Mei Zhenyi casually pulled out the name of the Supreme Immortal of Donghua, which was Ming Chongyan who used to deceive Lu Chunyang, and now he put on the unknown Taoist priest's head. Hearing this, the old lady stood up, held Mei Zhenyi's shoulder and said tremblingly: "Young Master, you have seen that immortal? Did he really ask you to come? You won't deceive me, right?"

Ji Shancheng quickly explained: "This is the youngest son of Duke Mei of Southern Lu Hou. My mother must have heard of it. Recently, he served as the miracle doctor Sun Simiao in Qiyunguan. How could he lie to you?"

"Oh——So that's true. Thank you so much. Thank God." The old lady breathed a long sigh, her legs were weak and she almost stood firm. Ji Shancheng hurriedly hugged her mother. Mei Zhenyi said: "The old man is very strong, but he has been exhausted these days, and he has not had good rest and diet. He will be fine after a few days of recovery.... Since the immortal Donghua asked me to pass the message, you don't have to worry about your own affairs anymore. I will help others to the end, so please rest assured."

Mei Zhenyi cured the old lady's "disease" in this way. She had no prescription or prescribed medicine. She just said a few words. Is this considered pretending to be a god? There are many techniques for pretending to be a god, and it depends on how to use it. Since the cause of the old lady's disease is to collide with the gods, then the antidote is also a god who passes the message.

Ji Shancheng was naturally grateful to Mei Zhenyi and wanted to pull the whole family out to kowtow. Mei Zhenyi stopped him from thanking him repeatedly. When he left the restaurant, Ji Shancheng kept sending them to the entrance of the Peach Blossom Road. Mei Zhenyi asked specifically before getting on the horse: "Shopkeeper, Lingtang's illness has been cured, but have you ever thought about what to do with the business of the restaurant?"

Storekeeper Ji smiled bitterly: "As long as the family is healthy, the restaurant business will be counted as a day. Does Mr. Mei have any advice?"

Mei Zhenyi asked without any hesitation: "Have you heard of crisis public relations?"

Manager Ji looked puzzled: "What is Mr. Mei talking about? I'm so dull and don't know what it means." Of course, he had never heard of this modern term. Not only him, but others around him were also confused.

Mei Zhenyi smiled mysteriously and waved: "Shopkeeper Ji, come here." He leaned into Storekeeper Ji's ear and muttered for a long time, then raised his hand and patted Storekeeper Ji on the shoulder and said: "That's it, do you remember?"

Manager Ji nodded in confusion: "Is this appropriate? Will you commit crimes against the immortal?"

"You can do it yourself. Either the whole family will tie their necks to drink the northwest wind, or do as I said." Mei Zhenyi turned over and said immediately: "Don't worry, there is no problem. Even if the business is not as popular as before, it can at least last until your home brews new wine. I will give you another peach talisman inscription. The first sentence is 'The mountain flavor is here, and the immortals are wandering', and the next sentence is 'Good wine goes with the immortals, and the fine wine comes by themselves', please ask someone to carve it into a big sign and hang it at the entrance of the restaurant."

What did Mei Zhenyi teach him? A very creative idea is to do the opposite. Don’t hide this matter, but promote it with great fantasy, but add some ingredients to the story. For example, the Taoist priest has been drinking for three years and gave the fine wine in the well for three years with the immortal method. These must be truthfully promoted, but a little bit of rumors must be added. It is said that the Taoist priest left a sentence before leaving: "This delicious food is hard to enjoy together in the world. Three years have passed, and the fine wine should not be greedy for it."

Among the people, what news spreads the fastest? At that time, there was no TV, newspapers and the Internet. This was the magical gossip that was passed down from word to word. For a moment, Wanjia Hotel became the focus of chatting in the streets and alleys of Wuzhou. This joke was even adapted by storytellers and preached in major tea shops. The advertisements focused on the focus effect. At that time, these were advertisements that cost money. So many people passed by here and would go to Wanjia Hotel to eat, experience the place where the immortals stopped, and visit the legendary well in the backyard. Many people even came here as they did before.

