Chapter 110: Can’t Sell More
Pan Yun felt the sound of the wind blowing past his ears. It should be a combination of magic and Qinggong, because it was too fast. Qinggong could not be that fast...

In less than a quarter of an hour, Wang Feiyin reached the foot of the mountain and put her down. Tao Ji and Xuan Miao followed closely behind. Xuan Miao carried Miao and Miao Zhen, while Tao Ji led Tao Yanbai. Only Wang Cong came after them, sweating all over his face.

Wang Feiyin sighed, handed him a handkerchief and said, "Don't go out for the next year. Just practice well in the mountains."

Tao Ji and Xuan Miao also nodded, "Yes, your cultivation has not improved in the past two years."

Wang Cong blushed and asked in a low voice, "What about the expenses of the Taoist temple?"

Tao Ji patted his chest and said, "And I'm still here. I'm going out to practice medicine."

Xuanmiao: "I can also go out and travel and take on some cases."

Wang Feiyin: "I wrote to the second brother. He should have saved some money in the past two years."

Tao Ji and Xuan Miao also nodded, "Second Brother hasn't sent money back in a long time."

Pan Jun seemed to be thinking about something.

Wang Cong was relieved. "Okay, when the mountain temple is settled, I will let the manager of the caravan take them to do some small business nearby. It won't make much money, but at least it can support them."

Pan Yun squeezed forward and asked, "Master Nephew, what is the operating model of your caravan?"

Wang Cong: "It's very simple. I am the boss and I have two managers. Every year we buy things from one place and sell them in another place. We travel around like this. We have little capital, so we can't make much. In addition to supporting the caravan, it's enough to cover the expenses of the Taoist temple."

He glanced at his father and said, "I have already made plans. After I pass the exam, I will go out to do business and not just be a traveling merchant. I want to save money to buy a few shops in a few places. In this way, even if I can't go out to do business due to something, the caravan can survive and there is another income to provide for the Taoist temple."

Pan Yun: "Since there are people in charge, can't we let them do the work?"

Wang Cong sighed and said, "The managers' vision and ability are still insufficient. If they were to do it, they would only be able to do short-distance and fixed business. For example, they would take paper from Yushan County to Nanjing, sell it in Jingdezhen, and then buy porcelain from Jingdezhen to sell in Nanjing and Guangxinfu. The profit would be much smaller."

But Wang Cong is different.

For example, this year he visited twelve places. At the beginning of spring, there was a food shortage in the Beijing area, so he bought a large amount of food from Guangxin Prefecture and took the water route to Beijing, and sold all the food in Baoding.

Then he exchanged a lot of linen, cotton, silk, etc. in Baoding and sent them to Datong and Xuanfu. After selling them, he bought a lot of medicinal materials and ironware and sent them to Shu for sale.

He bought another batch of medicinal herbs and Shu brocade from Shu, and slowly walked back to Jiangnan...

In the end, he sold all the items in several places in Jiangnan and earned more than 700 taels of silver.

Their expenses on the road were not small, including travel expenses, tolls, food and lodging, wages for the caravan, and losses along the way, which totaled over five hundred taels.

Even though Wang Cong could only bring back 750 taels of silver in half a year, he had much more than that.

In addition to preparing for the travel costs for the next year, there are also reserved funds for goods and emergencies.

The total amount is over five thousand taels.

But this money is his bottom line and cannot be touched.

Doing business was what Wang Cong wanted to do. He never discussed it with the adults in the temple, and the adults never interfered.

Wang Cong has always made his own decisions.

It was the first time that someone asked me how I ran a caravan, what goods I usually imported, and was interested in investing.

"My dear nephew, if I make money and invest it in you, will God count the money I make as my savings?"

Wang Cong finally understood why she asked so many questions. Just as he was about to answer, Wang Feiyin had already said in a deep voice, "Yes."

Pan Yun turned to look at him.

Wang Feiyin looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, with a sad face, "Why else do you think I would eat my son and my fellow apprentices?"

Tao Ji and Xuan Miao couldn't help but lower their heads and laugh.

Wang Fei hid his eyes and killed with his knife.

Tao Ji said quickly: "This is what we should do. Senior Brother has trained us. Now that we have grown up, it is naturally our turn to support Senior Brother's old..."

"Retirement?" Wang Feiyin said sharply, "Am I old?"

"No, no, that's not it. Senior Brother is in his prime. I mean, aren't you able to earn money now? The pressure of supporting the family will naturally be shared by us..."

Wang Feiyin: "I can't make money anymore..."

Pan Yun stood between the two and said, "Okay, Senior Brother, you know that Third Brother can't speak, but it's okay as long as you understand his meaning. It's just making money, isn't it a small matter?"

Everyone looked at Pan Yun silently, and then they became even more silent when they thought that she could earn seven hundred taels a day.

Tao Ji turned his head to look at Xuan Miao and whispered, "In fact, Fourth Junior Sister's talisman technique is better than Little Junior Sister's..."

Mysterious silence.

Wang Cong immediately said, "I know that Fourth Uncle-Master won't sell it himself, so why don't you give me the talisman and I'll sell it!"

Wang Feiyin turned around and looked at him. "Caravan?"

Wang Cong nodded: "The caravan, I know a lot of people outside. Since Master Qian can sell Junior Master's talisman, I should be able to do it too."

