Yongningfang, Pei Xingjian’s mansion.

Several years have passed since the last battle in the desert. Pei Xingjian, who has not been able to regain his chance these days, often dances with swords and guns in his mansion, flying up and down, making it very lively.

Martial arts are like playing the piano. If you don’t practice for a period of time, your skills will decline thousands of miles.

During the years when he was not in the military camp, Pei Xingjian did not dare to forget his job and practice martial arts in daily life, which was more serious than that of young people.

However, he has practiced more and more frequently recently, and he has also been mobilized by Pei's mansion, and they are all energetic.

A walnut was thrown into the air, and Pei Xingjian slashed it with his sword. The walnut was instantly cut in half and fell to the ground one after another.

Good accuracy!

Pei Xingjian was born as a noble young man and started practicing martial arts when he was young. He played with a pair of Tang swords and was full of vigor. He was invincible on the battlefield.

These days, from various channels, light and dark, he has already smelled the smell of gunpowder. If his prediction is correct, within half a year, the Tang Dynasty will start the war again.

At that time, he, a veteran who has not been on the battlefield for a long time, must seek opportunities. He is also sure that this time the saint will definitely reuse him.

After finishing the exercise, Pei Xingjian changed into dry clothes and rushed to the west market.

My good nephew, Ahon should go and see you...

At the Pei Family Store, Pei Fanxian, who hadn't seen the store for a long time, appeared in front of the counter.

Being a human being has some benefits. He has mastered the skills of bending and stretching very well. Lao Pei feels that he seems to be a little bit memorized recently.

Many ideas that were confident enough to succeed before have failed one after another. There are indeed reasons why he was not fully planned, but more importantly, his lack of luck recently.

Why did he have a smooth journey a few days ago?

That's because he sells goods at the counter every day, has many people in contact with and is very popular. But these days, he either stays in the palace or inspects the fields on slopes.

Even if there are red walls and green tiles in the palace, it is full of prosperity and luxury, but the place is even more yin.

How is the Daming Palace a newly built palace?

In the closed space, the luck is still not as strong as that in Fangli.

Pei Fanxian, who had been in decline for several days, cheered up and returned to his old business, entertained guests, and sold soap!

If he hadn't come out to do business today, he wouldn't have known that the business of Peijiadian would have been so popular!

I can earn at least 500 yuan a day. You should know that although soap is not cheap, it is definitely not a high-end luxury product.

Compared to the brothels and houses that are worth gold every day, it is absolutely unprecedented to have such a turnover in a small shop like him that sells single goods.

Tsk tsk...

It seems to be too hasty to open a store together. If Boss Zhang hadn't come to him and asked for cooperation on his own initiative, he should have waited and watched for a while and looked at the market.

Pei Fan first sent away a group of guests and looked at the endless crowds of people on the streets of Xishi. Whether it was the girls or young men, their faces were much whiter, and even their mental outlook was excited.

Maybe it's all his soap.

Alas!

Lao Pei has great merits!

He thought of Tang Xuanzang, the monk Tang who traveled thousands of miles to usher in the true scriptures. With faith in his long journey, he could bear it no matter how hard or tired he was.

This may be what Buddhism calls doing good deeds!

Unfortunately, he traveled a little late, so he had already left, otherwise he might have gone to Ci'en Temple to discuss with him which little fairy impressed him the most.

"Xiaolang, there is a donation ceremony in Ci'en Temple today. I see, let's send the money today." Xiao Liu sorted out the payment for the goods and put it in a cloth bag.

The cloth bag was full of scriptures, which were specially prayed for Li Zhiwu Meiniang.

Giving money?

This word feels very far away and I have never heard of it since I arrived in the Tang Dynasty.

When he saw his dementia expression, Xiao Liu knew that he had forgotten about this matter long ago.

"Xiaolang, you forgot that we will go to Ci'en Temple regularly to pray for the Saints."

"The last time the Saint Empress arrived, Xiaolang personally promised that now, the business in our store is so good, and it is all thanks to the Saint Empress."

"Many people come to buy soap to pray for the two of you, so we must continue to do this."

Pei Fan couldn't laugh anymore.

Money!

It's all my money!

They all flew to Ci'en Temple, which was not good for relatives or relatives!

"Wait a minute, you said this matter should be done. Have you sent money to Ci'en Temple several times?"

Thinking of this possibility, Pei Fanxian's heart hurt even more and his lips were trembling.

Xiao Liu said in pain: "Yes!"

“I’ve sent it twice in total.”

"Xiaolang, I have no choice. This is what the Empress of the Heavenly Queen said, and I cannot ignore it."

What Wu Meiniang told?

Why is there a chance for her to play here?

"What the hell is going on?"

"So Xiaolang doesn't know, no wonder he hasn't responded for so many days." Xiao Liu put down his purse and said in a leisurely manner.

Speaking of this, it's a long time.

Pei Fan was so happy that he bragged for a while, and all his daily operating income was ruined. Wu Meiniang was merciless, and a team of guards drove a carriage and sent strings of copper coins to Ci'en Temple.

Unlike other temples, Ci'en Temple is equivalent to a royal temple of the Tang Dynasty. The ground was broken at that time when Li Zhi was still the prince.

In order to pray for his biological mother, Empress Changsun, who was gentle and virtuous, to the world, Li Zhi invested in the construction of Dacien Temple.

After that, Ci'en Temple became an official temple for the Tang Dynasty royal family to worship and pray for blessings.

Therefore, if you want to pray for the emperor and the empress, you can't even choose another family.

Pei Fan thought it well, and thought Wu Meiniang was just plundering him some money and giving him a warning. Unexpectedly, Awu always focused on sustainable development.

Since you want to pray for blessings, you cannot do superficial work, you must not stop.

Wu Meiniang sent someone over early in the morning to inform Xiaoliu that she would go to Ci'en Temple to send money and pray for blessings every once in a while, so she must not forget it.

Alas!

The old woman, the female devil, is indeed ruthless!

Pei Fanxian never expected that she could even kill a shot. When he was not paying attention, he would send Xiao Liu to the point of being unable to do so and had no idea about it to send her money.

This move is so vicious!

"The Empress asked you to send money, why didn't you tell me?"

Xiao Liu completely collapsed.

"It's not that I won't say it, but that's really the Empress who doesn't let me tell you!"

Pei Fanxian was furious, his eyes glowed green, and Xiao Liu was so scared that his legs trembled.

"I'm talking now. Xiaolang spares me for ten thousand yuan, and I have no choice." Xiao Liu begged hard, and the money he gave was already in the pocket of the bald monk who knocked on the wooden fish and was unable to make up for the situation.

Pei Fan waved his hand first and asked Xiaoliu to go back to the back house. He devoted himself to work and worked hard to make up for the losses.

As for the gate of Ci'en Temple, of course he should knock on it.
Chapter completed!