Royal Road

Today, Huai'en Temple can be regarded as the most incense temple in Jinyang City. From the moment the morning bell rings, there are believers waiting outside the temple, wanting to worship Buddha and light candles and pray for peace. The shadow of the epidemic has not yet completely dissipated. At this time, it is always right to hug the Buddha.

Jiang Ni also mixed in with the group of devout believers, and slowly moved forward with the team. Along the way, there are many pedestrians wearing facial masks, regardless of men and women, young and old, in different styles. When passing by the monk's room that was once used as a medical treatment room, these turbaned people would put their hands together and salute the monk's room.

Of course, Jiang Ni knew that the cloth towels on these people's faces were called "Liang towels", something that the street cleaners used to stay on all day long. He also knows that people who still wear "Liang Towels" are in all likelihood that someone in the family has been in a medical room, has been treated, and he has also heard about the anecdote of the Buddha's dream.

As if carelessly, Jiang Ni paced to an old man wearing a towel, and asked curiously: "Dare to ask Lao Zhang, why do you have to put a cloth towel on your face in such a hot weather?"

"This is the method guided by the Buddha." The old man was obviously kind-hearted, and patiently explained, "As long as you bring this ‘beam scarf’, you will not be invaded."

"Why call it Liangjin?" Jiang Ni asked again.

"This…"

The old man was speechless for a while, and there was a woman with the same scarf beside him, helping to answer: "It is because a Liang Langjun got the guidance of the Buddha that this method was passed down. Jinyang's pandemic was resolved and eliminated. "

"That Liang Langjun is so magical?" Jiang Ni seemed not to believe it.

This immediately drew refutation from many people around.

"Of course it works!" "How can the epidemic be eliminated?" "The monks in the temple have said that Liang Langjun once got the Buddha's guide to dreaming..."

This babbled answer immediately overwhelmed Jiang Ni's voice, and made many people look here. Jiang Ni himself did not expect that the Lord Lang would be so famous in Jinyang, and he shrank his head and said in a low voice, "Can Liang Langjun come to the Fa meeting in the middle of the month?"

Now that the news of the forthcoming Fa conference has been spread, how come these believers who came to worship early in the morning don't know it? However, most people have never thought about this issue. Hearing Jiang Ni's words, he immediately said, "Yes, Liang Langjun should be invited to the Fa conference!"

"Liang Langjun got the advice of the Buddha, of course the masters will ask."

"Be sure to ask the mage later..."

"Who is Liang Langjun?"

The crowd gradually became confused and began to talk about it. There are still many people who have never heard of Liang Feng's name, but think that the prevention and control of the epidemic is all the merits of the monks of Huai'en Temple. Now that they listen to the explanation from the people around them, they naturally know the anecdote of the Buddha's dream. There is nothing more legendary than the dream, let alone the story of the Buddha saving the people. With little effort, the believers guarding in front of the temple believed the story seven to eight points, and they were full of heart.

At this time, the morning class at Huai'en Temple just ended, the door of the temple was opened, and devout and longing believers immediately passed the questions they thought to the monks.

"Master, will Liang Langjun attend this Bon Fa conference?"

"Master, Liang Langjun is the person who guided the Buddha, so he must be invited to the Fa conference..."

"If Liang Langjun blesses you, you can save those dead souls..."

How did ordinary monks know what Liang Langjun was, and he was almost overwhelmed. In the end, the Zen Master Nianfa came forward and replied with a smile: "Thanks to the guidance of the Buddha, the benefactor Liang has been able to restrain the epidemic. Fa conference, all donors, please rest assured."

Yesterday there was news from the palace that Liang Zixi had accepted the invitation and would go to Jinyang. Therefore, the confidence in chanting is particularly sufficient, in terms of kankan. Seeing the believers look forward to Liang Feng's arrival, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Master's move was brilliant.

These words were more useful than the imperial edict, and many people's last doubts immediately disappeared. The fact that the Buddha entered his dream is true. Did the masters of Huai'en Temple admit it? Those onlookers who were originally just a little curious began to look forward to the Fa conference. If the Buddha could come in person, would the Buddha take special care of the people of Jinyang?

