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There was a sudden sound of rain outside the window.

The red candle flickered in the window.

Susu's face was as red as a little hen about to lay eggs.

She was embarrassed and uneasy.

She sat at the table, looked at the red candle, and pulled the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands.

What am I afraid of?

I am already sixteen years old!

Today is a good day for me. My parents are alive in heaven and they will be happy for me.

Fu Xiaoguan hugged Su Su from behind. She trembled all over and couldn't stop shaking.

"Don't be afraid, let's have a drink."

As he spoke, Fu Xiaoguan let go of his arms, poured two glasses of wine, and handed one to Su Su, "According to the custom I once knew, you should have a glass of wine, just like this..."

He taught Su Su while holding a wine glass. Su Su's hand holding the glass was trembling slightly.

"Yes, that's it. Come on, let's drink together."

"Oh..."

Su Su's voice was as low as a mosquito. She raised her head, looked at Fu Xiaoguan boldly, then lowered her head and drank the glass of wine.

"In this way, you will be mine, Fu Xiaoguan, for the rest of your life."

Su Su did not dare to raise her head, becoming more and more shy.

Fu Xiaoguan picked up Su Su, and Su Su curled up in his arms like a frightened cat.

He put Su Su on the bed and lowered the curtain. The autumn rain outside the window seemed to be heavier, and there was a ticking sound, as if the prelude of a song was played.

"Ah...!"

A exclamation exploded in the room, echoed in this huge palace, and then gradually dissipated in the autumn rain, and then the curtains shook slightly.

There was murmuring in a low voice.

There is spring in the air.

The sky is getting brighter, the autumn rain is settling in, and a slight chill is coming.

"What is he doing?"

"I'm practicing the Nine Yang Heart Sutra."

"Why are you so diligent all of a sudden?"

Zhang Pei'er chuckled and said, "I'm afraid I've suffered a lot."

……

……

Also when the sky was getting brighter, a group of people came out of the remote Wanyan tribe.

Led by Peng Yuyan, there are more than forty people.

Among them are her two sons and one daughter, as well as a young monk Kuchan, and the rest are all men from the tribe.

They drove a large group of cattle and sheep towards Muyang County in Qingqi Prefecture in the morning light.

They need to use these cattle and sheep to exchange for the salt that the tribe needs for a year.

"Ku Chan, why don't you go find Fu Xiaoguan?"

The team walked slowly, and Peng Yuyan asked Ku Chan.

"The poor monk thought, he must be busy all day now, and looking for him will only add some trouble to him... These days, the poor monk has figured out a truth."

"Oh, tell me."

"The so-called cause and effect, if you don't ask for the cause, there is no need to get the result. The poor monk thought about it, preached in the tribe, and passed on the Dharma to everyone in the tribe. After they understood the essence of the Dharma, The poor monk went to find another tribe."

"In this way, a poor monk can save many people in his lifetime."

Peng Yuyan smiled and said, "The sect master has taken on a good disciple. I have an idea. Do you want to hear it?"

Ku Chan clasped his hands together and said, "The poor monk is all ears."

"There are no temples in this huge autonomous region. You can build a temple and preach sutras and sermons in the temple. Wouldn't it be able to show the majesty of the Buddha even more?"

When Ku Chan heard this, he frowned in thought, and nodded after a long time, "What Mrs. Peng said makes sense. After the poor monk returned, he went to various tribes to beg for alms."

Peng Yuyan never expected that her casual words 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 and find Fu Xiaoguan, and it will be done soon."

Ku Chan shook his head, "That would be meaningless. What the poor monk thinks is that every brick and tile in the temple will come from the poor monk for alms."

Peng Yuyan said no more, but heard the whispers in the crowd.

"You said, no one has ever discovered salt in our wasteland and autonomous region. How did Ding'an Bo find it as soon as he came?"

"Grandma said this is destiny. The Tuoba clan has been in charge of the grassland for hundreds of years and has not found it. They discovered it as soon as they came. It is also a huge salt field, so this is what Ding Anbo deserves."

"That's right. Let's talk about the purple flower in Ziqizhou. It's hard to imagine that that thing is so useful. I don't know what perfume is."

Peng Yuyan turned around and said with a smile: "Perfume is fragrant water extracted from flowers. Spraying it on the body can remove the odor from the body."

When Wanyan Zong heard this, he was immediately overjoyed, "Wouldn't it also be possible to get rid of the sheep smell from our bodies?"

