God-level Consort of the Tang Dynasty

Fang Yiai regretted it.

He looked at a box in front of him, which turned out to be fifty combs, which looked rough in workmanship, and belonged to the kind that could buy two combs for a penny in the market.

The task Du He gave him was to sell ten combs in two days.

It is said that this task is not difficult.

Ke Duhe's limited condition is that the object of sale must be the abbot of Chanjue Temple in Wangnan, the county seat of Hu County.

That is to say, Fang Yiai will sell at least ten combs to the monks of Chanjue Temple within two days.

Fang Yiai's eyes widened, and she asked, "Du He, are you sure you're not playing tricks on me?"

Du He said in displeasure: "Mr. Fang, be careful with your words. This young master has always said that one is right. How could he play tricks on you?"

"This task is impossible to complete. Do you think I'm a fool? Monks don't even have hair, how can they use a comb?" Fang Yiai yelled.

This day is over.

This is not a salesperson, this is almost looking for a dead person!

……

(Leftover Egg Festival, there is another chapter!)

Chapter 816 Selling Combs

Fang Yiai felt that her IQ was insulted.

So he put down his pick and said: "I quit, this can't be done!"

Du He was not in a hurry, and directly took out the paper written by Fang Yiai just now, and said: "Mr. Fang, you don't have to do it. It is written clearly on the paper. If you don't obey the arrangement, you will have to take off your clothes." Walking around Chang'an City for three days, in fact, I'd rather see you wandering around Chang'an naked than if you were a salesman... Why don't we go to Chang'an at Qichen? Don't worry, if you really want to If I do what I say, I will erase the 11 million guan and convert it into 100 million guan for you, and I will not double the interest for you within half a year, what do you think?"

Fang Yiai's expression changed on the spot.

Just now when he made the paperwork, his mind was dizzy.

Basically, what Du He said, he wrote.

At that time, he didn't think it was a big deal.

Now that I think about it... Du He, that bastard, he is not human!

big liar!

After a while, he raised his head with difficulty and said, "Okay, can't I sell combs?"

Holding the box in his arms, full of resentment, he turned around and walked out.

……

Changan.

Liang Guogong's mansion.

Mrs. Fang has shed tears these days.

Even though she was eating at the moment, she couldn't hold back the tears, and muttered: "I don't know how Yiai is doing right now, will he be bullied in Hu County, my poor son..."

Fang Xuanling said displeasedly: "The benevolence of women, ma'am, don't worry, Du Xiang and I are best friends, and Du He and I also have a close relationship. Moreover, this time I will send my remaining love to you. In Hu County, Du He even lied to me... for taking ten thousand yuan from me. I was a little unhappy at the time, but after thinking about it, I felt that Du He did it on purpose. After he took the money, he would definitely treat his wife well. , will never bully the widow."

"Master, is what you said true?" Mrs. Fang asked worriedly, "But, I heard from the family members of the ministers in the court that Du He is not a good person!"

"It also depends on who is right. I'm the chancellor to the left. Du He has a hundred guts. Does he dare to bully Yiai?" Fang Xuanling said proudly.

"That's right!" Mrs. Fang thought for a while, then nodded, "Master is right."

So, the family began to eat happily.

……

"Young Master, Mr. Fang is back." Ma Zhou hurried into the yard and reported to Du He who was eating beef.

Du He hurriedly put down the bowl and chopsticks, and asked, "How was the outcome? Mr. Fang is extremely intelligent, so he will succeed in no time. I won't misjudge anyone."

Ma Zhou had a strange expression on his face, "Your Majesty, you should see for yourself!"

Saying that, Ma Zhou stepped aside.

When Du He looked up, he saw Fang Yiai was holding a box, her nose was bruised and her face was swollen, like a pig's head.

"I, Cao..." Du He was shocked, "Young Master Fang, what's wrong with you?"

Fang Yiai said with a leaky mouth: "I was beaten... I went to Chanjue Temple and sold combs to them. The monks said that I was going to make trouble and humiliate them, so dozens of people surrounded me and beat them. I hit! Du He, you are a big liar, you are just playing me!"

Fang Yiai was emotional.

Du He laughed and said: "Mr. Fang, you have let me down. I just praised you in front of the old horse, saying that you are extremely smart. I never thought that you are so stupid."

"No, you're lying... Du He, this task is impossible. How could a monk need a comb? You are just kidding me. If you change the task for me, I will definitely be able to do it well." Fang Yiai roared unwillingly.

Du He asked: "Young Master Fang, do you think this task cannot be completed?"

"Yes!"

"Then you are wrong. This task seems really difficult... ordinary people can't do it, but it doesn't mean that salesmen can't do it. You have become a salesman in Hu County. You are the first professional salesman in Datang. Salesman, if you can't even do such trivial things, what qualifications do you have to be a salesman." Du He reprimanded with a gloomy face.

Fang Yiai murmured softly, "Speak as if you can."

"Mr. Fang, today I will convince you. I will open your eyes to tasks you think are impossible." Du He sneered.

Fang Yiai raised her head and asked excitedly, "Are you going to Chanjue Temple to sell combs?"

"Exactly!"

"Impossible...you can't do it," Fang Yiai's trembling voice sounded, "You are not allowed to use your name to suppress people, let alone let people know that you are the county magistrate of Hu County. What do you think?"

"it is good."

Afterwards, Du He took a few disguised guards, Ma Zhou and others, plus Fang Yiai, and the group left the county government office and headed straight to the south of the city.

At dusk, everyone arrived at Chanjue Temple.

Du He and the people around him were dressed as pilgrims, and Fang Yiai even changed into a bamboo hat, otherwise he would not dare to enter this temple, otherwise he would be recognized, and he might be beaten again.

Chanjue Temple is not big, and there are not many pilgrims offering incense. At dusk, it looks a bit deserted, with only a few people coming in and out.

Du He strode across the door, walked around the hall where the Buddha statue was enshrined, and said to a young monk, "I want to see your abbot!"