In this noisy voice, Jiang Ni's figure flashed and disappeared into the crowd.

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City West Hu City.

The epidemic has just passed, and today's Hu market is not as prosperous as before. A full half of the shops were opened, and the remaining businessmen had lingering fears, cautiously soliciting customers, hoping to make more money.

In a cloth shop where business is still prosperous, a young man covered with cloth towels walked into it. Hu Shi’s guy was used to seeing guests wearing beam towels, and he asked without a surprise: “I wonder what fabrics you want to buy?”

The visitor shook his head: "No fabric. I don't know if you have a lotus-patterned clothes in your house. You can also show your bag."

The shop also sells clothes, but no one has ever directly named a certain pattern regardless of the color of the fabric. The guy froze for a moment, and quickly replied, "There seems to be no lotus pattern, but there are a few hibiscus patterns..."

"As long as the lotus pattern!" The man seemed quite anxious, "Liang Langjun is coming to Jinyang, isn't the Buddhist family Xilian? I must have the lotus pattern."

These words immediately aroused the curiosity of other guests. A woman who also wore a Liangjin asked: "Which Liang Langjun? Is it the Liang Langjun the Buddha dreamed of?"

"Which Liang Langjun could it be? I just came back from Huai'en Temple, and it was spread throughout the temple that he was coming to Jinyang to participate in the Fa conference!" The man replied immediately.

"Ah!" The old woman standing beside the girl also said, "If Liang Langjun really comes to Jinyang, he really wants to see him. That's our benefactor!"

"Mum, do we want to buy some lotus-patterned clothes too?" the lady girl asked hurriedly.

"Well, go see another house!" The old woman made a decisive decision, and the two walked out of the shop together.

The dude was still a little startled, the man had already spoken: "If there is no lotus pattern, I will go to other places."

After that, he also turned and walked out the door. The guy didn't react slowly, so he ran to the backyard. This matter must be informed to the master as soon as possible. The master has survived the epidemic with great difficulty. If Liang Langjun comes, why should he go to see him!

After walking through several shops and buying a bunch of wooden boxes, sachets, and gowns carved with lotus patterns, the man left Hushi. Although he didn't buy a lot of things, many shopkeepers knew about Liang Langjun's upcoming arrival, and some even sent house servants to rush to Huai'en Temple to investigate carefully. If Liang Langjun can really come to Jinyang, how about getting more clothes and accessories with lotus patterns? That was the Buddha who saved Jinyang. This kind of humility is definitely not an exaggeration!

Like a pool of chaotic spring water, in Jinyangfang City, news spread like wildfire.

When he arrived at a quiet street corner, Jiang Ni took off the cloth towel covering his face and took a breath. After traveling around the city twice in one day, I was a little tired, but he did not live up to his lord's entrustment. He is not those fools and women, but a businessman who is used to doing business. No one knows better than him, if the landlord is famous, what impact will it have on the new porcelain and paper in the mansion.

It's just that he didn't even think that the landlord's reputation in Jinyang was already so loud. Not only is it like this in front of the monastery, even everyone in Hushi knows it! The task that was supposed to be difficult was completed lightly, which made him feel more or less confused. Is it really enough to just spread the rumors in the market? Whether it’s porcelain or paper, none of these people can afford it...

The mind of the landlord is really beyond ordinary people can guess. Jiang Ni shook his head, let him go, just get things done! I don’t know when the host will leave...

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"Lord Qi, the lord, all the Tibetan scripture papers picked up by the paper workshop are here." Liu Lin stood nervously beside the long paper shelf. He did not expect that the landlord would visit the paper workshop in person. Check the paper. But when he was nervous, Liu Lin couldn't help being a little excited. This batch of Tibetan scriptures was indeed the work of the paper workshop.

