Jiajing Yimao year, Ji Dong.

The earthquake in Huazhou and the drought in Guanzhong.

Under the rule of Fengxiang Mansion, thousands of households were starving, thousands of villages were withered, and starvation was everywhere.

But this is a "bumper year" for He Yuanwai in Liulin Town.

In the hall of the He Mansion, several family members were surrounding a square table.

On the table, there was a title deed, and the housekeeper Song Fu took a person's hand and pressed a palm print on it. The servants took a few ingots of silver and put them on the table.

Steward Song: "Zhang Laosi, this is the silver money you sold for your three acres of land, take it." ”

Zhang Laosi counted it and asked, "Butler, why is it so much?"

Steward Song: "What, you're still too little?"

Zhang Laosi: "Steward Song, before, didn't we say that it was good to ...... fifteen taels"

Steward Song: "The previous is the before, and the present is the present!"

Zhang Laosi: "This, this is the last bit of land for my family!" This honest farmer is powerlessly fighting.

Steward Song put down his pen: "If you don't want to sell it, put down the silver." ”

Zhang Laosi gritted his teeth, but still nodded: "Sell ...... I sell ......"

Song Fu waved his hand, then picked up the pen and continued to keep accounts.

A pockmarked family member sent Zhang Laosi out, and greeted the crowd queuing outside the door: "Next, come in!"

Song Fu opened the account book and wrote it down proudly.

A family member came in a hurry, bent down and said, "Fubo, the lord has an invite." ”

Song Fu put down his pen and got up, followed him, and came to the back room at the back of the hall.

He Yuanwai is a fat man in his fifties, wearing a melon skin hat, sitting upright on the Taishi chair and drinking tea, the chair is very large, but it is a little small for He Yuanwai.

He Yuanwai: "Song Fu, you're here." ”

Song Fu: "Master, what do you command?"

He Yuanwai: "How's the 'harvest' these days?"

Song Fu held the account book and land deed, and his eyes were smiling: "That's too good!"

"Oh, what's a good way?" asked Ho.

Song Fu: "Back to the master's house, according to the market price of Fengxiang Mansion, when ten taels of land, but now it is a disaster year, the price of rice has increased more than ten times, those poor farmers who can't eat, are willing to sell their fields to us, ten taels of silver can buy three acres of land, hehehe, this is all the title deeds and accounts, for the master's family." ”

He Yuanwai looked at the thick pile of land deeds, picked up the account book again, flipped through the half-way pages, and the fat on his face was also smiling: "Okay, hahaha, Song Fu, you are doing a good job!"

Song Fu smiled beside him: "These days, the house is like a city, and in the blink of an eye, most of the land in Liulin Town is under the name of the main family, and the main family can be called the rich party!"

He Yuanwai: "The disaster in Guanzhong is getting more and more serious, in two days, you will collect five acres from him with ten taels, if these poor ghosts are too few, where will they fall in love." ”

Song Fu praised: "Yes, the master is wise!"

He Yuanwai: "Go back, and then you will ask someone to rent out these lands to those tenants." ”

Song Fu: "This is easy to do, the master's family, when the spring of the next year begins, someone will ask for it as soon as it changes hands!"

He Yuanwai: "Well, then you can get busy first." ”

Song Fu: "Okay!"

He Yuanwai nodded with satisfaction, and smiled and took the Buddha beads in his hand......

At noon, after He Yuan's dinner, he went back to the wing room to take a rest.

He Yuanwai came to the bed, lifted the beaded curtain, and a young woman sat at the head of the bed.

The woman has a good appearance and a graceful posture. She was wearing a red brocade bandeau and a Luo Gu wrapped in her lower body, sitting on the bed with affectionate eyebrows.

He Yuanwai smiled, his face was fat and his fat was gathered into a clump, and he smiled and said, "What a stunning beauty! ”

The woman looked down shyly, and pretended to look to the side.

He Yuanwai sat on the bed: "Whose girl are you?"

Chen: "I am the daughter of the old Chen family in the east of the village. ”

He Yuanwai: "It turned out to be the daughter of the old Chen family, are you willing to follow me in the future?"

Chen: "He Daguan bought me today, which is to save the lives of our family, and the youngest daughter will spend her whole life serving and repay the kindness of the main family." ”

He Yuanwai: "Okay, good, good!" listened to it with satisfaction, nodded again and again and said: "Don't say anything, drink, drink." ”

After speaking, He Yuanwai grabbed the wine jug next to the bed, filled a small glass, and sent it to the beauty's mouth.

