Chapter 1098: Master, does your conscience hurt?

Thinking of the gold and silver jewels in the cave, her heart still hurts. If she knew that the Huang family hid so much silver, she would dig some back by herself, so that she can make up for the family. She doesn’t have it now. How many taels of silver, the dowry gifts of several sons have not earned all, and Guo'er's dowry is also being earned. Every time she thinks of the batch of gold and silver jewelry, she wants to thwart the Huang family.
There is so much silver in Mingming Mansion, but she is reluctant to take it out and ask her to serve them as a horse. In the end, she still wants Lou Jia Xiangdian. They can't do it, but they still have those things, and they won't be emperor.
"Madam, what's the matter?"
Daxiang asked Sanxi on one side.
"Why is it so gloomy, but who caused her?"
Sanxi said that he didn't know, "Maybe it was blackmailed by Master Jingkong again?"
"Madam is not such a stingy person."
Daxiang absolutely believes in Shen Qingci, his wife is very generous, she will not be so angry because of the silver, her face will be blue.
Xie Si listened to the two idiots fighting over there, only half-squinting his eyes.
Two stupid girls, how could the lady stretch her face because of the silver? She almost thought of it, but it was the stuff in the cave.
It can be worth more than half of the treasury. Everyone must be tempted, and everyone will be greedy.
Shen Qingci is also a human being. If she is a human, she will definitely not be able to escape her own greed, but her rigor, her temperament, in the end, she still gave these things to the court without a penny, and also entered the treasury. .
But even if it is so, can't make her feel sad, make her feel bad, and make her okay?
And I have to say that Xie Si is really the truth.
Those things that Shen Qingci sent were more than distressing. She felt that her heart and liver were hurting. If she knew it, she pulled a little bit. All the things that were pulled down were enough for the old monk to blackmail for several years.
Therefore, she still accepts her fate to make money with her hands.
In fact, she just complained a few words, even if the silver is placed in front of her, to be honest, she might not take it.
The housekeeper outside had already done everything Shen Qing had ordered.
The pickled vegetables will continue to be shipped to Beijing. This kind of pickled vegetables can be stored, but it is also easy to store. When they are placed in the cellar, they can be stored for a few months, so they must be enough for this winter.
When it comes to winter, don't talk about those poor people. I'm afraid that even rich people like them don't have much food to eat. Therefore, this snow vegetable will become a good thing for them all winter.
Shen Qingci sent some of these pickled vegetables to people he knew, even the two ladies of Qin Yao also sent a lot.
Last year, there were very few pickled vegetables, and one of them was delicate and delicate, but even so. Shen Qingci has also been sent out a lot, Wei Guo Mansion, King Jun Mansion, and Lin Shang Shu Mansion are all given away, so for their families, these snow vegetables are really not rare. Things.
But it’s different between the Qin family and the Yao family. They have never eaten pickled vegetables until now. Last year, someone gave one, but they were all given as gifts. This dish was given by others. Even they can't eat a few slices, they are all for the old lady in the house, the old man, and the juniors only need to drink a sip of soup.
So when Mrs. Qin looked at the snow vegetables in this car, the whole person was a little scared.
How can there be so many?
Why did she suddenly feel that her head was a little dizzy, so many, who would dare to eat? I heard that these are all used for gifts. Do they really dare to eat?
Such a carriage, I am afraid there are more than a dozen.
When the guards of the Shuo Palace directly took the Xuecai out of the carriage and discarded it at will, Mrs. Qin felt that she was going to be untenable.
How can this hair be lost? If it hurts a leaf, it would be so distressing.
The guards of King Shuo's Mansion did not have that much patience for these snow vegetables, and of course it was even more unlikely that they were as good to the ancestors as they were. They had to hug them one by one, and then put them carefully.
As far as they are concerned, when they always send these pickled vegetables, they always use them. Not to mention that their mansion itself has planted some pickled vegetables, and every time they send them back from the village, they are more than a dozen. There are so many carriages, this is fine and expensive, it is still food.
Moreover, this dish did not eat less in the expansion. Almost every meal was eaten after being full. I really didn't feel how refined and expensive this dish was.
Fortunately, Mrs. Qin didn’t know this, she would really have to beat her chest if she was afraid. In their mansion, only the old lady and the old lady had eaten this expensive dish, but in the Shuo Palace, they even eat the guards. I don't want to eat anymore.
So it's better not to say, otherwise there will be no friends.
But who asked Shen Qingci and Pao Hengsu to grow these dishes? Whoever let them planted hundreds of acres of pickled vegetables in their own village? Whoever asked them to eat as much as they wanted? , Eating one and losing one is also a success.
After January, the weather turned colder, and Shen Qingci had already stored a lot of charcoal here.
The things that Master Jingkong asked for were all sent to him again on the mountain, as well as hundreds of winter clothes and hundreds of pairs of monk shoes. Not to mention one pair for one person, three pairs for three pairs.
When the guard saw Master Jingkong smile like this, he couldn't help feeling that his scalp was numb. Before Master Jingkong could say anything, he hurried down the mountain, afraid that Master Jingkong would ask for something.
Is this something you can ask for?
This time and again, Master, if your face doesn't burn, will your conscience really not hurt?
And Master Jingkong's face didn't burn naturally, and of course his conscience couldn't hurt.
"There is not much charcoal in the temple..."
The guard's eyes twitched.
Even the movements became stiff, and there was a whistling north wind passing by his ears, almost always blowing his face through a hole, but it was still painful.
But no matter how long he walked and how fast he ran, he still heard the voice of Master Jingkong, that is to say, he had to answer truthfully.
When Shen Qingci heard Master Jingkong's reply, what else was that he was given charcoal, together with a few cotton coats, and then sent to the mountain. These were all for Master Jingkong himself.
Master Jingkong picked up these clothes, and put them in the cabinet on the side. He moved the Buddhist beads in his hands and walked over, and then sat on his futon.
"Acknowledgement, how did you cut the firewood?"
"Master, the monks have been cutting firewood without stopping."