"Forget it, forget it... I am alone. There are several members of her family, and life is hard, so I should help her. Besides, it's not like I won't pay it back... Well, she said she will pay it back next month.
"The lame horse muttered.
However, a month passed quickly. Ma Laizi waited for several days but did not receive anyone from Ma Jiangping, not even a phone call.
Although Ma Laizi doesn't rely on the 20,000 yuan to survive, it is his hard-earned money after all. If the money given out is okay, then stop thinking about it. But this is loaned out, how could he treat it as
does not exist?
After waiting for another two days, Ma Laizi finally dialed the other party's phone number, but before he could speak, Ma Jiangping started talking nonsense to him, chatting about the weather and family for a long time, but never mentioned the matter of repaying the money!
Ma Laizi hinted a few words, but the other party didn't seem to understand.
After hanging up the phone, Ma Laizi sat on the kang, looking at the deserted room, feeling that the world was getting colder...
Another day passed, and Ma Laizi decided to have a showdown with the opponent.
When I called this time, Ma Laizi heard the clatter of mahjong in Ma Jiangping's house, and the house was full of people, which seemed to be very lively.
Ma Jiangping also said that several brothers and sisters came and were playing mahjong and chatting. Then, Ma Jiangping turned on the amplifier function!
When Ma Laizi heard this, he saw that there were so many people, and they all seemed to be talking hello to him. With so many people present, Ma Laizi was too embarrassed to ask for money, so he could only continue to say a few haha words and then died.
.
Ma Laizi waited for several days, but still had no letter. He called several times, but the other party hung up before he even opened his mouth.
Ma Laizi finally found an opportunity and directly asked about the money. As a result, there was a burst of crying for father and mother on the other side, as if someone would die if he paid back the money.
In desperation, Ma Laizi could only continue to wait. Two months had passed. During these two months, he only felt that his heart was so blocked that he couldn't eat or drink smoothly, and his carving skills were all obvious.
It’s gone down. It’s not because of the money, but because of this person!
The more I thought about it, the colder my heart became. With my heart depressed, I thought about it, and finally came to Mount Zhizhi to find Fangzheng to seek answers to my questions, hoping to gain spiritual relief.
After listening to what Ma Laizi said, Fang Zheng couldn't help but let out a long sigh. Fang Zheng had never encountered Ma Laizi's situation before, and just listening to the words of Ma Laizi's family, it was difficult for Fang Zheng to judge who was right and who was wrong. He still had to go there in person to determine the cause and effect.
Take a look and find out what's going on.
Thinking of this, Fang Zheng stood up and said: "Amitabha, donor, this poor monk knows about your matter. Do you know where your relative is?"
Ma Laizi didn't understand why Fang Zheng asked this, but he told Fang Zheng anyway.
Fang Zheng nodded slightly, indicating that he understood, and then said: "Donor, please go back first. The poor monk will come back to you in two days and tell you the answer."
Ma Laizi opened his mouth as if to say: I want to know the answer now.
However, after seeing Fang Zheng's calm eyes, Ma Laizi was stunned and could not say anything. He had learned sculpture from Fang Zheng for so long, even though he was Fang Zheng's elder, even though he had watched Fang Zheng grow up, even though he had beaten Fang Zheng
Founder’s ass. But there is no priority in learning, and the master is the teacher. After studying with Fangzheng for a long time, Fangzheng’s unique insights into carving and his extremely superb skills have long impressed Ma Laizi. He already respects Fangzheng as a teacher in his heart.
, naturally did not dare to go against Fang Zheng's intention. So he returned the courtesy to show that he understood, and then went down the mountain.
As soon as the lame horse left, Fang Zheng hadn't spoken yet. Xianyu jumped up with a bang and shouted: "Oh! This man is finally gone! Sure enough, as you get older, you talk more. Things that can be explained clearly in a few words are very rare.
It’s a long story. Do you really think it’s so easy to pretend to be a dead fish? My ancestors froze to death!”
While Xianyu was talking, he looked at the dishes on the plate, and it turned out that they were as smooth as a mirror! Looking at the rice in the rice bowl, he was completely destitute!
Xianyu's eyes widened and he wailed: "That's too much! Master, do you care about this? I'm pretending to be dead for the sake of the temple. You can't let me go hungry, right?"
Fang Zheng looked at Xianyu, shook his head slightly, didn't bother to pay attention to him, and went straight into the kitchen.
Seeing Fang Zheng leaving, Xianyu became even more upset and shouted: "You guys are bullying Yu too much. Can't you survive this day? Stop right there! Grandpa, I tell you, you will regret it! Don't bully me."
The young man is poor!”
Squirrel raised his head honestly and said quietly: "You are ninety thousand years old... you are not young anymore."
Xianyu was choked immediately, glared at the squirrel, and quickly changed his sentence: "You guys are so indifferent to me today..."
When Xianyu said this, Fang Zheng suddenly poked his head out from the door, looked at him curiously, and thought to himself: Has this Xianyu been modified? Has he become bloody? So he asked: "How?"
Xianyu stared at Fang Zheng with wide eyes, then looked at Hong Boy who was gearing up, and finally looked at Fang Zheng's shoes and shouted: "It will be cloudy and sunny tomorrow!"
Fang Zheng almost choked up his blood when he heard this. The dead fish was still as timid as ever... Shaking his head, Fang Zheng turned and left.
Xianyu breathed a sigh of relief, then sat pitifully on the chair, looking up at the sky. At this moment, he seemed to have lost all his dreams, and had only one thought in his mind - he was hungry!
Just when Xianyu was full of resentment, a big bowl was placed in front of him with a bang, and then a smell hit his nostrils, and at the same time a faint voice sounded: "Eat, you must be on time for your meals in the future."
Xianyu was stunned. Looking at the large bowl of rice and vegetables in front of him, the whole fish looked a little silly. He scratched the fish's head and felt that his brain was a little unable to keep up. When did this monk become so kind? He turned his head.
Looking at Fang Zheng who had left the temple, he clucked his lips and didn't know what to say.
At this moment, Hong Boy jumped up on the table and said: "The bowl is not enough. Master asked me to leave a portion when I serve the rice. Whoever comes last will eat from the pot last. But Master said, you must be at the bottom with your personality."
...Do you think Master will not let you eat? Alas, you have survived for so long..."
After saying that, Red Boy left.
At this moment, the squirrel came over, scratched his head and said: "Wow, I have so much left for you. Fortunately, I even helped you hide a rice ball..."
After saying that, Squirrel took out a rice ball from his small pocket and put it in a big bowl. The rice ball was not big, after all, the squirrel was only that big, but looking at the salted fish made his eyes sore for no reason.
Xianyu opened his mouth to say thank you, but when he reached his mouth, he abruptly changed it to: "Such a small amount of rice is not enough for my ancestors. You are so edible, so you can keep it for yourself."
"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Xianyu regretted it a little. His original intention was to thank the squirrel and let the squirrel eat more. But when it came to his foul mouth, it became something offending.
For the first time, Xianyu felt a little disgusted with his bad mouth.
Sure enough, Squirrel was stunned for a moment and said sadly: "You dislike it..."