"Yi'er, my father thought about it all night." Tang Xiucai said with red eyes: "Maybe what you said makes sense, but my father must not go to Tianfei Palace!"

"Why, you still have to jump even though you know it's a pit!" Tang Yi asked in confusion.

Tang Xiucai sighed and smiled bitterly: "Yi'er, making money is not easy. When my father was setting up a stall yesterday, he saw someone fighting because of a stall, and almost killed someone. If it weren't for the master of Tianfei Palace, my father wouldn't even be able to set up a stall."

Without going through the wind and rain, there is no rainbow. After a day of experience, Xiucai Tang seems to have matured a lot.

"No matter whether the true master is purely kind or has any purpose, my father has no choice. I can't get tired of writing a few more words, so I just think it's practicing calligraphy. Yi'er, my father is a man, I have to support this family and support my son!"

After Tang Xiucai finished speaking, he stood up and walked downstairs quickly. He didn't want his son to see the tears in the corners of his eyes. Tang Xiucai didn't hate the truth, but on the contrary, he was very grateful to the master. In any case, Tang Shen could make money and let his son have enough food. For him, all the meaning of life is to pull his son into a human being.

He hated himself, why was he so incompetent! He couldn't even find a decent job, and was useless as a scholar. He was talking about a waste like himself!

Tang Xiucai silently wiped away the tears, raised his head, as if nothing had happened, and grinned and quickly left the alley. From then on, after copying half of the scriptures every day, he would set up a stall to write for the rest of his time. The earlier he went, the more time he would have left, and the more money he could earn...

Tang Xiucai thought optimistically, but ignored a small tail following his butt. Tang Yi was panting and rushed all the way, but he arrived until his father arrived at Tianfei Palace.

"Yi'er, what are you doing?"

Tang Xiucai hurriedly grabbed Tang Yi. He remembered how angry the little guy was yesterday, afraid that he would come to cause trouble today, so he pulled Tang Yi under a big tree beside him, bent down, and faced his son's eyes.

"Yi'er, you feel sorry for your father. Dad knows it, but Dad really can't do anything else except this. In the past, Dad didn't understand what a person was under the short eaves, so he had to bow his head. Now I know it."

I'm afraid no one in this world would talk to his son almost humbly like Tang Xiucai. Tang Yi's nose and hair were sour. In my memory, the father was so proud of his success. If it weren't for himself, he would have been willing to be exposed to the wind and sun, and even curry favor with the monks in the temple. How could he have a face!

Tang Yi was really moved, "Dad, the child is not here to cause trouble, it is because he has some money-making ideas, so you don't have to work hard anymore."

In the old city of Liuhebao, the Tianfei Palace worships Mazu, the sea god who protects thousands of sailors. During the Yongle period, the Ming Dynasty created an unprecedented seven voyage to the West, covering half of the world. Before going to sea, the eunuch of the Three Treasures Zheng He would pay tribute to the sea god in the Tianfei Palace of Liuhebao and pray for blessings.

Judging from the achievements of seven voyages to the West, the Empress Tianfei is really effective!

Under the guidance of his father, Tang Yi walked around the temple. After passing the "Tongfan Monument" by the eunuch of Sanbao, Tang Yi clasped his hands together and muttered silently. After saying that, he turned around and left. Return to the writing stall outside the temple.

Tang Xiucai was observing his son's expression all the way, and couldn't help but ask worriedly: "Yi'er, do you really have a way to get the money?"

"Why, Dad doesn't believe in the child?"

"Of course I believe that Yi'er is the best!" Tang Xiucai extended his thumb, and then said guiltily: "Yi'er, Dad wants to break his head, but he didn't expect any idea of ​​making money. What's your solution?"

"If you want to tell me the solution, that's too much!"

Tang Yi was furious and smiled and said, "It seems that the conditions in Tianfei Palace are good, and there are many pilgrims, but they are too monotonous and cannot meet the needs of pilgrims at different levels, so there is not much money for incense."

