Wang Yougui glared at Song Ergou, who quickly shut up and moved the wood quietly.
Hearing the woman's words, Fang Zheng's old face also blushed slightly, but he could also tell that the woman said this more to express her respect for Fang Zheng. Of course, he was also a little curious. If he returned to secular life, what would this girl do?
Do you really want to go with him?
The lone wolf who came down with Fang Zheng whispered: "Master, come on, marry me, and you will get rich..."
Fang Zheng secretly kicked him in the butt and whispered: "Marry? What do you want to marry? To marry an ordinary girl, you need to have a house and a car. This girl... I guess you have to buy an island or an aircraft carrier."
Bar……"
Lone Wolf said decisively: "It's such a waste of money, so what else can you say? Master, let's go home."
Fang Zheng: "..."
"If the master really likes this little girl, she will give you a billion in wealth for free!" Finally, the lone wolf raised his feet and heard the woman behind him say this.
The lone wolf decisively put down his paws, swung his big tail, and whispered: "Master, please go all the way without sending me away."
Fang Zheng raised his leg and kicked the stupid dog more than a meter away. I have never seen such a bastard disciple, turning around and betraying the master!
Fangzheng clasped his hands together and said, "The donor is joking. How can a poor monk, a monk, talk about marriage? But the donor, why is this?"
Fang Zheng didn't want to waffle on this useless matter. No matter how much he wrangled, what if he offered a sky-high price? He said it as if he could convince the system to let him return to secular life.
So Fang Zheng decisively changed the topic.
The woman pursed her lips and smiled and said: "Let me introduce myself, my name is Ruan Yingzhu, and Ruan Wuhong is my father."
When Fang Zheng heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself: "It is indeed so."
It's good to know the basics. Fang Zheng is really afraid that if a fan girl hugs him and won't let go, that would be really troublesome.
Fang Zheng said: "It turns out to be the donor Ruan. Please ask the donor to say hello to your father on behalf of the poor monk."
Ruan Yingzhu smiled and said: "My father has been busy recently and has no time to come and see the master. Please don't blame me."
Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "A poor monk is a mountain monk, how can I talk about paying homage to him?"
At this time Wang Yougui stepped forward and said: "You two, since we know each other, don't be polite here. Let's go and sit in the room and talk about anything you have to do."
When Fang Zheng saw Wang Yougui coming, he knew that this guy had other intentions, but Fang Zheng didn't point it out, nodded, and took Ruan Yingzhu to the village committee to sit down.
Everyone sat down and Wang Yougui poured tea.
After Ruan Yingzhu took a sip, she said in surprise: "This tea... has such a unique taste. It has a refreshing taste. It not only moisturizes the throat, but also refreshes the mind."
Wang Yougui chuckled and said: "This is our unique Hanzhu tea on Yizhi Mountain. What you are drinking is Hanzhujian tea. It is made by frying the young leaves that emerge when Hanzhu grows. It is considered Hanzhu tea.
The best of the best."
Ruan Yingzhu praised: "I have heard of the name Hanzhu a long time ago. I knew it was magical, but I didn't expect it to be so magical. The taste is really good. I wonder how the yield is?"
Wang Yougui said: "The output cannot be said to be large, but after a year, it should be several thousand jins. If it is worse than this, it can produce tens of thousands of jins. There is also tea made from cold bamboo meat, which tastes even worse.
A few, but the taste is good, that is a lot, and there are still more than 100,000 kilograms a year. But this destroys the ecology, so one-tenth of the number I just mentioned is our annual output, hehe...
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Ruan Yingzhu nodded slightly and said: "Is that so? That's a bit too little. But this tea is of the best quality. It's rare and precious, so it's a good business. By the way, you just said this is just a small top quality? What do you think of the real top quality?"
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Wang Yougui smiled bitterly and said: "The real best ones are only found in Yizhi Temple. I guess they won't produce many in a year."
Wang Yougui looked at Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng was stunned, how much would he give birth to? How could he know how much he would give birth to? As a monk, he had enough to eat and sleep every day, so when had he ever cared about this? Anyway, as long as he had no shortage of food and drink...
But looking at the two of them, if he didn't tell them the number, he would probably be in trouble.
So Fang Zheng said: "Probably, it's a pound or two."
Wang Yougui and Ruan Yingzhu heard this and exclaimed at the same time: "How much?"
Fang Zheng thought he said too little, so he thought about it and mentioned it, "It's like three pounds."
Wang Yougui exclaimed: "So many?"
Ruan Yingzhu exclaimed: "So few?"
Then the two of them looked at each other and saw the astonishment in each other's eyes...
Fang Zheng was completely speechless. Is this more or less?
Ruan Yingzhu asked with a confused look: "How much?"
Wang Yougui smiled bitterly and said: "It's much more than I thought. You ask this question because you don't know how precious the cold bamboo on the mountain is. You don't know how delicious the cold bamboo tea on the mountain is..."
Ruan Yingzhu looked at Wang Yougui's intoxicated look and was a little curious, but she still said unconvinced: "It doesn't taste better than Dahongpao, right?"
Wang Yougui said: "I have never tasted Dahongpao. That thing only produces three to five kilograms a year. The people above lose one point, so I can't comment. But the Hanzhu tea on the mountain is definitely the best among the best! Abbot Fangzheng
, I have to discuss something with you, you see, the young leaves of cold bamboo are so good, can I pick some from time to time, and then study how to fry them to make the best tea?"
Fang Zheng smiled bitterly and said: "The poor monk knows nothing about fried tea. He usually picks it and soaks it in water to drink it. Since the donor is willing, just do it."
When Wang Yougui heard this, he was overjoyed and said: "That's good! Don't worry, I only use a little bit each time. I must find out the most suitable frying method for Hanzhu tea! Haha..."
Ruan Yingzhu looked at the two people in front of her, then looked at the tea in the bowl, and asked: "Is there such a big difference between the tea on the mountain and the tea at the bottom?"
Wang Yougui said with a smile: "That's the sky on the mountain. What we drink now is just dirt...it can't be compared."
Ruan Yingzhu suddenly became more curious, but she immediately suppressed it and remembered the purpose of her visit. Fang Zheng said: "Master, the main reason I came here this time is to hand over the wood to you. That is what my father bought from you."
After leaving, let us search for good wood from all over the world. My father said that only the temple made of these wood can be worthy of your status. In addition, we hired a large number of craftsmen, just waiting for the permafrost to melt after the spring.
Once it’s open, go up the mountain and start construction.”
Fang Zheng put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, after the donor returns, please thank the donor Ruan on behalf of the poor monk."
Ruan Yingzhu smiled and said: "So, Master accepted it?"
Fang Zheng said: "The poor monk is thick-skinned."
Ruan Yingzhu suddenly burst into laughter: "The master is indeed different from others, and he is not artificial at all. He is worthy of being a crooked master. He will always be different from others..."