"You...what nonsense are you talking about!" Liu gritted her teeth. "I'm afraid you don't know the rules and will offend the Buddha!"
"I didn't!" Shen Weiwan cried even harder, "Master Abbot, don't you agree? I'm sincere..."
Abbot Huiming watched the drama unfold, his mind clear as a mirror. He coughed twice and smoothed things over, saying, "Madam, please calm down. The young lady is truly filial. How about this? I'll leave the grains in the backyard. I'll have someone sort them out, and we'll use them for the blessing ceremony tomorrow."
Only then did Liu suppress her anger and glared at Shen Weiwan fiercely.
Shen Weiwan secretly wiped away her non-existent tears and winked at Chuntao. Chuntao immediately understood and whispered in Shen Weiwan's ear:
"Miss, you don't know. The accountant just said that the lady spent a lot of money to buy these grains! He said he went to the countryside specifically to buy the 'best quality'..."
Liu's ears were sharp, and she heard it immediately. She almost fainted - what top-quality goods were collected in the countryside? It was obvious that she was cheated by Shen Weiwan, and had to pay money from her own private money to fill the hole!
"You...you guys..." Liu was so angry that she couldn't speak.
Shen Weiwan was surprised: "Really? Auntie is so kind to me!" She turned to Liu and smiled brightly, "Auntie, after the blessing is over, can you give me the remaining grains? I want to take them back to fertilize the flowers in the yard, and they will definitely grow very well!"
Liu: "..." Now she just wants to throw the dead girl Shen Weiwan into those ten carts of mud!
After a long struggle, the ten carts of "grain" were finally moved to the backyard. Liu, under the pretext of feeling unwell, returned to the guest room. Shen Weiwan, on the other hand, dragged Abbot Huiming along, insisting on going to the main hall.
The main hall was filled with incense and solemn. Shen Weiwan knelt on the futon, clasped her hands together, and closed her eyes.
Chun Tao stood aside, looking at her young lady's pious face, and couldn't help laughing. She knew that her young lady must be up to something again.
Sure enough, Shen Weiwan opened her eyes and said loudly to the Bodhisattva statue: "Buddha bless, bless my aunt to be healthy and live a long life... Just don't let her touch my storehouse again, otherwise she will rub stones every day and her hands will hurt!"
Abbot Huiming: "..." This was the first time he heard this prayer.
After Shen Weiwan finished speaking, she took out the oil paper bag from her arms and opened it. She found that there were a few pieces of malt sugar inside.
"Buddha," she placed the candy on the altar, "I brought this especially for you. It's so sweet! If you think I'm right, have a bite!"
Chuntao couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Abbot Huiming looked at the malt sugar on the altar, then looked at the quirky girl in front of him, and shook his head helplessly. He had lived for so many years and had seen dignified and virtuous ladies, as well as unruly and willful ladies, but it was the first time he had seen someone like Shen Weiwan who was... well... unique.
"Amitabha," the abbot said, twirling his Buddhist beads. "Miss, your heart is sincere. The Bodhisattva will bless you."
Shen Weiwan then stood up with satisfaction and patted the dust off her skirt.
"Abbot," she tilted her head, "I heard there's a rule in your temple that when you pray, you have to mix some incense ash into the grains so that the Buddha can receive your intention, right?"
Abbot Huiming was stunned: "Amitabha, I have never heard of such a rule."
"Ah?" Shen Weiwan pretended to be surprised, "But my aunt said so! She said this is the most effective way!"
Chun Tao agreed, "Yes, yes, Madam even asked us to bring some extra incense ash!"
Abbot Huiming understood in his heart. This must be another trap set by Shen Weiwan, wanting to make Liu look bad again.
"Well... rules are fixed, but people are alive," the abbot said with a laugh. "If Miss feels it's necessary, it's fine to add some incense ash."
Shen Weiwan's eyes lit up: "Really? That's great! Chuntao, let's go mix the grains in the backyard with incense ash, and make sure it's full!"
Chuntao took the order and left. In the guest room, Liu heard the servants report that Shen Weiwan was going to mix incense ash into the grains, and she almost fainted from anger. Those ten carts of mud and stones were embarrassing enough, but what would it look like if they added incense ash?!
She wanted to stop it, but Shen Weiwan used "the rules my aunt said" as a shield, and she couldn't refute it at all. She could only watch as the ten carts of "grains" she had spent a lot of money on were mixed with black incense ash and turned into a pile of real garbage.
In the evening, Shen Weiwan hummed a little tune and prepared to return to the general's mansion. Liu had a stern face and didn't want to say a word.
When passing by the backyard, Shen Weiwan stopped deliberately, looked at the ten carts of "grains" dyed black by incense ash, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Aunt," she turned and smiled, "Look, isn't this more sincere?"
Liu bit her lips hard to prevent herself from cursing out loud.
Just then, a young novice monk came running over with a letter in his hand.
"Miss, someone just asked me to give this to you."
Shen Weiwan took the letter and opened it doubtfully. She saw a line of words written in wild fonts on it:
"Ten carts of grain shook the mountain gate, and the Bodhisattva laughed three times. Next time you try to trick someone, bring me along, how about that?"
The signature is a crooked character "煜".
Shen Weiwan raised her eyebrows, a smile playing on her lips. It turned out to be that Seventh Prince Xiao Yu. How did he know about this? And even sent someone to deliver a letter to Hanshan Temple?
Chuntao came over to take a look and asked curiously, "Miss, who is it?"
Shen Weiwan crumpled the letter into a ball and stuffed it into her sleeve pocket, with a sly smile on her face: "A person who wants to watch the fun."
She looked back at Liu's ashen face, then looked at the ten carts of grain that were so delicious that it could "shove the heavens and earth and make the gods and ghosts weep," and she felt in a good mood.
Although she didn't catch Liu in the act during this trip to Hanshan Temple, she did vent her anger. Most importantly, she discovered that Liu had indeed used a considerable amount of her private funds to prepare the ten carts of grain, and perhaps even embezzled public funds. This was a good opportunity to gather evidence.
"Let's go, auntie," Shen Weiwan smiled harmlessly, "let's go home. In a few days, I'll accompany you to see if these grains have any 'appearance'~"
Seeing her like that, Liu felt dizzy. She had a feeling that since Shen Weiwan "became smarter", her life would become more and more difficult...
Sitting in the carriage, Shen Weiwan touched the paper ball in her sleeve pocket, thinking in her heart. Xiao Yu... This Seventh Prince is becoming more and more interesting. Should I take him with me next time I trick someone? Maybe... I can really consider it?
The carriage rumbled, heading towards the capital. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Shen Weiwan's face, making the light in her eyes shine even brighter. In this life, she not only wanted revenge, but also wanted to live a prosperous life, surprising all those who looked down on her!
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