In the past few months, Liu Lin has not slept well, soaking in the paper workshop all day to study new paper. From coarse paper that was slightly inferior to Uncle Zuo’s paper to this kind of yellowish and tough Tibetan scripture paper, I don’t know how many barrels of pulp have been destroyed, and how much effort has been spent, even the small shadow marks have been wringed out by him. Brain juice. Now that it has finally achieved results, how can we not make people happy?

The largest output on the shop right now is this kind of sutra paper in front of us. The long and narrow paper is used for copying, a piece of paper can just book a volume of scripture, the thickness is suitable, the color is shiny and luster, and the dark lotus pattern hidden in the corner is all exquisite and appropriate. In terms of paper quality, Liu Lin can pack tickets, and the Tibetan scripture paper is a bit better than the prestigious Zuo Bo paper. However, the manpower of the paper workshop is limited, and the host is very picky. In the end, he won only 6,000 good papers.

As for the two types of paper, it is even more rare. After trying the matching several times, he made two slightly stable flower papers. The red flower papers with hibiscus and rouge are called peach flower papers, which are elegant and light in color and soft and moving. The one with mint and borneol is called Biyujian, which is slightly greenish and has a chilly fragrance, which makes people feel refreshing. The cost of these two kinds of paper is even more amazing. When cut into small papers, they will only be 500 sheets each, which is barely enough for their own use.

With such a small amount of paper, it costs tens of thousands of dollars to develop it, and the price of rouge borneol is even harder to think about. Liu Lin was frightened every day, fearing that the host would be annoyed that he would only spend money to produce the finished product, so he abolished the paper workshop. It wasn't until the new paper was made that the rope twisted around his neck was slowly loosened, which made him breathe.

But this kind of output is not enough to sell on the market, right?

"Lord, the trial production of new paper is really time-consuming. The paper workshop has now figured out a way to stabilize paper products, and it won't be so laborious until the next batch of paper." Liu Lin said cautiously.

"A batch of paper will take at least two or three months, right?" Liang Feng asked.

"It will take more than two months. But if the weather is sunny in the summer, the paper will dry faster, and the pulping work on the premises has not stopped. As long as almost a month, a new batch of paper can be produced." Liu Lin quickly replied. .

This construction period cannot be shorter. Liang Feng nodded slightly: "How much paper can be output at that time?"

"The Tibetan scripture paper is too wasteful to make, and can have five or six thousand sheets at a time. The paper depends on the seasonal selection of materials. Three hundred sheets should be no problem." Liu Lin said more and more nervous. This amount is probably only enough to sell two or three times a year, right?

Liang Feng calculated it from the bottom of his heart, and nodded slightly: "There is no need to increase the amount of Tibetan scripture paper and paper, but we need to make more paper for daily use for the book."

You don’t need to be so precise when you just write in ordinary times. It can be done with a movable curtain bed. Liu Lin suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Liang Feng said again: "I asked Liu Jiangtou to make a few exquisite long boxes a few days ago. Please sort out the paper carefully and put one thousand Buddhist scripture papers in each box. No more, no less, not to be mixed. Put in waste paper. The rest of the paper is put in a small box, I have another use."

"Little understands!" Liu Lin replied quickly.

"This new paper, you did a good job. Go back and get the reward on the account."

"This..." Liu Lin couldn't help feeling nervous. "Small has already received two rewards. The amount of these new papers is really not enough. I'm afraid I won't be able to sell much.

This is what his father Liu Mumu taught him. Mufang and Zhifang have already received a lot of rewards. What if the lord finds that he cannot make ends meet and becomes angry?

"Who said that you can't sell it for a price?" Liang Feng raised an eyebrow and smiled, "You do it well, you have a reward you deserve."

Confused by the laugh, Liu Lin didn't dare to say anything, and quickly knelt down to thank you. Liang Feng stretched out his hand to touch the new paper again, and let out a long sigh of relief. With these complete arrangements, he can finally go on the road with peace of mind.

Two days later, five healthy horses, thirty servants, and four ox carts slowly drove out of the gate of Liang Mansion and headed towards Jinyang.