Laiyuanyi is located near East Street. Strictly speaking, it should belong to the boundary of West Street. There are many Huawai people gathering here, and the Qingyuan people prefer to call these visitors from the horizon Huawai Fan people. The shapes of the houses on West Street are all kinds of strange. In ancient times, our country liked to build houses with civil structures. The houses had eaves and edges. Other ethnic groups did not pay so much attention to it. They did not have Feng Shui metaphysics. How to build a house as comfortable as possible? Comfortable.
When you walk on the streets, you can see people of all colors and strange costumes everywhere. It is no longer surprising that Qingyuan is strange. On the west side of the city, there are not many people from the Song Dynasty, so these outsiders and ethnic minorities have become gathering place.
At the door of Laiyuanyi, there happened to be several Arabs with white headscarves on their heads discussing something in a low voice. Liang Chuan leaned forward with a thick face and waited until they had almost finished talking, then raised his head and said: "Long live Allah! "
This sudden sentence caused the three white scarves to immediately echo: "Long live Allah!"
This sentence is more cordial than any brother. The three white turbans immediately looked at Liang Chuan in awe. They saw Liang Chuan in Hanfu, with yellow skin and black hair, which was a typical Han family. This was greatly beyond their expectations. .
"Are you also a believer in Allah?" The three people looked at Liang Chuan with doubtful expressions. In this land in the east, there are either Buddhists or Taoists. Except for the ethnic groups in the northwest, very few people believe in Allah, especially on the southeastern coast. Propagating God's message is as difficult as reaching heaven.
Liang Chuan just smiled and asked incredulously: "Do you know a Western businessman named Hussein who dresses like you?"
The three people looked at Liang Chuan with suspicion and asked: "Hussein has never liked to deal with you Easterners. He is a fanatical believer in Allah. What do you do? How do you know Hussein?" The three main people asked. I still saw Liang Chuan dressed like a farmer. Merchants were ranked last in the Song Dynasty, but the status of Western businessmen was not low. According to their vision, they naturally looked down on Liang Chuan who dressed as a farmer. In the eyes of these white turbans, Eastern people have a kind of cunning like small farmers. Even the most honest farmers' dark eyes seem to be spinning around, always calculating some purpose.
Hussein is not an ordinary businessman. He has extremely high vision. How could he easily deal with this farmer? He is probably just a little liar!
"I'm a farmer from a small county not far away. I made a deal with Hussein before, and now I'm here to collect my debt!"
Liang Chuan's words made several outsiders even more suspicious.
Hussein didn't like to deal with Han people. When there was business, he seldom did it himself. He often left it to others and quietly made money. However, he was a well-known figure among these Western businessmen. They had only heard about money owed to Hussein by others. When had they heard about money owed by Hussein to others?
When they came to do business in the East, their seniors told them that no matter whether they can make money here, the first thing to do is to be careful of the scammers in the East. There are many people here who will cheat people. Those who cheat a little will forget about losing money, and those who cheat hard will be fine. If you sell it, you still have to count the money! Isn't this Eastern liar in front of me the kind of Eastern liar that our predecessors said?
"We don't know, go and ask somewhere else!" Qianglong doesn't overpower the local snake, and talking too much will cause trouble. The best way is to just leave without paying attention to anything, so that nothing will happen.
In their opinion, although they don't like Hussein, Hussein is one of their own after all, and they must always be consistent in dealing with the outside world even in difficult times.
Liang Chuan also didn't expect that he was talking so well just a second ago, so why did he fall out so quickly? Bi Zhaosheng was also puzzled by what he saw from behind. Barbarians are barbarians. They don't show any etiquette at all. How can they leave before they finish talking?
The two of them had no choice but to circle around Laiyuanyi a few more times. These outsiders all knew Hussein, but no one was willing to tell them about Hussein's whereabouts. They deliberately avoided Liang Chuan as if they had made an appointment. , where to go to hide from debts.
The two of them had no choice but to buy some wine and meat and go home first. When the two arrived home, Zhaodi had already asked him to put up a plaque. The plaque was simply made of wooden boards, with the word Wanda written on it in black paint. Liang Chuan didn't even think about holding an opening ceremony for the main store. It has been opened a long time ago. This is a branch. Although it will be a big business in the future, it is still a branch after all.
Bi Zhaosheng looked at the word "Wanda" and thought that the name had a pretty good meaning. Most people sold products such as potion and dog-skin plaster, which were clearly written on the signboard. Neighbors could easily choose what they wanted to buy in the store. Bi Zhaosheng felt that Liang Chuan's approach was quite undesirable. Looking at Liang Chuan, he felt that this person was really not good at business.
After Zhaodi hung up the sign, he came over and asked Liang Chuan: "Boss, our old Xinghua store used to have a few pairs, but now only one pair has been revealed, and there are still two pairs left. Do you want to Let’s also hang a third pair in this branch?”
Liang Chuan thought for a while and said, "Then hang up, but we promised a reward of five hundred coins. There are countless talents in Qingyuan County, and Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon may be exposed soon!"
