Chapter 33: Don't give them money

The men looked at Zhao Qi in surprise. Why did the prince have any objections to the monks? Are you not afraid of the gods and Buddhas blaming them? He didn't know that Zhao Qi didn't believe in these things at all. He did a lot of murder and set fire in his previous life, but God didn't treat him anything and even made him reincarnate as a prince, although this prince was more unlucky.

‘Dongdongqiangqiang, Dongdongqiangqiang’ The doorman was stunned and there was another sound of gongs and drums. The few people were wearing ragged clothes, but their faces were colorful, and they were all like ghosts. They beat gongs and drums, and they were not idle. They screamed and rushed to the door.

"The one who beats Ye Hu is here!" The door exclaimed and was about to close the door.

"Uncle Tian, ​​why are you closing the door?" Zhao Qi stopped him and asked the door.

"Second Master, they are all poor beggars who have not lived last year. Every time they are dressed up as gods and ghosts, judges, Zhong Kui, and ghosts, beating drums and drums, pretending to drive out the epidemic and ghosts for their masters, asking for some wine and food, and then they will come to another group immediately, which is the most troublesome!" The doorzi explained hurriedly.

"Oh, then what are we waiting for! When you see Xi, go get some money. Uncle Tian, ​​go to the kitchen to get some Laba porridge and ask the manager to get some white rice for them." Zhao Qiong said after hearing the order.

"Ah?!" The door was stunned. If you don't give money to the monk or the beggar, what did the prince want to do?

"What, go quickly!" said another age-old disciple.

"Second Master is"

"You don't know who the second master is? He can't stand the poor. Look at the new clothes on our body and the copper rustling in his pockets. Didn't it all given by the second master?" said the old doorman.

"Oh, yes, the second master is a good person who cares about poverty and is willing to cherish poverty!" The two families went busy all the time.

The monks saw a group of people coming to the door, beating unspeakable gongs and drums, dancing dance steps that could not be stepped on, shouting "Yuhu" in their mouths, curling their lips in disdain, thinking to themselves that we are authentic Buddhist disciples, and they chanted the serious Diamond Sutra. The family gave them a few liters of rice, and they didn't even see a copper plate. You poor beggars may not be able to make up the white rice, so just mess around!

"Zhong Kui arrives, little ghost runs away"

"The Kitchen God is here, and the house is still there." Several people jumped and sang auspicious words, which was a little more lively than the monks there.

"Come on, come on, thank you all for your hard work. My master has prepared Laba porridge for you. Let's drink some bowls first!" At this time, the door came out. He followed several kitchen servants who helped the kitchen to carry the porridge bucket and hold a stack of bowls. Zhao Qi ordered the door to bring a table, put the bowls, and serve hot porridge, and greet them.

It was a great thing to drink a bowl of steaming porridge in this cold weather. A few of them were a little frightened and thanked each other in unison. They put down the guy in their hands and rubbed their hands on their bodies before picking up the bowl of porridge.

Zhao Qi pretended to be curious and stepped forward to play with their drums and drums. The uncle and uncle shouted intimately. Before he finished drinking a bowl of porridge, he got along with a few people. "Uncle, this year's scenery is good, is life still good?"

"Oh, young master, you don't know that although the harvest this year is good, but in the past few years, the locust plagues and the fields have failed, we can only borrow money to survive. The food collected this year is not enough to pay off the debt. We have to come out and ask for something with shame, otherwise the year will be sad!" The old man sighed.

"Yes, although the harvest is good, the tax collected is 30% higher than in previous years. I barely paid my husband's money after selling the cow. It's a mess, and I don't know what to do when I start spring!" Another man said with a sip of porridge and shook his head.

"I'll give each person two liters of white rice and one copper coin (one hundred liters)!" Zhao Qiong said. Judging from their lives, his father has now been secretly engaged in "corruption" since he was a child and has developed into lawless troubles, which has led to a fiscal deficit, and he has to start using Cai Jing to increase taxes.

"Young Master Xie, Young Master Xie" several of the men who beat Ye Hu took the things and kept thanking them.

"This is not the young master, it is our master!" Menzi reminded.

"Ah?" Several people were surprised that the owner of this family was so young. "Although the old man is young, he is a Bodhisattva's heart and will definitely be able to get a high-ranking official and ride a horse. He will be free from illness or disaster in his life!" They immediately changed their words and praised him in a tide.

"What a Bodhisattva's heart? We have been standing for a long time. We didn't give a single child. They sang a few words and gave rice and money. The porridge smelled more fragrant than the porridge ingredients in our temple." The monks kept complaining, and the sound of chanting scriptures increased by 200 decibels in their hearts, and the wooden fish knocked even louder.

