As soon as the waiter left, Zhang Xingjun couldn't help but ask.
Zhang Zhong smiled and shook his head, "I bought it in a group, it doesn't cost much, let's go in."
"Oh, there are so many flowers."
Just when Zhang Zhong was about to take Zhang Xingjun and others, who were struggling with the rent, into the yard, Pengpeng was already attracted by the sea of flowers on the east side of the yard.
Pengpeng's vitality sometimes gives Zhang Zhong a headache.
She likes to be held by her father, but once she is put on the ground, she is like a wild horse that has escaped the reins and cannot be caught at all.
Grandpa was struggling with the rent, and she couldn't care less about it. When she saw the sea of flowers, she ran over.
Zhang Zhong and his parents looked at each other, and he said helplessly, "Let's go in later and go see the flowers first."
Qingluo Xiaozhu is famous because it is located next to the Tulip Highlands on the island in the middle of the lake.
Hundreds of acres of flower fields, undulating like waves.
Although the name is Tulip Highland, it is not the flowering period of tulips now. There are only cosmos and a bunch of red flowers that are blooming soon.
A lot of thought went into the design of the flower field. Looking from a distance, it looks like a palette with distinct colors. The yellow grass surrounds the flower field, and short wooden stakes are rammed into the soil in the middle to separate the flowers and grass.
Although the flower field was right in front of me, it took a lot of effort for Pengpeng's two short legs to get close to the flower field.
When she arrived in front of a bunch of red flowers, she held on to the short wooden stakes nearby and stretched her head to breathe into the flowers.
"Ha ha--"
After Hu Huifang followed her, she saw Pengpeng's angry gesture and laughed, "Pengpeng, why did you learn to be like a puppy?"
Pengpeng turned her head and said to her grandma, "Dad taught me this. He said it was very cool. I tried it and it really works."
Hu Huifang rolled her eyes at Zhang Zhong and said angrily, "You kid, you don't have any seriousness."
Pengpeng looked at her grandma and then her father, with a big question mark on her head, but then she focused her attention again on the flower field in front of her.
After watching a string of reds for a while, her strength recovered and she lost her temper and started running happily along the path in the middle of the flower field.
Zhang Zhong's six long legs were no match for Peng Peng's two short legs. After running for a while, they couldn't keep up.
The most important thing is that Zhang Zhong is also carrying a luggage bag, which contains a change of clothes for the family, which is not light.
After running for a while, he stopped running and stood in the middle of the flower field, watching Peng Peng running around.
Now is the time of autumn and winter, the weather is getting colder, and everyone is wearing a lot of clothes. At this time, the sun is slowly climbing up, and after running a few steps, not to mention Pengpeng, several adults are sweating.
When Peng Peng finished having fun, she ran back by herself.
Maybe he was a little tired, so he lay motionless in Zhang Zhong's arms as soon as he came back.
Zhang Zhong finally realized that he was Peng Peng's bird's nest, and he had to wait for her until the tired bird returned to its nest.
With Pengpeng in his arms, the family of four finally entered Manor No. 8.
The waiter's introduction was not exaggerated. Although the courtyard looks quaint, it is indeed fully equipped and has all the furniture you need.
The house is very large, but there are only four rooms that can be lived in. There is also a large study room with bookshelves on three sides.
On the only wall in the study room without bookshelves, there is a large sign that reads "At Home". Of course, this is true when reading from left to right, but when reading from right to left...
In addition to the kitchen, there is also a kitchen, but the kitchen may be just for the purpose of "feeling at home" and does not have much practical use.
Because if you want to cook, you have to bring food from outside.
The only function of the kitchen seems to be to boil water, and to boil water, an electric kettle can solve the problem.
After arranging their respective rooms, Zhang Zhong ordered an electric tour bus from the hotel and drove his parents and Pengpeng towards Huangyue Temple.
The island in the center of the lake is so big, so of course Huangyue Temple cannot be very large, but such a small temple is divided into a front temple and a back temple.
There are no restrictions on burning incense in the front temple. Anyone can burn incense sticks in the front temple. However, it is different in the back temple. You need a chance to enter.
What is the opportunity? It is in the lottery box in the temple.
Asking for a lottery is ten yuan a time, and the lottery is free. If the lottery you draw shows that you have a chance, you can go to the Hou Temple.
Zhang Zhong didn’t believe in the “chance” inside the lottery tube.
He only knows that this is the marketing model of Buddhist disciples.
There are so many lots in the lotus tube. As for who is destined and who is not, the interpreter has the final say.
If his mother hadn't insisted on burning incense sticks, he wouldn't have let his bronze-stinking body pollute the pure land of Buddhism.
After burning incense at the front temple, Hu Huifang went to ask for a lottery, and insisted that Zhang Zhong also ask for one.
Zhang Zhong had no choice but to ask for one.
After the signature request was completed, Hu Huifang immediately took the signature that Zhang Zhong had asked for, handed it to the monk on duty, and exchanged the signature from the monk.
It seemed that she didn't care about the signature she asked for, and only focused on Zhang Zhong's signature.
Hu Huifang hurriedly sent the signature to the old monk who interpreted it, and said, "Master, please help my son take a look."
The old monk has a majestic appearance and majestic appearance, indeed he has the air of a master.
But of course, masters are not just about style.
The old monk glanced at Hu Huifang, then at Zhang Zhong who was following behind. He twirled his beard and said with a smile, "What are you asking for?"
"Seeking marriage."
Several black lines popped up in Zhang Zhong's head. It turned out that his mother meant this and was still worried about his marriage.
The old monk looked at the signature and thought deeply. Zhang Zhong then stretched out his head to take a look at the signature curiously.
"There are priceless jade and treasures hidden in stone, and they can only be found by strangers from other places. It is like holding a lamp to search for fire, so it is better to clean up the wasted effort."
Coincidentally, Zhang Zhong also happened to know that this lottery text was in the Guanyin spiritual lottery. It was a winning lottery, and it was like a hexagram.
"This hexagram holds the lamp and looks for the symbol of fire. Everything will be accomplished in due time." After a while, the old monk said.
Hu Huifang said, "Master, can you elaborate more?"
The old monk glanced at Zhang Zhong again, nodded and said, "In that case, I will explain it in detail. If you seek marriage, you will meet it. Nothing will happen. You just need to wait slowly. There may have been some bumps in the past, but in the past
The road to future love will be smooth and smooth. You only need to remember one thing. You must have unlimited intentions. The truth is before you."
Zhang Zhong frowned in confusion. Can so many things be seen in this signature?
However, after seeing the old monk looking at Peng Peng who was looking around in the narrator's direction from time to time, Zhang Zhong probably understood that, after all, the interpretation of Huangyue Temple's fortune is just a form of physiognomy.
After hearing this, Hu Huifang was greatly impressed, "Master is really amazing."