"It's possible, but that thing is very expensive. It was sold in Jinling City in the Yu Dynasty. A small bottle costs a few taels of silver... This sheep can't be exchanged for a bottle."

A group of young people all gasped, "So expensive? Let's forget it."

The young people became more and more interested, "Coach Peng, is that Ding'an Bo really that powerful? It's not about fighting, but can he really lead us to live a different life?"

Peng Yuyan looked up at the increasingly bright sky, thought for a moment, and then said slowly: "He...he can really make everyone on this prairie live a good life."

“I don’t know what those good days are like?”

"The mountains are full of cattle and sheep, the warehouses are full of grain, everyone can wear good clothes, all children will go to school, all women can wear perfume, all old people will be supported... That's about it."

The crowd fell silent.

Peng Yuyan's words were beyond their understanding. They couldn't imagine what the scene was like, they just thought it was so beautiful.

For more than ten days, these people mostly talked about Fu Xiaoguan, Xinzhou and Lanqi Trade City.

So much so that they finally asked Peng Yuyan for instructions. After exchanging salt, they wanted to visit the Xinzhou Trade City, which was closer.

Peng Yuyan was silent for a long time before nodding in agreement.

This group of young people were naturally happy, but Ku Chan saw the loneliness on Peng Yuyan's face.

In Xinzhou City, there once was a huge mansion, and its name was Anguo Gongfu.

At noon on September 28, Peng Yuyan and his party arrived at the Shili Salt Field outside Muyang County.

Everyone was immediately shocked - looking at the past, it was a large area of ​​white salt dried on the bluestone!

They are like snow in winter, covering the huge salt fields.

Farther away, there are continuous buildings, with busy people coming in and out.

Some people are carrying burdens, and some are pushing carts. The burdens and carts are full of salt!

"Oh my God..." Wanyan Zong was speechless, "How much money is this worth?"

Not to mention them, even Peng Yuyan was extremely shocked at this moment.

She has already seen this white salt, and understands that this white salt is much better than green salt.

A catty of green salt costs 500 yuan, so how much will the white salt sell for?

If these salts are sold, the financial problems of the entire autonomous region will be solved!

So, after the rest of his industries rise, what will the prosperity of this autonomous prefecture look like?

"I think... in one year at most, this good day will come!"

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There was a sudden sound of rain outside the window.

The red candle flickered in the window.

Susu's face was as red as a little hen about to lay eggs.

She was embarrassed and uneasy.

She sat at the table, looked at the red candle, and pulled the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands.

What am I afraid of?

I am already sixteen years old!

Today is a good day for me. My parents are alive in heaven and they will be happy for me.

Fu Xiaoguan hugged Su Su from behind. She trembled all over and couldn't stop shaking.

"Don't be afraid, let's have a drink."

As he spoke, Fu Xiaoguan let go of his arms, poured two glasses of wine, and handed one to Su Su, "According to the custom I once knew, you should have a glass of wine, just like this..."

He taught Su Su while holding a wine glass. Su Su's hand holding the glass was trembling slightly.

"Yes, that's it. Come on, let's drink together."

"Oh..."

Su Su's voice was as low as a mosquito. She raised her head, looked at Fu Xiaoguan boldly, then lowered her head and drank the glass of wine.

"In this way, you will be mine, Fu Xiaoguan, for the rest of your life."

Su Su did not dare to raise her head, becoming more and more shy.

Fu Xiaoguan picked up Su Su, and Su Su curled up in his arms like a frightened cat.

He put Su Su on the bed and lowered the curtain. The autumn rain outside the window seemed to be heavier, and there was a ticking sound, as if the prelude of a song was played.

"Ah...!"

A exclamation exploded in the room, echoed in this huge palace, and then gradually dissipated in the autumn rain, and then the curtains shook slightly.

There was murmuring in a low voice.

There is spring in the air.

The sky is getting brighter, the autumn rain is settling in, and a slight chill is coming.

"What is he doing?"

"I'm practicing the Nine Yang Heart Sutra."

"Why are you so diligent all of a sudden?"

Zhang Pei'er chuckled and said, "I'm afraid I've suffered a lot."

……

……

Also when the sky was getting brighter, a group of people came out of the remote Wanyan tribe.

Led by Peng Yuyan, there are more than forty people.

Among them are her two sons and one daughter, as well as a young monk Kuchan, and the rest are all men from the tribe.

They drove a large group of cattle and sheep towards Muyang County in Qingqi Prefecture in the morning light.