Seeing his father's confusion, Tang Yi couldn't help but smile and said, "Take the incense that worships Buddha as an example, there is a kind of incense in the Tianfei Palace. However, some people have high identities and wealth, and they think they are more pious and unwilling to do what to do with the people of Xialiba. It's very simple. The incense will grow and become thicker and bigger. Ordinary incense requires less copper coins, or even no. Two feet long, two and a half feet long, five feet thick, three feet twenty taels, five feet... That's too shameless, let's forget it."

Tang Xiucai widened his eyes. He had long noticed that his son was a little different, but he had never expected that this kid would have so many tricks.

Tang Yi Guan’s father was surprised and continued to talk: “For example, there is only one small shaman in the hall to collect money for incense and oil? It’s all recorded in the notebook, but some people are short of money and can’t afford much money. I’m embarrassed to register. What should I do? It’s very simple. In the inside and outside of the gate, the stove burning incense and the statues are all placed in the merit box. No matter how much it is, it’s all a thought. As the saying goes, gathering sand in piles, and collecting armpits into fur, is also a sum of money.”

"In addition, how can the believers who came to burn incense leave empty-handed? Why don't they make some small ornaments, Buddha statues, rosary bracelets, Shurangama mantras or other gifts to them."

"Giveaway? How can you make money?"

"Hahaha, Dad, you are too honest. It's called a gift. Do believers dare to take advantage of the Buddha? They will definitely give more charity! By the way, there are those who pay a lot of money for incense and oil, which can be given to Buddhist scriptures, and you can just write this. Also, can you set up a separate side hall to worship the spiritual seats of the dead ancestors, and the masters recite scriptures and pray for blessings every day. I think those filial descendants must be willing to do so. Do you think they will still be short of money?"

Tang Xiucai was completely defeated. After careful consideration, what his son said really makes sense. It seems that he was not only not bragging, but even being modest! Tang Xiucai didn't know what to say for a moment. His son's method is indeed much better than selling his words.

However, this matter requires cooperation from the Tianfei Palace, and I don’t know if I can really agree!

"Yi'er, are you sure to convince the true master?"

"Hehe, Dad, I just walked around the temple and had already figured out my idea. Why don't we go and meet the true master again?"

"Okay!"

When he arrived outside the quiet room, Tang Yi reached out to stop his father and smiled and said, "Dad, you should not listen to the next conversation, let the child go!"

"Can you do it?"

Tang Yi smiled and turned around and entered the Zen room. Tang Xiucai could only pace back and forth at the door. He couldn't hear anything he said. Suddenly, there was a sound of slapping the table. His heart was in his throat. After a while, there were a few more laughs. In this way, Tang Xiucai's heart was up and down. Just when he was about to bear it, the door opened wide. Tang Yi walked in front, and Le Zhen followed him out.

When he saw Tang Xiucai, he smiled faintly: "Amitabha, I congratulate Donor Tang, but I have given birth to a good son!"

The three words "good son" were extremely hard, and Tang Xiucai didn't understand why, so he just claimed the crime and took Tang Yi away.

"Yi'er, what did you say to Zhen?"

"I didn't say anything, I just told him that the Tianfei Palace was originally a Taoist temple, but later the old Taoist ran away. A few years ago, a monk entered and gradually became a Buddhist temple."

Tang Xiucai murmured to himself: "You are right. The history of Tianfei Palace is like this, but how can this convince you really?"

"It's very simple. If he adopts my suggestion, everyone will make a fortune together. If he doesn't listen, I will go to the monks to report it. You must know that the emperor believes in Taoism and the old Taoist status is higher than that of the monks. There are many old Taoists who have nowhere to go. What will happen to them if they hear about it?"

Tang Yi said it easily, but Tang Xiucai broke out in a cold sweat: It's so poisonous! It's simply a trick to sweep the floor and go out!

Tang Yi had no guilt. He had guessed that yesterday it was really arousing his father's interest. Even if his father didn't set up a stall to write in Tianfei Palace, he would find ways to attract him and copy Buddhist scriptures for him. Tang Yi could even think that these exquisitely written Buddhist scriptures would become the best treasures for making friends with wealthy families and bringing rich rewards.

I just took a big advantage and pretended to be kind, and I think I'm easy to bully!

You are doing the first day of the junior high school, and I am doing the fifteenth day of the junior high school!

That's right, Tang Yi has such a vengeful personality.
Chapter completed!