The young man in white stood on the platform, looking at the situation in front of him, with a disdain on his face, glanced at Fan Shaoyou sideways and sneered.

Everyone in the audience held an umbrella in their hands, standing in silence.

Fan Shaoyou walked lightly to Miaocong, folded his hands together, bent down and bowed, gave a deep bow, and said loudly: "Everyone is sincere, I respectfully ask the master to preach and pray for the rain!"

Miaocong opened his eyes slightly, stared at Fan Shaoyou, and his eyes were hesitant.

Fan Shaoyou smiled slightly, his eyes firmly, and he nodded slowly.

Miaocong's eyes lit up, his face showed a smile, and he nodded slightly.

Fan Shaoyou turned around and looked at the young man in white, smiled faintly, and made a gesture to ask you to step down. The young man in white snorted coldly and jumped off the stage.

Fan Shaoyou walked off the stage slowly.

Miaocong started speaking loudly, and the audience was quiet and silent.

Fan Shaoyou slowly walked towards the umbrella sale, and Xiao Lian quickly came up to him. She was still wearing yesterday's servant clothes, with a worried look on her face and whispered: "Young Master!" She opened her mouth, and wanted to speak but stopped.

Fan Shaoyou looked at her face and knew that she was worried about asking for rain. She smiled and whispered: "Don't worry."

Xiao Lian's eyes lit up, she smiled and nodded, and said in a low voice: "Young Master, the eldest lady is here too!"

Fan Shaoyou turned his head and saw Fan Xinying standing beside the stage, wearing plain clothes, holding an umbrella in his hand, smiling at him. A little maid followed behind him, holding an umbrella in his hand.

Fan Shaoyou walked over quickly and said with a smile: "Sister, are you here too?"

Fan Xinying smiled with a smile: "What does it mean? My brother has opened such a big temple. My sister is naturally here to support me."

Fan Shaoyou laughed and said, "Thank you sister. Are you worried about your father and sent you to watch the enemy and surround me? You are not here to support the situation, but to suppress the situation."

Fan Xinying smiled and said, "You are usually smart and have many things to do, but today I am wrong. I am here to support the show, and there are other people who are suppressing the show." After that, he said noon.

Fan Shaoyou glanced at him and saw Fan Shaoyou and Ming Bo standing next to the crowd, holding an umbrella in their hands, looking towards him, but they were far away and could not see the expression on their faces.

Fan Shaoyou smiled and said, "Sister, listen carefully to the monk's words, I'll do something." After that, he turned around and walked quickly to the umbrella pile.

A San rushed forward excitedly and said with a smile: "Young Master, we are rich..."

Fan Shaoyou coughed and glared at Ah San.

A San woke up suddenly and whispered: "Young Master, nearly 100,000 umbrellas have been sold for more than half, and there is still all this left. The money is here." After that, he pointed behind him.

Fan Shaoyou looked at it and saw a row of more than a dozen large pockets in front of him, bulging. A Si and a few servants stood aside, each of whom was very excited and could not control his excitement.

Fan Shaoyou smiled, looked calm, and turned to Xiao Lian and said, "Go and come to Uncle Ming. I have something to do." Xiao Lian agreed and walked quickly.

Fan Shaoyou turned around and stared at A San A Si and others, and smiled and said, "I did a good job. After returning home, everyone will receive a lot of rewards."

A San and Si were overjoyed and said in unison: "Thank you, Young Master."

As he was speaking, Ming Bo and Xiao Lian walked over quickly. Fan Shaoyou took him to the side without waiting for Ming Bo to speak, and whispered: "Ming Bo, the big thing has been done. I'm sorry, you can bring people to transport all the silver and the remaining umbrellas down the mountain. By the way, there is still a way to leave 10,000 taels of silver, and I still have the use of it."

Ming Bo nodded, looked at Fan Shaoyou, and said in a deep voice: "Young Master, you..."

Fan Shaoyou smiled slightly and whispered: "Brother Ming, don't worry, you will be foolproof, and it will come true in the afternoon."

Bo Ming sighed and smiled, "I'll feel relieved by this master and me!"

Fan Shaoyou smiled and said, "Brother Ming, tell my father, please relax. You should take people away now. It will rain later, and it will be difficult for us to go down the mountain. But our staff seems to be a little insufficient..."

Ming Bo nodded and smiled, "Don't worry, young master, I'm prepared for it, look." After that, he coughed gently. More than a dozen people rushed out of the crowd, holding umbrellas, full of energy, and were all slaves of our mansion.

Fan Shaoyou smiled and said, "Ging is still so spicy, I admire it." He turned around and walked quickly to the monks below the stage, and said a few words to an old monk. The old monk was stunned, and then looked full of joy. He nodded and led a dozen monks to quickly follow Fan Shaoyou.

Fan Shaoyou pointed to a few big pockets, the old monk put his hands together and said, "Good, good, Amitabha!" He was overjoyed and his voice trembled.

Fan Shaoyou smiled slightly and said lightly: "Master, please!"

The old monk said in a deep voice: "Thank you, donor!" With a wave of his hand, the monks behind him walked forward together, carrying the bags of silver to the temple, each of them was full of energy. Although they were carrying heavy objects, they still walked lightly.

A San looked reluctant and said, "Young Master, why do we have to make money we have earned for free?"

A Si curled his lips and said, "That's right! All the monks who are greedy for money and profit!"

Bo Ming was directing the servants to carry things and shouted in a low voice: "As San and Si, don't be rude! Work quickly, don't mislead things!"

A San and Si didn't dare to say anything again, and hurriedly lowered their heads to work.

Fan Shaoyou smiled slightly, walked slowly aside, and Xiao Lian followed him and stood behind him.

Fan Shaoyou laughed in a low voice: "You should follow Ming Bo and the others down the mountain quickly. What are you doing here?"

Xiao Lian shook his head and whispered: "No, I'll stay here with you."

Fan Shaoyou smiled and said, "Be careful when you get wet in the rain. It will rain later. The road down the mountain will slippery, so it will be difficult to walk."

Xiao Lian looked at Fan Shaoyou and whispered, "You are not afraid, I am not afraid; if you don't leave, I will not leave!" Suddenly, he blushed and he whispered, "If it really rains and the road is not easy to walk, you have a way." After saying this, he looked shy and lowered his head.

Fan Shaoyou's heart moved and he laughed in a low voice: "Yes, I have a way, Zhu Bajie carries his wife."

Xiao Lian's face turned red and her body shook, as if she was unstable.

Fan Shaoyou reached out and held her hand and gently hugged her.

Xiao Lian bit her lip and whispered: "Bah, just talk nonsense, who is your wife?"

Fan Shaoyou blinked and smiled and said, "Aren't you?"

Xiao Lian bit her lip and said, "I'm not, I'm not!"

Fan Shaoyou sighed pretendingly, looking disappointed and lonely.
Chapter completed!