"Second Master, do you think that monk gave them some money to send them away? It saves them annoying at our door." Jianxi asked in a low voice.

"What are you doing for them? It's great to listen to chant scriptures without spending money, and you can pray for blessings and eliminate disasters!" Zhao Qi rolled his eyes and said, seeing Xi, Wang Yong was determined not to give him, so he stopped talking nonsense and just pretended to be a fun.

There were more than ten miles around, and there were not many wealthy families, and even fewer people were willing to pay for rice. As soon as the news of Zhao's house, the Yehu people all leaned towards this side. One group left, and the other group immediately came, and there was a constant stream of time. Zhao Qi was two liters of rice per person, one road was a big money, and Laba porridge was enough. Later, more people came, so he simply asked the kitchen to set up two large pots to make porridge at the door, but he just ignored the monks.

These monks are really tough. If you don’t give me money, I won’t leave. If you get rid of it, I just don’t believe that you dare to disrespect the Buddha in front of everyone. But their mouths were dry, their mouths were worn out, their hands were tired and sore, and their feet were frozen and numb. Zhao Qi turned a blind eye to him and ignored him, and let them do whatever they wanted.

The Zhao Mansion has a large population, and food, clothing and consumption have to be purchased outside. A small market has gradually formed in front of their doors. After the Chen Dynasty, the weather was getting warmer, and the shopping in nearby villages all came out, and the number of people gradually increased. Seeing the constant sound of gongs and drums here, people also gathered around to watch the fun and drank the bowl of porridge.

"I said you guys, they don't like you, so hurry up and don't be embarrassed here!" A guy drank the porridge, burped his mouth and put his mouth in front of the monks and said.

"Yes, yes, just leave if you give it!"

"Oh, people are so worried these days, monks want money!"

"Forget it for them a little money, why bother with them!"

People were talking about it, some said that Zhao Qiong and others were stingy and couldn't bear to spend a lot of money, and some said that monks were greedy and made trouble for a while.

"Brother, don't make trouble with the Buddha Lords. They have been standing for a long time. Just give them some money, so it's considered a good relationship!" an old lady interrupted.

"We'll give it to you, Wusheng, and I want money. If I don't give it, I'll block the door and stop leaving. I don't want it. It's obviously a fraud!" Jianxi quickly explained.

"That's yours. If someone gives it, just leave. Why do you block the door?" the old lady advised several monks and said.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful. This family is stubborn and will definitely be punished by God. We just want to save him for a while!" The monk holding the Buddha statue pronounced the Buddha's name and said. He saw that a group of beggars could drink porridge and get money, so he had already been angry, but the other person ignored him and he had no choice. At this moment, he was caught and finally couldn't help saying it.

"What are you saying? Who is punished by God? I see you bald donkeys commit suicide!" Jianxi knew that the prince had just left the palace because he was called a monster. The monk's words were just a pain point. How could he not be angry and jumped out and cursed.

"If you don't believe in Buddhism or respect Buddha, you will go to Avici Hell and will never be reborn!" The monk was not willing to be outdone and said with a stare.

"Oh, I'll play with us!" Jianxi saw the monk's words becoming more and more ugly, and jumped up in anger. "Pan Long, Xue Feng drove these bald donkeys away!" He shouted into the door. As soon as Jianxi finished speaking, two murderous men walked out of the mansion. "Who dares to make trouble here? I'll beat him up!" Pan Long's face was ferocious, and he roared with his ring eyes wide open. His voice over everyone's voice, and the front of the door was immediately clear.

"These monks have just cheated on our family and dared to insult the second master!" Jianxi pointed at the monks and said.

"You dare to scold Er Master, you are tired of living!" Since Pan Long and the others arrived in the mansion, they have been drinking and good food every day. They have not used them yet. They have been holding back their energy and hit them. The monks were scared when they saw them coming out. Unexpectedly, they didn't care about them just now, and they couldn't afford to offend them. Now they regret it too late, so they closed their eyes and waited to be beaten.

"Stop, why are you competing with a few monks?" Zhao Qiong saw it now and quickly stopped them.

"They dare to scold the second master, but they deserve to be beaten!" Xue Feng said in a muffled voice.

"Oh, the dog bites someone, can we still bite it back!" Zhao Qi said, waving the spoon of porridge.

"Haha, the second master is right, let's take advantage of them today!" Pan Long laughed and retreated behind him. When the people around him saw a child talking interestingly, they all laughed. Several monks were so angry that they trembled all over, but they looked at the two strong men and didn't dare to have an attack.

"Oh, you said that you are not good at doing anything. You have to be a monk. You can't even marry a wife. Now you have to be a wife. Don't study well. Don't eat vegetarian food in the temple and chant Buddha's name. You learn from the rogues and eat the king's meal!"
Chapter completed!