Wanjia Hotel no longer sells wine because some immortals said that they would not let them sell. If you want to come here for dinner and food, please bring your own wine. This trick is quite strange, but it aroused people's appetite. The business of Wanjia Hotel gradually recovers. People who run hotels know that the profits of wine are the largest, especially home-made famous wines. In this way, the hotel's largest profit project is gone, but the profits of the food business can still be maintained. Besides, the wild game produced by this hotel is really good and worthy of the customers who come to the door.

After another three or five years, the old chrysanthemum is brewed again. I can make up another story, just say that the immortal gave Manager Ji a dream, saying, "It is a pity that there is no such fine wine in Wuzhou. Although the old chrysanthemum in your family is not as good as the fairyland wine, it is also called a good wine in the world..." Then, it can be sold naturally, and there is another advertising effect, and the restaurant will completely turn over.

Mei Zhenyi made an idea, and Storekeeper Ji took medicine according to the prescription. After a try, it worked. These are all things that will not be mentioned for the time being. Mei Zhenyi casually said a limerick poem, asking Storekeeper Ji to go back to be the inscription of the peach talisman in front of the restaurant, and then left. Mei Liufa praised: "Good poems, good poems, the young master is really literary!"

Mei Zhenyi smiled a little angry and said, "You are too flattering. A rumor can be considered a good poem? Don't speak like this in front of others. If you spread it, let others laugh at me for my ignorance and arrogance!" This is the era of the most prosperous poetry style in the Tang Dynasty. There are countless famous works in history. Mei Zhenyi dare not show off her literary talent in this era. The peach talisman inscriptions that she just chanted casually were not even neatly even the parallelism, and she blushed when she heard such praise.

Mei Liufa shook his head and said, "Young Master is such a bad word. You can express your words after just a few days of reading. Then you will definitely be a well-educated person with a lot of articles in the future. I suspect you are the Wenqu Star who has descended to earth!" Everyone laughed in one sentence, and it is said that you are wearing flattery and not wearing anything.

Everyone was talking and laughing and walking back along the Ten Mile Peach Blossom Road. At this time, a Taoist priest with a high hairpin was floating across the street, wearing a blue-gray Taoist robe and a wine gourd hanging around his waist. His appearance was very simple and elegant. When the Taoist saw this group of people riding on horseback, he raised his eyes and stared at Mei Zhenyi, and let out a "Huh" sound from his mouth.

Mei Zhenyi also saw this Taoist priest. When she thought about it, she suddenly thought that this person's description was very similar to the Taoist priest described by Storekeeper Ji. But without having time to think about it, he was riding on a horse and walking forward. The Taoist priest's footsteps were also very fast, and he passed by in a blink of an eye. When the Taoist priest's figure had disappeared in the peach blossom forest, singing kept coming from behind Mei Zhenyi-

I know that you have good fortune in your heroic bones, so I can teach you that you are in a daze.

The Crystal Palace in Hanyuan Hall clearly points to the Cave of Gods.

A real man must stick to the true secret.

The five elements match the sword and the sword, and the turtle and snake are inverted.

The three corpse gods must be thoroughly beaten...

The singing kept coming, and the sound of the Ten Mile Peach Blossom Road was very clear all the way. Mei Zhenyi frowned and said, "Did you hear it? Who is singing?"

Everyone else shook their heads: "No, I didn't hear anything. Master, did you hear it wrong? It's getting late, so let's go back soon." Mei Zhenyi was surprised and uneasy, but she didn't say anything more. She raised her whip and urged the horse to speed up, and the singing gradually stopped hearing it.

