When Jiang Zuo and Jiang Li saw the shop assistant driving a carriage with the thousand-needles jade, which had been ignored for so many years, atop it, they were utterly shocked.
"Has our temple master gone mad? What's the use of buying such a piece of thousand-needles jade, to make our yard look pretty?" Jiang Zuo felt that if the temple master wasn't mad, he was close to madness.
What's the use of buying this thing? No matter where it's placed, it's a joke. Could it possibly be of any use? Doesn't it blatantly remind others that our temple master has squandered money on a useless piece of jade?
"Jiang Li, what on earth is wrong with our temple master?"
"If you ask me, whom shall I ask?"
Jiang Li replied with an annoyed glare at Jiang Zuo.
Anyway, he knew that their temple master never did unreasonable things; if their temple master took a fancy to this piece of thousand-needles jade, it must have its uses.
"Sigh."
Jiang Zuo let out a heavy sigh.