"Ahem......"

Wang San coughed a few times, raised his head slightly, and his eyes showed a look of remembrance. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After half a ring, he spoke: "Two female donors, poor monks grew up in Wulong Temple since childhood, nurtured by the temple, cultivated by the master, and ......"

The more Zhang Xiaoyu listened, the more confused he became, and he thought, "What is the stinky monk doing?"

She turned her head to look at Qiao'er, and found that Qiao'er also looked confused, and after a while, she finally couldn't help asking: "Stinky monk, do you say that these have anything to do with storytelling?"

At this question, Wang San stopped talking at the moment, but turned his head to look at Zhang Xiaoyu, his eyes showed a determined look, and then his tone changed, and said, "Yes, of course there is!"

"What's the matter?" Zhang Xiaoyu said subconsciously.

Wang San's eyes fell into reminiscence again, and said: "Not only is it related, but it also has a great relationship!" After a pause, he said: "Without Wulong Temple, there would be no poor monks today, all poor monks have decided to contribute to the temple in their lifetime!"

Zhang Xiaoyu still didn't understand, and said, "Can you say it simply?"

"To put it simply, there will be a fee for listening to stories in the future. After speaking, Wang San was afraid that Zhang Xiaoyu would not understand, and explained: "The poor monks don't want any of the money collected for storytelling, and all of it will be handed over to the temple as incense money." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Xiaoyu came to her senses, and with her understanding of Wang San, she would never believe that Wang San would do this.

In her opinion, Wang San would definitely embezzle the silver. But no matter what, it has nothing to do with Zhang Xiaoyu, she just wants to hear the story, so she said: "Stinky monk, you make a price!"

Wang San thought for a while and said, "In order to repay the temple, the poor monk decided to ...... each person every hour Ten taels of silver!"

"Okay!" Zhang Xiaoyu responded and said, "Ten taels is ten taels!" As she spoke, she took out a silver ingot from her money bag and threw it to Wang San, saying, "This is ten taels of silver." ”

Wang San took the silver and said, "Thank you Xiaoyu donor." He put the silver in his arms, and said in his heart: "Rich people are different!"

Ten taels of silver is not a small amount for ordinary people, but Zhang Xiaoyu will give it when he says it, without even blinking his eyes.

At this moment, Wang San felt a little regretful in his heart, and he felt that the price had been lowered.

"Stinky monk, the silver has also been collected, can you talk about it?" Zhang Xiaoyu asked impatiently.

Wang San shook his head, and then his gaze fell on Qiao'er, and he didn't speak, just watched quietly.

When Zhang Xiaoyu saw it, he immediately saw through Wang San's thoughts, and said, "Qiao'er, quickly take out the silver!"

Qiao'er shrunk her neck and said in a low voice: "Miss, can Qiao'er not listen to the story?" Although she is Zhang Xiaoyu's personal maid, she has more money per month than other maids, but after a month, it is only more than one or two silver.

She admits that Wang San's story is very moving!

But the price is too high, it costs ten taels of silver an hour, which is almost enough for her year's salary, which is not a small amount.

"No!" Zhang Xiaoyu refused.

"Miss, Qiao'er still has a seventy-year-old mother at home......

"Stop. Zhang Xiaoyu interrupted Qiao'er's words and said, "I don't know your identity......, don't I know yet?"

Qiao'er smiled embarrassedly, gritted her teeth, as if she had made a lot of determination, and then took out a silver ingot from the money bag and said, "Master, this is ten taels of silver, please take it, remember to cherish it." ”

"Don't worry, the poor monk will definitely cherish it!" Wang San calmly put away the silver.

This time it was twenty taels of silver, but Wang Sanle was broken, and he said in his heart: "I am no longer a poor person with only one copper coin!"