When he returned to Qiyunguan, he was surprised to find that Zhang Guo was not there. After asking the people, he found out that Mei Yi took his family to Jingwu Villa today, and also received another "distinguished guest". The Chang'an Marquis Mansion invited a gentleman to Wuzhou to be Mei Zhenyi's enlightenment teacher, teach him his writing and his studies, and also manage the Mei family's industry in Wuzhou. Mei Zhenyi felt very strange when she heard this. Do you need to hire a teacher from Chang'an specifically? His "father" should not do this. Besides, the Marquis has left Chang'an and went to the military camp outside the border, so how can he have time to take care of these matters? The arrival of this gentleman is probably another article.

If you have articles, you have articles. Mei Zhenyi doesn’t care much. He can even handle the old fairy Zhang Guo, but he can’t deal with the teacher from Chang’an? He really treats him as a child, but he has never seen any tricks in the world. After dinner that day, he went to find his master Sun Simiao. He had any doubts in his heart, so of course he would ask the old man for advice.

"Teng'er, do you think that the old mother of the Ji family is really a greedy person who wants inexhaustible?" After hearing the story of Wanjia Hotel, Sun Simiao asked thoughtfully.

Mei Zhenyi: "Of course not. Some people say that she is greedy and suffers herself, which makes her family tired, but I don't think she can say that. That old lady is a good person, so I took the initiative to treat her heart disease."

Sun Simiao's eyes lit up: "Oh, then how do you say this?"

Mei Zhenyi: "Is this what ordinary people can do when the Ji family and the mother of the Taoist priest whom they have never met for three years? If such people are considered greedy, wouldn't there be no good people in the world? As for the words of raising pigs with wine, they are just talking about it at the same time, which is also the common sense of ordinary people. They are ordinary people and cannot be punished for their customs."

Sun Simiao nodded: "I have finished drinking for three years, but I won't count it, and I'll punish you? Can the Taoist priest's actions be clearly distinguished?"

Mei Zhenyi: "Right and wrong are clear, and what you do is very mysterious. You are praised by everyone. You can't be said to be a bad person, but I don't like it."

Sun Simiao: "What do you say?"

Mei Zhenyi: "The Taoist priest drank the Ji family for three years and returned the wells of the Ji family for three years. This not only shows that he has great supernatural powers, but also has good deeds. It is clear that he is a bad person. But when he thinks about the difficulties the Ji family has suffered today, his ancestors' property is almost out of order. It is not because of Ji's mother's words, what if the Taoist priest had never appeared at all?"

Sun Simiao replied: "If the Taoist priest had never appeared, the business of Wanjia Hotel in the past three years might not be very prosperous, but it would not have encountered great joy and sorrow like now. It is still selling his old Chunhuang, Wanjia Hotel or Wanjia Hotel. Do you want to say that?"

Mei Zhenyi: "There is something wrong with saying this. The Taoist priest let his family produce fine wine for three years, and he did not feel sorry for his family. Some people also said that Manager Ji had no foresight and even abandoned his ancestral cellar. He had his own responsibility."

Sun Simiao smiled and asked back, "What would you do if it were you? If there was good wine in your well, would you start brewing again? How many people in this world will do this?"

Mei Zhenyi nodded and said, "Thank you for your advice, I understand."

Sun Simiao: "What do you understand?"

Mei Zhenyi: "The Taoist priest had been in love with the wine in the well for three years. There was nothing wrong with it on the surface, but he studied the truth carefully. He regarded ordinary people as chess pieces, but the Ji family could not withstand such games. He almost had a serious illness and was not protected by his ancestors. He was playing in the world like this, so it would be better not to appear!"

Sun Simiao thought, "What you said is reasonable, but this matter is not a dead end, and the Taoist priest is not a frame-up. Didn't you teach the Ji family a way? If you do what you said, your business will be better in the future, and it should be given by the Taoist priest."

Mei Zhenyi frowned: "The fact may be this, but not everyone in the world..." He stopped talking and felt embarrassed to continue talking.

