"Little saint, the people's wives begged him to come true, the people's wives begged him to come true. The slave family is willing to be with him forever."
At this time, with a soft voice, a woman came in from outside.
This woman is none other than Ren Liqin.
Since she was an acquaintance of Zhaojiazhuang, no one from outside stopped her and let her in.
At this time, she knelt in front of Zhao Ping, kowtowing and begging.
"Madam Ren, have you ever thought about it, he is just a monk. Besides chanting sutras, what else can he do?" Zhao Ping glanced at the two of them and shook his head: "Maybe he can't support himself, how can he do it? You two, mother and daughter?"
"The civilian woman has already considered this. The civilian woman is willing to support him, and the civilian woman can support her daughter by herself." Ren Liqin looked at Wuji, then looked up at Zhao Ping and bowed to Wanfu, pleading hard.
Zhao Ping frowned, stared at Ren Liqin, shook his head and said, "You can't support yourself, how can you support Wu Ji and your daughter?"
"Didn't the little saint have a woolen mill? A common woman would like to knit sweaters in the woolen mill to support Wu Ji and her daughter." Ren Liqin kowtowed and begged.
It turned out that this woman had this idea. Zhao Ping had forgotten that she had also worked in Ma's workshop in Changzhou before.
But this woman is just lazy and thinks being a weaver is too hard.
Later, she simply took a shortcut and became Ma Rong's wife.
She thought there was nothing wrong with being the richest man in Changzhou, and he has skyrocketed since then.
Unexpectedly, in the face of Zhao Ping's new loom and Ma Rong spending most of his money on women, he forgot about business and eventually collapsed.
Could it be that this woman has finally changed into a different person, no longer lazy and wants to support a man and daughter through her own efforts?
Now that she knew she had a woolen mill, she actually decided to do it here.
Could it be that this woman is still evil and wants to follow the same old path?
Being a concubine at Ma's Weaving House in Changzhou was a disgrace to her parents, but being a concubine to others here was a disgrace to herself.
Thinking of this, Zhao Ping looked at Wu Ji, then focused on Ren Liqin, and said in a deep voice: "Knitting sweaters is a very tiring job, can you bear the hardship?"
"People's women have suffered so much, and they are also people with hands and feet. People's women are willing to use their hard-working hands to earn their own hard-earned money." She knew that she had a shameful past, and when she saw the inorganic His expression changed and he hurriedly defended himself.
After saying that, she raised her head and looked at Zhao Ping, hoping to give her an answer.
This woman is willing to use her body to make quick money. Can I believe what she says?
Zhao Ping thought of this and ignored her, but turned his attention to Zhonghua.
Zhong Hua understood what Zhao Ping meant and wanted to supervise this woman.
He stepped forward and bowed his hands: "Little saint, I will take care of her and make sure nothing unexpected happens."
After saying that, he looked at Ren Liqin coldly, like a prey.
Seeing Zhong Hua's fierce gaze, Ren Liqin turned pale with fright and hurriedly lowered her head.
Zhao Ping asked Zhong Hua to speak in public here, which was a bit humiliating.
She burst into tears and hurriedly wiped her tears with her hands.
She has no choice. Who told her to have a disgraceful past?
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at Wuji.
She has expressed her stance, now it's up to Wu Ji.
Wuji now also knows that this woman has a shameful past, and has been observing her since she came in.
Wuji didn't expect that this woman had the experience of being someone else's concubine, so he hesitated for a moment.
Although Wuji was moved by her coming to plead for mercy, he still felt a little uncomfortable after hearing about her past experiences.
After all, getting married and being a foreigner are two different concepts, one is legitimate and the other is self-degradation.
When she heard that the little saint was going to arrange for someone to monitor her, she finally felt relieved.
Wuji came to Zhao Ping at this time and knelt down with Ren Liqin.
"The poor monk is willing to spend this life with Ren Nu Shi. This is the arrangement of the Buddha. No matter what happened to her in the past, the poor monk is willing to share the hardships with her." Wu Ji came out at this time and expressed his attitude in a deep voice.
Zhao Ping and Liang Shanqiu looked at each other. If Wuji treated Ren Liqin like this, it would also give Ren Liqin a lifelong support.
