As soon as it started to dawn, Zhang Dong arrived early and waited outside the gate of Old Man Li's courtyard.
Squeak——
As Old Man Li pushed open the wooden door of the courtyard, the bright laughter of Dongzhang standing outside the door also followed: "Good morning, old man."
Seeing Dong Zhang take the initiative to say hello, Old Man Li quickly responded to Dong Zhang, and then looked at Dong Zhang with some surprise, who was wearing simple clothes, and said with a slight hesitation: "Master, this is it."
Looking down at himself in a short shirt and trousers, Zhang Dong smiled sarcastically and said, "Did I think that I can only sit in front of the stage and hold documents in my hands, and that I am a Confucian scholar who doesn't work hard on my limbs and doesn't distinguish between grains and grains?"
"No, no, no way. I'm just curious as to why the young master is dressed like this."
Seeing that Dongzhang had dispelled his idea, Old Man Li hurriedly replied with a bright smile.
"My father-in-law took me to the temple to worship the Buddha, and he also said that the good boy went in as a distant relative of my father-in-law. How can he work in that long robe and Confucian shirt?"
"Don't look at the kid's thin body. In the past, I always helped with family affairs in my hometown. I still have some strength, so it doesn't matter."
After getting rid of Old Man Li who wanted to say something else, Dong Zhang also suppressed Old Man Li's doubts.
Then the two of them counted the vegetables in these baskets in the yard. They watched Dongzhang move them up and down quickly with his hands and feet. He really had some strength and didn't look like he had never done farm work before. Then they felt relieved.
Come and play with Dongzhang.
After about half a stick of incense time, the two of them had already counted the vegetables again. During the term, Old Man Li's wife also showed up to help many times, but she mostly took care of the poultry in the backyard, so she and Dongzhang also
There was not much communication, just a simple hello.
While Dongzhang and Old Man Li were chatting, more than a dozen monks with their heads covered with cloths finally came quietly outside the door.
There was no need to wait for them to knock on the door, Dong Zhang had already followed Old Man Li and opened the door for them.
"Amitabha, please help me."
Accompanied by a powerful slogan, the leader who came into view was a middle-aged monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and the rest of the people who filed in after him were mostly in their twenties.
Dongzhang just glanced at him and focused more on this middle-aged monk, because he was estimated to be the leader of the team. Whether he could go to Shaolin this time or not would depend on him.
Perhaps sensing Dong Zhang's gaze, the middle-aged monk also looked at Dong Zhang, clasped his hands and nodded. Dong Zhang immediately returned the gift. Neither of them spoke, but their eyes were still a little curious.
Looking at the cloth covering their heads, they may have noticed the curiosity of the child Dongzhang. The leading middle-aged monk did not explain anything, but smiled at Dongzhang more and more kindly.
In fact, even if they didn't say it, Dongzhang probably guessed that since the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, he had heard various versions of the thirteen warrior monks protecting the King of Tang Dynasty. Let's not consider whether it is true or false for now.
But there are definitely cases of attacking barbarians to protect their homeland, and there are only a few more. Now half of the land of the homeland has been cut off to Mongolia, and the Shaolin Temple is located on the border of Mongolia. This awkward position inevitably makes it difficult for Shaolin monks to walk down the mountain.
Dress up and don't show off.
While he was thinking so wildly, Old Man Li had already led a group of monks to the prepared vegetable baskets, but the middle-aged monk at the head just looked at the two extra loads of vegetables with some surprise.
Without asking any more questions, he called to the monks behind him to pick up the vegetable baskets. Seeing that he didn't care about the clothes, Dongzhang became very anxious and hurriedly signaled to Old Man Li without leaving any trace.
"Master, thanks to your temple for taking such good care of me and our family for a long time, the harvest this time is very gratifying. I have taken it upon myself to treat these two loads of vegetables as extra to thank your temple for your care. Please be careful and don't refuse."
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After receiving the signal from Dongzhang, Old Man Li hurriedly came out and explained to the middle-aged monk.
Originally, the Shaolin Temple and Old Man Li had agreed to take thirteen loads of vegetables when they went down the mountain. Two days ago, due to Dongzhang's intervention, the two agreed to give two more loads as extra. Of course, Dongzhang paid for the vegetables at the original price.
Forget it to Old Man Li.
Even if he absolutely refuses, this will make it easier for the two of them to go up the mountain, because there will only be thirteen monks including the middle-aged monk in the lead. So the two extra loads can only be carried by Old Man Li and him.
The father-in-law has come to bear the burden.
After listening to Old Man Li's words, the middle-aged monk was obviously hesitant: "This is against the rules, donor."
"Hey, Master, please don't say any more, what are two loads of cauliflower seeds worth? On weekdays, you all help the village old man and my family. Just think of it as the sesame oil money that my old man and his family gave to your temple. That's it."
After speaking, Old Man Li did not forget to ask Dongzhang to carry the other load of vegetables. He also took advantage of the opportunity to carry a load of vegetables. Dongzhang secretly gave Old Man Li a thumbs up. This old man's acting skills will be praised in future generations.
Definitely a finalist.
The middle-aged monk wanted to say something more, but when he saw that Old Man Li and Zhang Dong had already set up a load of vegetables, he thought that there were only two loads of vegetables, so he sighed and said to Old Man Li harmoniously:
"Then there will be a benefactor."
"It's okay, it's okay, let's go."
The cheerful old man Li raised his chin without saying anything and signaled that everyone could leave.
Although Dongzhang has never stopped exercising for more than a year and eats mostly to replenish blood and qi, he really can't bear it because he is still young, I think he is only about thirteen years old. He can have explosive power but his endurance is not as good as these things.
The old cow and donkey are used to farm work.
What's more, the warrior monks of the Shaolin Temple looked as if nothing had happened as they set up their burdens. If it weren't for the speed of taking care of Old Man Li and himself, Dongzhang suspected that they might take off now.
The leading middle-aged monk obviously noticed Dongzhang's difficulty. He came to Dongzhang quietly at some point and said kindly:
"Little almsgiver, why don't you give this load of food to a poor monk?"
Dong Zhang, who was panting and sweating like peas, glanced at the middle-aged monk and said, "Master, I can still hold it."
The middle-aged monk just smiled and shook his head and followed Dong Zhang silently. It was obvious that Dong Zhang was just an ordinary kid who didn't understand martial arts, but the look he looked at Dong Zhang began to reveal a hint of appreciation.
In ancient times, there were no ladders like those in later generations. They were all solid dirt roads. The road up the mountain was rugged and steep, not to mention carrying something on your body. In short, it was difficult to walk.
But as I walked, I don't know if it was an illusion, but Dongzhang suddenly found that the burden on his body was much lighter. He turned around and saw the middle-aged monk Lao Shen walking slowly and slowly carrying his food.
road.
But as soon as I turned around, the burden on my body became lighter again. This was definitely not an illusion. There was no need for Dongzhang to look back this time. It must be the fault of this middle-aged monk. It turned out to be like this. Okay, you take care of my face.
Thanks to you, why am I still growing?
After stumbling like this, Dong Zhang and his party finally arrived at the main entrance of the trip.