After rebirth, I still experienced a mess

117 So-called Merit

After confirming once again that Xiao Wei really wanted to go out and sing, Gui Xiu wanted to cry: "You are no longer the Xiao Wei I knew."

Xiao Wei patted her shoulder and consoled her: "If you don't make money when you have it, you're a fool. Singing for money is nothing. As long as you can make a lot of money, you can even sell your body."

Gui Xiu said angrily: "Do you want me to be your pimp?"

"I can't ask for it."

Guixiu ruffled Xiaowei's hair vigorously: "Don't say such sarcastic words."

Xiao Wei was also angry. It was obviously the truth, so why didn't he believe it? "Alright. Tell me quickly, how much money did you spend?"

Guixiu held up a finger: "One hundred."

Xiao Wei's eyes lit up: "Done. Call Biyu Luzhu and ask her to come over so we can make some money together."

Gui Xiuzhen was about to cry: "They will definitely not agree."

Xiao Wei's face was stern: "If I tell you to fight, then fight. The four of us will go. Singing for one day is enough to cover half a semester's living expenses. You'd be a fool if you don't do it."

Guixiu scratched her head and finally agreed. She told Xiaowei, "I sold you twelve pairs of sweeping pants and nine crazy suits. As you ordered, the pants are ten yuan and the coats are twenty yuan. I didn't sell any of them at a low price. I'll bring you the money tomorrow."

"There's no rush for money, save it for buying fabric."

Gui Xiu nodded: "There are only seven or eight items left, and there must be a lot of people who want them, so we have to make more."

Xiao Wei shook her head: "I will definitely not make these two things again. I want to learn how to make spring and summer clothes. I also want to make men's clothes and make some good money."

"Okay. These two things are a waste of fabric. If we make too many, they will definitely cause trouble. There are already many people imitating them. It will be difficult to sell them if we make more."

Xiao Wei is mainly worried about being criticized by the government for waste, not that she can't sell her clothes. After all, her sewing skills are decades ahead, and even if ordinary people imitate her, they may not have the skills and patience.

Guixiu's boyfriend Yijie and Shi Mingsong went to the same school and had been in love for a long time. He had already integrated into the Xixian group and was busy washing vegetables and cooking.

Xiao Wei and Gui Xiu were busy sewing trouser waists for the boys. With Chen Xia and others helping, they had already sewn five or six pairs of trousers by dinner time, which amazed the boys: "This is too fast."

"The old craftsman at the county's clothing company isn't even half as fast as Xiao Wei."

Xiao Wei said unhappily, "Let's do it after dinner. I'll try to sew one for each of you. A guy who doesn't change his underwear every day won't get a good wife."

Qian Xiuwen looked sad: "I only change it once every three or four days."

Guixiu laughed: "Don't worry. I will tell Luzhu about this."

Some people sighed: "We can't imagine the life of rich people."

"By the way. Does Haitao change every day?"

"Don't ask. None of us change them every day. It's embarrassing."

"I see. To cheat on your wife, you must first change your underwear frequently."

The tea table was cleared out and two tables were occupied. A group of young people almost blew up the roof.

Guixiu was so excited that she even brought up her guzheng and played a tune.

Even though it is the only mountain in the vast plain, it is still a holy place of faith at this time. There are no tickets or various mandatory charges, but there are many elderly beggars along the way.

Xiao Wei turned a blind eye to those poor beggars. If they harassed her, she would glare at them and scare them away with her cold eyes.

Instead, Qian Xiuwen threw a few coins from time to time and declared: "I'm not doing this out of love, I'm just trying to buy a thank you."

Mao Tongxian sneered: "With Xiaowei here, even if you want to show your love, you have to hold it back."

Qian Xiuwen snorted coldly: "As for that androgynous thing of hers, only you treat it as a treasure, but in my eyes it is just shit."

Shi Mingsong laughed: "You deserve a beating again."

Gui Xiu scolded: "How can this guy talk like that? Xiao Wei has charmed the entire city hall, don't you know?"

Qian Xiuwen said stubbornly: "I feel sick when I see her, which only proves that you are blind."

Mao Tongxian laughed: "I understand. Those who can't eat grapes say they are sour."

Many people went up the mountain to burn incense, in groups. It was already past nine o'clock when Xiao Wei and his friends climbed the mountain, and those who burned morning incense were coming down the mountain one after another.

These young people are just here for fun and naturally they won't bow or kneel.

But when he walked past the Guanyin statue, Haitao somehow got distracted and knelt down with his hands clasped together, and bowed respectfully three times.

A group of people gathered around and looked at it as if it were a monster, but they just looked and said nothing.

The tall and majestic Buddha statue exudes a solemn and austere atmosphere and a sense of oppression, which makes people dare not be presumptuous.

But Qian Xiuwen didn't care. As soon as Haitao stood up, he scolded him, "What's the point of worshipping a wooden sculpture instead of a delicate, white and tender god?"

Mao Tongxian seconded: "I also feel that Haitao has gone astray."

Gui Xiu spat at Qian Xiuwen and said, "You just said Xiao Wei was disgusting, why are you praising her again?"

Qian Xiuwen replied seriously: "Is there a contradiction between being fair, white and tender and being neither male nor female? Am I not fair, white and tender?"

A group of people burst into laughter. Mao Tongxian tried hard to hold back his laughter: "I can guarantee that there is no contradiction in what you said. Old Qian is not only fair and tender, but also extremely beautiful."

There were shouts of "WTF" one after another, and finally someone asked: "Haitao, tell me the truth, what are you asking for?"

Xiao Wei snorted coldly: "If the Bodhisattva is really effective, we can't even enter the temple."

Mao Tongxian analyzed: "I feel that Haitao is not praying to the Buddha, but praying to himself. He is begging himself not to change his heart."

Gui Xiu smiled and said, "Xiao Wei once said that if a man doesn't change his mind, even shit can turn into spirits. Those who always remain consistent are madmen who go against human nature. It's normal to get tired of the old and love the new."

Qian Xiuwen chased Guixiu and asked, "Do you think Xiaowei is a normal person?"

"Of course not." After answering, he realized it and kicked: "Fuck, I got fooled."

The temple was not big, and we soon arrived at the last hall. Many people were queuing up to burn incense and worship. There were several monks in robes sitting nearby, with merit books spread out on the table in front of them, waiting for alms from the pilgrims.

Qian Xiuwen stepped forward and handed over five cents, but the monk shook his head and said, "You need to pay at least five dollars to enter the merit book."

Everyone immediately became furious and started to denounce the group.

Seeing that they were deliberately causing trouble, Xiao Wei cursed them for being childish and walked out through the side door.

There is a flat area outside with stone benches around the mountain to prevent tourists from falling off the mountain and also for people to take a rest.

There is a simple pavilion at the southernmost end. Xiao Wei knows it is called Wangjiang Pavilion. It is crowded with people. Xiao Wei will not join in the fun. He just stares at the gray water in the distance in a daze.

Hai Tao whispered in the back: "The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness."

Xiao Wei smiled secretly: This poem is rather obscure, it took a lot of effort. He recited it casually: "The great river has never kept guests since ancient times, and the yellow earth has buried people everywhere."

Haitao was about to speak, but Shiyou and Yinling ran out and shouted, "Oh no! They are arguing with the monk and are about to fight."

Seeing Haitao running in, Xiaowei rushed over and called out to the two little girls: "Fake monks who despise the poor and love the rich should be beaten. Don't go in."

With Xiao Wei's basic knowledge, he had never come into contact with any great monks. The so-called monks he knew were all vulgar and deceitful.

Fuck him.