"No one has faults. As long as he corrects them, he will do a lot of good." Zhao Ping nodded and glanced at the two of them happily, "Wuji, since you are no longer in Buddhism, you can't be called a poor monk. You should have a surname and a given name, right?"
"Poor monk, poor monk Wuji is no longer in Buddhism. The poor monk was abandoned by his parents since he was a child. He doesn't know who his parents are and has no name. Please ask the little saint to give the poor monk a name and not give the villain a name." Wuji has not yet converted. He stammered some words.
Zhao Ping, Liang Shanqiu, and Zhong Hua looked at each other and couldn't help but show sympathy.
It turns out that Wuji was abandoned by his parents in Yunding Temple because his family could not support him.
The abbot of Yunding Temple could not bear to let him starve to death and raised him in the temple. It can be said that Yunding Temple raised him everything.
"Wu Ji, that's it. It seems that Yunding Temple has been kind to you in raising you. Since you are kind, you can't forget your roots. Your name is still Wu Ji, but your surname is Wu, which means Wu from Koutian." Zhao Ping paused, then continued Go on, "If you can read, you can work as a foreman in the wool workshop. In this way, you and Madam Ren can take care of each other."
Wu Ji, no, his name has been changed to Wu Ji. He couldn't help but be overjoyed and immediately kowtowed to thank Ren Liqin.
Wu Ji didn't know about the treatment at Zhaojiazhuang Wool Shop, but Ren Liqin did.
As long as one person can barely support a family, let alone two people, Wu Ji is still a small foreman, so his income is naturally high.
The treatment Zhao Ping gave the two of them was definitely a straight road.
Liang Shanqiu couldn't help but be overjoyed. Zhao Ping made an arrangement for his adopted sister and adopted brother-in-law just for his sake.
"Little saint, please thank me on behalf of my sister and brother-in-law." He also stepped forward and bowed deeply.
After speaking, he turned to look at the two people still kneeling on the ground.
The two of them looked up at Liang Shanqiu and bowed hurriedly.
He looked at the two of them happily and returned the courtesy to Wu Ji and Ren Liqin, saying: "Sister-in-law, step-brother-in-law, since you are together, how can you live without a home? Little saint, please give me a mortgage quota, and I will buy a mortgage for my step-sister. A residence.”
Zhao Ping took a look at Liang Shanqiu and found that he was indeed a nerd.
As a little saint, how can I not give you face?
"That's not necessary. For Shan Qiu's sake, I will give him a house for him to settle down." Zhao Ping glanced at Liang Shanqiu, shook his head, and then said to Ren Liqin and Wu Ji.
The two couldn't help but be overjoyed. Zhao Ping not only solved their livelihood, but also solved the problem of settling down.
Ren Liqin and Wu Ji looked at each other and kowtowed together: "Thank you, little saint, thank you brother."
"Wuxiang, what do you think?" After Zhao Ping had done all this, he still sought the young novice's opinion.
After all, the young novice monk did not come alone, he represented Yunding Temple.
Seeing this, Wu Xiang finally revealed a smile from his serious expression.
Wuxiang stepped forward and clasped his hands together: "Little Saint, Amitabha, Yunding Temple has no objection. Thank you Little Saint for the arrangement."
After thanking the little saint, he congratulated Wu Ji.
Liang Shanqiu was a little puzzled. Hasn't Wu Ji been expelled from Yunding Temple?
Since it has been removed from the list, it should have nothing to do with Yunding Temple, so why should Wuxiang still be grateful?
Could it be that the abbot arranged for him to come out just to think about how the little saint would arrange Wuji?
Wu Xiang didn't care what Liang Shanqiu thought about, clasped his hands and said goodbye, and left.
He did not stay in Jintang County this time, but returned directly to Yunding Temple.
"This Wuxiang, when he sees that everything is complete, he will naturally return to the temple." Zhonghua looked at Wuxiang's back, which was gradually disappearing, and let out a sigh.
Zhao Ping nodded and felt the same way: "It seems that although the abbot is an outsider, he is not a heartless person."
"Wuji was raised by him. Of course he has feelings. Now the abbot can rest assured." Liang Shanqiu, who was originally a bit dull, actually also uttered this sigh.
Zui Chunfeng Teahouse in Lingquan County.
