"That's right, I'm a rich person and don't need money!"

"If you want to buy someone else's house, even if you sell all the land in our village to get the money, I guess they won't look down upon you."

"That's right..."

For a moment, several villagers nodded, their tone full of obvious sarcasm. Fang Yuan and others didn't know the reason, so they naturally felt very strange.

"Okay, don't make any noise." After a while, an old man stood up and said, "We will consider this matter. Now we should knock down the ruined temple first. In case the remaining wall collapses again, we will come here to play and be injured.

's child."

Under the comfort of the old man, others nodded, and a few young men stepped out and smashed the wall with big hammers. After a few minutes, the remaining three walls collapsed and were scattered into bricks.

"Brother Huoshu, let's discuss the matter of the new temple." After demolishing the wall, someone picked up a big hammer and said, "When the discussion is completed, just let me know. I have other things to do, so I'll do it first.

Went back."

Not only him, but other villagers also left one after another. After all, in the village, except for the elderly and children, no one had time to spare. They were either doing farm work or doing other things.

Ximen Huoshu and a few old people also understood very well and naturally had no objections. When these young men left, other villagers also felt that there was no fun to see, so they dispersed.

After a while, under the ruins, only Ximen Huoshu and two or three old people were left.

"Fire tree." At this time, an old man sat down on a brick and asked directly: "Do you have any ideas about the new temple?"

"Idea..." Ximen Huoshu hesitated for a moment, then reacted and hurriedly waved: "Brother Fang, Brother Bao, please come here quickly."

After greeting, Ximen Huoshu also introduced: "Uncles, let me tell you, those young people are my friends. Don't look at their young age, but they are professionals, talented students from the University of Civil Engineering.

I specialize in helping people design temples. I have participated in the construction of Taoist temples in many famous mountains and rivers, so I have rich experience."

"It's just a small temple, nothing to worry about."

Ximen Huoshu's irresponsible boast made several old people doubtful.

Under normal circumstances, a few old people would definitely express doubts, but when they heard about talented college students, they became a little convinced. After all, in their impression, college students must have some abilities.

Well, this shows that the village atmosphere is relatively simple, and a few old people do not have much contact with outside information. Otherwise, they should know that now is an era when masters are everywhere and there are as many PhDs as dogs. As for college students, they are worth more than Chinese cabbage.

to flood.

All in all, under Ximen Huoshu's earnest recommendation, several old people welcomed the arrival of Fang Yuan and others.

"New temple, right? Simple."

After walking over, when he heard Ximen Huoshu mention this, Bao Longtu squatted down, picked up a small stone at random, and then sketched it stroke by stroke. It only took two or three minutes to create a simple and elegant building.

The temple without losing its atmosphere is gradually taking shape on the ground...

Fang Yuan looked sideways, and a smile flashed across his eyes. He recognized this temple. It was clearly a simplified version of the Guandi Temple in Quanzhou. Although many buildings were omitted, the basic structure was exactly the same.

This kind of architectural shape is the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancients hundreds of years ago. So when Bao Long finished drawing the pattern, everyone was immediately amazed and amazed.

"Thank you, thank you." Bao Longtu threw the pebbles, wiped the dust off his hands, and pretended to be modest: "The time is limited, and I don't have the time to carefully carve, so I can only doodle casually. You can be satisfied with it."

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"This little brother is really capable. He deserves to be a talented student." An old man gave a thumbs up, and then hesitantly said: "But... it should cost a lot of money to build such a big temple, right?"

"Not much, just a few hundred thousand." Bao Longtu said casually.

"Hundreds of thousands!" Upon hearing this, several old people looked at each other and immediately fell silent.

"Ahem!"

At the right time, Ximen Huoshu winked at Bao Longtu, and then smoothed things over and said, "Brother Bao, this temple is good, but it's a little too big. Can it be reduced a little bit?"

"That's it." Bao Longtu understood and immediately smiled and said: "No problem, I will do another..."

"etc!"

At this moment, an old man scratched his sparse white hair, with a bit of reluctance in his eyes: "How wonderful this temple is. If it is built, among the eight villages within ten miles, our village will be the most beautiful."

"Who doesn't want glory? The problem is that there is not enough money." An old man with a straight temper did not hide it and said bluntly: "A hundred thousand yuan is at least half the difference."

"Yes." Another old man nodded and said, "We can build the temple ourselves, but the bricks and tiles are not cheap."

"That's right..." As he spoke, the old man with sparse white hair sighed: "A penny really stumps a heroic man."

"Actually, it's not impossible." An old man suddenly said: "You have forgotten that there is a rich man in our village..."

