Lu Jing finally got the gift list from Wen Xiaochuan.
According to Wen Xiaochuan, she originally planned to play a little game with Lu Jing about asking for a gift or me, but who is Lu Jing? Faced with this kind of two-choice question about giving points, he must choose to ask for them all. .
Especially when he saw the items on the gift list, his spirits were immediately shaken, and he immediately felt that the trip was worthwhile.
Not to mention anything else, the 200,000 taels of silver on it alone already showed sincerity.
You must know that the world is in turmoil now, and banditry everywhere is getting worse. The Wen family's business is definitely not as easy as before. Aunt Wen still spent a full two hundred thousand taels of silver to thank Lu Jing, which is basically the same as the previous one. The gift preparation was the same the next time, but the weight was much heavier than the last time.
Of course, Wen Xiaochuan also contributed to this. She knew exactly what Lu Jing needed. It was her active struggle that made Aunt Wen change her mind.
Otherwise, Lu Jing would probably have to take the magic elixir and sword and look for places to sell horses and wine all over the world.
It’s hard to say whether this number can be sold. The toss and troubles alone are enough to make Lu Jing drink.
Moreover, besides the 200,000 taels of silver, there were other things on the gift list. The first was the title deed of 1,700 acres of land. Although Lu Jing glanced at it, he saw that these more than 1,000 acres of land were not all farmland, but also included a building. The hill is included.
But there are about four or five acres of land that has been reclaimed at the foot of the mountain. If all this is rented, it can generate a considerable income every year.
Of course, this was a matter of peaceful times. According to Aunt Wen, that place should have been occupied by a group of green forest bandits.
In terms of strength, they are not very strong, but because they are far away from Wenjiazhuang and are not even within the scope of Huzhou, Aunt Wen is somewhat helpless against them.
In fact, it is not impossible to send the masters from the village to suppress the group of bandits, but the problem is that after the suppression, Aunt Wen cannot always send people to guard there.
There is no danger to defend that place. If there are too few people, it will be a loss to the bandits who follow. If there are too many people, the defense force of Wenjiazhuang will be weakened.
For four to five hundred acres of land, if someone steals my hometown again, it will be more loss than gain.
But otherwise, Aunt Wen might not be willing to give so much land to Lu Jing.
After reading the introduction about the land, Lu Jing felt happy. If he wanted to continue his ginseng business, he would definitely need a lot of land.
Although farming is not impossible in the academy, it is not obvious that Lu Jing is just making a small fuss now. If the scene really gets too big in the future, it will definitely alarm others.
Especially the Huang Prison. If they suspect him of damaging the environment of the academy and punish him severely, Lu Jing will have to turn into a migrant worker again, and the most important thing is that he will have to rack his brains to explain why he is like this. Obsessed with growing ginseng to save money.
The reason why Lu Jing was reluctant to go out to farm before was because he was worried that he would be seen casting spells and would not be able to explain it to Si Tianjian.
But if you can enclose your own land, of course you can plant whatever you want.
Moreover, the place is now occupied by bandits, and the former tenant farmers must be gone, so Lu Jing doesn't have to worry about how to deal with them.
As for the bandits on the mountain, Lu Jing was the least concerned about it. It would not be too easy for him to clear this low-level novice dungeon with a full-level account.
The wild monster Lu Jing that spawned later was not as troublesome as Aunt Wen, because he could still try to use formations to solve it.
After thinking for a while, Lu Jing felt that this area was still a bit busy, and he could go check it out when he had time.
In addition to money and land, Aunt Wen also gave Lu Jing an egg-sized luminous pearl and a guqin. However, Lu Jing didn't catch these two things very much, although they seemed to be quite valuable.
But he couldn't take out the gift from his future mother-in-law and exchange it for money. Besides, he didn't lack tens of thousands of taels of silver now. After going through this whole process, Lu Jing found that he had almost collected enough to repay Chi. of silver.
Now that there was still a lot of time before the death line that Chi had drawn for him, Lu Jing also breathed a sigh of relief.
Overall, he was quite satisfied with this harvest. Although the birthday banquet was interrupted by a murder and could not be completed, as far as Lu Jing was concerned, he had not lost much.
In addition to receiving a heavy gift and a potential concubine who seemed to be very capable of causing trouble, the most important thing was that she also unexpectedly obtained the whereabouts of the true solution to the Crazy One Hundred and Eight Rods.
After the Wen family lifted the restrictions on access to the village, Lu Jing found an excuse and ran to Fengxing County alone, where he found the Ganquan Temple that Yu Wenyu mentioned.
This temple is indeed not big. There is only one old monk, two big monks, six young monks, and three wild monks who are practicing here.
But speaking of being a wild monk, he looked more like a refugee fleeing for his life. He was probably desperate and couldn't find any way to support himself in the city, so he simply shaved his head and fled to Buddhism on the spot, coming to the temple. Let's eat together.
The abbot of Ganquan Temple, the old monk named Zhanzhi, did not reveal their identities either because he was too old or out of sympathy.
Just making mistakes, treating them as fellow disciples, and filling three sets of bowls and chopsticks. Unfortunately, the incense in the temple was mediocre, and the world was not good, so the dozen or so monks could barely feed themselves.
When Lu Jing entered the temple, the monks were discussing where to open more fields to grow vegetables to improve their food.
After Lu Jing casually donated ten taels of silver into the merit box, the monks' eyes suddenly lit up.
Later, a young monk went to the Zen room to invite Zhanzhi who was practicing Zen.
When the latter saw Lu Jing, he immediately clasped his hands and said, "I heard my little disciple Du Jing say that you, the donor, have an extraordinary appearance and a heart of wisdom. You should be someone who is destined to be my Buddha. I come here to meet you."
Lu Jing laughed when he heard this, "Why are you destined to be a Buddha? Master, you came here just for the sake of those ten taels of silver."
Zhanzhi's face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he said calmly, "When the monks in Ganquan Temple were worrying about that yellow and white thing, you, the donor, happened to appear, and you just waved your sleeves and solved our problem. Troubles, isn’t this a predestined relationship with Buddha? If you, the donor, wave your hand more often, my predestined relationship with Buddha will be even greater."
Lu Jing was a little dumbfounded when he heard what he said so straightforwardly. In addition, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. It seemed that there were indeed no experts in this small temple.
Then he had to rely on himself to find the true solution to the One Hundred and Eight Rods of the Crazy Demon, so Lu Jing stopped talking nonsense, "I was visiting the city today, and suddenly I had an idea. I wanted to find some scriptures to read. I wonder if your company Can you let me go in and take a look at the Sutra Pavilion? It’s easy to talk about the money.”
"No." Zhanzhi shook his head.
Seeing that Lu Jing seemed a little surprised, Zhanzhi explained, "It's not because I am stingy and won't let the donor in. It's mainly because the temple is too small and there is no scripture storage pavilion."
