The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 346: The swallows in the halls of the rich and powerful in the old days fly into the homes of ordinary people

Shen Le’s first reaction was to shake his hands vigorously!
who!
Who held his hand?
Even Buddha statues are not allowed!
The Buddha statue held his hand and walked forward. That was also a ghost story.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the Buddha statue being held up respectfully and packed into a box. There was a nervous whisper around him:
"I heard that the thieves are coming to attack."

"I heard that the King of Qin had a hard time fighting the bandits..."

"I heard that the women and children have been sent away..."

"I heard that Xinqiao... was from the branch of Prince Gong, and was serving as a county magistrate outside... His entire family was killed... His youngest daughter was strangled to death, his wives and concubines hanged themselves, and Xinqiao himself died in battle..."

Shen Le looked around. In addition to the Thousand-armed Guanyin statue, there were also many small Buddha statues, Buddhist paintings, and curtains, all of which were being quickly packed and boxed.

On both sides of the main hall, a group of nuns in black robes hid in the side rooms, watching nervously:

"Will you take us away?"

"Will they send us away too?"

"Or will you just leave us here?"

"They should be sent away... After all, we were once the women of the royal palace, right?"

Shen Le listened patiently for a long time before he understood what had happened. Two or three hundred years had passed since the first generation of King Jin was enfeoffed, and the dynasty that had once been as bright as the sun had also come to an end.

When Prince Chuang started the uprising, his army had already defeated the King of Qin who was enfeoffed in Shaanxi. It was a grand event that swept across the country.

Shen Le couldn't remember what happened to the descendants of the King of Qin. He only remembered that the descendants of the King of Fu in Yudi stubbornly guarded the treasures of the palace and were eventually caught and killed. They were stewed with venison and made into a "Fu Lu Banquet"...

Then probably, the fate of the King of Qin, the King of Jin, and other kings would not be much better, right?

Anyway, in the end, all the kings of the Ming Dynasty were wiped out. Even the guy who fled to Yunnan Province was strangled to death by a bowstring.

By the way, there is a bow in the warehouse of the Special Affairs Bureau, which is deeply entangled with resentment. It is still unknown whether it was the little emperor who was strangled to death.

As for their descendants, the prince probably couldn't run around freely, and he would most likely be killed along with them. As for the female relatives and other young children, maybe they could find some loopholes and send them to a safe place in advance?

Alas, the building is about to collapse.

As for this Buddha statue, it has been enshrined in the ancestral temple. During the Ming Dynasty, the emperor was known for his benevolent rule, but he was particularly harsh on concubines. Starting from the reign of Taizu, when the emperor died, almost all concubines were buried alive with him, without special permission.

The line of Prince Jin was better, but except for the principal wife, the rest of the concubines were basically all stuffed into the family temple, one after another, with green lamps and ancient Buddhas...

Until now, seeing that they could no longer guard the temple, the women and children were packed up and sent away. Shen Le followed the Buddha statue and the women in the temple, staggering from car to boat, from the Yellow River to the Yangtze River...

"So it was packed and sent to Nanjing?"

Shen Le followed them all the way and finally settled down in a remote small courtyard.

Things become more valuable away from home, and people become less valuable away from home. Even a woman who becomes a nun in a royal temple cannot enjoy the comfortable and peaceful life she had in Jin.

In fact, without the rice, flour, and vegetables delivered from the farm every day, and without the incense, candles, lights, and daily expenses sent from the palace, the lives of the nuns became increasingly difficult.

They have to spend more time to support themselves. As soon as they open their eyes in the morning, they have to start sewing. They embroider Buddha statues, Buddhist scriptures, and all kinds of things to support themselves...

Even so, it was still not enough. Even with the money that the palace gave from time to time, it was still not enough. Finally, a new business came:

"It's like this. The old lady in the family of the Minister of War is a devout Buddhist... The people below want to ask for an efficacious Buddha statue..."

"What a joke!" The host's first reaction was to denounce: "This is a Buddha statue enshrined in the Jinwang Mansion's family temple! How could it be resold! The Minister of War is still a minister no matter how powerful he is. How dare he extend his hands to the Jinwang Mansion?!"

The woman who came to the door to persuade the family was rejected and left in embarrassment. However, not long after, various pressures and complaints followed:

"There are only two days' worth of flour left...and I'm still not full from rice..."

"Charcoal is almost gone... The worst black charcoal has risen to a hundred yuan a truckload. If I don't buy it now, it will be even more expensive when the weather gets cold..."

"The Crown Prince's Consort will come to worship Buddha tomorrow, so we need to prepare a fine vegetarian meal. Please approve some money to buy some mushrooms and pine nuts..."

A penny can make a hero fall, not to mention a host who has never worked in his life and only knows how to be supported by the palace. After repeated embarrassment, she finally gave in:

"Our Buddha is merciful and has benefited all people. It is always a good thing to be able to spread the Buddha's grace... But, no matter what, it always has to be a pious and good family..."

With her words, the things in the temple began to be resold one by one:
Those beautiful draperies, the beautiful ribbons, the robes on the Buddha statues, and the Buddha statues themselves.

There will always be someone who will offer a good price because it is "produced from the royal family temple" and "has been worshipped for hundreds of years".

Let the nuns in the temple take a breath, no longer having to work hard from early morning to midnight under the flickering candlelight;
You can also eat something better, without having to eat black noodles mixed with vegetable leaves every day, without even a trace of oil...

However, once this resale started, it was impossible to stop. At the beginning, it was sold to prominent families and dignitaries;
Gradually, they began to sell to the sons of officials and scholars;

After a while, even merchants, with enough money, could ask for a Buddha statue embroidered by the women of the former royal palace from the temple...

“Sell it, sell it…sell it all…”

The host was speechless and covered his face with a long sigh:
"It's better than the things you embroider..."

The supplies from the palace were becoming less and less. In order to support themselves, the nuns took on more and more jobs and became less and less picky.

They are even willing to accept orders from the Qinhuai River - the more turbulent the situation is, the more prosperous the business is on the Qinhuai River side.

There were constant rumors about various beautiful women who were good at calligraphy, writing, painting, had unparalleled talents, were heroic and beautiful.

As long as the nuns don't fall to such a level, there's no reason why they can't tolerate just doing embroidery work, let alone selling a few Buddha statues...

Even if he stayed indoors and squatted in the temple beside the Buddha statue, Shen Le could feel that the situation was getting worse and more precarious day by day.

Finally, a piece of devastating news spread from the capital to the Qinhuai River:
"Thieves have entered the capital! Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

There was widespread weeping and mourning throughout the city. Even though the officials in the capital quickly established a new emperor, the people were still in a state of panic.

As for the women in the family temple in the courtyard——

"Prince Jin's Mansion? What Prince Jin's Mansion? The Prince of Jin died a martyr, and the Princess and the Crown Prince's Consort died a martyr. Who cares about these things?"

With no one to protect and support them, the nuns had to rely on themselves, doing needlework, embroidery and weaving, and selling temple property.

Finally, even the main statue in the temple, the Thousand-armed Thousand-eyed Guanyin that Shen Le had restored for a long time, was taken away and sold:
"That... the owner of Huanhua Tower is looking to buy a statue of Guanyin for worship..."

"go Go……"

In the old days, Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people.

(End of this chapter)