"As long as your money arrives, you can start construction next month! At the latest, only 5 months, the first phase of the project should be completed! You can see the results. If everyone wants to expand the scale, the Sajia will naturally welcome you!" Lu Zhishen inspected the people present and said.

"How much money is needed for the first batch of projects?"

"It's not expensive, it's only 8,000 taels of silver. How many of you companies will pay? What you earn will naturally be divided according to the proportion of each company's investment!"

"The temple, 8,000 taels of silver is not a small amount. We need to go back and discuss it!"

"Of course, but I will give me a reply as soon as possible. If you are unhappy, I will directly contact the officials in Qingzhou. I believe they will sell the living Buddha for a favor!"

"Hahaha... Don't worry, the temple will be given an explanation if it takes less than three days!"

"That's good! Everyone, go slowly!"

After sending away the wealthy families of Li Yan and other aristocratic families, Han Bolong looked at Lu Zhishen and praised: "There are good methods for jailing the temple. After saying that, these people will send the money to us obediently and help us build the house. They will also share half of the money they earned! High, it's really high!"

Li Zhong also shook his head and said, "Oh, it's the temple that has the ability to make money by making money. If he was young, he would be afraid that he would ask his grandfather to sue him and borrow money from everyone, so that he could borrow money to accomplish this!"

Zhou Tong echoed: "That's right, now that when the temple is doing this, others want to send the money, but they are afraid that the temple will not collect it!"

Lu Zhishen said angrily: "You guys just see the things in front of you. Who told you that the family is making money for nothing. The wasteland is not money! It doesn't cost money to help the living Buddha promote it! It doesn't cost money to raise those monks and farmers... Without these, do you think these roosters are willing to send the silver here. Besides, it's better to take advantage of these people. Now they send the silver here and don't care about anything. They can make two or three times more profitable in half a year. Why don't they do such a good thing? Do they have to put the silver in the warehouse and rust!"

When Han Bolong, Li Zhong, Zhou Tong and others heard it, they thought it seemed like this. Now under the management of Erlong Mountain, anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is great potential for development in this nearby.

Now that the house is built, you can check in the cash. It seems that they are really taking advantage of it.

But they always feel that some other person is wrong. But they can't say what is wrong.

Before Han Bolong and the others could react, Lu Zhishen shouted: "When building the house, Brother Cao, you and Tao Zongwang should pay attention to those carpenters, craftsmen, blacksmiths, etc., keep them and form a technically qualified construction brigade. As long as people see the role of the dragon-enclosed house, other places will definitely be effective in preventing it. If they want to build the dragon-enclosed house, they still need our help. In this way, we can also take the opportunity to participate in the construction of houses in other places!"

When Cao Zheng heard this, he realized from the bottom of his heart that the temple looked rough and like a reckless man, but his mind was so close!

He said with conscience, "The temple is far-sighted, and I admire you!"

Lu Zhishen nodded and said, "Save good things to keep in the future. The construction of a living and commercial area is related to the long-term prosperity of our Baozhu Temple in the future. You and Jiang Jing and Tao Zong hope that they will cooperate with each other and work hard to complete this plan!"

"Yes, the temple!"

Lu Zhishen sent Cao Zheng away, and he led Han Bolong and others out of the Longshan Restaurant.

Walking to the monk's house, Sao Shiqian, the Gu Shangshou, came early and was waiting here.

Seeing Lu Zhishen coming, he hurriedly stood up. "Super the temple!"

"No need to be polite, just sit down!" Lu Zhishen said casually.

Shi Qian sat down, but his butt was just a little bit of a stool.

"Brother Shi Qian! I think you have some skills, just like asking you to help train a few people for the Sa family! I wonder if you would like to?"

When Shi Qian heard this, he quickly stood up and said, "Master, it is a small honor for the young to be able to serve the master and live Buddha. Of course, the young are willing! I don't know what the master wants to do or what to train? The young are not capable of anything!"

Lu Zhishen waved his hand and signaled Shi Qian to sit down. "Everyone said there is no need to be polite, sit down quickly. How can Brother Shi Qian say that you have no ability? Your ability is known to the earth. In terms of the ability to fly the eaves and walk on the wall, there are not many people in the world who can beat you. The Sai family wants to ask you to teach me the skill of flying the eaves and walk on the wall!"

When Shi Qian heard Lu Zhishen mention his ability, he was shocked. He didn't expect that the master would know me, Shi Qian.

It would be fine if others arrived, but I just wanted to teach his subordinates that he was his own secret ability to fly over the eaves and walls.

this……

If I teach them, what will I do in the future?