Sun Simiao followed this sentence for him: "But not everyone in the world can be as smart as you? Do you want to say this? But today you came up with a good idea. As long as the Ji family acted accordingly, you would not encounter real difficulties. Since you intervened, you are also in the law of fate! That Taoist priest has the supernatural powers, and maybe he could also predict this ending?"

Mei Zhenyi: "What if I just talk about the matter and don't talk about the mystery of magical powers? That Taoist is still inappropriate in behavior, and I don't want to play opponents with the Ji family and his son... In the afternoon, I saw a Taoist priest at the foot of Jingting Mountain. He was very similar to the description of Storekeeper Ji. He heard his singing along the way, and the rest of the people were inaudible. What do you think is going on?"

Sun Simiao closed his eyes slightly and pondered for a moment before opening his eyes and said, "You are already on the way to enlightenment, so keep the way you understand in your heart. Don't be surprised if you see it."

...

The person sent from Chang'an was Cheng Xuanhu. His ancestors were once rich. Later, the family fell into trouble and joined the Pei Mansion as an aide and found a separate title of Rulin Lang, but did not make up for the actual shortcomings. This time, he was sent to Wuzhou by Pei Yu'e in the name of Chang'an Marquis' Mansion, and he also had the intention of seeking credit from the Pei family. He did what he did here and also had a good future in the future.

Cheng Xuanhu had two tasks when he arrived in Wuzhou. One was to "train" Mei Zhenyi to be his enlightenment teacher, and the other was to check the accounts of Jingwu Villa and capture the financial power of Mei family in Wuzhou. Therefore, the first thing he did when he arrived at Jingwu Villa was to "check the accounts" and asked Zhang Guo to hand over the books of the past years to him. The second thing was to send someone to pass on the message and ask Mei Zhenyi to "apprentice to the disciple" of Jingwu Villa.

In Cheng Xuanhu's opinion, the idiot who just woke up was no less good, and he was also an ignorant child. He came to be a teacher in the name of the Marquis' Mansion. As long as he said something, the young master had to listen obediently. Mei Zhenyi's first impression of this "Master Chen" was not good, because the second day after he arrived in Jingwu Villa, it led to something - suspending the construction of the Green Snow Temple.

There was nothing wrong with the accounts of Jingwu Villa. Zhang Guo and others lived in Wuzhou. In addition to the monthly money, Mei Xiaolang also had rewards every year. Moreover, with the folk customs and laws and the loyalty of the servants at that time, there were few private frauds, and every expenditure was clear. It was naturally impossible to find out the issue and establish their authority. Cheng Xuanhu quickly set his sights on another thing and started working on the issue, that is, Jingwu Villa had to spend a lot of money to build the Green Snow Temple. This expenditure was too large and I couldn't tell why.

He asked Zhang Guo what was going on? Zhang Guo naturally couldn't answer it. He couldn't tell the secret thing about killing Ming Chongyan to a stranger, such an outsider, and only said that it was the order of the marquis. Cheng Xuanhu thought it was too extravagant to build such a shrine for no reason, so he decided to redesign it and reduce the expenditure by half.

Zhang Guo returned to Qiyunguan to report to Mei Zhenyi and asked him what to do? Mei Zhenyi replied: "Respect the gods as if they were there. It was not that Luxue asked me to set up a temple for her, but that my Mei family was grateful for her kindness and voluntarily building a temple. If it was perfunctory, it would be disrespectful and rude. How could I talk about repaying my kindness? If this is the case, it would be better not to build it. Luxue will not care about it. It's just that we are guilty and think of other ways."

Here we need to explain that the specifications of building ancestral temples and ordinary houses in ancient times were different. It was not just a matter of building a house and erecting a statue of gods. All the materials were selected, including the beams, door lintels, flower tiles, and tile mats, and the cost was more than ten times higher than that of ordinary houses of the same scale. If it was built in a hurry, it would be better not to build them. Mei Zhenyi said in a very straightforward sentence, and the construction of the Green Snow Temple stopped. He felt a little angry, but there was nothing he could do.
Chapter completed!