Fang Zheng was about to say something when he saw Song Ergou barking and panting heavily. He also carried a brocade box in his hand. He arrived in front of Fang Zheng, sat down at the door, and stuffed the moon cake box into Hongbai'er.
In his hand, he shouted: "Fang...Fang...Abbott, give you mooncakes! Damn...Chen Long...you fly!...I'm exhausted."
One can pick up two, but he can't pick up Chen Long's and not Song Ergou's, right? So Fang Zheng nodded.
Hong Hai'er immediately took it and said with a smile: "Although it's not enough to eat, everyone has a share, haha..."
Song Ergou also gasped and said: "I hired a master to make this by hand. The raw materials are all imported, and the eggs inside are laid by our own little hens. Well done... uh...
Eggs... I am Cao! Abbot, it seems that you can't eat eggs." Song Ergou almost cried when he said this. He only thought about getting the best one, but he forgot about the eggs, and he was about to cry without tears.
Fang Zheng was stunned. He didn’t expect Song Ergou to be so interested. Although Fang Zheng had helped Song Ergou to turn his prodigal son back, Song Ergou had indeed helped Fang Zheng a lot for so long. He basically trusted Fang Zheng unconditionally and was always at his disposal.
As soon as you arrive. This way of thanking you has already repaid the kindness of that day.
Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and said, "The two donors have shown their heart, and the poor monk has thanked me. Donor Song, my heart has come to you, which is better than anything else, and the poor monk has accepted it."
"This...hey. Abbot Fangzheng, don't be polite and don't thank me, otherwise you won't be able to thank me in a while." Song Ergou waved.
"Can't thank you? What do you mean?" Fang Zheng was stunned.
Just then, there was a loud noise. Looking up, I saw a large group of people lining up.
"Amitabha, donors, what are you doing?" Although Fang Zheng vaguely guessed some of the answers, he still couldn't believe it when he actually faced so many people.
"Abbot Fangzheng, everyone remembers your kindness to everyone. Isn't it a festival? Everyone came here to thank you. One of them bought some moon cakes and gave them to you. It's a festival, so eat moon cakes." Wang Yougui laughed.
road.
Then Fangzheng saw a box from his house and a box from mine. After a while, there was a pile of mooncakes as high as a person at the door of the temple!
One moment, Honghai'er was worried about not having enough mooncakes. The next moment, he was looking at the mountain of mooncakes and worried. How can this be eaten? The little guy's brows knitted together.
Lone Wolf drooled at first, and then he kept drinking water. Looking at so many mooncakes, he felt dry in the mouth...
The monkey silently circled the mooncake mountain and recited something. People who didn't know better thought he was reciting Buddhist scriptures. But Red Boy and Lone Wolf heard clearly. This guy was clearly saying: "I haven't eaten snowskin mooncakes before; red bean paste filling."
Yes, it should be quite sweet. Try it later; you can’t eat the egg-filled ones; I don’t know which five-nuts are the five-nut fillings. How does it taste..." Just as the monkey’s eyes flashed red, he was about to eat him.
of mooncakes.
Fang Zheng finally understood the meaning of Song Ergou's words. Sure enough, he really wanted to thank each one, but he couldn't thank them enough. The people he had helped came, including the apprentices who learned bamboo carving techniques in Yi Zhi Village.
Almost all the people in the village were mobilized, Fatty, Monkey and others came... Looking at these people, Fang Zheng was already satisfied. Everyone came not for his magical powers or anything else, but they really respected him and appreciated him, so
Come. This kind of thanks is better than anything else! It’s so cool!
Fang Zheng spoke: "Amitabha, thank you all for your kindness. There are so many mooncakes that a poor monk can't finish. Besides, there are a lot of egg mooncakes here, and even a poor monk can't eat them all."
"Ah..." Everyone was stunned, looking at the hill-like pile of moon cakes, wondering who would throw it away and who would be worried.
Tan Juguo looked at Fang Zheng with a smile, as if he saw something, and asked: "Abbot Fang Zheng, what are you going to do?"
Fang Zheng said: "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. On the night of the full moon, the whole world celebrates and worships and worships the moon. The poor monk thinks, how about everyone admiring the moon on the mountain today?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned. Obviously, no one had such a plan. But then I thought about it. If I didn't come to the mountain, I would probably watch TV at home, brag, eat moon cakes, climb out of the window and look at the moon before falling asleep. This is also true.
It's not interesting, why not come to the mountain together and join in the fun.
So everyone agreed.
Tan Juguo showed that he was indeed like this, and at the same time he nodded slightly. Looking at Fang Zheng's eyes, he liked him more and more, and thought to himself: "With one finger, your apprentice is getting more and more prosperous, haha. In the past, he couldn't even eat without having to carry it around."
Now I have learned to share and not waste anymore. It is really getting better day by day..."
Thinking of this, Tan Juguo said to everyone: "Since everyone agrees, let's follow the old rules. Each family provides a table and several chairs! By the way, bring a chair for friends from outside. No one should be stingy or stingy! If
If you leave a handful behind, I’ll get it myself, old man!”
"Come on, secretary. At your age, who would have the nerve to ask you to go down the mountain to get it! Friends from outside, follow me! There are many chairs in my house, so take as many as you need!" Song Ergou shouted.
When Tan Juguo heard this, he took off his shoes and threw them at Song Ergou, laughing and scolding: "You bastard, you still think I'm old, don't you? Let's see if I don't beat you to death!"
Song Ergou was so frightened that he ran away, and everyone burst into laughter.
Zhao Gang, Xue Zong, and Shao Min had been standing by and watching. There were so many mooncakes, and they were also curious about what Founder would do with them. Although they had never seen how the temple did this kind of thing, some people would choose to do it if they received too many mooncakes.
Pack them up and sell them to nearby stores to make a lot of money. Moreover, the shelf life of mooncakes is quite long, and they can be eaten for a long time. If you encounter a small-minded person, you would rather get moldy and spoiled than give them to others.
And Fang Zheng's method really made a few people's eyes shine. The more they looked at Fang Zheng, the more they felt that what they had just done was embarrassing. A person who can get such heartfelt support from so many people will be a selfish person who will destroy a century-old tree.
Is the old tree just a dregs of a facade?
When everyone dispersed, Shao Min immediately ran over.
When Fang Zheng saw this crazy girl coming again, he felt a little numb. What kind of person makes people helpless? It's this kind of good person with good intentions. He can't even say it or hit him. If he explains, the other party can come back with a big blow.
Piles of trouble...
Just as Fang Zheng was trying to figure out how to escape, Shao Min suddenly stopped in front of Fang Zheng, bowed directly and said, "Abbot Fang Zheng, I'm sorry!"
Fang Zheng was stunned for a moment, then looked at Zhao Gang and Xue Zong who were smiling. Fang Zheng understood something, put his hands together and returned the salute: "Amitabha, the donor is so polite."
"I'm really sorry. It was my fault before and I was preconceived and self-righteous," Shao Min said.
Fang Zheng said: "Donor, if you can think this way, the poor monk will feel relieved. Otherwise, if the donor asks the poor monk to move the bodhi tree, the poor monk will be really in trouble."
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