The Princess of Northern Land-Chapter 84 - Quick Wit (2)_1
Chapter 84 -84: Quick Wit (2)_1
Chapter 84 -84: Quick Wit (2)_1
The old woman was itching to react.
“What’s the rush? Wait till we have the recipe, you can deal with that country girl however you like.” The young woman held her back.
The maiden sat alone brooding, “Fine, let’s grant her a few more days, for my sister-in-law’s sake.”
Having left the tea house, Lin Changshu’s back was soaked with cold sweat, he looked at Lin Ziyin with a worried expression, “Ziyin, what should we do? Those two figures are not to be underestimated, I’m afraid they won’t give up easily.”
Lin Ziyin was also in deep thought, feeling somewhat sad. Being born in ancient times, there was absolutely no mention of human rights. The better one’s background was, the more respected they were.
She had long expected that others would be jealous of her family’s business, but never thought it would come this fast. First it was the bullies at the market, and now even the high-class families were directly trying to snatch their business.
Last time someone had stepped in to help, but this time the Lin family had no one to rely on.
Lin Ziyin stood on the street, somewhat at a loss.
“Ziyin.” Seeing her eyes were lifeless as if she had been dealt a serious blow, Lin Changshu felt a mixture of worry and heartache. He was afraid she might fall ill due to the stress, “If it comes to that, just sell them the recipe. Don’t push yourself.”
“Let’s go to Ding’an Temple and find the Abbot.” Lin Ziyin suddenly said.
“What?” Lin Changshu was startled, then he tried to dissuade her with a bit of helplessness, “Although the Abbot is compassionate, he won’t involve himself in secular matters. Your visit there might be in vain.”
“If we don’t try, how will we know the result?” In the blink of an eye, there was no trace of frustration on Lin Ziyin’s brow.
Without any better plan, Lin Changshu, hoping for a miracle, followed her to the hillside monastery.
“Amitābha.” It wasn’t noon yet, so the pilgrims were still gathered in great numbers in Ding’an Temple, and every monk in the temple was busy.
Because the Lin Family had recently provided tofu to the temple, many of the monks in the temple recognized Lin Changshu and his companions.
Upon hearing that Lin Ziyin and Lin Changshu specifically wanted to meet the Host and the Guest Monk, the monk who was informed didn’t cause any difficulties and went straight in to report.
In a short while, the plump Guest Monk, Master Hui Lian, came out to meet them.
“Amitābha, what brings you here, Benefactor Lin?” Master Hui Lian asked with a frown.
With a faint smile, Lin Ziyin replied, “I want to propose a joint venture.”
“As monks, we practice detachment from all material possessions. Benefactor, you’re making a joke.” Master Hui Lian refused directly, his hands clasped together, not even willing to listen to the nature of the business.
Lin Changshu stood to the side, a little embarrassed. Everyone knows that monks don’t involve themselves in the affairs of the lay world. It was outlandish that Ziyin approached the monk for business talks, so it wasn’t surprising that she was met with an unfriendly reception.
The proposal I want to discuss with Master is special and closely related to the health of the monks and the temple’s expenses.” But Lin Ziyin, unfazed, patiently explained along her thought process.
“Amitābha, Benefactor, if you wish to do business, it would be better to discuss it with others. I have other duties, so I will take my leave first.” The Guest Monk had no interest in her proposal.
“Although tofu can increase the nutrition of the monks, without good oil, it can’t fundamentally improve their physical constitution.
I have a recipe for making vegetarian oil. I was hoping to provide convenience for the Masters, but since the Master isn’t interested, we’ll take our leave. We didn’t mean to disturb you.” In one breath, Lin Ziyin finished her thoughts without giving away any sense of impatience, “Big brother, the Master isn’t interested, let’s go.”
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“Wait.” After hearing what Lin Ziyin had said, the Guest Monk’s eyes lit up, and he immediately stopped her.
“Hm? Is there anything else, Master?” Lin Ziyin asked, pretending to be nonchalant.
“Amitābha, Benefactor, do you truly possess a recipe for vegetarian oil?” The Guest Monk asked, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
“We haven’t started pressing oil yet, but I can assure you that once our oil mill is ready, we will definitely produce vegetarian oil.” Lin Ziyin replied confidently, “Not only can vegetarian oil be used to cook, but even for making pastries, it’s better.”
The Guest Monk’s eyes shone even brighter.
“If you only wish to sell the vegetarian oil, you could discuss the matter with our librarian.” He told Lin Ziyin.