Zhaodi curled his lips and said, "I don't think so. Everyone here is focused on money. You can't even see the academy. It's not as strong as the academic style of Tsinghua Academy in Helu. Where are there any scholars?"
"Qingyuan is full of talents. Doing business sometimes requires more brains than studying. Don't just see what's in front of you. Studying also requires money. Only when the family is rich can we provide better conditions for our children. In such an environment, sometimes we can better cultivate children. Excellent children, and there are not a few talented people in the history of Quanzhou Prefecture. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. With such a foundation, are you afraid that you won't be able to produce talented people?"
"Then I'll go play couplets tomorrow."
Bi Zhaosheng and Liang Chuan wandered around for a day and went back to the store to see the situation. Liang Chuan asked Shen Yuzhen to go to the kitchen to light up the fire and cook. For a while, the whole store was empty again and there was nothing to do, so he walked out and wandered in the alley.
On the left is the Bi family's printing shop. The smell of ink is everywhere, and there are many stains on the ground. There is really nothing to see. However, the door on the right is ajar every day, and no one knows who lives inside. Liang Chuan moved closer on a whim. Before his eyes could see the scene in the room, a strange fragrance wafted to his nose.
The smell drifted slowly from the crack in the door and went straight into Liang Chuan's nostrils. Liang Chuan had been away for a day. He was waiting for Shen Yuzhen to cook in the shop until his stomach was empty. Then he went out for a walk to distract himself from the protests in his stomach. Who knew that when he smelled this fragrance, his saliva almost flowed to his feet.
Liang Chuan took one step and took two strong breaths of the fragrance. After two more breaths, he felt relaxed and happy. Unknowingly, following the scent, he gently opened the door and walked into the house with the ajar door to the right of his shop.
Behind the gate was a long corridor with green grass everywhere. Several stone lampstands made of granite stood on the right side of the road. A huge stone basalt carried a stone tablet. Liang Chuan read the words on it for a long time but could not understand it. A long and quiet corridor, Liang Chuan followed the scent and walked deeper and deeper unknowingly.
At the end of the corridor, it turned straight and turned at a right angle, and then there was another door, but this door was still not closed. Liang Chuan crossed the threshold and walked around the door. There was a huge world inside! There are two square life-release ponds in the yard. There are seven stone pagodas and stone scripture buildings beside the pond. There is a main hall directly in front. On the main hall are written the four characters of Mahavira Palace. This is actually a temple!
Although this hall is extremely majestic, it is pitch black inside and does not even have basic incense. It is unlike other temples that are resplendent and magnificent and have constant incense. The main hall has been in disrepair for a long time, and many tiles on the roof have fallen off. The square in front of the main hall is overgrown with weeds, and it has long lost its grandeur when it was first built.
Liang Chuan lowered his head and looked again. There was a stove fire rising at the base of the temple wall. It was built with green bricks and stuffed with pine branches and firewood. A dark iron pot was propped on top. The pot was filled with gurgling soup. Bubbly, the soup is rich and fragrant, and the delicious aroma comes from this pot.
Liang Chuan picked up an iron spoon on the side and looked at the delicious pot of fragrant soup. There was no one else watching. He was worried that the pot of broth would be burnt, so he was busy in circles like a thunder feng. Once stirred, the whole pot of soup becomes even more fragrant.
At this time, a middle-aged monk wearing ragged robes came towards the broth from the back of the hall with a large bundle of firewood in his arms. He was preparing to make a beautiful sacrifice to the five internal organs temple. Who in the temple didn't know when to start? Here comes a wild boy, who has already arrived first, holding an iron spoon and simmering it in the pot!
The monk was so anxious that his temples were bulging, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. He threw the firewood in his arms on the ground, picked up the thickest tree trunk, and was so angry that his mouth was twisted: "Where did you come from? How dare you! Come to Buddha’s territory to grab food!”
Liang Chuan carefully stirred the hot soup in the pot, but he didn't notice the monk. When he heard the yelling, he turned around and saw a monk rushing over with murderous intent. He hurriedly put up a spoon and stood between the two people: "What are you doing, monk?" ? A monk with six pure roots, how can he shout about beating and killing?"
The monk's eyes widened with anger, he pointed at the pot of soup and shouted: "I have carefully cooked this soup for a long time, but you came to pick it up ready-made. Even if the Buddha comes to help you today, it will be useless. I will fight with you!"
"What?" Liang Chuan didn't react. "This is not a pot of broth. How dare you eat meat secretly, bald!"
"So what if you eat meat? The Buddha's wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has kept it in his heart. Eat some meat to strengthen your body so that you can better serve the Buddha. You know nothing, put down the spoon for the Buddha. Where did it come from? Come back to me, otherwise Hum!"
Liang Chuan laughed when he heard this. He turned out to be a fair-weather monk: "Master, I have moved to your neighbor. From now on we will be neighbors. You serve the Buddha, and I will always be with him. Look, do you want me to take a sip of this soup?" "
