Liu He followed Qing Chen's movements and put down his hand. He was not stupid. How painful would it be to hit himself? When you see the steps, hurry down.
"How long will it take to renovate this temple?" Changing the topic in the early hours of the morning, he asked Liu He.
"Haha, this mage doesn't have to worry. The wood has been processed and delivered. You can move in in three hours at most." Liu He rubbed his fat face and said very proudly.
"So fast?" Ling Chen was shocked. A well-built temple is a big project. It can be built in six hours?
"Hahaha, Master, come with me." Liu He laughed, pulled Chen Chen's sleeves and walked towards the place where the wood was placed.
"Come on, mage, please see. This wood is all marked, and the mortise and tenon structure has been processed as required. It just needs to be transported here and put up." Liu He patted the wood and explained.
"However, since it still needs to be treated with tung oil and other anti-corrosion treatments, it is not recommended to move in on the same day even if it is built. Moreover, it also takes time to reshape the golden body of the Buddha statue."
Chen Chen nodded, but he always had a strange feeling now. These measures were not like the thoughts of the ancients. Could it be that there was a senior professor who taught time travel not long ago?
However, I quickly put aside this outrageous idea in the morning. After all, the wisdom of the ancients cannot be underestimated. Maybe it was really discovered by others?
What's more, this is not an ordinary world, but those who can cultivate, even if they cannot live forever, their longevity will be very impressive when they reach a certain level. It is not impossible to think of some ways to save time and effort.
"By the way, Shopkeeper Liu, can I exchange the money I have for some cash?" Chen Ling suddenly remembered and asked.
"Of course you can, but if it exceeds one hundred taels, it will have to be delivered to you tomorrow." Liu He nodded and explained.
"That's just right. I'll exchange it for one hundred taels, but most of it will be copper coins. After all, it's not very convenient for my master to spend scraps of silver in the temple." Ling Chen said happily.
"Okay, this is all a trivial matter. I will give you twenty taels of broken silver, and the rest will be converted into copper coins. I can ask my people who work for me to exchange some. The mage will wait for a moment." Liu He cupped his hands and looked towards Walk to the construction site.
Taking this opportunity in the early morning, he took out the brocade bag from his arms, took out a one hundred tael silver note, and waited quietly for Liu He.
Not long after, Liu He ran over panting, holding a package made of clothes.
"Hey...this pile of copper coins is serious, but I'm exhausted. Master, give it to me, exactly 9,600 coins." Liu He ran to the early morning and wiped the oil on his forehead with a wry smile.
"..." Chen Chen rubbed his brows speechlessly and reached out to take the package.
Eighty taels of copper coins, according to Liu He's exchange ratio, one tael of silver is one thousand two hundred cents. The material of copper coins is generally a mixture of copper and iron, and the maximum weight of one cent will not exceed 1.2 grams.
In other words, even if there are impurities such as oil stains and rust, the weight of 9,600 yuan will not weigh more than 20 pounds. This weight can actually make this guy sweat all over the body...
I really don’t know how to complain in the early hours of the morning, but Liu He still has a certain level of cultivation. Although he is only in the copper-skin realm, even an ordinary person can easily weigh twenty pounds.
"Shopkeeper Liu has worked hard." Ling Chen looked at Liu He with complicated eyes and said softly.
"Hehehehe~ It would be great if I could help the mage." Liu He rubbed his fat hands and smiled in a self-righteous manner.
But in the eyes of Ling Chen, his appearance and the oily face were as disgusting as possible. Ling Qing felt that he might not want to see the smell of meat for at least three months.
There was no other way. Ling Chen smiled gently at Liu He, turned around to look at the temple being built, and turned the prayer beads in his hand to himself, planning to ignore the fat man for the time being.
As a businessman, Liu He naturally has a very sharp eye. When he saw Chen Chen's reaction, he knew that it was his sweat that made Chen Chen feel sick.
So he smiled dryly, turned around and walked towards the camp, thinking about taking a shower and changing clothes before getting close.
In the early morning, he was relieved to see the fat man Liu He was gone. Being around such a fat man was indeed a kind of torture. He didn't want to embarrass others too much, so he had to endure it.
Just as he was thinking about it, a hand suddenly patted Chen Qing's shoulder, which startled him. He turned around and found that it was the old monk Wude.
"Master? Why are you back so soon?" Chen Chen was stunned. Making clothes takes a lot of time. Old monk Wude was only gone for more than an hour, right?
Excluding the time spent traveling back and forth, there is not enough time to make a monk's robe no matter how much I think about it.
"Donor Wang, who makes clothes, has prepared several sets in advance, thinking that we will definitely buy them in the future, so he saves time." Old monk Wude explained.
King Donor? Chen Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and an ambiguous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
If he remembered correctly, the donor Wang who made the clothes seemed to be a little old lady, right?
Moreover, there is only a village of thousands of people at the foot of the mountain. Not to mention the shortage of supplies, it is not much different. How could Mrs. Wang waste fabrics to make a few clothes for no reason? No one except their master and apprentice would buy it. Where's the monk's robe?
Could this be...
Is there a situation?
"Master, you... want the old tree to bloom?" Chen Chen smiled very ambiguously and approached the old monk Wude and asked quietly.
Snapped!
There was a loud slap.
"Hiss~" Ling Chen quickly stretched out his hand to rub the sore back of his head. Isn't this old monk right? Otherwise, why would you be so cruel?
"You are talking nonsense and being treasonous." Old monk Wude's face twitched and he glared at Chen Chen.
This brat really dared to say that, and even said that he wanted the old trees to bloom, and he was a monk!
"No... Then how could Donor Wang waste fabrics to make a few monk robes that no one would buy for no reason?" Ling Chen argued.
"Even if you don't have this idea, then I'm sure Donor Wang doesn't. After all, Master, you are such a charming and graceful person, with a jade tree facing the wind, don't you think so?"
"You bastard, look for a beating." Old monk Wude almost laughed at Chen Chen. He picked up his Zen staff and swung it at Chen Chen's butt.
How could he hold it on in the early hours of the morning? He quickly dodged and dodged. This Zen staff was so heavy that it would break his bones when it was slapped on him.
"Na na na~ Did I tell you right? The old monk was so angry~ I knew something must be wrong with you two!" Ling Chen laughed playfully and ran away, for fear of being beaten again.
Old monk Wude couldn't help but laugh out loud as he looked at the revelry in the early morning. This brat...
"Don't go too far. I bought the tofu and will eat it later." Old monk Wude weighed the oil paper bag in his hand and shouted.
"I know." Chen Chen stood in the distance and waved. Anyway, he definitely couldn't get close now, otherwise he would have to receive a few slaps on the back of his head, which would be very painful.
As for the matter about Mrs. Wang, he was naturally talking nonsense. Mrs. Wang’s youngest son went hunting in the mountains and was half eaten by wild beasts in the mountains. His eyes widened when he found out.
Mrs. Wang's family was afraid that he would become a lonely ghost because of his untimely death and his unwillingness to die in peace, so they went up the mountain in the middle of the night to ask the old monk Wude to save him.
Old monk Wude naturally went without saying a word. In order to be saved, he stayed up all night without rest.
Mrs. Wang and her family wanted to give money to Monk Wude, but he didn't ask for it, so Mrs. Wang prepared the monk's robes.
He just wanted to tease the old monk Wude. After all, the old monk Wude was old, so it would be good to smile more.
