The Princess of Northern Land

The mother-in-law wanted to move when she heard the news.

"It won't take more than two days. When you get the prescription, you won't be able to do whatever you want with a country girl." The young woman stopped her.

The girl sat alone and got angry, "Okay, for the sake of my sister-in-law, let her go for a few days."

Lin Changshu's back was soaked with cold sweat after leaving the teahouse. He looked at Lin Ziyin anxiously, "Ziyin, what do you think we should do? Those two have a lot of background, I'm afraid they won't let it go."

Lin Ziyin was also thinking, she was a little sad. Living in ancient times, there was no human rights at all. Whoever had a good background was the uncle.

She had long expected that her family's business would make people jealous, but the jealous people came too quickly. They were ruffians in the market before, but now there are wealthy families who come and plunder them directly.

The last time someone came to the rescue, this time the Lin family had no backers at all.

Lin Ziyin stood on the street, a little confused.

"Zi Yin." Lin Changshu saw that her eyes were dull, as if she had been hit hard, and he felt distressed and anxious, fearing that something might happen to her. "The worst case scenario is to sell the recipe to them. Don't worry."

"Let's go to Ding'an Temple to find the abbot." Lin Ziyin suddenly said.

"What?" Lin Changshu was stunned, and then he persuaded helplessly, "Although Master is compassionate, he doesn't ask about worldly matters. I'm afraid your going will be in vain."

"If you don't try it, how will you know the result?" In the blink of an eye, Lin Ziyin's brows no longer looked downcast.

Lin Changshu had no choice but to treat a dead horse like a living horse and followed her to the temple in the middle of the mountain.

"Amitabha." It was not yet noon, so pilgrims gathered in Ding'an Temple, and every monk in the temple was busy.

Because Mr. Lin and the Lin family recently sold tofu to the temple, most of the monks in the temple also knew Lin Changshu and the others.

When they heard that Lin Ziyin and Lin Changshu had designated to find the presiding master and the monk Zhike, the monk who informed them did not embarrass them and went directly to report.

After a while, the fat Zhike monk Huilian came out to see them.

"Amitabha, I wonder if Almsgiver Lin has anything to do with this poor monk." Master Huilian asked with a frown.

Lin Ziyin smiled lightly and said, "I have a business deal that I would like to find a master to cooperate with."

"The four elements of the monks are empty. The donor is joking." Master Huilian clasped her hands and refused directly, not even willing to listen to any business.

Lin Changshu stood aside feeling a little embarrassed. Everyone knew that monks didn't care about worldly matters, yet Ziyin unexpectedly approached the monk to discuss business. It's no wonder that the master didn't look good on her.

"The business I want to discuss with the master is quite special, but it is closely related to the bodies of the masters in the temple and the expenses of the temple." Lin Ziyin remained calm and patiently continued to talk according to his own ideas.

"Amitabha, if the donor wants to do business, it's better to talk to someone else. The poor monk has other affairs, so let's take the first step." The monk Zhike was not interested in the business at all.

"Although tofu can increase the nutrition of the monks, without good oil and water, it cannot fundamentally improve the physique of the masters. I have a recipe for frying vegetarian oil in my hand. I originally wanted to make it convenient for the masters. Since the master is not interested, let's leave. Sorry to bother you." Lin Ziyin finished what he said in one breath, but he didn't give people the slightest feeling of anxiety, "Brother, Master is not interested, let's go back."

"Wait a minute." After hearing what Lin Ziyin said, Zhi Keseng's eyes lit up and he immediately stopped her.

"Huh? What else does Master have to do?" Lin Ziyin asked pretending to be indifferent.

"Amitabha, donor, do you really have vegetable oil in your hand?" Zhike Monk looked at her with bright eyes and asked.

"I haven't started pressing oil yet, but I can guarantee that when the oil mill at home is built, vegetarian oil will definitely come out." Lin Ziyin answered affirmatively, "Vegetarian oil can not only be used for cooking, but also the snacks made will be better." .”

Zhike Monk's eyes brightened even more.

"If the donor just wants to sell vegetable oil, just discuss it with Dianzuo." He looked at Lin Ziyin and said.