Suddenly there was the sound of rain outside the window.
The red candle flickered in the window.
Susu's face was as red as a hen about to lay eggs.
She was embarrassed and uneasy.
She sat at the table, looking at the red candle, holding her clothes tightly with both hands.
What am I afraid of?
I'm already sixteen years old!
Today is a good day for me. If my parents are in heaven, they will be happy for me.
Fu Xiaoguan hugged Susu from behind, and she trembled all over and couldn't stop shaking.
"Don't be afraid, let's have a couple of drinks."
Fu Xiaoguan loosened his arms, poured two glasses of wine, and handed one to Susu. "According to the customs I know, we should drink a cup of wine together, like this..."
He held the wine glass and taught Susu, and Susu's hand holding the glass was shaking slightly.
"Yes, that's it. Come, let's drink together."
"oh……."
Su Su's voice was as low as a mosquito. She raised her head and looked at Fu Xiaoguan boldly, then lowered her head and drank the glass of wine.
"Now, you belong to me, Fu Xiaoguan, for the rest of your life."
Su Su didn't dare to look up and became more and more shy.
Fu Xiaoguan picked up Susu and she curled up in his arms like a frightened cat.
He put Susu on the bed and lowered the curtains. The autumn rain outside the window seemed to be heavier, and a dripping sound could be heard, as if playing the prelude to a song.
A cry of surprise exploded in the room, echoing throughout the vast palace before gradually dissipating in the autumn rain...
The air is filled with the spirit of spring.
The sky gradually brightened, the autumn rain stopped, and a slight chill came over.
"What is he doing?"
"I'm practicing the Nine Yang Heart Sutra."
"Why are you suddenly so diligent?"
Zhang Pei'er chuckled, "I'm afraid I've suffered."
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At the same time as the sky was getting brighter, a group of people came out from the remote Wanyan tribe.
Led by Peng Yuyan, there were more than forty people.
Among them were her two sons, one daughter, and a little monk named Kuchan. The rest were all men in the tribe.
They drove a large herd of cattle and sheep, and headed towards Muyang County, Qingqi Prefecture in the morning light.
They needed to use these cattle and sheep to exchange for the salt the tribe needed for a year.
"Ku Chan, why don't you go look for Fu Xiaoguan?"
The team was moving slowly, and Peng Yuyan asked Ku Chan a question.
"I think he must be busy all day now. Going to him will only cause him more trouble... But these days, I have come to understand a truth."
"Oh, tell me about it."
"As for the so-called cause and effect, if you don't seek the cause, how can you expect the result? I have made up my mind. I will preach the Dharma in the tribe and pass on the Dharma to everyone in the tribe. After they understand the essence of the Dharma, I will look for the next tribe."
"In this way, I believe that I, a poor monk, can save many people in my lifetime."
Peng Yuyan smiled broadly, "The Sect Master has indeed accepted a good disciple. I have an idea. Would you like to hear it?"
Kuchan clasped his hands together and said, "I am all ears."
"There are no temples in this vast autonomous region. You could build one and preach the sutras there. Wouldn't that further demonstrate the Buddha's majesty?"
Ku Chan frowned and thought for a long time after hearing this. He nodded and said, "Madam Peng, what you said makes sense. After I return, I will travel around the tribes to beg for alms."
Peng Yuyan never expected that her casual remark would allow Buddhism to take root and sprout in this land, and gradually evolve into a unique Buddhist culture different from that of Fan State.
"Go find Fu Xiaoguan, and this will be done soon."
Kuchan shook his head. "That would be meaningless. As I wish, every brick and tile of that temple will be obtained through alms collected by me."
Peng Yuyan didn't say anything else, but she heard whispers from the crowd.
"You said, in this desert, in this autonomous region, no one has ever discovered salt before. How did that Earl Ding'an find it right away?"
"Grandma said this was destiny. The Tuoba clan ruled the grasslands for hundreds of years but couldn't find it. But we found it right away, and it's a huge salt field. So this is what Earl Ding'an deserves."
"Yeah, take the purple flower from Ziqizhou for example. It's hard to believe that it's actually very useful. I don't even know what perfume is."
Peng Yuyan turned around and smiled, "Perfume is a fragrant water extracted from flowers. Spraying it on your body can remove bad odors."
When Wanyan Zong heard this, he was immediately delighted, "Wouldn't it be possible to get rid of this mutton smell on us?"
"Of course, it's possible, but that stuff is very expensive. It's sold in Jinling City of the Yu Dynasty. A small bottle costs several taels of silver... This sheep can't even be exchanged for a bottle."
The group of young people were all amazed. "So exquisite? Forget it."
The young men became increasingly interested. "Coach Peng, is that Earl Ding'an really that powerful? It's not about fighting, but can he really lead us to a different life?"
Peng Yuyan looked up at the increasingly bright sky, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said, "He... he really can make everyone on this prairie live a good life."
"I wonder what that good day will look like?"
"The mountains will be filled with cattle and sheep, the granaries will be full of grain, everyone will be able to wear good clothes, all children will go to school, all women will be able to use perfume, and all the elderly will be provided for... That's about it."
The crowd fell silent.
What Peng Yuyan said was beyond their comprehension. They couldn't imagine what the scene was like, they just thought it was beautiful.
For more than ten days, these people mostly talked about Fu Xiaoguan, Xinzhou and Lanqi Commercial City.
So they finally asked Peng Yuyan for permission, and after exchanging the salt, they wanted to go to the closer Xinzhou Commercial City.
Peng Yuyan was silent for a long time before nodding in agreement.
The group of young people were naturally delighted, but only Ku Chan saw the desolation on Peng Yuyan's face.
There used to be a huge mansion in Xinzhou City, and its name was Anguogong Mansion.
At noon on September 28, Peng Yuyan and his party arrived at the Shili Salt Field outside Muyang County.
Everyone was shocked at once - looking over, they saw a large area of white salt drying on the bluestone slabs!
They cover the vast salt pans like snow in winter.
And further away, there are rows of houses, with busy people coming in and out.
Some people carried loads on their shoulders, some pushed carts, and the loads and carts were full of salt!
"Oh my god..." Wanyan Zong was speechless. "How much silver is this worth?"
Not to mention them, even Peng Yuyan was extremely shocked at this moment.
She had seen the white salt and knew that it was much better than the green salt.
Green salt costs 500 coins per pound, so how much will the white salt sell for?
Once these salts are sold, the financial problems of the entire autonomous region will be solved!
So, once his other industries flourish, how prosperous will this autonomous prefecture be?
"I think... in a year at most, this good day will come!"
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