After listening to what Li Yi said, everyone thought it made sense, but they found something wrong.

Li Yi continued to flip through the account books, okay, this is good, this Foguang Temple has 420,000 pieces.

Where is it? Wu Zetian cultivated it in Ziwei City, no wonder.

This, Tongde Temple, 390,000 tins, is also in Ziwei City, the imperial city!

This money is a bit small, will the temple in Ouchi be poor? Wu Ze is naive and stingy.

Li Yi looked at it one by one. Once everything in Ziwei City did not exceed 400,000 pieces, he looked disgusted.

"Xiaoyi, why don't you print a redemption coupon of 10,000 yuan per piece? It's more convenient to carry."

Bi Gou realized that how to spend a redemption coupon of one thousand pieces?

When others saw it, they thought it was fake. Who has ever seen a thousand redemption coupon?

"Some things don't have ten thousand pieces of money together, otherwise do you think I won't print it?

I understand what you mean, you can spend a large transaction, buy grain in a boat, and get a thousand pieces of money.

The other party happily put the food to the temple. Isn’t that enough?”

Li Yi said lightly, putting the rich temple.

Bi Gou looked like you lied to me: "Is there anyone really going to accept it?"

"If you have it, I will accept it. Not only will I receive the money, I will also give them things." Li Yi said seriously.

"Brother Yi, what do you want to give them?" Li Longji wanted to know.

"Kerosene lamps, two are given for one temple, plus a thermos, and from Jingzhao Mansion.

When I gave it to them, I told them that the soldiers in front of me could not use these things, it was too expensive.

But they have, and hope that they will pray for the bloody soldiers fighting by the pass.

By the way, ask the temples in Jingzhao Prefecture, are you willing to exchange things for large-value exchange coupons that are convenient to carry?"

Li Yi still had the expression just now, as if he was indeed considering the monks and Taoists.

Li Longji: "…"

"Brother Yi, are you forcing them to pay for luxury goods in the farm?" He understood.

What are you giving away? The soldiers fought in blood and gave it to the monks and Taoists?

The monks and Taoists are not lacking in scrupulousness, so what is the difference between explicitly asking them?

Li Yi's head was shaking like a rattle: "No, I never force others to do things they don't want to do. They have a kerosene lamp, which is good for their eyes when reading books at night."

"I thought it was OK." Yao Chong supported: "The guards in Lijiazhuang had their eyes blinded when fighting with the enemy. The monks and Taoists who could pray for their blessings must protect their eyes."

Yao Chong said with a kind expression on his face, but the sound sounded like the weather outside, and it was a bit cold.

"When the Songshan side comes here, we will settle the account book together. I will take it back and leave it at home and be happy." Li Yi was about to take the account book away.

"Don't, Xiaoyi, this is your Zhuangzi, I want to see more."

Bigou stopped him, but everyone was not happy enough.

"Well, if you feel uncomfortable, remember to inhale oxygen. It's cold, which is not good for your cardiovascular."

Li Yi was afraid that they would get angry, so he wanted to take it away. Since he wanted to stay, he would stay and send someone to take care of him.

After saying that, he left and shared the good news with Princess Yongmu. Princess Yongmu is not afraid of being angry.

...

Li Yi did it as soon as he said that, and went back to ask the newspaper printing workshop to print out the temple property in Luoyang. At the same time, he sent someone to send them kerosene lamps, thermos, and one temple to two people.

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers!"

"Li Dongzhu, the Lijiazhuangzi of Bashui, gave the temple kerosene lamp and thermos bottle to pray for the soldiers of the border."

"The property of Luoyang Palace Temple has been initially checked, and Li Dong takes away half of it."

On another morning, the newspaper boy shouted and sold newspapers and delivered them.

Ye Fashan got a portion of it, thick and cheap, he opened it and looked at it.

Before he could finish reading, Sima Chengzhen, who was watching the fast speed next to him, sighed: "It's over! The money is revealed, and Li Yi's plan is not half the plan."

Shan Wuwei, who was also quick to see, followed, "It's not easy to deal with in Jingzhao Mansion. You need to ask Li Yi how much you want to sell."

Ye Fashan didn't say anything after hearing this, and looked at it by himself, "The catastrophe should have donated 10,000 or 20,000 yuan to the soldiers of the border."

He read it again; "Not only Jingzhao Mansion, Henan Mansion, wait. After they buy kerosene lamps and thermos, Xiao Yi will send it to temples and temples in various parts of the Tang Dynasty one after another."

"Where do you hide the money elsewhere?" Sima Chengzhen asked, and after asking, he shook his head: "Life is more important than money."

He instantly figured out whoever didn't pay the money would be targeted, and if there was a slight mistake...

How many temples can guarantee that their monks and Taoists will not make mistakes? The mistake has nothing to do with the size.

Sure enough, it is a catastrophe against the two religions of Buddhism and Taoism.

"It's just money, but the Taoist tradition is not lost. We should have begged for alms and have dinner."

Shan Wuwei was open-minded. He was born in the royal family and served as the emperor, and gave up his position.

He is the most willing to let go of money. As long as he does not kill people or burn books, he will eat like begging for alms after the money is gone.

He begs for alms a lot, and later he became famous and then he had a special offering. Occasionally he still had to change his fate.

Ye Fashan nodded: "Those who focus on the Tao should know that this is the Tao and should have some enlightenment."

"Fusheng Immortal Heavenly Lord!" Sima Chengzhen began to mumble after saying that, "Song of the scriptures, there is nothing to say."

After reading the newspaper, the people outside were stunned. Is there so much money in the temple?

"We went in that day and didn't see it, just some tables, fragrant and sesame oil."

"Some, there is a little money, and the merit box is all in the benevolent house with other things."

"Too few, compared to this..."

"hair."

"Yes, it's so mao!"

"They hid, did they see it? Humph! I have money!"

"You can get half of it."

"How much does Master Li get will be used for us people in the end. What do you say about the remaining half?"

"Get it, grab it again."

"I can't get it. When I came here, the people from the Sixteen Guards protected a temple, and there were all other guarantees."

"Lord Li actually gave them something. What did Lord Li think?"

"Pray to the soldiers."

"Work them to pray? I want to go to the Martyrs' Cemetery to see it."

"I'll go tomorrow! I haven't finished my work today, so I'll go with you tomorrow."

"Okay, I'm going to work, I don't have food to eat if I don't work."

The people were talking, angry, confused, and continued to work.

Whether it was the monks and Taoists from Henan Prefecture, or from Jingzhao Prefecture, they were stunned at this moment.

They are smarter than the people. What should Li Yi do? He killed them all?

Jingzhao Mansion believes that it has nothing to do with us. Look, we are still working.

They all looked for the "powerful people" and asked for solutions, but in the end, the real people and the monks went into seclusion one after another.

After reading the newspaper, the scholar felt uncomfortable. He had a lot of money. The content of the newspaper had pointed out that the soldiers were fighting to kill the enemy, and...

Soon the scholars were looking forward happily again, and the newspaper clearly stated that they were asked to buy kerosene lamps and thermos, which were very expensive.
Chapter completed!