So, three days later, Red Boy happily followed Fang Zheng down the mountain.
After going down the mountain, Fang Zheng saw Ouyang Fenghua wearing a yellow T-shirt, shorts, canvas shoes, a black peaked cap, a ponytail behind his back, and a black backpack on his back. He was heading towards that station! Fang Zheng always subconsciously
Glancing at those straight legs, Fang Zheng deliberately slowed down his walking speed and silently recited the Qingxin Mantra in his heart. After reciting it three times, he calmed down and stopped looking.
But Hong Hai'er came up to him out of curiosity and said, "Donor, why are your pants so short?"
Fang Zheng raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head: "You said, do you have any pants?"
Red Boy looked down at his red bellyband and shouted unhappily: "Master, I also want to wear pants. If you don't give me one, what can I do?"
Fang Zheng said: "If I can afford it, do you still have to say it? I asked you to wear the clothes I wore when I was a child. You still disliked it, but now you are justified?"
"It's too ugly, I won't wear it!" Red Boy turned his head.
Seeing the quarrel between master and apprentice, Ouyang Fenghua burst into laughter. He knelt down, pinched Hong Boy's nose and said, "Jingxin, don't call me donor, call me sister."
"Haha...it's okay to call her granddaughter." Honghai'er rolled his eyes and said.
Ouyang Fenghua was dumbfounded. What was this naughty kid talking about?
Fangzheng was speechless, but he didn't refute yet. If we really talk about his age, this guy could be the grandfather of everyone in the world... But according to the age of the monster, he is still a three-inch bean! And in terms of knowledge, he certainly has a lot of experience.
I have used many magic weapons and elixirs
, but I have been squatting in the mountains. Apart from being praised, I don’t know anything about other people’s worldliness. Moreover, I am very stubborn. I am used to being the king of the mountain. I always want to have the final say, do whatever I want, and do whatever I want.
What to say, rarely consider other people's feelings.
In this regard, Fang Zheng could only guide him slowly. If he talked too much, it would be useless.
Red Boy turned his head, as if it was a matter of course.
Ouyang Fenghua didn't take it seriously, and just thought that the child was talking nonsense and childish talk. So he rolled his big eyes and said with a smile: "If you call me sister, I will go to the city later, and I will treat you to something delicious."
Buy you beautiful clothes, such as..."
"Sister, you are so beautiful!" Honghai'er shouted immediately before Ouyang Fenghua finished speaking.
When Fang Zheng heard this, he covered his face. He realized that he really underestimated the red boy! This guy didn't understand nothing, but he knew too much! Fang Zheng estimated that the fault was mostly caused by the Internet. It seemed that this guy
It is really imperative to ban children from the Internet!
Ouyang Fenghua smiled broadly, pinched Hong Boy's nose and said, "How good! Sister, you do what you say!"
Hong Boy laughed along, he didn't care about that, he just had to eat, drink and wear clothes.
When Fang Zheng turned around, Ouyang Fenghua secretly kicked Hong Boy's little butt. What a shame!
Ouyang Fenghua came in a friend's car, but in order not to disturb Fang Zheng, she drove away as soon as she got off the car. Now, Ouyang Fenghua regrets it...
"Master, how do you get out?" Ouyang Fenghua asked.
Fang Zheng said: "Let's go, a shuttle bus will be coming soon."
The shuttle buses here are all private. They drive here every day, circle around several nearby villages, pick up a lot of people, and then drive to Songwu County. Although this bus is convenient, it is notoriously circuitous...
…
Not long after, the shuttle bus arrived. From a distance, Ouyang Fenghua saw that the bus was filled with people's heads. The bus was also very dilapidated, as if it was about to be scrapped at any time. Along the way, black smoke was spraying from behind, as if
It looked like it was on fire. It was not an air-conditioned car. The windows were wide open and the handle of a hoe was exposed. Seeing such a car, Ouyang Fenghua felt like crying and asked weakly: "Master, can this... can you sit in it?"
What?"
Fang Zheng smiled bitterly and said: "This is the only condition in the village. If you don't take this car, there will be no other cars. Don't worry, we are all villagers and they are simple."
Ouyang Fenghua laughed dryly, but he was unwilling to do so, so he followed. It wasn't that he disliked the villagers, but he felt that this car was too unreliable! Did he agree not to overcrowd people? Did he agree not to smoke?
?What are those shiny cigarette butts and the smoke coming out of the windows? These are completely different from what she knew in the book. In her opinion, this car is unsafe. There are so many smokers and it is so smokey.
.
In particular, it took an hour or two to drive to the county seat. It was so crowded and she had to stand. Coupled with the road, Ouyang Fenghua already had a bit of black eyes and dizziness. She really regretted driving away from her car.
Knowing this, it would be better to let him wait in the county seat...
While Ouyang Fenghua was thinking wildly, Fang Zheng and Hong Hai'er had already got in the car and turned around to greet her at the same time.
Ouyang Fenghua helplessly got into the car and muttered: "I have to stand here until I die..."
However, as soon as I got on the bus, I heard someone shouting: "Master Fangzheng, are you taking the bus too? Come on, take a seat with me."
While he was talking, a tall and thick-set man stood up and gave up his seat to Fang Zheng.
Before Fang Zheng could say anything, someone immediately followed him and shouted: "Otherwise, Master, please stay close to me and sit here with me."
"You're so dirty, why are you sitting there? Come on, Fang Zheng, sit here with Auntie!" the woman shouted.
For a moment, the car was full of voices giving up seats. Ouyang Fenghua was dumbfounded by this scene. Is there such an operation? Although Ouyang Fenghua knew that Fang was the abbot of the temple, he had been doing well recently, and he was a good calligrapher. But he never expected it.
, Fang Zheng actually still has such influence. The villagers like him so much that they collectively want to give up their seats to him!
Fang Zheng did not expect such a situation. How could he, a young and strong man, be willing to sit down? He quickly clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, fellow donors and poor monks, how can I ask you to give up your seat if you are young and strong? The poor monk can just stand.
…”
"What are you talking about? You can sit down if I ask you to. Why? Do you think we are old and useless?" an aunt shouted.
As a result, a middle-aged man next to him laughed and said: "Hey, do you think you are useful now? When you got on the bus, you were the only one who squeezed in so much that you sat on it as soon as you were seated. You even complained about back pain and leg pain. Have you forgotten?"
"Get out! You're the only one who talks too much!" Auntie laughed and scolded.
The man also laughed, obviously they were just joking and not really arguing.
Fang Zheng refused again, but the aunt was not happy: "What's wrong with you kid? Do you really think we are all old? Let me tell you, if you go to the fields to do farm work, you may not be able to do it better than me. Okay, stop talking nonsense and sit down quickly.
." After saying that, the aunt forcefully pushed Fang Zheng down on the seat.
Fang Zheng had no choice but to put his hands together and say thank you: "Thank you so much, donor."
It turns out this is not over yet...
The aunt glanced at Hong Hai'er and Ouyang Fenghua, and slapped the man next to her on the back of the head.