The beautiful orchid is slightly warped, holding the cup with a smile, drinking it all, handing the cup back, and pouring it all over again, so repeatedly.

He Yuanwai said: "The beauty has a good amount of wine, come again, come again!" ”

Chen's daughter: "Master, why don't you drink? The youngest daughter is a little too drunk ......"

He Yuanwai: "Drink, I drink, we want to be a long stream!"

Seeing that the beauty was slightly drunk, He Yuanwaisuo drank the residual wine with his head up, and poured it with his fat big mouth at the cherry mouth.

Although the Chen woman catered to her, secretly, she groped under the pillow with her left hand, and took out a slender copper hairpin while He was intoxicated.

He didn't seem to know anything about it......

The beauty wine is soft and soft, her cheeks are crimson, and she has been drunk into the depths.

He Yuanwai is especially rising at this moment, but he is up and down, pulling away Luo Ji, and then untying the belly pocket hanging, wanting to walk in the clouds and rain.

Chen's daughter: "I'll kill you!"

He Yuanwai was stunned.

I saw that Chen suddenly held a copper hairpin upside down and stabbed He Yuanwai in the chest!

But the strange thing is that not only did the hairpin not pierce the chest, but even the clothes on He Yuanwai's body did not penetrate......

"You slut!" He Yuanwai slapped over.

Chen's Girl: "Ahh Somehow, she felt that her whole body was weak and numb, and she couldn't exert her strength.

She was still unwilling and crawled to the end of the bed to pick up the copper hairpin.

He Yuanwai snorted coldly: "You want to kill me, you slut, I bought you for money, you want to kill me?"

Chen scolded: "You bully, if you destroy our family, I will die...... I'm going to fight with you too!" After speaking, he reluctantly stood up, stepped forward and stabbed again.

He Yuanwai grabbed Chen's wrist: "Slut, if I hadn't drugged the wine, you would have taken my life a long time ago!"

Chen's girl: "Ah-" was beaten to the point that her eyes were full of stars, and she couldn't hold the copper hairpin in her hand, so she fell to the ground and was kicked away by He Yuanwai.

He Yuanwai: "Do you want to die, I don't let you die so easily!" Chen was pushed hard by He Yuanwai, and his body collapsed on the bed.

At this time, the medicinal power of the wine spread all over her body, and she lost half of her strength.

"Hmph!" He Yuanwai squinted his eyes and closed the bead curtain.

Chen's daughter: "Don't touch me, help...... Help!" She only had the strength to speak, crying out for help in pain and helplessness.

Just then, the door was pushed open.

A man hurried in.

Song Fu: "Master's house, it's not good!"

He Yuanwai lifted the curtain of the bed, looked at Song Fu and asked, "What's the matter, see you're in a hurry?"

Steward Song: "Oh no, master, Lingshan Temple is holding a fasting ceremony, and I originally planned to sell the fields to our farmers...... It's all ...... now."

He Yuanwai: "What is going on?" He Yuanwai asked in surprise.

Steward Song: "Now I refuse to sell it, all to the temple...... Eat fast. Song Fudao.

He Yuanwai: "What? You melon peel!" As soon as he heard the news, his eyes widened sharply, and his lustful heart suddenly disappeared, and he got up again and asked: "The temple is poor and jingling, where does the money and food come from to buy everything?"

Steward Song: "Yes, the villain didn't understand it at first, but he only found out when he went to the town to ask." ”

He Yuanwai: "What the hell is going on?"

Steward Song: "It turned out that a Huizhou merchant came and funded a lot of silver money in the temple, and the monks went to the city to buy rice grain." ”

He Yuanwai: "Huizhou businessman?" gritted his teeth and read it again, and scolded: "Melon skin!"

Steward Song: "Master, the villain is worried that in the long run, no one will be willing to sell the land to us anymore!"

He Yuanwai took two steps in the house, and his expression was slightly fixed: "Song Fu, you go to the account room to withdraw one hundred taels of silver, count the fifteen families, and go to Lingshan Temple!"

Steward Song: "Yes, master!"

He Yuanwai: "You go and buy me all the rice and grain in the temple, and then drive the Huizhou merchant away quickly!"

Steward Song: "Yes, yes, master, I'll do it!" After speaking, he left the room.

He Yuanwai: "Disappointment!" turned his head to look at the woman on the bed.