While tea guest Zhang San was drinking tea, he asked Li Si next to him: "I heard that this new magistrate is the grand-nephew of the current Xianggong Xu."
"That's right, Xianggong Xu is the governor of the imperial court who participates in political affairs. It seems that he has a good background." Li Si nodded and answered while drinking tea.
Zhang San opened the lid of the tea, placed it on the table, closed his eyes and took a sip.
He opened his eyes at this time and suddenly sighed: "It is late autumn now, and the tea leaves are still fresh and tender. I wonder if I can still drink this tea in the future?"
At this point, he couldn't help but sigh, as if he would never be able to drink this kind of tea again.
"Why did Sanlang say that?" Li Si put down the teacup in his hand and looked at Zhang San in confusion.
Zhang San did not answer, but asked: "Think about it, why did Mr. Xu put his nephew in Lingquan County?"
"Does he like the sound of fat?" Li Si lowered his head, covered his mouth with his right hand, and asked Zhang San quietly.
Zhang San took another sip of tea and looked at him sideways: "What do you think?"
Li Si thought for a while and finally shook his head: "Lingquan County was killed by the barbarians until it was almost a hell on earth. It was the little saint who restored it to a paradise on earth. Can't we just let Xu Zhi County slaughter it?"
"Although the little saint is the chief registrar of the Chengdu Mansion and the deputy envoy of the Salt Department, he is just a petty official in front of the court. Does he dare to confront Xianggong Xu?" Zhang San also shook his head and dismissed Li Si's statement. .
"The mountain is high and the emperor is far away. This place is almost four or five thousand miles away from the capital." Li Si thought for a while and felt that Zhang San's idea was not that powerful. "What's more, there is Bachelor Yu standing behind the little saint."
"I also think you are thinking about the little saint, and I also hope that the little saint can win. But who is the opponent of the little saint? It is Mr. Xu, and Mr. Xie, the prime minister of the dynasty." At this point, Zhang San couldn't help but let out a heavy sound. sigh.
Li Si felt even more incredible: "How come the little saint's opponent is Mr. Xie?"
"Of course, I heard that the wife of Xu Zhi County is none other than the niece of Xie Xianggong." Zhang San put down the teacup, rolled up his hands, and said quietly to Li Si.
"The little saint is in trouble this time. I didn't expect that the two princes in the court would understand the little saint." Hearing this, Li Si stopped arguing and couldn't help but sigh.
Zhang San nodded and said in a very serious tone: "The little saint is wholeheartedly thinking about Lingquan County. Someone in the court saw that the little saint was too fat and wanted to kill him."
"It seems that our Lingquan County is the first to bear the brunt. I didn't expect that Lingquan County's good days will only last a few days, and it will have to live in hard times." Li Si put down the tea cup and no longer had the intention to drink tea.
Zhang San's tone also became serious. He looked at Zhang San and said, "You and I both work in the Zhaojiazhuang workshop and rely on the salary from the Zhaojiazhuang workshop. If Zhaojiazhuang's life is difficult, we will naturally have a difficult life."
Having said this, he stared at the Yamen bitterly.
"Is it wrong for the little saint to serve the people wholeheartedly?" Li Si glanced at Lin'an angrily, "I wonder what the court thinks?"
"The imperial court is poor, and they want to make a fortune from the little saint." Zhang San shook his head and continued according to his own reasoning, "The two princes of the imperial court saw that although the little saint did not have the power, but was richer than them, of course they did not want to Let this opportunity pass.”
"These princes in the court are too unkind. If it weren't for the Little Saint, Lingquan County and Chengdu would still be in the hands of the barbarians. Now that the Little Saint is rich, I want to take a big profit from the Little Saint. It's a pity for us common people. , I have just lived a good life, and the husband of the imperial court wants to come and make a big search again." When Li Si said this, he couldn't help but patted the Eight Immortals table, and the tea cup almost jumped out.
Zhang San hurriedly followed Li Si's hand and whispered: "Don't be excited, don't be excited, be careful that there are people from the government here. We don't want to come to drink tea now, we have to save the money bit by bit to avoid running out of money." .”
"Thank you for reminding me." Li Si nodded, bowed his hands, put down the tea cup, and no longer had any intention of drinking tea.