His caravan had never sold talismans, because these things were usually sincerely sought in Taoist temples, and few people sold them in large quantities through a spokesperson like Pan Yun did. Wang Feiyin frowned, and after a moment he shook his head, "No."

Wang Cong was stunned, "Why?"

Wang Feiyin: "Some people may never feel the benefits of talismans in their entire lives, and they will think they are fake from the bottom of their hearts."

"Moreover, it is difficult to identify the authenticity of talismans. Who can know whether the talisman they received is a real one, or a fake one that only has the form but not the spirit?"

Wang Feiyin pointed at Pan Yun and said, "For example, she used to draw talismans to forcibly restrain spiritual power, and she was complacent and thought that her talismans were powerful, but she didn't know that they had no charm and only exerted less than half of their energy. And some people can't even restrain spiritual power. They are just copying others and only sketching out the lines, which is completely useless."

"This is also one of the reasons why talismans are never widely circulated. Let nature take its course and don't intentionally expand it. Otherwise, it will become a disaster if it spreads too much, and you will have to bear the consequences in the end."

Wang Cong felt very disappointed.

Wang Feiyin: "But that doesn't mean you can't sell it. Since you are doing business, you are destined to travel far and wide and meet many people. If you meet someone in need on the road, giving him one or two talismans is a good omen."

Pan Yun raised his hand tremblingly and asked, "Then, Senior Brother, why didn't you stop me from selling so many talismans to the Qian family?"

Wang Feiyin glanced at her and said, "You? What are you afraid of? The Qian family is just a gentry in Yushan County. They can't set up stalls to sell things like talismans. Naturally, they are passed on by word of mouth and sold to relatives and friends. What's the difference between them and our Taoist temple?"

"And you've given your name. Every talisman you send out can be traced back to its source, so there's no need to worry about counterfeiting. Can Wang Cong do that?"

Wang Feiyin explained: "Wang Cong is a businessman, a traveling merchant, traveling all over the world. If this talisman is distributed, people from all corners of the world may get it. If he succeeds in business, the number will be countless. How can we control it?"

"Compared to the Qian family, have you sold more than fifty talismans to the Qian family?"

Pan Jun shook his head.

"Look, it's been a long time, and you haven't even sold fifty talismans. What are you worried about?"

Pan Yun: …

Tao Ji also said: "Little Junior Sister, you will know at the Sanqing Festival next month that the talismans you gave to the Qian family are not worth mentioning."

"The Sanqing Festival next month?"

"Yes, why else do you think Wang Cong came back? There is a grand event every September."

Wang Cong said weakly, "Dad, isn't this year's Sanqing Festival being held at Fuqing Temple?"

"Yes, if it is held at Fuqing Temple, does it not become a Sanqing Festival?" Wang Feiyin said, "Even if it moves to Fuyuan Temple one day, it will still be called a Sanqing Festival."

Pan Jun asked quickly, "When will it be our turn as the host at Sanqing Temple?"

Wang Feiyin counted on his fingers and said, "Eight years from now, if our Sanqing Mountain has not declined, it will definitely be our turn."

He patted Pan Yun, then looked at Miao Zhen and Miao He, "This matter depends on you."

After that, he turned and left.

Pan Jun hurriedly caught up, "Why rely on us?"

"Because our Sanqing Temple is a bit unlucky, it is difficult to win the position of the host by money. But in addition to money, we can also win the position by training excellent disciples. You three should work hard, and I will send you to the academy to study. If you can all pass the test before the age of sixteen, then our Sanqing Temple will be famous in Jiangnan."

Pan Yun knew very little about this world, especially Taoism, so he happily asked, "Which academy?"

Is it the same academy as the national school in her previous life?
Wang Feiyin tapped her head to calm her excitement. "Longhu Mountain Academy is run by the emperor's order. If you want to become a true Taoist, in addition to taking the test for the certificate of ordination, you must also go to Longhu Mountain to receive the certificate of ordination."

"The ordination certificate is a status recognized by heaven and earth, and the ordination certificate is a status recognized by the court. Both are indispensable."

Pan Yun pointed at Wang Cong and asked, "Has Master Nephew been there?"

Wang Feiyin squinted and said, "He barely managed not to lose face. You three can't be like that. You need to be excellent at least."

Wang Cong also nodded, "My talent is average, but my junior uncle and two junior sisters are all talented."

A few people walked and talked, and soon they arrived in front of the mountain temple.

The invited villagers are doing the finishing work, the tiles have been laid, and the invited craftsmen are doing the final carving work.

The mountain god temple is not small. In addition to the main hall, a small room is built next to it for the temple keeper, that is, the temple keeper, Pan Yun himself, to live in.

Whether she lives there or not, the room has to be built.

For the sake of symmetry, a small room was built on the other side to store miscellaneous items and for cooking.

The mountain god temple is located in the middle, like a big square face with two small ears.

At this time, there were a lot of things piled up inside and outside the temple. Their task for these three days was to clear them out, clean them, and fill in the missing pieces.

Wang Feiyin turned to look at Pan Jun, "Are you healed?"

Pan Yun, who was standing straight, tilted his body and leaned against Miao He, moaning, "My waist, my legs, my hands..."

"If you are not well, just do it despite the pain. Master sees it and will remember it."

Pan Jun stood up straight and said, "Big Brother, I'm fine. It doesn't matter how hard or painful it is."

　Tail number 5
　　(End of this chapter)