At this time, Chen's daughter was curled up in the corner of the bed, she shook her head vigorously, and her hands tightly protected the undulating brocade bandeau.

He Yuanwai: "Someone!"

Two family members entered the house: "Lord's house, what do you command?"

He Yuanwai: "Sell it in the kiln." He said and pointed to the woman on the bed.

When the two family members heard this, they smiled obscenely and came to the bedside.

Chen's daughter yelled: "Let go of me, don't touch me!"

"Let's go, little beauty!"

She struggled repeatedly, but she had no strength in her body, and she was set up left and right by her family.

Chen's Daughter: "Brute...... You don't want to die!"

After speaking, he was dragged out of the door by two evil slaves.

......

The gate of the outer house of Ho Yuan.

Zhang Laosi took the silver and cried with a sad face.

There was a crowd around him, gossiping.

Short villager: "Eh, I said Zhang honestly, why is it only ten taels?"

Fat villager: "Your house is a whole three acres of land!"

A short villager: "We just totaled, one mu has to be sold for at least five taels of him, and even less people can't do it!"

"Yes, yes!" said the villagers.

The short villager: "It's good now, you made an exception first, let my fellow villagers do it, and learn from you?" said with a spread of hands, expressing helplessness.

Zhang Laosi was counted down by the big guys, and he was also very helpless: "There is really no way, my family has so many people to eat, and the eldest daughter is sick again, and she goes to the city to invite Langzhong, and she wants to make silver, how can I do it if I have no money?"

Thin villager: "Then you can't sell it cheaply like this, you have no land in your own house, how can you make a living in the coming year?"

Zhang Laosi: "The housekeeper will give so much, and he won't want to pay more, what will happen in the future...... Let's talk about it. ”

After hearing this, the short villager sighed: "Alas, this rich man surnamed He is not benevolent to the rich!"

The thin villager also said: "Yes, taking advantage of the disaster year, we have taken away our land at a cheap price, and we can only be tenants for him in the coming year." It's really fattening him, starving my whole family!"

When the big guys heard this, they all shook their heads in embarrassment and dispersed.

At this moment, a tall villager took three steps and two steps, hurried here, and stopped panting.

"Fellow, what are you doing?" asked the dwarf villager.

Tall villager: "Folks, folks, the chief of the security department has asked me to pass the word!"

The big guy was annoyed that he had collected the land at a cheap price in the year of the foreign disaster, and it was a cloud of sorrow, but in the words of the tall villager, it was difficult to hide the joy.

"What are you talking about?" the villagers looked at him.

The tall villager's face was full of joy: "He said that his land is kept, but don't sell it!"

Thin villager: "Heh, my family has long run out of rice to cook, and they are all hungry, so I don't sell the land for some loose silver to buy rice, do I want to go to your house to eat?"

"Hahaha!" everyone laughed.

Gao villager: "No, fellow villager, the chief said that in the west of Lingshan Temple, where the senior monks hold a fasting ceremony, as long as the people who go, they are all full!"

The dwarf villager said, "Well, the puja? Clear water gruel with pickled vegetables is not enough to eat." ”

The tall villager hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, this time it's fragrant white rice and white steamed buns!"

When the villagers heard this, they gathered forward and asked, "Is there really such a thing?"

The tall villager: "Am I still lying to you? Don't you know when you go? Alas, don't say more, I'm going to go!" After he finished speaking, he hurried away.

At this time, some of the villagers said: "Go, fellow, I heard that the temple is full, let's go and have a look, this land will not be sold first!"

In the year of disaster, the rich man took the opportunity to annex the land, if these villagers did not eat for a mouthful of rice, no one was willing to resell their fields at a low price, and they were listening to the good news brought by the tall villagers, which was in line with the will of the people, and everyone turned to Lingshan Temple.

......

Lingshan Temple, an ancient temple in the west of Liulin Town, was founded in the Tang Dynasty.

In the temple, the cooking smoke is at its peak, and outside the temple, there are crowds of people.

In front of the temple gate, a fasting field was set up.

The monks were busy in the room, putting baskets of hot rice on the table.

Several monks held rice spoons in their hands and served the villagers in line one by one in an orderly manner.

Every disaster year, every family tightens their belts to live, if any family has no surplus food, it is not a problem to sell land, buy a house or even sell children. When the villagers heard that there was a meal in the temple, they undoubtedly sent charcoal in the snow, and they all laughed and talked about it, and they came to eat fast.

