MTL - I Was an Abbot in Ancient Times-Chapter 45 Old Beggar & One Hundred Mu Temple Field

Buer is not tired because when Roasted Sweet Potato found him, Lin Zhao was thinking about the shower system until his head exploded. He left Master Changmei who was instilled in him with a lot of theories and also had a headache and frowning, and couldn't wait to sneak out. .

I always feel that if I continue to stay in the workshop, I will become a fool. I should come out first to get some air, maybe I will have an idea.

Bu Er Bu Tii said that the old beggar stole the roasted sweet potatoes, but Lin Zhao didn't directly confirm this. He went to the backyard kitchen and asked Shantong if he had seen the old beggar in the back yard before.

Unexpectedly, Shantong replied, "Well, I also made him a big bowl of noodles with scallion oil."

"Then did you see him eating the roasted sweet potatoes on the table?"

"No, he just ate noodles on the table, no baked sweet potatoes."

Buerbuti heard the words, looked at each other, and knew that the wrong person might be wronged.

"You two don't jump to conclusions without verification in the future, especially this kind of thing that concerns other people's reputation, you know?"

"understood…"

"Apologize to the old beggar with me first, and then go to the Daxiong Palace to recite Buddhist scriptures with Buxing. You two impetuous tempers should calm down." The two young monks followed him listlessly.

The old beggar was lying on the pile of straw in the dilapidated tile-roofed house, waving his hands to the two young monks who apologized to him, expressing his indifference, and immediately ran away as if he had been pardoned.

"Why did you choose to live in such a poor way?" Lin Zhao sat down on a straw that looked clean next to him.

This old beggar looked crazy and very unscrupulous, but Lin Zhao saw the light in his eyes and felt that he was not a simple person, but a person with a story.

Lin Zhao is very curious about what made him choose such a life that is not bound by the world and does not care about the eyes of the world.

"Monk, all the people in the world are bustling around for profit. They compete for food like birds to satisfy their own selfish desires. What do they get in the end?"

"It's better to throw it away, free and easy!"

He kept asking and answering questions, but Lin Zhao couldn't understand his state of mind. "It is said that the granaries know the etiquette with their feet, but the poor monks don't think so."

"Oh? Let's hear it." The old beggar changed his position after hearing this, and lay down a little better.

"After ensuring that the warehouses are full, it's just a slightly more decent way to fight. The things to fight for have changed from food and clothing to fame and fortune.

In fact, human society is not much different from virgin forests. When resources are abundant and evenly distributed, it is the most harmonious time to get along with each other.

When resources are unevenly distributed and preempted, resulting in fewer or no people, the struggle will be fierce. This has nothing to do with the popularity of civilized etiquette, it is human nature. "

"People with scarce resources will be happier if they don't know how much resources the forest has, and how many other people have.

But once you learn about it, you become crazy. If you can see it away, you can live a relatively happy life; if you can't see it away and can't fight for it, then you will live a miserable life. "

"Another way to put it in a more comforting way is that everyone is looking for a better life."

The old beggar was stunned for a long time after hearing this, and finally laughed wildly, "You monk! You monk! Interesting, interesting..." At the end of the laugh, his voice became a little sad.

"Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but fame cannot be forgotten.

Where are the ancient and modern generals? A pile of grass in the barren mound is gone.

Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, only gold and silver can't forget.

In the end, I only hate that there are not many gatherings, and when there is a long time, my eyes are closed.

Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, only the wife can never forget.

On your birthday, you express your kindness, and on your death, you go with others.

Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, only children and grandchildren will never forget them.

There have been many infatuated parents since ancient times, who has seen filial children and grandchildren? "①

When Lin Zhao got up to leave, the old beggar sang hoarsely.

"Unification under heaven is nothing but a dream."

A few days after this conversation, I met the old beggar Lin Zhao and found that he was completely new.

The dust and dirt on his body were all washed away, his hair was neatly tied up, and he changed his clothes, revealing his original facial features.

"I'm here to say goodbye. Thank you for taking care of me for more than half a month. The conversation that day made me suddenly enlightened and untie the knots in my heart for many years. This time I want to go to Kyoto to seek a career to fulfill my lifelong goal. Aspirations, let’s say goodbye here, and hope to see you again someday.”

Lin Zhao also felt a lot of emotion in his heart. After thinking for a while, he wrote a letter and handed it to him. "The poor monk doesn't meet many people in the capital. If you have nowhere to call, you can bring this letter to the curator of the Chongwen Museum. He must be very happy to see you."

The old beggar didn't refuse, turned around and stepped on the bluestone steps, and gradually disappeared.

Lin Zhao stopped to watch him leave, and was called back to his senses by the excited Master Changmei who ran over.

"It's done! It's done!"

Lin Zhao was overjoyed when he heard the words, and hurriedly strode to the back.

When I came to the entrance of the bathhouse, I saw more than 30 people gathered together. They all heard that the shower system in the bathhouse was built, and they came to watch what happened.

Seeing the abbot coming, everyone get out of the way.

Arriving inside the spacious bathhouse, with the ceiling entangled with pipelines above his head, Lin Zhao walked to a water outlet and tried to open it.

"Clatter!"

The water gushed out instantly, and there was an uproar from behind.

Long Mei proudly twitched the eyebrows hanging down his face, "The fire in the boiler room hasn't started yet, so it's cold water, so we need to save some firewood. I need these boys to chop more firewood and come back later!"