And the masters are not monks, so what are their scholars doing when they fly over the eaves and walk on the walls?

It’s impossible that I’m going to be a thief like me!

Thinking of this, Shi Qian laughed.

Erlongshan Baozhu Temple is not that kind of poor temple, so why do you need to be a thief and steal things!

Seeing Shi Qian hesitating, Lu Zhishen looked up at him. "Sha family has never liked to force others! If Brother Shi Qian is unwilling, then forget it. Sa family will find someone else!"

"No, no, no, of course I am willing!" Shi Qian shouted anxiously. "Just... just..."

"It's just what? Brother Shi Qian says it just right!" Lu Zhishen saw Shi Qian hesitantly and said a little impatiently.

"There are two conditions for the small ones. One is to protect the living Buddha and clear away the sins of the past. The other is to hope that the small church and temple will find a job for the small ones to do! It doesn't have to be very good, as long as the small ones can fill their stomachs!" Shi Qian looked at Lu Zhishen and said with some fear.

"I thought it was a big deal, don't worry, I, Lu Zhishen, are not a landlord who cuts the bridge across the river. As long as you help me with your heart, I will not treat you badly!"

"Xie Jiansi, the younger ones will definitely teach the subordinates of the Jiansi!"

"Well, you come here in three days, and then you will start to train them to fly over the eaves and walls!"

...

When Lu Zhishen was busy with the dragon house, Hujiazhuang and Hu Sanniang had just returned to her boudoir from the threshing farm.

More than 200 merchants died in the Hu family, so the aftermath is troublesome enough.

What's more, the world is not peaceful now, so this shopkeeper needs to be recruited again.

Hu Sanniang has been helping her elder brother Hu Cheng train a shopkeeper these days, and she was so busy that she had no time to think about other things for a while.

On that day, just after training the shopkeeper, Hu Sanniang returned to her boudoir.

The maid Cuiliu hurriedly stepped forward to take Hu Sanniang's cloak. "Sanniang, today the owner of the manor sent a letter saying that it was sent by Master Zhishen, the prison temple of Baozhu Temple!"

The letter sent by that monk?

Hu Sanniang was stunned when she heard this.

How could he think of writing to himself? What would he write in the letter?

Thinking of his burly figure and wide shoulders, Hu Sanniang was a little dazed for a moment.

"Where is the letter? Where is it? Give it to me!"

"Just put it on the table."

Hu Sanniang walked quickly to the table and picked up the letter.

Her hands were trembling slightly, and she was a little hesitant to open the letter.

"Sanniang! Sanniang..."

Hearing the shout of his personal maid, Hu Sanniang came back to her senses and asked, "What's wrong?"

Cuiliu said in confusion: "I want to ask if I want to make hot water!"

When Hu Sanniang heard this, she nodded and said, "Well! Go and prepare soup for me, and I'll take a shower later!"

"I'll go now!"

When the maid Cuiliu left, Hu Sanniang opened the letter.

What caught her eyes was not the kind of smooth brush font, which was a bit like the thin gold body of today's official families, thin and sharp.

Looking at the words, Hu Sanniang thought in her heart. The words were not ugly. She thought that just his thick palms didn't look like they could hold a pen and write.

If you don’t have a lot of skills, you will have some skills without being like Tao.

I heard that Zhang Fei is also good at fine brushwork. Could it be that this monk is also a character like Zhang Fei?

After sighing at Lu Zhishen's font, Hu Sanniang continued to read.

The more you look, the more surprised Hu Sanniang is.

The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night. It blows down, and the stars are like rain. The fragrance of BMW carries is everywhere. The sound of phoenix flutes moves, the light of jade pot turns, and fish and dragons dance overnight.

The moths and the willows are golden in color. The smiles are filled with fragrance. They look for her in the crowd for thousands of times. When they look back, the man is in the dim light.

Good poems!

"I searched for her in the crowd for thousands of times. When I looked back, the man was in the dim light."

Who is he looking for? Are he looking for me?

Could it be that this monk really likes me?

But he is a monk!

It’s still like the storyteller said, this monk is a wine and meat monk, a fake monk.

Oh, what am I thinking.

What does it have to do with me, Hu Sanniang, whether they are fake monks.

He is not someone of mine.

This monk is too bold!

But this poem is written very well!

Unexpectedly, this great monk still understands poetry and prose.

Why didn’t you know that he could write poetry before?

He can write poetry...

Wait, didn’t this great monk be an admiral in the northwest before, but later became a monk because of a crime?

He has never been to school, so how could he understand poetry?

Thinking of a possibility, Hu Sanniang was angry and looked straight.
To be continued...