The Princess of Northern Land

"Here, is this a day's income?" Master Huilian asked excitedly. Ding'an Temple is a big temple, and as a knowledgeable monk in the temple, he usually doesn't see much money. But vegetarian food is different. In the opinion of Master Huilian, vegetarian food is too ordinary and ordinary wealthy people simply don't like it.

The price of Suzhai was so high that ordinary people couldn't afford it. On the first day of business, he waited with the attitude that no customers would come. But he didn't expect that reality gave him a big surprise.

"Amitabha." The presiding master closed his eyes and recited the Buddha's name, seemingly not caring at all about the money in front of him.

Master Huizhen secretly winked at Lin Ziyin, expressing his happy mood.

"Soy sauce, sauces, vinegar, chili and seasonings cannot be copied by anyone outside, so I don't have to worry about not being famous for vegetarian food in the future. However, the productivity at home is limited at the moment, so it is possible to provide them to the monks in the temple for the time being. Less." Lin Ziyin said.

"The donor does not need to blame himself." The host master finally opened his eyes. His eyes were bright and energetic, and he looked deeply at Lin Ziyin.

Lin Ziyin sat up straight. She had full respect for the master in charge. Because through rare contact, she knew that the old monk in front of her was definitely a compassionate and broad-minded person.

"The monks are all empty-handed. The donor is kind-hearted and has helped a lot of monks in the temple. The old man and the monks in the temple are very grateful. As for the seasoning, the donor does not have to worry about it." The master in charge looked at her with respect and kindness.

Lin Ziyin felt relieved immediately after hearing this. It wouldn't be a good idea to have a bad relationship with the temple because of something about some seasoning. The host master is indeed a good person.

Thinking of the relationship between the abbot and Chu Suifeng, as well as the temple's past care for his family, Lin Ziyin thought twice in his mind and decided to help the temple again, "Master abbot, Master Huilian, to be honest, my family is in trouble. I am busy planting experimental fields, I wonder if the masters are interested in participating?"

"What experimental field?" Huilian asked with interest.

Master Huizhen glared at him directly, and then he realized that he was too impatient and did not fit the image of a monk. Looking up at the host master again, Huilian couldn't help but lowered her head. The host was also staring at him.

Lin Ziyin smiled slightly, "Since a monk can't live without a human character, he can't live without eating, drinking, and eating. Our Fengcheng is located in the north, and the weather is much colder than that in the south of the Yangtze River. The rice planted is really pitiful. I think without the prince’s order, the people of Fengcheng might not even be willing to plant it.”

Speaking of this, she paused deliberately and saw that the host master and the others were all focused on listening to her. Lin Ziyin continued with a smile, "Most of the monks in the temple eat coarse grains, especially there are many monks in the temple who are warrior monks. They have many activities every day and naturally consume a lot. If this continues, it will be harmful to the monks." It’s not a good thing to say.”

"Donor Lin observed very carefully. Here in Fengcheng, the cold days are longer and more severe in winter than in the south. It is indeed not suitable for growing rice. The rice harvest is not good, but the soldiers guarding the border are light. It is not good to rely on beans and sorghum to satisfy hunger forever." Master Huizhen said with a sigh.

"There is a lot of rain in Fengcheng, and the temperature in summer and autumn is not much lower than that in the south of the Yangtze River. Why doesn't rice grow well here?" Lin Ziyin asked, "Does Master know the reason?"

"One leaf, one flower, one world, I don't know." The host replied seriously.

"Although part of the land in the temple is taken care of by the monks in the temple, most of it is rented to nearby farmers. The monks in the temple also farm the land according to the weather. Who knows why the rice yield is not high. Master Huilian replied with a wry smile.