This kind of grand occasion is endless.

Tall villager: "It's here, it's in front!"

Skinny villager: "There are so many people in front!"

The dwarf villager: "There is really hot white rice to eat!"

Tall villager: "I didn't lie to you!"

Thin villager: "Look, the villagers over there have eaten, let's hurry up!"

Just as he was saying this, he suddenly saw a large group of people rushing forward, all holding sticks, with fierce looks, and dispersed all the villagers who were waiting for Shi Zhai on the side.

There was a lot of chaos in the scene, shouting, fighting, mixed together.

Song Fu, the housekeeper of Hefu, commanded Ding to come to the temple gate and smashed the table of Shi Zhai, and even the bamboo basket containing the rice was overturned to the ground.

Tall villager: "Eh, this and this...... Why is it still printed?"

Thin villager: "Hey, isn't that the family from He Mansion?"

Short villager: "No wonder they are all arrogant, it's really hateful!"

I saw that in front of the temple gate, Song Fu stepped on the overturned bamboo basket, and rice and steamed buns were scattered all over the ground.

A family member moved to the bench, Song Fuduan sat down, and a dozen or so family members beside him were guarding the side.

Many villagers who had not yet eaten were holding dishes and chopsticks, hiding aside and secretly complaining, but they were too angry to speak.

The spoon-wielding monk stepped forward: "Amitabha, why do these donors pour rice on the ground for no reason?"

Song Fu sat on the bench and crossed his legs: "Tell your abbot old bald donkey to come out and speak!"

The spoon-wielding monk took two steps back.

"Dear donors, Lao Juequn is the abbot of the temple, Amitabha. ”

A voice came from the side.

When Song Fu and the others heard this, they looked in the direction of speaking, and an old monk stepped out of the temple gate and walked down the steps.

Song Fu squinted his eyes: "Listen, my grandfather said that your puja has been canceled!"

When everyone present heard this, they were all in an uproar.

"Why?"

"We haven't eaten yet!"

The villagers shouted, only to see Song Fu wave his hand.

A family member stepped forward, put a small package on his back on the table, untied it, and the white silver inside rolled out, a full hundred taels.

The villagers were shocked: "That's a lot of money!"

Song Fu pointed to the silver money on the table and said, "Take it, my lord's family is kind-hearted, and I have bought all your rice and grain!"

The overtone is, "If you don't have food, what are you doing?"

Seeing this, the abbot shook his head: "Amitabha, these rice grains are the heart of a benefactor surnamed Wang to help sentient beings, and the whole temple is just giving alms on behalf of them, not easy to sell, please take it back." ”

The abbot raised his hand and made an invitation, and the spoon-holding monk put away the silver and came to Song Fu to return him.

Song Fu: "It's really a toast and don't eat and drink!" He turned cold, and as he spoke, he hit him with a fist.

The spoon-wielding monk hurriedly lost the silver taels, and blocked the car with both hands.

Smack-

Song Fu only felt that his fist power was fixed in mid-air, and it stopped abruptly.

When Song Fu looked at it, his fist was grabbed with one hand, and it was no more than an inch away from the chest of the spoon-wielding monk.

Song Fu: "Who are you?"

I saw that the man was dressed in a robe, dressed in simple and unpretentious clothes, and the color was pleasant, and nodded to Song Fu: "In Xia Wang Lie, this festival is funded by Zaixia, what do you think about Brother Tai?"

Song Fu's fist was grabbed by Wang Lie, but he couldn't move forward, and he couldn't take it back, so he was motionless and furious: "You, you, you...... I'll tell you, let it go!"

As soon as Wang Lie let go, Song Fu fell on all fours, and the villagers on the side laughed when they saw this, and all the family members hurriedly helped him up.

Song Fu patted the soil on his body and pointed at Wang Lie: "You ...... You foreigner, don't make trouble here!"

Wang Lie: "If you cause trouble, I'm afraid it's not below." ”

Song Fu pointed to the silver on the ground: "Let's not say anything else, today, our Master He bought all your rice grain, and the extra should be rewarded to you!"

Wang Lie glanced at Song Fu, his face was pleasant, and he just smiled.

Song Fu: "Well, surnamed Wang, what are you proud of?"

Wang Lie: "This housekeeper wants to buy rice and grain from his subordinates, everything is easy to negotiate, don't hurt the harmony." ”

Song Fu saw that there were steps down: "Hehe, just what you say, it's okay, the surname is Wang, if you know each other, you quickly take the silver, get out!"

