Chapter 216 Regret
Pan Jun straightened his back and returned to the room. Miaohe held the cat in his arms and closed the door as soon as he entered.

As soon as the door closed, three heads came together in an instant, "Quick, quick, take it out and have a look. This is the first time I've seen a gold bar in my life."

Miaozhen took it out immediately.

Each gold bar is about three fingers wide and so golden that it still sparkles even when the doors and windows are closed.

Pan Jun held a gold bar in one hand, and reluctantly put it down after touching it enough, and pushed it to Miao Zhen, saying, "Put it on the Taoist temple's account."

Miao Zhen was surprised: "This is all earned by you, Junior Master."

Pan Yun gave her a look and said, "Put it on the Taoist temple's account." If she really needed to take more, how could Senior Brother and Miao Zhen not give it to her?

Moreover, Pan Yun is very confident. If he runs out of money, he can just earn it again.

Miaozhen received her signal and put all the gold bars in a separate box and stuffed it into the jade card space.

Pan Yun said: "Pack your things, we will leave early tomorrow morning."

The three of them didn't plan to stay here for long.

Now that the work has been done, it is time to retreat. The longer you stay, the more flaws will be revealed.

She had done all she could, and had laid all the hooks she could leave. Now it was up to fate.

Huang Shijian didn't expect Pan Yun to leave so soon. He was flustered and tried to keep her.

Pan Yun handed him a faceless statue and a piece of talisman paper, saying, "This is my family deity. His surname is Pan. You can call him Lord Pan. You can worship him like I do. Place this talisman paper in front of the statue. If you have any questions, write them on the talisman paper with cinnabar and I will be able to see them."

Mr. Huang immediately asked, "Will the Immortal come if he sees it?"

Pan Yun smiled and said, "As long as I can get away from the affairs, I will definitely come."

Mr. Huang said tentatively: "Master, in addition to the statue, I also want to offer your longevity tablet."

Pan Yun didn't want him to worship her longevity tablet. He was not a good person. Her master accepted incense and offerings, but she didn't. What she wanted was merit, okay?

If I let him worship me, what if he does something wrong and it is attributed to me?
Pan Yun said seriously, "Mr. Huang is thoughtful, but one must be single-minded in worshipping the gods. Now I will worship Mr. Pan."

The implication is, focus and don't worship her.

Mr. Huang was very disappointed and could only confirm with her again, "The immortal's surname is Pan, and his Taoist name is Sanzhu?"

Pan Yun nodded without changing his expression, "Not bad."

Mr. Huang kept it in mind and planned to ask someone to find out about it later.

If it weren't for the fact that the feng shui of his house is closely related to Longhu Mountain, the best way would actually be to ask someone to go to Longhu Mountain to inquire.

After all, it sounded like Pan Yun had a grudge against Longhu Mountain, so he should be able to find out.

but……

It seems that his interests conflict with Longhu Mountain is even greater.

He was afraid that if he sent someone to Longhu Mountain to inquire about Pan Yun, others would not be able to find out and would instead attract people from Longhu Mountain. If they discovered that the feng shui of his house was different, wouldn't that be inviting a wolf into the house?
Pan Jun looks very powerful, but Longhu Mountain is the seat of the world's Taoist tradition, and the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain's Heavenly Master Mansion is a real person appointed by the emperor. He doesn't think Pan Jun can defeat Longhu Mountain.

Especially since Longhu Mountain has the support of the imperial court.

So Mr. Huang didn't dare to let anyone go to Longhu Mountain to inquire about them, and even stayed as far away from the people in Longhu Mountain as possible. Pan Yun had already calculated it, so she dared to let Miao Zhenmiao and use their real names. She was betting that Mr. Huang would not dare to ask the people in Longhu Mountain about them.

And ask the Taoist priests and sorcerers in the world.

Pan Jun chuckled. She bet that nine out of ten wandering Taoists who were asked would say they knew her and would definitely brag about her as a rare genius in the world, with a high level of cultivation and unfathomable Taoism.

She is the best at judging others by her own standards.

She is a considerate and caring Taoist sister.

One hundred taels of gold had been paid, and Pan Yun was leaving. Mr. Huang would certainly not be stingy on such a small matter, so he specially prepared a carriage for them. He also wanted to give them a coachman, but Pan Yun refused.

At least the carriage was accepted, and Mr. Huang felt relieved. He personally sent the man out of town, and when the carriage disappeared, he turned around and asked the housekeeper, "Has the rent reduction you mentioned yesterday been passed on?"

"Not yet." The housekeeper said, "One-third of the tenants have already paid their rent this year. Should their rent be refunded, or..."

"How can we return the money we have collected?" Mr. Huang said without thinking: "Since someone has paid the rent, we should still collect 70% of the rent this year and reduce it next year."

housekeeper:……

He couldn't help but remind him, "Master, will it affect the Feng Shui of our house?"

Mr. Huang frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "During the winter solstice, if we take out two bags of old grain left over from last year and cook porridge for the beggars and hungry people in the town, isn't that a good deed?"

The year is almost over and it is a bumper year, so he felt bad that the rent was reduced by 10%.

It's only been a year, how bad can the feng shui be? Two years ago, he collected 80% of the rent. If it weren't for Deng Yun from Dengjia Village leading a group of unruly people to make trouble, he would never have reduced the rent to 70%. So now he has to reduce it to 60% to do good deeds.

It hurts to think about it.

The housekeeper grumbled in his heart, but did not dare to object to Mr. Huang. He just asked, "What about the reduction of silage, chickens and ducks..."

Mr. Huang asked, "Have any tenant farmers handed in silage, chickens and ducks this year?"

The housekeeper immediately said, "No, it's not that fast. Generally, tenant farmers hand in silage and chickens and ducks two days before the winter solstice."

Mr. Huang was very disappointed. He frowned and said, "Then let's do as promised to the Immortal and reduce it by 50%."

The housekeeper agreed immediately and did not dare to delay any further. He had the matter spread to all the villages that day, making it too late for Mr. Huang to regret.

Mr. Huang spent a lot of money on his own. He was willing to buy hundreds of taels of materials for Pan Yun, and even gave him hundreds of taels of gold as a reward. However, he was reluctant to give the tenant farmers one more bag of grain per acre of land!

He taught Huang Cong, "Wealth is accumulated, one penny at a time. Don't despise the extra bag of grain from one acre of land. Most of our Huang family's wealth was accumulated bit by bit in this way."

Huang Cong lowered his head and played with his toys, ignoring him.

Mr. Huang frowned, touched his head and sighed, "Forget it, what's the point of talking to you? You don't understand. You should give me a grandson as soon as possible, and I will teach him. I hope that before I die, I can see him get married and start a family, and be able to manage the family well. In this way, you will have someone to take care of you."

Speaking of this, Mr. Huang felt a little guilty. His grandson was still very important to him. He was afraid that reneging on the rent reduction this year would affect his offspring. After thinking about it, he called the housekeeper and said, "Don't wait until the winter solstice to distribute porridge. Set up a tent to distribute porridge tomorrow. Remember, only give it to the poor. Don't give it to everyone."

The housekeeper immediately said, "I will sprinkle a handful of rice husks into the porridge. I will never let the poor people take advantage of me."

Mr. Huang was satisfied. "Look around and see if there's any old grain from the past two years. Use that first. Also, don't pound the rice too clean. I would say you can cook it with the husks on. If you're hungry, who would mind rice with husks on?"

The butler agreed with a forced smile, and after leaving, he couldn't help spitting on his toes, and walked away muttering something under his breath.

(End of this chapter)