After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

The old monk took the money box, shook his head at Gu Nanxi, chanted "Amitabha", and disappeared at the end of the street.

Gu Nanxi stared at the old monk's disappearing back, with a hint of regret in his eyes.

She originally thought that the old monk could still take out potatoes and sweet potatoes, but there was only one corn?

It seems that my aura is still not strong enough!

Su Xuanming hugged the clay pot tightly, his arms were stiff, and he didn't dare to let go: "Mother, why are you so polite to this monk?"

Gu Nanxi was filled with emotion: "This is not a crazy monk at all, this is clearly the reincarnation of Shennong!"

The ladies who wanted to persuade Gu Nanxi were startled when they heard this. There were rumors in the streets that many gods would come to celebrate his birthday.

In the past, there were Medicine God and Wenquxing, and now there is Shennong? !

She is worthy of being the wife of Marquis Yongchang, Gu Nanxi!

If it were me, even if this crazy monk told me that he was Shennong, I would never believe it!

Everyone stopped disliking the small pottery jar and quietly moved away from Su Xuanming, only then did they dare to look at the small pottery jar with awe. I wonder what kind of gift Shennong gave to the wife of Yongchang Marquis that made her so ecstatic!

It must be something other than an ordinary thing!

Although it happened at night, there was no curfew in the Zhou Dynasty and life at night was very rich.

This scene naturally caught the eyes of many people.

Soon, the news of Shennong celebrating the birthday of the wife of Marquis Yongchang spread to the surrounding areas with Fuquan Teahouse as the center.

"I heard that Shennong transformed himself into a crazy monk and gave a small earthenware jar to the wife of the Marquis of Yongchang. The food inside is inexhaustible."

"These gods are really interesting. They either transform into Taoist priests or monks, and they are all sloppy."

A tea drinker with a more devout faith gave the man a sidelong look: "What do you know?! Shennong climbed all over the mountains and tasted hundreds of herbs, and he could wear a set of brocade clothes?"

"Last time, the wife of the Marquis of Yongchang paid a thousand taels for a formula for a miracle drug. This time, the wife of the Marquis of Yongchang gave a whole box of silver notes. How much money is that?"

"What you should be thinking about is what is so magical about this little pottery jar that is even more powerful than that magic medicine recipe!"

There are many different opinions. Some say that the small pottery jar is filled with magical herbs and flowers, some say that it contains an endless supply of food, and some say that this small pottery jar is like the jade bottle of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and it actually contains the magical dew from the jade bottle.

After all, this small pottery jar is definitely not an ordinary thing!

Inside the lobby of Fuquan Teahouse, a person was laughing so hard that he couldn't stop. He felt that everyone was drunk except him.

"Little accountant, why are you smiling so obscenely?" A familiar tea drinker noticed the accountant's expression and asked curiously.

The little accountant's mouth was almost stretched to the back of his head. He walked out while saying, "Buddha said, it cannot be said, it cannot be said!"

The accountant came to a dilapidated temple, and before he even entered, he shouted, "Old monk, share the money!"

The young accountant walked in with swagger, snatched the box from the old monk's arms, opened it, and was instantly dazzled by the silver bills and gold ingots inside.

The accountant's eyes were as big as copper bells, the muscles on his face were trembling, and he didn't know where to put his facial features.

I have never seen so much money in my life!

The old monk coughed twice and looked at the accountant with a look of regret: "Young Master, you saved my life. That little pottery jar was originally meant to repay you for saving my life."

The old monk begged all the way to Kyoto, and it happened to be a hot day, so he got heatstroke and collapsed in this dilapidated temple.

The accountant happened to be passing by and he casually fed him a spoonful of Huoxiang Zhengqi water, which pulled the old monk back from the brink of death.

The old monk was grateful for the young accountant's kindness and life-saving grace, so he wanted to give the crops in the small pottery jar to him, but he didn't expect...

The accountant picked up a heavy gold ingot, put it in his mouth, and bit it with his teeth. After confirming that it was real, he immediately burst into joy.

"You old monk, you are so ignorant! How can a small pottery jar be as valuable as these gold, silver and jewels! If you really want to repay me, I will take two-thirds of the money and you will take one-third!"

The accountant had originally advised the old monk to give the small pottery jar to the wife of Marquis Yongchang, and to split the money they had cheated 50-50 between them.

But when he saw that there was so much money, enough for him to buy a small courtyard in Kyoto, the accountant immediately felt reluctant to give half of it to the old monk.

Seeing the young man's money-obsessed look, the old monk still did not give up: "Young man, money is only a thing outside of your body. That little pottery jar..."

The accountant waved his hand impatiently: "Don't say so much! I am just an ordinary person, and I only care about money!"

The old monk sighed and watched the accountant divide the money into three piles. He took two piles for himself and left only one pile for the old monk.

Before leaving, the accountant reminded the old monk: "From now on, we will go our separate ways and never recognize each other again!"

The accountant was jumping around while humming a tune: "Everyone says that Gu Nanxi is the wisest man in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and that he is a god who has descended to earth. I'm afraid she never expected that the old monk she thought was Shennong was just a crazy monk! I don't want that little pottery jar either! Haha, no matter how smart she is, she can still be played around by me!"

The old monk in the dilapidated temple listened to the accountant's receding footsteps and arrogant laughter, lowered his eyes and whispered "Amitabha".

"Everyone says that being an immortal is good, but they can't forget fame and fortune! Everyone knows that being an immortal is good, but they can't forget gold and silver!"

Every sip and every analysis will lead to a final conclusion.

Outside the ruined temple, there was another chaotic sound of footsteps, and a group of monks came hurriedly, looking anxious, until they saw that the old monk in the ruined temple was safe and sound. Then they all chanted "Amitabha".

As for the affairs of the old monk, anyone who is interested will find out that it was the accountant who was behind it all.

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, a group of people were eager to make a move.

"A small accountant can cheat several thousand taels of silver from Gu Nanxi! This shows that this is Gu Nanxi's weak spot!"

"Women have long hair but little knowledge! I tied up the accountant and learned from him that the small pottery jar was just an ordinary pottery jar with some unknown seeds inside, but they were golden."

Everyone was feeling uneasy, thinking that if they wasted any more time, they would miss out on tens of thousands of taels of silver!

"Ahem! Let's divide the gods in the sky, so as not to confuse them and expose the truth!"

"Let's make it clear first. We can't do this game too crudely. Don't just take some common objects on the market and arouse Gu Nanxi's suspicion, which will block everyone's money!"

"Easy to say, easy to say!"

A group of men sat together, whispering to each other, and fighting for one or two spots from time to time.

What they are fighting for is not the quota, but the property of the Yongchang Marquis' Mansion!