Although he said this, Fang Zheng had no intention of going down the mountain to farm. Crystal rice is valuable, and planting it down the mountain is too troublesome, and it is not easy for him to take care of it on the mountain. The point is, planting crystal rice requires the help of scriptures, Buddhist aura, etc.
Okay, these things don’t exist under the mountain.
After eating at noon, he continued to irrigate in the afternoon. Finally, before dark, Fang Zheng completed all his projects and sown the seeds.
At this moment, the crew also saw the changes here. They saw buckets of water being carried up the mountain and poured into a small puddle. Everyone was curious.
Lin Dongshi came over and asked curiously: "Master Fangzheng, what are you doing? Reservoir?"
Luo Li smiled and said, "It's impossible. It's a bit difficult to store water on this mountain."
Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and recited a Buddha's name: "The poor monk is not building a reservoir, but preparing to open up wasteland and cultivate land on the mountain."
"Pfft..." Old Tao, who was silent, couldn't help laughing: "Master Fangzheng, you have never planted the ground, have you? In this cold weather, are you farming? Many of your seeds will freeze to death. Now
It’s not time to raise seedlings yet. By the way, Master Fangzheng, what do you want to plant?”
Lin Dongshi also said: "Yes, it will freeze here at night and all the seeds will die. If you really want to plant it, why not build a greenhouse?"
Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said: "Forget it in the greenhouse, the poor monk has no money. What the poor monk is growing is rice. As for the method, the poor monk should think about it later."
"Hey, you monk, you still don't listen to my advice, okay, forget it if you don't listen. If crops can grow in your field, I will read your name backwards." Luo Li rolled his eyes and felt that this little monk was too funny.
It was overwhelming, and at the same time it was a bit too bad. They reminded me well, but they didn't listen. Think about it again? There is no greenhouse, farming on the top of the mountain in early spring? Even if we bring experts from all over the world, there will be no chance, right? He guessed
Look, this monk’s head is going to explode even if it’s full of seeds.
A few people wanted to say something, but someone came over and said that the director had called them. They had no time to argue with Fang Zheng and went back to work immediately.
The crew over there was very busy, and Fang Zheng was about the same here, going up and down the mountain to fetch water without stopping.
Over at the crew, during a break from their busy schedule, Lao Tao, Lin Dongshi, and Luo Li told Fang Zheng about opening up wasteland to plant rice in March.
When everyone heard this, they were immediately speechless. Someone said: "He won't just open up wasteland, get some water, and wait for the weather to warm up before planting, right?"
"That makes sense, Lao Tao. I think you are overthinking. Sowing seeds in this weather? Either a fool, or a fool's mother. Anyway, it has nothing to do with being a fool." Another person said.
Lao Tao thought: "That's really what happened..."
"Old Tao, look, what is the monk doing bending down in the water? He is still holding a bag in his hand." Luo Li put up an awning with his hands and looked into the distance.
When everyone heard this, they all stopped, standing in rows like weasels, stretching their necks and looking into the distance.
Fang Zheng took something out of the bag and stuffed it into the water.
"It looks like they are sowing seeds." Old Tao said.
"I'm such a good boy, am I really a fool?" the person who was the first to call him a fool sighed.
"After all, I am too young and have no common sense." Lao Tao said.
"It's hard to persuade a damned person with good words, and he will die if he is not saved by great compassion. We have said everything we should say. He insists on his own way, so let him continue to plant. Let's just live in harmony." Luo Lidao.
Everyone shrugged, agreed, and continued working.
When Lao Tao saw Director Yu coming, he immediately approached him and told the story. He planned to make the director happy and have a good time.
result……
"Old Tao, look at me. Have I changed anything?" Director Yu asked.
Lao Tao came over, looked at it carefully and shook his head: "Nothing has changed."
"Come on, come on..." Director Yu put his arm around Lao Tao's shoulders and said, "I haven't slept since last night. I haven't combed my hair, washed my face, or brushed my teeth. I'm almost as tired as a grandson.
, you still have time to watch the fun? It seems you really have time."
When Lao Tao heard this, his face suddenly changed. He was flattering, but he didn't understand. He was so outrageous!
Sure enough, Director Yu shouted: "Everyone, please take a rest, Tao Tao has taken care of the rest."
Lao Tao: "#@￥..."
But no one noticed that someone in the nearby luxury tent listened to all these words.
Li Xueying looked out the window and saw the mirror image of Fang Zheng. She smiled bitterly and said, "What a simple fool..."
When Fang Zheng arrived in the evening, Fang Zheng finally planted the seeds one by one. Everything was ready. Fang Zheng sat on the edge of the field and started to read. As he read the scriptures, Fang Zheng was in a trance and seemed to hear the crackling sound.
The sound was like a bud growing from a seed. The feeling was extremely real, but when I opened my eyes, I couldn't see anything strange except the calm water surface.
Fang Zheng didn't think much and continued to chant. As a result, the picture in his mind reappeared. He seemed to see the birth of a new life. The buds grew bit by bit, and every bit was full of vigorous vitality. Fang Zheng was both novel and happy, and even more...
Most of it is an understanding of life.
At this moment, Fang Zheng finally understood the meaning of Zen farming. This is not simple farming, but letting go of everything, calming down, and comprehending natural growth, the power of life, the laws of heaven and earth, and the natural process. This is a kind of practice, and it is also a kind of natural process.
Enlightenment is still a kind of emotion.
As Fang Zheng's heart was immersed in the joy of life's growth, he felt the reluctance of life struggling to grow in the soil but being crushed by the soil, feeling the pride at the moment when the ground was broken, and feeling the beauty of life...
Fang Zheng's body also exuded vigorous vitality, and his whole person seemed to be more energetic and energetic.
The squirrels, monkeys, and lone wolf who were a little impatient at first became quiet after hearing the sound of the scriptures.
The squirrel lay on Fang Zheng's legs, and the lone wolf lay behind Fang Zheng. The huge silver-white body became the background of Fang Zheng. The wolf's head lay on its paws, squinting its eyes, as if listening.
The monkey imitated the square posture, crossed its legs and squinted its eyes, not knowing whether it was listening or dozing off.
The setting sun was setting behind Fang Zheng's head, like a Buddhist wheel, making him even more extraordinary, as if he were a living Buddha in the world.
The crew in the distance has quieted down. Except for a few unlucky guards who were eating there and bragging, most of the people have gone down the mountain to eat.
However, there is one exception...
At the foot of the mountain.
"Why is Xueying gone again?"
"Sister Xueying is such a god. She was here just now, but she disappeared in the blink of an eye."
"Xiao Liu?"
"Don't ask me, Sister Xueying has always been like this. If you say no, she will leave."
"I really doubt how you became Xueying's manager. No one can find you..."
"Well, everyone who could find her before was fired." Xiao Liu said cutely.