Wang Lie: "But you don't seem to have enough money." ”

Song Fu: "What are you talking about?"

As soon as the words fell, Song Fu heard the rolling of wheels not far away......

A monk came and said to the abbot, "Master, Lord Wang's grain delivery convoy is back!"

The old abbot clasped his hands together: "Good, good!"

Song Fu and the rest of the family looked up.

I saw not far away, the coachman was whipping, riding a mule cart, some monks escorted on both sides, and a convoy rushed to the front of the temple.

Song Fu asked suspiciously, "Hmm...... What is this?"

The abbot stepped forward and said to Song Fuheshi: "Amitabha! This Wang benefactor is a great benevolent person, and when he first arrived at our temple, he funded 300 stone rice grain for the Dharma almsgiving, so that the suffering beings in Liulin Town can spend this year of calamity, immeasurable merit, and goodness. ”

"Three hundred stone ......" When Song Fu heard this, his heart suddenly cooled, and his face was stunned.

Looking at the road over there, I saw that the entire convoy was no less than ten mule carts, and they were returning with rice and grain.

The mule cart approached and stopped, and the mules were gasping for air.

Wang Lie said to several monks around him: "Labor a few masters, how much rice and grain can be bought for a hundred taels of silver, just send it to this family slaughter." ”

All the monks said, "Okay, Lord Wang!"

The monks answered, walked up to the car, unloaded a bag of rice grain from the car, carried it on their shoulders, and sent it to Song Fu.

Wang Lie turned to Song Fu and smiled at a few bags of rice grain on the ground: "If you have any more, you should be rewarded." ”

Song Fu: "You ......"

When all the people in He Mansion saw it, their eyes were straightened-

"Hahaha!" the crowd of onlookers laughed.

Wang Lie turned around and bowed to the abbot and the monks, "Laborers, masters, please put away the money on the ground, repair the temple one day, decorate the golden body, and continue to fast." ”

The abbot and the monks bowed together.

Song Fu's face was as ugly as eating a fly, he pointed at Wang Lie and looked at the several large bags of grain under his feet, but there was nothing he could do.

Now that the rice has risen to the level of more than ten taels and one stone, the amount of silver he brought with him is far from enough to buy Wang Lie's mule cart.

The monks: "Rice, vegetable soup is coming!" I saw the monks walking out of the kitchen, several baskets of hot rice and vegetable soup that had just come out of the pot were served on the table one after another, and they greeted the villagers: "Bodhisattva, come to eat!"

When the villagers saw it, they smiled and lined up to receive the food.

Song Fu dropped a sentence: "Okay, good! surnamed Wang, your baby is talking, let's see!" turned around and beckoned, and all the family members collected the rice and grain, and left with him.

At this moment, the crowd of onlookers around him were all happy.

"Hahaha, the big butler of the He Mansion is cowardly, cowardly!" said the short villager.

"Hey, clowns, I'm hungry for them. Eat, eat!", said the tall villager.

The villagers were talking and laughing, and they all rushed to serve the meal.

Watching Song Fu and his gang leave, the abbot clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name.

Wang Lie: "Master, master!"

Juequn: "Oh, Lord Wang. "The host stopped chanting.

Wang Lie: "Master Juequn, it's time for Wang to say goodbye." ”

The abbot of Juequn sighed and said: "Good and good, if it weren't for the king benefactor here to relieve the siege today, I am afraid that the temple will give up halfway, but the donor has a grudge against such a strong man, and he must be careful in the future." ”

Wang Lie: "Okay, what the master reminds is that Wang Lie will be cautious. ”

"Amitabha!" the abbot and the monks folded their palms to bid farewell.

Wang Lie said goodbye to the monks, and only walked not far, only to feel the thunder behind him.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

"Wang Dashan, go all the way!"

Wang Lie looked back and saw that the villagers who had come to eat fast were kneeling on the ground in rows, as if respecting the living Buddha.

Between the heavens and the earth, heavy snow fell one after another.

The sound of farewell echoed throughout the temple for a long time.

......

On the way down the mountain, Wang Lie saw a person crying on the mountain road, and Wang Lie thought to himself, "Shouldn't I be happy to see it here?"

"Why is this benevolent brother so sad?" asked Wang Lie.

"Brother, if I had known that there was a stutter, I wouldn't have sold the land!