In a temple near the capital city.
In the meditation room, a little monk said, "I don't know how the glazed Guanyin statue of the Cold Mountain Temple came about. They are very tight-lipped, so I didn't get any information. However, it is said that Li Yi, the county earl of Chang 'an, gave the princess a glazed statue at her birthday party. Many people saw it at that time."
The old monk frowned and asked, "Oh, do you know where Li Yi got the glazed statue?"
The little monk said, "It is said that he bought it from several foreign merchants. I can't get any more information."
In another temple.
"Foreign merchants?" The middle-aged monk pondered for a while and said, "Tell the disciples in the city to pay more attention to the foreign merchants in the city these days."
Then he thought of another thing and asked, "By the way, what did Philanthropist Zhang say when he went to the Cold Mountain Temple?"
Philanthropist Zhang was a loyal pilgrim of the Fahua Temple. He would donate thousands of taels of incense money every year. This time, he asked him to go to the Cold Mountain Temple to get some information.
The young monk looked embarrassed and said, "Philanthropist Zhang saw the glazed statue there, and then …"
"Then what?" Seeing him hesitating, the middle-aged monk asked.
"Then he donated 1,000 taels of incense money to the Cold Mountain Temple."
"…"
"Tan Yin, you old bald donkey, the Fahua Temple is irreconcilable with you!"
A furious voice came from the meditation room.
Not long after, the young monk walked out of the meditation room. After looking back, he shook his head and sighed.
Although it was a taboo to steal believers and incense money from other temples, his master called the monks of the Cold Mountain Temple bald donkeys. Didn't he also curse him?
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…
"Brother Li, does your Guardian Fang have some misunderstandings about me?"
Walking on the street, Wang Yong looked back and asked Li Yi in confusion.
"Why do you say that, Brother Wang?" Li Yi looked back at him and asked.
"I always feel that there is something wrong with the way he looks at me …" Wang Yong thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Maybe I'm wrong …"
After all, something worth thousands of taels of silver had been smashed by him just like that. With Fang's character of treating money as his own life, it was already very restrained that he didn't twist his head off and kick it like a ball.
Of course, Li Yi couldn't tell him the reason. He waved his hand and said, "Brother Wang, you don't have to think too much about it. He might have been scolded by his wife yesterday, so he hasn't been in a good mood these days. Brother Wang, don't take it to heart."
"That should be the case." Wang Yong nodded.
Thinking of something, he looked at Li Yi and asked, "The Glazed Goddess of Mercy in the Cold Mountain Temple is also from Brother Li, right?"
Li Yi nodded and said, "Yes, Brother Wang also knows that our Jing Kingdom doesn't produce colored glaze. Instead, it's those foreign merchants who often travel thousands of miles to sell these things. This time, we were lucky enough to meet a few who were short of money and eager to sell, so we bought all of them at a low price."
Wang Yong was stunned for a moment and asked, "Didn't Brother Li say that it was dug out from the Colored Glaze Mine?"
"Ah, really?"
Wang Yong nodded and said, "Yes."
Li Yi looked at him and said, "Brother Wang, remember, you can't say such things in the future. The things dug out from the mine have to be handed over to the country …"
Wang Yong looked at him and nodded as if he understood.
"Young master, I'm back." Fang had just gone to inspect the shop. At this moment, he caught up from behind and said something to Li Yi. Then he turned to look at Wang Yong, and his face instantly darkened.
Wang Yong's face was filled with doubt as he asked, "Dare I ask this brother, am I …"
"What brother? I don't have a prodigal brother like you!" Fang's face darkened and said, "If you were my younger brother, I would have broken your legs …"
"Why do you say that, Brother?" Wang Yong looked even more confused.
"You still dare to ask …"
Seeing that Fang was about to roll up his sleeves, Li Yi hurriedly pulled him away and whispered, "This is a guest, don't be impolite …"
He turned to Wang Yong and smiled apologetically, "Brother Wang, I'm sorry, Fang was a little emotional today, don't blame me, don't blame me …"
Seeing Li Yi pull the big man away, Wang Yong stood in the same place, looked at the attendants beside him, and then looked in the direction where they left, confused.
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"Young master, if you hadn't pulled me just now, I would have made him pay a few thousand taels of silver!"
Not seeing Wang Yong, Fang was still angry.
"Alright, alright, don't treat people like that in the future. It's just a glass ball, it's not worth much." Li Yi waved his hand and changed the topic, asking, "What happened to the shop just now?"
Fang curled his lips and said, "A few foreign merchants, I don't know what they did, but they were stopped in the shop. They delayed our business in broad daylight, so I chased them all out."
When the people of the capital addressed foreigners, it also depended on the situation.
If it was the Qi Kingdom, the Zhao Kingdom, or the Wu Kingdom, they would address them as people of Qi, Zhao, and so on. After all, they all had yellow skin, black hair, and black eyes. Although they fought wars, they still treated each other as people of the same race.
And to address them as foreigners, it was somewhat derogatory.
Those merchants from small foreign countries with different skin colors, hair colors, and appearances from ordinary people could be recognized at a glance when they walked on the streets of the capital.
As for the treatment they received in the capital, it was naturally not on the same level as the other big countries.
"I don't know what's going on, but these days, it seems like everyone is looking for those foreign merchants …"
Fang muttered. A few people hurried past him, faintly hearing them discuss things like "Cold Mountain Temple" and "Colored Glass Statue".
Li Yi shook his head and continued to walk forward.
This was actually not part of his original plan. The Colored Glass Statue sold to the old monk had such a great publicity effect, and in the past few days, there were many people who came to his house to ask about the origin of the Colored Glass Statue for the Princess. Those socialites and noble ladies also knew how to use a roundabout strategy. Fortunately, he had already reminded Ruyi to push all the blame on the foreign merchants.
In this way, he did not even need to do anything extra. He only needed to wait for the old emperor's appraisal conference to take out the few "treasured" Colored Glass wares in the palace and sell them at a low price to the nobles in the capital. Only then would the groundwork for this matter be completed.
Next, it was time for the Wang Family to make their appearance.
So far, what he needed to do was to sit at home and wait to count the money after the Wang Family's charity sale.
Of course, he had to count the money in secret, and he could not let others, especially Miss.Liu, see it.
"Young Master."
Li Yi was thinking about these things in his mind, walking unconsciously, when he suddenly heard Fang's voice.
Li Yi turned around and looked at him, asking, "What's the matter?"
Fang folded his arms and looked at him with a strange expression, saying nothing.
"Crazy …"
Li Yi turned around and took two steps forward. His footsteps suddenly stopped.
He looked around, and if he took a few more steps, he would step into that familiar yet strange little courtyard. He had actually walked here unknowingly …
"Young Master, why did you stop?" Fang's teasing voice came from behind.
"Shut up!"
Li Yi turned around and walked back.
"Hey, Li, you're finally here!" A clear voice came from behind, full of surprise.
Li Yi turned around and saw Xiao Cui coming out of the courtyard, her face full of joy.
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