Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

"Come in!"

Li Shimin didn't have so many complicated etiquette, and Liu Renyuan should be at the Lantian Marquis Mansion now.

To be able to appear in the palace, there must be something important.

Liu Renyuan took a letter, placed it in front of Li Shimin with a smile, and then quietly exited. ✧

The warrior Yu on the side was like an ant on a hot pot, sleepy, tired, anxious, and had a headache.

Li Shimin picked up the letter, opened it calmly, read it for a while, and suddenly smiled.

"Dong Ying, there is a way out!"

…

The next morning, the official duties in the court were long and smelly. Officials of the fifth rank and above went to court every day and were already drowsy.

Li Shimin glanced at everyone, but the warrior Xun was nowhere to be seen, and the corner of his mouth raised.

Samurai Yu should have started to comply by now, right?

At this time, in Chongyi Square in Chang'an City, the warrior Yu looked at the young man in front of him with a smile.

"Uncle Wu, please have some tea..."

The young man is none other than the Zheng family of Xingyang, Zheng Youlai.

"What a coincidence that you came here. Yesterday morning, my father returned to Xingyang, and now he is halfway there. This..."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Warrior Yu stroked his beard, "This is not a big deal. The main thing is that I have a business, and I need to talk to your father. It's not a big deal either."

"But since your father isn't here, it doesn't hurt to listen. After all, this is a matter of fate for the five surnames and Qiwang."

Zheng Youlai's eyes sparkled when he heard about the fortune of the five surnames and Qi Wang.

These days, when things are calmer, no one believes in that stuff.

But once the family starts to take detours and bumps, some people start to believe in ghosts and gods.

The Zheng family in Xingyang, whose ancestors were emperors, is the only surname formed by a former country.

"You know, there was a monk in Chang'an who went to the west."

"I heard his name is Xuanzang."

Zheng Youlai's eyes lit up, Xuanzang.

No one else knows about this person, but Zheng Youlai knows it very well.

Luoyang Pure Land Temple, he became a monk at the age of 13. Within three years, he became famous all over the world.

When Xuanzang became famous, after arriving in Chang'an, the head of the Zheng family in Xingyang came all the way just to listen to Buddhism.

Zheng Youlai took a breath of cold air, his throat twitching.

"Master Xuanzang, he...how..."

"Oh, it doesn't matter. It's all a trivial matter. I heard that the monk Xuanzang became a Buddha in the Western Regions." The warrior said calmly, took a sip of tea and said nothing.

boom!

Become a Buddha!

Good guy!

For a moment, Zheng Youlai's head was buzzing.

I heard the head of the family said that Master Xuanzang was a guest of the Zheng family in Xingyang. If he became a Buddha, wouldn't we, the Zheng family in Xingyang, also have to follow suit?

"What are you so excited about? It's not like you became a Buddha."

"By the way, look at this."

The warrior Yun took out a brocade box from the side, which was quite big.

"This person came from the Western Regions. I heard that when Master Xuanzang became a Buddha, the golden light shone all over his body, and the living dead, flesh and bones, within a thousand miles, dead trees became spring, dry rivers regained their moisture, and dead fish regained life... …”

"Hey, listening to this scene makes people feel relaxed and happy. It's a pity that where Master Xuanzang's Buddha's light shone at that time, there were only thirteen objects contaminated with Buddha nature."

When Zheng You came, he no longer wanted to hear what was said next.

His mind was filled with thirteen...Buddha-nature...objects...

"By the way, I heard that this is one of them." Warrior Yu sighed, "As you know, I am a merchant. Although I have been an official in recent years, I still do business as usual."

"My family accidentally got this from a monk. The monk had not eaten or drank for a month. He held this thing forcibly and survived to the Tang Dynasty. How is it possible? He didn't eat or drink for a month... "

Samurai Yu was digging a hole bit by bit.

Zheng Youlai's mouth was watering.

"Uncle, how about letting my nephew take a look?"

"I'll just take a look, really, just take a look!"

Warrior Xun smiled: "You guys are all members of your own family, so don't do so many bells and whistles."

"I, the warrior Yu, know that I am not from a famous family and do not have a deep foundation. If I forcefully occupy this treasure, I will definitely suffer backlash."

"The virtuous live in this place, I still know a little bit about it."

"I heard that this thing was originally a piece of stone. When the Buddha's light shines on it, it turns into glass... The Buddha on it is so beautiful..."

Zheng Youlai couldn't wait to open the brocade box.

The next moment, he only felt that his whole body was stiff.

The sun shone on the Buddha statue in the brocade box, and the glass shone with the brilliance of the sun, illuminating the entire small room brightly, as if the Buddha's light was emitting out of thin air.

Zheng Youlai swallowed: "Uncle Wu, my nephew will report this to the head of the family!"

Warrior Xun nodded: "That's your Zheng family. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't care."

"I'm a businessman, and I can't get the Buddha's glory. But this fate has arrived, and I have to collect some money, not much, ten thousand guan."

Zheng Youlai's eyes were red: "Don't say 10,000 guan. If what uncle said is true, what about 100,000 guan?"

…

The same plot is played out in various luxurious mansions in Chang'an.

Until evening, when the warrior Yu came out of Cui's mansion wiping his sweat, his heart was still pounding.

Spend money like water, really spend money like water.

I don’t know why, but they went crazy in front of a glass Buddha statue.

Wu Shigui looked at the brocade box in his hand, opened it, and sighed at the glass Buddha statue.

"This thing is quite expensive, but it's far from such an outrageous price, right?"

"Forget it, they have money, why should I, Wu Shigui, think so much?"

...

The Tang Dynasty Hotel was not open today because Xue Rengui brought a lot of glass back to the Marquis' Mansion.

In order to prevent Dazhuang from smashing the glass, Liu Xuan asked Liu Renyuan to take Dazhuang out shopping.

After a day of inventory, Liu Xuan realized that it seemed that it was not difficult for his current glass factory to produce dozens or hundreds of pieces a day.

The rest was sold.

"My Lord, we have so much glass, what if we can't sell it all?"

Xue Rengui didn't understand why glass was so expensive, and didn't know the temptation of this thing, and he kept being a curious baby.

"Xue Rengui, Xue Rengui, you don't understand. People in Chang'an care about face."

"They are very particular. Our colored glaze looks simple, but as long as there is a particularity and you give them face, they will buy it."

"Put these rough ones together, put these exquisite ones together, and put these Buddha statues together."

"I heard that the temples in Chang'an are very rich."

Liu Xuan suddenly felt motivated when he thought of the monks.

"Starting tomorrow, let them get more colored glaze for Buddha statues, find the best painters in Chang'an, paint Buddha statues, such as Thousand-handed Guanyin and Smile with a Flower, and sell them to the temples."