"Third brother, stop talking." For a moment, the straight-tempered old man snorted: "He has established his own business and has nothing to do with us. It is better to ask for it than to ask for it yourself."

Suddenly, several old people fell silent, and the atmosphere was very quiet.

"Pah, pah, pah!"

At this moment, a burst of noisy sounds came, and everyone instinctively looked back, only to see a naughty child holding a flexible bamboo branch and waving his hands to beat the charcoal ash left after burning the statue.

There was a loud sound, charcoal ash was flying, and the afterglow of the charcoal fire could still be vaguely seen, with light smoke curling up.

"Naughty kid!"

At first glance, an old man rushed over, snatched the bamboo branch from the child's hand, broke it, and slapped the child's buttocks twice.

The child was stunned for a moment, then curled up the corner of his mouth and started crying loudly. The tears were more like broken pearls, falling down in a splutter. If you were a parent or elder in the city, you would definitely rush if you saw your child crying so miserably.

Pick up the child, gently coax it, and make many beautiful promises along the way.

Of course, the elders in the village also made promises when they saw this situation. For example, now, the old man's eyes widened and his palms were raised: "If you cry again, I will beat you!"

"Uh..." The child's cry suddenly stopped, but his eyes were still red, filled with crystal tears, and full of grievance. Obviously in his young mind, he didn't understand at all what he was doing when he was having a good time.

Got beaten.

The old man didn't explain, or even after explaining, the child didn't understand. However, he had rich experience in dealing with children. When the child stopped crying, he grabbed two candies from his pocket, peeled one of them and stuffed it into the child's mouth.

Then he handed the other one over: "Take it, go home and play."

As soon as the child sipped his tongue, the sweet taste immediately made him forget his sadness. Then he stretched out his fleshy little hands to grab the candy and went home obediently. After taking a few steps, an innocent smile appeared on his face.

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At the right time, the old man bowed to the charcoal and murmured to himself: "Children are young and ignorant. Master, don't blame me! Don't blame me!"

After praying a few words, the old man glanced at him and was stunned: "Hey, that's..."

At the same time, Fang Yuan and others also heard some noise and immediately looked for the sound. They saw seven or eight luxury cars forming a convoy in the direction of the village entrance, rumbling towards them.

The old man with sparse white hair stood up, with a somewhat dazed look in his eyes. Then he thought of something and exclaimed in shock: "Is that... he's back?"

"Who? Him!" Several other old people looked at each other with complicated expressions.

At this time, Bao Longtu couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart and couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Master Huoshu, who is he that these old people are talking about?"

"He is the owner of the house in the middle of the village." Ximen Huoshu said softly: "The richest man in the village. It is said that he is worth hundreds of millions. I don't know if it is true or not."

"Wow, what a rich man." When Bao Longtu heard this, he couldn't help but sighed, and then said thoughtfully: "But it seems that the relationship between this rich man and you is not very good?"

"Almost." Ximen Huoshu smiled, but did not explain further. Because at this time, an old man suggested: "Let's go down and see what he does when he comes back?"

"Okay..." The others had no objection and walked towards the village under the mound.

However, as outsiders, Fang Yuan and others were inevitably a little hesitant, not knowing whether they should follow. Fortunately, Ximen Huoshu responded quickly and hurriedly turned around and said: "Brother Luo, you go to my house for tea first, I will be back soon."

"Okay!" Luo Qiu agreed. After all, as a pure wood carving master, he was not interested in other people's affairs. When Ximen Huoshu and a few old people walked away, he immediately turned back and said: "Let's go back and continue to watch.

Jinsunan.”

"Oh..." Fang Yuan and others naturally had no objection, turned around and walked away.

After walking only a few steps, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew up, and a thin layer of dust enveloped the group of people like a gauze curtain, which naturally caused them to quickly step back and dodge.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Fang Yuan turned around to avoid the wind and sand, squinting his eyes slightly without closing them completely. It was for this reason that he happened to see the charcoal ash piled up beside him flying up under the strong wind and turning into a cloud.

The gray-black tornado raged towards a nearby mountain.

When the ashes swept across, some debris and charcoal debris were left on the charred ground. It should be that the firewood was not fully burned, so naturally there were some charcoal sticks and a black brick left...

"Wait, Brick?" At this moment, Fang Yuan's heart moved, and he couldn't help but take two steps and slightly stirred the dark "brick" with his toes.

"No, the weight is wrong. It doesn't look like a brick." Fang Yuan pondered for a moment and kicked it again. The "brick" immediately turned over, making him more certain that it was not a brick, but a piece of wood that had been burned into charcoal.

At this moment, the strong wind stopped, and Bao Longtu waved and called: "Wanzi, let's go."
Chapter completed!