Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and said, "I'm afraid the poor monk will disappoint the donor. The poor monk has little talent and knowledge, so he may only be a listener."
After hearing the previous words, Li Xueying's heart sank. She really didn't come here to find someone to solve her doubts. She knew her own problems. She just felt uncomfortable in her heart and wanted to find someone reliable to talk to. Fang Zheng gave her a very good feeling.
Well, even though it was only the first time they met, she still felt a natural sense of closeness and a sense of solidity and reassurance. The point is, this monk didn’t know her!
After hearing the second half of the sentence, Li Xueying breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Then just listen."
Li Xueying was about to speak when she suddenly heard a commotion outside. Someone shouted loudly: "Li Xueying! Li Xueying!"
Li Xueying panicked...
Fang Zheng said: "Donor, it seems he is looking for you."
Li Xueying sighed: "Well, it seems that we can only talk about this today. Well, if it's okay, what I said to you today, don't say it to other people, okay?"
Li Xueying asked.
Fang Zheng nodded and said: "The poor monk can help the donor keep it secret."
"Thank you very much. I like the tranquility here very much, and I also like your sense of being without any modification. You made me understand a truth." Li Xueying said with a slight smile.
Fang Zheng asked curiously: "What's the point?"
"Sometimes people's thoughts are too complicated. Of course, you can gain something, but you will also lose something. It's really easy to be simple and return to nature. Unfortunately, it's easy to realize but hard to do, and I can't do it. Alas...
…”
After saying that, Li Xueying turned around and left, with a relaxed smile on her face. But the moment she left the temple, the smile faded, she put on a professional smile, and silently put on her sunglasses.
Behind him, Fang Zheng was stunned on the spot.
"Be simple, return to nature, what's really relaxing? Return to nature, be simple? Mountains are mountains, water is water?" Fang Zheng suddenly woke up and burst out laughing: "I understand, Zen farming, Zen farming is a poor monk who thinks too much.
It’s time to farm! Just farm, put down all the burdens, and just go farm! Hey, Zen, Zen, Zen, when we talk about it in ordinary times, we just talk about it casually. Knowing whether it is emptiness or nature, realizing the heart of heaven is returning to nature, and it really comes into use.
At that time, I actually forgot.”
Fang Zheng shook his head and laughed, closed the door of the temple, and went to sleep happily. Starting tomorrow, he can farm!
That night, Fang Zheng had a dream. In the dream, he saw a field of mature crops dancing with the wind in the sun. It was beautiful...
The next day, before dawn, Fang Zheng got up and woke up the sleeping monkey. Fang Zheng cleaned the Buddhist hall, the monkey swept the fallen leaves, the lone wolf was responsible for taking out the garbage, and Fang Zheng threw the squirrel onto the beam to clean up the cobwebs.
Silk and other things, the wolf cried and the mouse complained in the temple that was mixed for a while, and the monkey was irritable...
However, Fang Zheng said that once the work was done, everyone had to eat and work obediently.
Clean the Buddhist hall, boil a pot of crystal rice, then take out the picked young shoots of Artemisia annua, add it to the boiling water to remove the bad smell, take it out, and squeeze out the water. Take out another
For the evening sauce, put a handful of willow sprouts with chopsticks into the sauce bowl, dip it in the sauce, put it in your mouth, and your mouth will immediately be filled with fragrance!
This is the unique fragrance of willow sprouts, coupled with the slightly salty sauce, Fang Zheng seems to be late for the taste of spring! Finally, he took a mouthful of crystal rice, and Fang Zheng squinted his eyes happily.
The squirrel sat on the table and looked at Fang Zheng with wide eyes.
The monkey was thoughtful, is this stuff really so delicious?
After the lone wolf glanced at it, he continued to eat the crystal rice. In his eyes, the crystal rice was enough, and the rest was bullshit! It is the last word to finish it early and grab the rice!
"What are you doing, poor monk? Let's eat. After we finish eating, let's go plant crystal rice. Once the planting is completed, once the harvest is harvested, hey, I'll make you have a full meal!" Fang Zheng said with a smile.
As soon as they heard that they were going to work, the guys immediately became weak. When they heard about the benefits of working, they immediately became energetic.
However, the squirrel still ran over and grabbed two willow sprouts. He also imitated Fang Zheng's appearance, dipped some sauce in his mouth and chewed it. Then his eyes lit up. He took a mouthful of willow sprouts and a mouthful of crystal rice.
Very happy.
Fang Zheng laughed loudly when he saw this. He took a small rice ball, got some willow sprouts, stuffed it with sauce, and then took a piece of side vegetable and made a vegetable bun for the squirrel. The squirrel licked it and looked at Fang Zheng suspiciously.
Fang Zheng said: "This will only taste delicious if you eat it in one bite. Give it a try."
The squirrel closed its eyes and stuffed the food directly into its mouth, its cheeks puffed up high as it jumped in excitement.
The monkey followed suit and took a bite of willow sprouts and a bite of crystal rice. Sure enough, the taste came out and the texture was excellent.
For a while, one person, a monkey and a squirrel were standing there. When the lone wolf realized that something was not right about being brisk and wanted to get closer, the last willow bud had already reached the squirrel's mouth. The lone wolf looked at it with a sad and angry look on his face.
He screamed, as if to say: "You bunch of unloyal bastards... don't leave any for me."
After breakfast, Fang Zheng took out the farm tools used by Zen Master Yi Zhi for farming, carried the hoe and went out.
At the end of March, the weather has only warmed up. At this time, planting has not started in the Northeast, especially on the top of the mountain, where the temperature is much lower than at the bottom of the mountain, making it impossible to plant. But crystal rice is different. Crystal rice is basically not picky about the climate, so
Plant early, harvest early, get rid of poverty and have enough to eat as soon as possible. For this thought, Fang Zheng didn't care so much.
Yizhi Temple originally had no fields, but the village later allocated a field for Yizhi Temple at the foot of the mountain. However, after Zen Master Yi Zhi left, it was already winter, so naturally no one took care of it. And now Fang Zheng doesn’t want to go down the mountain.
If you go there, you can plant it on the mountain, so why go down the mountain?
So Fang Zheng chose a place behind the temple with fertile soil, few rocks, and flat terrain as his own food base.
But the first problem is weeding. There are a lot of grasses on the mountain. Although it is only the beginning of spring and the tender grass has just grown, there were a lot of dead grasses last year. But for Fangzheng, it is not a big problem. After practicing the powerful Vajra Palm, there is nothing else.
Enough strength!
I waved my hoe and dug all the way. In half a morning, I dug out a small piece of open space, about one hundred square meters in size. I dug out useless stones and surrounded them. All I had to do was fill the middle with water and sprinkle the seeds. Crystal rice.
Planting and sowing seeds is so simple, but the follow-up is troublesome.
Fang Zheng took the lone wolf, even the monkeys, and went down the mountain to fetch water with a big basin in his hands. First, he poured it into the Buddha vat, which turned into rootless pure water, and then poured it into the paddy fields.
Filling a hundred square meters of rice field is no small project. Several guys have been busy all morning. At noon, they only filled half of the rice field. Fang Zheng smiled bitterly and said: "I'm starting to regret farming in the mountains. This