"Everything is hard to come by, and good things are definitely hard to find. I suggest that everyone go up the mountain and have a look! Maybe the mage has gone back to the mountain." The man in the flower shirt shouted. His name is Hua Luo. His name is very elegant, but his personality is not that good.
elegant.
Everyone responded immediately in Wenyan. The guests from the city have gradually regarded finding rice dumplings as a small goal and joined in the fun. After all, in the city, you want so many people for one thing.
It is not easy to organize some activities with a united mind, talk, laugh and have all kinds of fun together. Now, it is a rare opportunity to have such an opportunity, and everyone is in high spirits.
Especially the children, who are by themselves at home, now see so many children gathering together and having a great time, of course they love to join in the fun even more.
So, following Hua Luo's shout, a group of people went up the mountain in great force.
However, two hours later, they looked at the closed temple door and were dumbfounded!
"Is it closed on purpose, or is there no one inside at all?" Hua Luo's wife asked doubtfully.
"Open the door and go in to see if you can find out." Hua Luo said.
"No!" At this moment, a shout came, and then several villagers ran over and blocked the crowd. The leader was Wang Yougui who came running after hearing the news.
"Village chief, what are you doing?" Hua Luo asked in confusion.
Wang Yougui said: "The temple is closed, so you can't go in. Abbot Fangzheng is probably not here, so everyone should go back."
When everyone heard that, they couldn't come in? Then they wandered outside, looking at the lush and green bamboo forest in the distance, and they had their thoughts, but Wang Yougui blocked them again. What a joke, that's the signboard of the village, there are so many people
If you run over, they won't be able to see you.
Everyone could only watch from a distance, and then sat on the mountain one by one, unable to go down. They had to wait until Fang Zheng came back, and at least have some rice dumplings. Some of these people didn't eat it, but some of them did.
The feeling of lingering fragrance in the mouth makes them intoxicated. The point is, it is said that these rice dumplings are only available today. If you miss today, you will have to wait until next year. So every foodie just waits for their own taste! Those who don’t have it
Those who have eaten it are even more curious. Since there are people waiting, let’s wait together. Otherwise, if others eat it but you don’t, wouldn’t it be a big loss?
However……
The whole morning has passed...
Fang Zheng didn't come back.
One afternoon has passed, and Fang Zheng still hasn’t come back...
A group of people went from being full of enthusiasm and fighting spirit to finally turning into eggplants beaten by frost, wilting and wondering if it was time to give up and go down the mountain...
And what is Fang Zheng doing at this moment?
After watching the dragon boat race outside and strolling around for a whole day, the people from Yizhi Temple finally walked back unsteadily.
On the way, Fangzheng was also curious about what kind of world Red Boy was in, so he asked, "Jingxin, how do you educate children in your hometown?"
"Education? What's so good about education? In our place, if you have a big fist, you are right, and if you have strength, you are a king! I don't want to brag, but if I say one thing, all the little monsters in the mountain will be busy to death. Oops...
That's life, it's not like here, with all the rules and restrictions." Hong Hai'er missed his past life quite a bit.
Squirrel asked curiously: "Junior brother, you are so powerful. But what if you meet someone more powerful?"
Honghai'er said: "Which one is more powerful? It's okay. My father and mother are very powerful. My mother is using the fan again. If anyone is not convinced, give it a fan! Hey, that person doesn't know how far he has flown. My father is even more powerful.
That's the King of Power, who dares to mess with me!"
"Then if your father and your mother fight, who is stronger?" Squirrel asked cutely.
Honghai'er suddenly became speechless...
Fangzheng chuckled and laughed. This squirrel's brain is really...unique!
Red Boy wrinkled his nose when he saw Fang Zheng laughing. With his temperament, how could he not retaliate even after being laughed at? So he said, "I don't know about that either."
"Didn't they fight?" Lone Wolf also asked curiously.
Hong Hai'er shook his head and said: "I've been beaten a lot of times." When he said this, Hong Hai'er said with a vicissitudes of life: "I won't say it anymore, it will make me sad if I talk too much."
"Since we have been beaten, there must be someone who is more powerful. I guess Jingxin's mother must be more powerful. After all, she has such a powerful fan." Squirrel said.
The lone wolf said: "Your father must be more powerful. King Hercules, is he like a bear? Where can you stop even the wind can't blow him away?"
There is no way for a lone wolf and a squirrel to communicate. They all talk about their own things.
Honghai'er said: "I don't know. Every time they fight, I find it very funny. I clap my hands on the side and let them fight more intensely. As a result, I get beaten by mixed doubles every time... Hey, my childhood
Ah, it’s too terrible to look at..."
When Fang Zheng heard this, he couldn't hold it back any longer and burst out laughing. No wonder this red boy is so bearish, his emotional parents are also two bear parents...
While talking, I returned to the mountain, but before I went up, I saw countless pairs of eyes on the mountain looking this way, and each one's eyes were almost glowing with green light!
Red Boy stood in front of Fang and shouted: "Master, be careful!" After shouting, Red Boy regretted it. What does it matter to him whether this thief bald dies or not? He will be liberated only after he dies!
Fang Zheng laughed out loud, clasped his hands together, and said to everyone: "Amitabha, donors, what are you doing?"
"Abbot Fangzheng, you are back. What else are you doing? I'm waiting for you. It's all the fault of your rice dumplings... They are all here to ask for rice dumplings." Wang Yougui came over first and explained the situation clearly.
Fang Zheng was helpless when he heard this. He knew that there was a farmhouse activity in the village, but he didn't expect that a few rice dumplings would cause such a big reaction. Look at the green eyes of everyone, if they don't get rice dumplings for them today, they might have to eat rice dumplings.
Exploded...
Then Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said: "Dear donors, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. All the rice dumplings given out by the poor monk have been given out, and there is not a single one left."
What a joke, how much savings does Fang Zheng have? Making rice dumplings costs money! Giving real money and silver to the people in the village has almost bankrupted them, so how about giving it to outsiders? Do you really think Fang is a rich man?
"Abbot Fangzheng, you can't be like this. We have been waiting here all day. Look, we haven't eaten lunch yet. We are just waiting for your rice dumplings." Hualuo was anxious, but she also lied. They couldn't eat lunch.
They all ate, and even though they didn’t go down the mountain, someone brought them up.
Fang Zheng still shook his head and said: "Sorry, donor, the poor monk really has no rice dumplings. I prepared all the rice dumplings yesterday and gave them away today."
Fangzheng didn't dare to open his mouth. The crystal rice dumplings were definitely delicious. If these people were addicted to eating them and asked for them every day... Is he a monk or a businessman? He gave them to the villagers because of their kindness to each other, and
What about these people? Fangzheng has no feelings for them. It has been widely spread, and the same goes for Zongzi...
After saying that, Fang Zheng led his disciples back to the door, opening the door, closing the door, and never being sloppy.