If others said this, Li Muyun would definitely be complacent and brag a few words of bull or something, but in the face of this old Taoist priest, he couldn't say anything, and said with an embarrassed smile: "The divine doctor said this to make you laugh."
Sun Simiao waved his hand, wanting to say something, and seeing the people standing far away waiting to see the sick, he couldn't help but apologize and said: "The king of the county, please sit down for a while, and wait for the poor Dao to finish the things in hand, and then come to accompany him." \ Li Muyun had already heard the whispering voices behind him, and knew that he was about to provoke the anger of the public, so he smiled slightly and said goodbye to him: "That Dao chief, you are busy first, go to the mountains to have a look, and come back to disturb you later." ” "The king of the county, please" Sun Simiao said goodbye, beckoned to the people who were still queuing outside, and continued his work.
This old Taoist priest's salty and indifferent attitude made Li Muyun feel good, and the Taoist priests he met before were either above the top, or they whispered when they heard his identity, which was really annoying.
And Sun Simiao, an old Taoist who sees a doctor for others, has another advantage, that is, he doesn't mention money, you come to see a doctor, and you can give as much as you think it's worth, if you don't have money, you can turn around and leave, and even some old Taoist priests who are too poor will take some medicinal materials.
Seeing such behavior, Li Muyun's eyes suddenly gave birth to infinite admiration, and he felt that he did not treat this old Taoist priest as an idol in vain.
After all, there are not many people in this world who can really treat money like dung, and many people just talk about it, but in fact, they still have to make black money, such as Li Muyun himself.
And Sun Simiao, the old Taoist priest, is different, most of the people who can come to him to see a doctor are poor people, and they can't afford to give any money, he is taking some medicinal herbs to put it on, which is basically equivalent to losing money and making money.
Walking on the road to the mountain, Mu Yu's little girl sighed again and again about Sun Simiao's kindness, and from time to time she would look at Li Muyun and the fat man, which really annoyed her.
In the end, Li Muyun couldn't bear it anymore, glared and said: "You little girl always depends on what I do, if I don't be greedy for money, so many people in my family drink the northwest wind."
"They didn't say anything."
Mu Yu stuck out his little tongue, dodged to the other side of the fat man, and suddenly the whole person was blocked by a mountain of meat.
The fat man was about to be tired of becoming a dead dog at this time, and the old man with his tongue spit out waved his hand at Li Muyun to rest for a while, and when everyone stopped on the side of the road, he sat on the ground and gasped: "Tired, tired Lao Tzu, you can go by yourself for a while, don't worry about me." ” "Then how can it be done, everyone came together, what's the matter if there is one less halfway" Li Muyun leaned against a tree, squinted at the fat man and said: "Besides, don't you think that there is so much meat on your body to take a walk, storage can make you lose weight." ” "Phew, that's what Lao Tzu said."
The fat man spat on the ground, rolled his eyes and said, "Is it easy for Lao Tzu to lose weight with such a body of meat, and the gray grandson only loses weight." ” Li Muyun shrugged his shoulders, he didn't care about the fat man, Ya is this virtue, he is used to being lazy and lazy, he was fat when he was still in the village before, and after he embarked on the road to making a fortune, he became more and more fat.
Everyone rested for a while, no, or the fat man rested for a while, and finally stopped breathing, then raised his head and asked Li Muyun: "What did you say before you entered the mountain, it seems that you want to build a house here and sell it?"
"That's right" Li Muyun was looking at the distant mountains and replied unconsciously.
The fat man continued to ask: "Then I am strange, what do you mean by going to the mountains so desperately, you don't want to build a house in the mountains?"
Li Muyun came back to his senses: "What's wrong, I inquired before I entered the mountain, there is an open-air hot spring about ten miles away, and there is a waterfall not far from there, if you build a house there, it is definitely a good place to go." ” "Of course not" The fat man stood up holding on to the tree, pointed to the road behind him and said: "Can you tell me, who likes to go home every day and walk so far on the mountain road, even if your house is built well, no one buys it for a fart, and even if someone buys it, how much labor do you think it takes to transport the materials into the mountains." ” I have to say that the fat man's point of view is very unique, Li Muyun really hadn't thought about these problems before, he was stunned when he heard this, blinked his eyes and thought for a long time, and then looked down the mountain for a long time, and then muttered: "You fat man is usually stupid, but I didn't expect to be smart." ” The fat man's face trembled: "Li Muyun, are you praising me?"
"Yes" Li Muyun nodded heavily, and then said: "If I didn't remind you that I wouldn't be able to remember, now that you say so, I'm afraid that we will build this house." ” "Why do you have a grudge against money?"
the fat man said urgently, he really didn't understand why he still had to build it even though he knew that the house was built in the mountains and could not be sold.
"I don't have a grudge against money, but money is a bastard, and if you don't spend it, it's a bunch of useless metal."
Li Muyun is very persistent, and no matter what the fat man says, he is just a frame that does not hit the south wall and does not look back.
The fat man was shaken by his angry fat, but there was nothing he could do, after all, the money was earned back by Li Muyun, and it was up to him to spend it, and the fat man could make suggestions as a friend, but he couldn't call the shots.
But the fat man doesn't know that the more money the better, as a courtier, too much money in your hand will only cause unnecessary trouble, just like the Heshen of the Qing Dynasty in the later generations, there are hundreds of millions of silver taels at home, and finally the head is different, and the money goes into the pocket of Emperor Jiaqing.
Li Muyun saw through this, so he didn't leave too much money in his hands, he would take it out and spend it when he had saved it, go to Dese, build a road today, build a villa tomorrow, and use it to invest if it doesn't work, so he doesn't have much cash in his hand, so naturally he doesn't have to worry about the emperor thinking about himself.
Although all of this is a bit of a fart and a bit of a pants off, it is better that there is always something to do, and although his money is spent, he has a lot of real estate, and these things are also money, but it is a different way of existing.
In fact, it is not only He Shen who is remembered because of a lot of money, many people in history are unlucky because of too much money, such as Shen Wansan is another example.
The so-called lesson from the past, the teacher of the future, since Li Muyun has seen through this, he will naturally not embark on that old road again, as for not making money, he only eats and waits for death every day, although this is okay, but he is inevitably a little sorry for the signboard of the county king, and he is also sorry for the identity of the traverser
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