Daming: Brother, there is no future for monks, let's rebel

Chapter 8 Undercover Success!

"You don't know how ruthless this Diao family is. To us poor tenants, they want to smash their bones and suck their marrow. If God is plagued by drought and locusts, their rent from Diao's family cannot be less than a grain of grain. How many people were forced to lose their families, how could they not nourish themselves!" Tang He said angrily.

Obviously, Diao's family already had a notorious reputation in ten miles and eight towns.

"Then let's do justice for the sky and clean up the Diao family!" Zhu Chongba said in a low voice.

"Yes, let's do justice for the heavens." Tang He nodded vigorously.

The first step of the plan was about to start, and Tang He felt a little nervous.

On the contrary, it was Zhu Chongba who went to lead the battle, with a calm expression on his face, which made Tang He secretly admire him, and felt that he really did not follow the wrong person!
Zhu Chongba, you are really ready for great things!

"Brother, it's almost there, you go!" Zhu Qiwu said.

At this time, a few people who looked like refugees gathered at the door of Diao's house, and a man who looked like a butler came out, patted the arms and looked at the teeth of the refugees, obviously looking for a selection.

Now is definitely the best time to do it.

"Okay, let's go there now. Don't forget our agreement. After we gain trust, we will put three fist-sized stones at the gate, and press a leaf under each. This is the code!" Zhu Zhongba got up and said .

"Brother, don't worry!" Zhu Qiwu nodded in response.

They have already made an appointment, after Zhu Chongba sneaks into Diao's house, he will first show this meeting signal, and then meet at a relatively hidden dog hole, and get the Mongolian sweat medicine into Diao's house.

Zhu Chongba deliberately rubbed his torn clothes into a mess, and then slowly walked towards the door of Diao's house. People who sold themselves as slaves were basically hungry and had little energy, so it was impossible for them to stride away.

Before he came to the front, he heard the fat housekeeper of Diao's family yelling.

"Get out of here, a bunch of scumbags, either rotten sores or sick people, do you think our Diao's family is a philanthropic hall?!"

Obviously, the few refugees who wanted to sell their bodies just now were not in his favor.

Under the order of the fat housekeeper, several Diao family thugs wielded sticks and beat these refugees indiscriminately, so that their death would be farther away, so as not to pollute the Diao family's territory.

"Hmph!" The fat butler shook his hands in disdain, and was about to turn around.

Suddenly, a moderate voice came from behind.

"Master, just show kindness, give us a living, and give us a bite of leftovers!"

When the fat butler turned his head, he saw a tall and thin young man standing in front of him. Although his face was a bit long, he was straight and thick, which was quite reassuring.

It's just that he has no hair on his head, so he's actually a monk?
"Monk? What is the name of the Dharma, and which temple is the order?" asked the fat butler.

"Returning to the master, our name is Zhiping, and we used to belong to Dinglin Temple, but recently the temple suffered a fire, so we lost our livelihood." Zhu Chongba smiled flatteringly.

"Oh, so it's Dinglin Temple, I know it." The fat butler nodded.

A few months ago, the Dinglin Temple in the neighboring county was destroyed by a fire, and the world was too chaotic to make up for the reconstruction expenses. Dozens of monks were all dismissed.

Now it seems that this monk should not even have a full stomach.

No one in the Diao family believed in Buddhism, so they certainly wouldn't give these bald donkeys a free meal.

"Monk Zhiping, what do you know?" The fat housekeeper looked Zhu Chongba up and down and asked.

He has already seen that this monk is not at the expense of his physical strength, and he is definitely a good hand at physical labor. It would be even better if he could learn some other skills.

"Going back to the master, we can make a big pot of rice and serve a hundred people for dinner, that's not a problem!" Zhu Chongba said quickly.

The big pot of rice in the temple can be made for dozens of people.

When Zhu Chongba was in Huangjue Temple, he was often bullied by the Huotou monk, and he did a lot of cooking.

When the fat butler heard this, his eyes lit up.

"Yo, you still have this ability?" The fat butler was a little surprised and surprised.

Now Diao's family has more and more strong soldiers, and it happens that they lack a cook who can fry a big pot of rice.

The fat butler thought he was lucky, and found a free chef, so that the chef's wages would be all in his own pocket.

In fact, all of this was calculated in advance by Zhu Qiwu.

Zhu Qiwu heard Tang He said that Diao's family had recruited a lot of people recently, so he guessed that they would definitely need a cook to make a big pot of rice. It happened that the job of a cook was the most convenient way to apply sweat medicine!
"Master, don't worry, our craftsmanship is definitely good to eat!" Zhu Chongba said, patting his chest.

The fat butler nodded in satisfaction, and said with a smirk: "Listen well, our Diao family sees you pitifully, and is about to starve to death. We reward you with a bite of food and sell you into slavery, but it's all wishful thinking, and you are not allowed to go back on your word." Lie!"

Good guy.

As soon as the fat butler opened his mouth, he wanted to go whoring for nothing.

Not only did he not have any wages for a chef, he didn't even want to give him money for selling himself, and he just cared about eating every day.

"We don't have a home or a mouth, as long as we have something to eat!" Zhu Chongba said with a simple and honest smile.

"Okay! Come with me, let's sign and pledge!"

The fat butler turned around and led Zhu Chongba into the gate of Diao's house. As soon as he entered the gate, Zhu Chongba began to quietly observe the surrounding houses and roads, and silently memorized them all.

After some signatures and pledges, Zhu Chongba sold himself as a slave and it was settled.

The fat butler immediately took him to the back kitchen, ready to try his skills.

Zhu Chongba's years of suffering in Huangjue Temple were not for nothing.

Ninety-ninety percent of the Huotou monk's skills have already been learned by him.

After a quick stir-fry and stew, a fragrant big radish came out of the pot.

Obviously there is not much meat, but it is extremely delicious.

The fat butler smelled it, moved his index finger, picked up his chopsticks and took a sip.

"Yeah! It's delicious!"

The fat butler immediately smiled like a flower.

He thought happily in his heart, this is a treasure he picked up.

Not only will you lose a portion of the chef's wages, but you will also save money on meat and vegetables for the servants in the future!
This wild monk is very good at cooking, and he can make such a delicious dish without meat, so it will be convenient for him to deduct meat money.

"Master, is our craft okay?" Zhu Chongba asked with a smile.

"Well, that's fine, that's really great!" The fat butler's tone was much kinder.

This monk is his own little fortune tree, so he has to be nice to others.

"Then we'll be the big cooks from now on?" Zhu Chongba asked.

"That's right, you will be responsible for the food for the hundred and ten people in the future!" The fat butler made a final decision.

Zhu Chongba was very happy when he heard what the fat housekeeper said.

He didn't expect to sneak into the back kitchen so smoothly, which is equivalent to half of the success of the plan.

(End of this chapter)