The monk came back quickly.
"Donor, there are always people offering silver coins in your house." He clasped his hands and said to Aunt Han.
"How much silver did it usually cost in previous years?"
"Ten taels." The monk said, this is already a lot. It is only how much an ordinary family can eat in a year. It is considered good for a wealthy family to offer an offering of ten taels of silver every year.
Usually when you come to worship Buddha, you offer more incense and money.
Aunt Han nodded: "Thank you, Master. Our family wishes that ten taels is too little. We should offer an additional ten taels, and we should offer this amount every year."
"This is a home where good deeds have been accumulated, so we will be blessed with lasting blessings." The monk bowed his head and saluted.
Doubling the original amount is naturally a joyful thing.
"From now on, we will deliver this offering directly to the temple and no longer entrust it to others." Aunt Han continued.
"The young monk looked at it and found that it was indeed sent by someone else. Now I might as well send it myself." The monk said with a smile.
"Master, can I ask you something?" After talking about the offering, Aunt Han hesitated for a moment before saying.
"Donor, please tell me."
The number of offerings doubled, and the monks in the temple were also very satisfied.
"Can you write a voucher here and take it back to me? The old lady in the mansion is in charge of affairs now. Some things are not decided by my servant alone." Aunt Han said.
The monks understood this. In fact, many aristocratic families did this. They sent offerings to the temple. They were afraid that the servants would violate the agreement, so they asked the temple to give a repayment note to express that they had received the silver.
Only those given directly by the master do not need a voucher.
"What do you want from the donor?" The monk is a monk who knows how to be a guest. He often interacts with aristocratic families. He understood the meaning of Aunt Han's words and asked in more detail.
"Yes, it's the last year's offering. Just write down what the last year's offering was. From this time last year, we will also change the year's offering from this month."
Nanny Han demanded.
"Okay, almsgiver, wait a moment." The monk responded, turned and left.
Aunt Han took out the towel she had prepared and carefully wiped the everlasting lamp again. Although there were monks in the temple who specialized in cleaning, they were not as careful as Aunt Han who only cleaned one everlasting lamp.
When the monk came back, he saw the scene in front of him and became more and more convinced that Aunt Han was a servant of the Jiang Mansion. He took out a piece of paper and wrote on it the twelve taels that Fahua Temple received from the Jiang Mansion last year. Money has fallen over time, from this time last year to this time today.
Exactly one year!
After reading it, Aunt Han put it in her sleeve: "Thank you, Master. The old lady in our mansion will come over next time with her family members, and she will personally deliver the silver coins as a gift."
The monk nodded.
"Master, our previous offerings were delivered with the help of Gu Gu Gu..." Aunt Han has basically determined this matter now, and it seems very straightforward to say it again.
"That's what happened."
"They have helped us deliver them for a few years. This time our family delivered them ourselves. I feel a little sorry for Aunt Han. But now it is our old lady who makes the decision, not Aunt Gu anymore." Aunt Han He said quite guiltily.
"It was originally her responsibility, how could she be the one who felt sorry for the benefactor's house." The monk said, this matter is exactly the same for Fahua Temple.
He knew Aunt Han Gua. She would come to the temple in the past, but she usually went to the nuns' place in the back temple. After all, she was a woman.
There is a wall between the front temple and the back temple, and there is a separate small door for entry and exit. Monks will not go to the back temple unless there is something wrong.
On the other hand, the female nuns from the back temple would appear in the front temple from time to time to help entertain the female relatives of the aristocratic families.
Aunt Han sometimes helps to receive the female relatives, and nominally she is also a lay disciple of Fahua Temple.
"I'm just afraid that Aunt Han Gua will be unhappy." Aunt Han sighed.
Seeing Aunt Han's scruples, the monk thought for a moment and said, "Young monk, you can talk to Master Jing'an about this."
The identity of Han Guagu is known to the monks. She is a disciple under the name of Master Jing'an. But now she is not in the temple. If she has something to say, she has to talk to Master Jing'an.
"Can I introduce Master Jing'an?" Mother Han suggested.
The monk hesitated for a moment: "The young monk doesn't know about this either. I have to ask Master Jing'an."
Master Jing'an was very virtuous and highly respected, and he generally did not see guests, nor could he, a monk who knew guests, be able to control him.
"Please give me an introduction, Master," said Aunt Han.
The monk had no choice but to go back again. This time after a longer interval, he asked a nun in the front temple to pass the message. When the message came, she was gone.
Zuo Xiangfu is powerful, but Grandma Han is just a mother-in-law.
"Master Jing'an is practicing meditation, so it's really inconvenient." The monk said politely.
Aunt Han was not surprised. She said a few more polite words and then went back with the note. It was this note that she came here for...
One month is twenty taels, and one year is two hundred and forty taels. Such a large amount of money ends up in Fahua Temple, which is only twelve taels a year. There is a big problem here!
I originally wanted to find out what Master Jing'an had to say, but now that I can't see him, there's nothing I can do!
Jiang Xuncheng was stopped by Marquis Xizhang in the palace.
"I have met the Marquis of Xizhang." Jiang Xuncheng bowed his hands and bowed. He came out of the imperial study and was about to leave the palace to do some work.
"Prime Minister Zuo, is it possible to take a step to speak?" Marquis Xizhang shook his fat body and pointed to the pavilion on one side with his fingers as thick as carrot sticks.
The pavilion leaning against the rockery is a good place to talk.
The place is also quiet.
Jiang Xuncheng didn't think the idle Marquis Xizhang had anything to say to him. He glanced at him and nodded politely: "Marquis Xizhang, please!"
The two of them went over together and sat down on the stone bench in the middle of the pavilion.
"Prime Minister Zuo, I heard that something happened during the spring banquet at your house?" Marquis Xizhang said with a smile and got straight to the point.
Jiang Xuncheng didn't think this matter had anything to do with the Marquis of Xizhang in front of him, and he didn't intend to say more about it. After a pause, he said, "The Sixth Prince has something to do at home."
Mention only the key things.
"I also said that the second girl in the house saved the sixth prince?" Marquis Xizhang asked again.
"There is such a thing!" Jiang Xuncheng could not figure out more and more what this matter had to do with Marquis Xizhang. He glanced at Marquis Xizhang silently before saying in a low voice.
"I heard that the second girl in my house is both talented and beautiful. She is a rare beauty." Marquis Xizhang laughed.
Jiang Xuncheng's face darkened. Not to mention his daughter, the words of Marquis Xizhang in front of him made people very uncomfortable. Especially this man had a very bad reputation. He was the most lecherous and would show his beauty to the palace from time to time. woman, this made him very uncomfortable.
Like Xizhanghou, there is nothing good if a woman gets involved!
"Marquis Xizhang, what do you mean?" Jiang Xuncheng's smile faded and he looked at Marquis Xizhang who was extremely unhappy.
