides.

Cha Xiang married An Yichen's officers, they have official positions, and they need to patrol and line up all day long, she feels that she is bored, so she runs back and forth to the general's mansion every day.

"It's strange, shouldn't the master have already left me as a little apprentice out of the sky for a few years? Why did you suddenly remember to prepare a gift for me? Li Li said.

Although there was some disgust in her tone, she had already stood up from the wicker chair and approached the box in the courtyard step by step.

Cha Xiang gave the little girl beside her a look, and the latter immediately took a few steps forward and opened the box before Li Li could do it.

Inside the box was a thick stack of ledgers.

Cha Xiang's face was embarrassed, and she already had a premonition in her heart.

Such a trick, a monk master did not play less in front of his wife.

Compared with the performance of the tea fragrance, Li Li had long been accustomed to it, and even a smile crossed his eyes, and he casually picked up the top account book in the box and looked at it twice, and said with a sullen smile: "Master is still the same as before, and even the means of asking for silver have not changed." ”

Still an old urchin.

Cha Xiang also took a copy in his hand, looked at it, and said in surprise: "When did Master Yi Monk supervise the food of the National Temple?" ”

The most important thing is, why should their wives pay for the food of the national temple?

She didn't believe what she saw, so she turned two more pages to see a note left in the account book by a monk master: This is the cost of improving the food for my disciple grandson.

Tea fragrance: "......"

Because he wants to improve the food of the little prince, does the master of a monk want his wife to change the food of the entire national temple by the way?

Well, if this reason can be barely passed, then why should Mrs. pay for the reshaping of the golden body of the Buddha and the gods and Buddhas in the future?

A whole box is full of account books, the use of every penny is very clear, there are countless terms and conditions, even if a monk master wants silver, he must be so independent and individual.

Li Li only smiled and asked, "Cha Xiang, did I send my dividends in Tianxiang Pavilion last year?" ”

Putting down the account book in his hand, Cha Xiang nodded: "It was sent half a month ago, but you haven't had time to count it, so I have kept letting them put it in the warehouse." ”

Li Li waved his hand indifferently: "Later, you will take someone to the treasury to verify, and then send someone to the National Temple." ”

It was necessary to improve her son's food, and she didn't want her son to come back a few months later, so thin that he would only be skinny.

As for reshaping the golden body of the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, she should be doing good deeds and accumulating virtue for her reliving a lifetime.

Easy, easy.

Cha Xiang was unsure, and asked tentatively, "Do you have to send them all?" ”

You must know that it is a dividend of hundreds of thousands of taels of silver!

Even if the lady has changed the system of supervision from the former Tianxianglou, the dividends she gets every year are still a lot, which is enough to make the rich people in Kyoto blush.

Because a box of ledgers of a monk master was sent to the national temple so easily, isn't it a pity?

Li Li bowed slightly: "All." ”

She knew that once Madame made a decision, she would not change it, and because of the huge amount of silver taels in the treasury, she had to take someone to take it personally, so as not to let someone fish in the water and fill her pocket.

Li Li asked people to move a table, took out all the account books, and then sent someone to move the rattan chair under the locust tree in the courtyard, as if interested, very patiently flipping through the account books sent by a monk master one after another.

As small as the cost of a green onion, the cost of renovating the entire national temple was clearly recorded by a monk in a notebook.

It's a good transcendent temple, and it is full of copper smell by a monk's behavior.

I don't know how the master of the temple endured such a character as the master.

Her heart once again refreshed the tolerance of the national temple for the master.

At this time, An Zeqing had lived in the famous temple for two days, and he thought that this place should be deserted, and the monks inside had stiff faces and did not smile.

But after he came here, he found that this place was completely different from what he imagined, and the monks in it not only did not have a straight face, but even had their own characteristics.

For example, the chef of the canteen always has trembling hands when he cooks for people, and the original big spoonful of the dish was shaken a few times, and only half a spoonful was left.

But when it's his turn to cook, the canteen master's hands won't shake, and he will open a small stove for him openly.

steamed a bowl of fragrant egg custard for him in front of everyone.

An Zeqing shyly took his own meal, and said to the master of the canteen: "Thank you, master." ”

The master of the meal stretched out one hand and rubbed his head affectionately, and then yelled at the person behind him: "Next! ”

An Zeqing: "......"

Such a canteen master really made him panic.

After a while, a monk and a dust also came to the dining hall to eat, and the two of them happened to sit opposite An Zeqing, and the big spoon of the canteen master shook twice as usual.

An Zeqing glanced at the bowl on the opposite floor that was not yet full, and then looked at the small hilltop piled up in his bowl, and scratched the back of his head embarrassedly: "Master, why don't we two change it, I'm small and don't eat much." ”

As for egg custard, he didn't mention it, because he knew that monks don't get meat and egg custard is considered meat.

Without waiting for Yichen's reaction, a monk shook his head disapprovingly: "At a young age, you will talk nonsense, your aunt specially wrote me a letter, saying that you eat a lot on weekdays, and you can compare to two adult men, let me take good care of you." ”

An Zeqing wanted to push the bowl over for a moment, but he didn't know how to react in an instant.

He wanted to make a good impression of himself in front of his master, but his aunt had already written to his master to reveal his secret.

Is there such a mother who pits her son?

Looking at An Zeqing's overwhelmed appearance, Yichen shook his head gently, and in front of him, poured all the food in the bowl into a monk's bowl, but did not speak, closed his eyes slightly and folded his hands and said: "Amitabha." ”

An Zeqing: "??? ”

What is this operation? Can you still eat like this?

My mother is right, the eminent monks will always do something that ordinary people can't understand.

He shouldn't feel strange, he should put on a calm look, he won't be surprised when he thinks of this An Zeqing, no matter what he thinks in his heart, his face looks very calm.