They need to use these cattle and sheep to exchange for the salt that the tribe needs for a year.

"Ku Chan, why don't you go find Fu Xiaoguan?"

The team walked slowly, and Peng Yuyan asked Ku Chan.

"The poor monk thought, he must be busy all day now, and looking for him will only add some trouble to him... These days, the poor monk has figured out a truth."

"Oh, tell me."

"The so-called cause and effect, if you don't ask for the cause, there is no need to get the result. The poor monk thought about it, preached in the tribe, and passed on the Dharma to everyone in the tribe. After they understood the essence of the Dharma, The poor monk went to find another tribe."

"In this way, a poor monk can save many people in his lifetime."

Peng Yuyan smiled and said, "The sect master has taken on a good disciple. I have an idea. Do you want to hear it?"

Ku Chan clasped his hands together and said, "The poor monk is all ears."

"There are no temples in this huge autonomous region. You can build a temple and preach sutras and sermons in the temple. Wouldn't it be able to show the majesty of the Buddha even more?"

When Ku Chan heard this, he frowned in thought, and nodded after a long time, "What Mrs. Peng said makes sense. After the poor monk returned, he went to various tribes to beg for alms."

Peng Yuyan never expected that her casual words 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 and find Fu Xiaoguan, and it will be done soon."

Ku Chan shook his head, "That would be meaningless. What the poor monk thinks is that every brick and tile in the temple will come from the poor monk for alms."

Peng Yuyan said no more, but heard the whispers in the crowd.

"You said, no one has ever discovered salt in our wasteland and autonomous region. How did Ding'an Bo find it as soon as he came?"

"Grandma said this is destiny. The Tuoba clan has been in charge of the grassland for hundreds of years and has not found it. They discovered it as soon as they came. It is also a huge salt field, so this is what Ding Anbo deserves."

"That's right. Let's talk about the purple flower in Ziqizhou. It's hard to imagine that that thing is so useful. I don't know what perfume is."

Peng Yuyan turned around and said with a smile: "Perfume is fragrant water extracted from flowers. Spraying it on the body can remove the odor from the body."

When Wanyan Zong heard this, he was immediately overjoyed, "Wouldn't it also be possible to get rid of the sheep smell from our bodies?"

"It's possible, but that thing is very expensive. It was sold in Jinling City in the Yu Dynasty. A small bottle costs a few taels of silver... This sheep can't be exchanged for a bottle."

A group of young people all gasped, "So expensive? Let's forget it."

The young people became more and more interested, "Coach Peng, is that Ding'an Bo really that powerful? It's not about fighting, but can he really lead us to live a different life?"

Peng Yuyan looked up at the increasingly bright sky, thought for a moment, and then said slowly: "He...he can really make everyone on this prairie live a good life."

“I don’t know what those good days are like?”

"The mountains are full of cattle and sheep, the warehouses are full of grain, everyone can wear good clothes, all children will go to school, all women can wear perfume, all old people will be supported... That's about it."

The crowd fell silent.

Peng Yuyan's words were beyond their understanding. They couldn't imagine what the scene was like, they just thought it was so beautiful.

For more than ten days, these people mostly talked about Fu Xiaoguan, Xinzhou and Lanqi Trade City.

So much so that they finally asked Peng Yuyan for instructions. After exchanging salt, they wanted to visit the Xinzhou Trade City, which was closer.

Peng Yuyan was silent for a long time before nodding in agreement.

This group of young people were naturally happy, but Ku Chan saw the loneliness on Peng Yuyan's face.

In Xinzhou City, there once was a huge mansion, and its name was Anguo Gongfu.

At noon on September 28, Peng Yuyan and his party arrived at the Shili Salt Field outside Muyang County.

Everyone was immediately shocked - looking at the past, it was a large area of ​​white salt dried on the bluestone!

They are like snow in winter, covering the huge salt fields.

Farther away, there are continuous buildings, with busy people coming in and out.

Some people are carrying burdens, and some are pushing carts. The burdens and carts are full of salt!

"Oh my God..." Wanyan Zong was speechless, "How much money is this worth?"

Not to mention them, even Peng Yuyan was extremely shocked at this moment.

She has already seen this white salt, and understands that this white salt is much better than green salt.

A catty of green salt costs 500 yuan, so how much will the white salt sell for?

If these salts are sold, the financial problems of the entire autonomous region will be solved!

So, after the rest of his industries rise, what will the prosperity of this autonomous prefecture look like?

"I think... in one year at most, this good day will come!"