In the last sentence, he deliberately teased the boys. Master Changmei rarely did such a thing, so it can be seen that he was very happy.

"We are not afraid of chopping wood!"

"that is!"

"That's right!" The boys responded one after another, refusing to admit defeat.

Lin Zhao smiled, why is this more lively than when the Garan Hall was built? It seems that everyone has been struggling with the problem of bathing for a long time.

In the afternoon, there was no room for footsteps on the side of the fire, and the surrounding area was filled with firewood. Everyone stared at him, wanting to quickly experience the feeling of hot water being automatically poured from the top of their heads.

As soon as the boiler room started working, the 30 vacant seats in the bathhouse were filled up in an instant. Not long after, there were calls of various surprises, and it was very lively.

Soon the residents and students who stayed overnight also knew about it, and they all wanted to spend money to experience it. In this era, hot water is also a resource.

Within a few days, the shower bathhouse, which was used to save time and manpower, unknowingly became a public bathhouse for a fee.

"Is it really okay for Brother Yucheng to be so strong?"

"No problem! Don't worry, be more comfortable."

"But it's all red."

Under a shower, a man leaned his hands on the wall and hunched his back, while another man stood behind him and went up and down.

"It's fun to rub out the mud!" Brother Yu Cheng said with his back bent.

"That's true, it's your turn." The man behind him put the towel on his shoulders and turned his back.

His hands were sore from the bath, and he no longer felt tired copying books.

Others are familiar with such a scene. At the beginning, everyone was a bit reserved and reserved, and after a few more washes, they let go of everything.

Soon the owner of the bathhouse in the county came to hear the news and asked Lin Zhao to let him observe and learn.

Lin Zhao not only let him observe and learn, but also directly offered a series of additional service plans such as construction methods and back rubbing massage, which attracted the heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney of the bathhouse owner to move around.

It just so happens that the bathhouse he opened is a family business. Not only does it have a branch in Fucheng, but it has footprints everywhere the clansmen go, otherwise it would be impossible for other people to eat it.

The owner of the bathhouse quickly wrote a letter to the patriarch, and the patriarchs also felt that this was a huge opportunity to break through the development bottleneck of the bathhouse, making it cleaner, more hygienic and more convenient.

This shower system and additional services are applied in various branches of the company, which will definitely win the title of the best bathhouse in the world.

So without hesitation, someone sent 10,000 taels of silver to let him buy the construction method of the shower system and the specific implementation plan of additional services.

In this way, Lin Zhao won 10,000 taels of silver and avoided the danger of his temple being labeled as a "good bathhouse".

With the ten thousand taels of silver, Lin Zhao took out one thousand taels to buy a hundred acres of land at the foot of the mountain, and he planned to keep the remaining nine thousand taels for later construction of the temple.

On the day the transfer procedures were completed, the system went online again.

【叮咚—】

[Congratulations on your achievement, owning one hundred acres of temple land.

Obtain reward high-yielding rice seed pack x1. (with cultivation and fertilization techniques)]

Rice! Lin Zhao's eyes lit up, he missed rice. Because of the low yield per mu, difficult cultivation, and weak ability to resist drought and disaster, the price of rice here is very high. Even though he is the abbot of a temple, he dare not let go of his meal.

The high-yield rice seeds rewarded by the system are taken out in a sack, weighing about 30 catties. It takes about 3 catties of rice seeds to plant one mu of rice, and this sack can grow ten mu of land.

Lin Zhao hired 20 part-time workers from surrounding villages to help reclaim the 100 mu of land, and selected 10 mu of land closer to the river as a paddy field. In the future, if the scale of rice planting expands, digging ditches should be considered.

There are only 30 catties of rice seed, and Lin Zhao dare not waste it. For the first trial planting, he decided to plant only one acre, and if he succeeded, he would then sow all the rice seeds.

Terada does not need to pay land tax, which means that all the output of this field belongs to Lin Zhao. One hundred mu of land is enough to feed a temple with more than thirty people.

Twenty acres of land were set aside for 100 acres of land, and the remaining 80 acres of land were planted with peanuts, potatoes, and sweet potatoes.

Of the 20 mu of land set aside, 10 mu will be prepared for rice seedlings and another 10 mu for rice transplanting.

The first step in planting rice is to cultivate seedlings.

Before sowing, the soil must be turned over again. Lin Zhao and the neighbors rented buffaloes to do it again.

Then I found someone who was husking rice and asked for some rice husks.

Although the rice varieties here have low yields, they are still planted by some people.

The whole land is sowing.

Sow rice seeds directly in the seedling field, and then sprinkle a layer of rice husk ash on the soil.

Lin Zhao never expected that it would be so easy to cultivate seedlings.

He was cultivating seedlings with the old farmer in the field. When he straightened up and stretched his waist, he saw more than two dozen young bald men in the temple coming and going on the field ridges and mountain roads. Their energetic appearance made the farm laborers laugh. .

Back then, the twenty or so refugee orphans had chosen to be ordained on their own initiative.

Every morning at dawn, they got up and followed Huitong to play a punch, and then ran down the mountain in a neat line to do farm work, such as fetching water from the river, fertilizing and weeding a hundred acres of land, and so on.

After that, they ran up the mountain to do morning classes and cleaned the courtyard and Buddhist temples, so they were busy and enriched.

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