The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

"Teacher, you've been bitten by a snake. I don't know if the poison has been cleaned yet. I think it's better to go to the big hospital or I'm not assured." Guan Xiangfeng said.

Qiu Xiaoye also said, "Teacher, I think Guan Xiangfeng makes sense, and you have to go to the hospital to see if your leg is broken."

"Okay, you two, don't say anything, I have something in my leg. As for poison, I believe in the long way. And I also like the feeling in the village, quiet and peaceful, really going to the hospital, too much trouble . In addition, you can stay, remember to pay for the cost of meals and accommodation. We can not eat for nothing, consumption is shameful. "Jiang Zhou said.

"Ah, teacher, look at what you said, are we such people?" Qiu Xiaoye smiled bitterly.

Guan Xiangfeng followed: "That is, rest assured, teacher, we will not eat for nothing."

"Okay, let's go out, I'm quiet." Jiang Zhou began to rush people.

Guan Xiangfeng, Qiu Xiaoye, and Fan Qing retreated.

"Ah, this countryside is good, the air is fresh, look at the mountains in the distance, there are many characteristics. Fan Qing, you come out this time, haven't you played less?" Guan Xiangfeng stretched out and pointed at the distance Tongtianshan Road.

"Play? Fart, almost died in the mountains. Okay, I won't tell you anymore, I'll prepare hot water for the teacher." Fan Qing left.

"Shit! Cut ..." Guan Xiangfeng looked at Fan Qing's back and whispered.

"At least they will shoot, and they will become the teacher's disciple." Qiu Xiaoye also said a bit sourly.

"Stop talking about this, upset, go, turn around." Guan Xiangfeng went out after speaking.

Qiu Xiaoye thought about it and shook his head: "Forget it, the teacher is still sick and needs someone to take care of it. Fan Qing is definitely not clumsy, you can go by yourself."

"It's up to you." Guan Xiangfeng waved his hand and was out of the yard.

Guan Xiangfeng was really upset. He asked himself that Fan Qing's nerd was weak, but his teacher Jiang Zhou accepted Fan Qing as a disciple and taught Fan Qing various skills. I have taken Fan Qing into the mountain more than once to select materials, but have never taken him once.

"Fuck, what's so good about that weak chicken? There is no money for money, nothing for nothing, a waste!" Guan Xiangfeng muttered in his heart, cursing.

At this moment, a sound of sawing wood came from a distance, and at the same time I heard someone swearing and yelling, "Song Ergou, you are" "a waste, I let you slowly grind the bamboo, You actually use a chainsaw directly! Get away! "The sound was loud like Hong Zhong.

Then an aggrieved voice sounded: "You only said to break, but not to grind ..."

"You still talking back? Can't learn? Get out of school!" Hong Liang's voice sounded again.

Guan Xiangfeng was curious and rushed together.

The walls of the people in Northeast China are generally not high. Guan Xiangfeng can see the situation in the yard when he stands on the street. I just saw a few villagers sitting in the yard, holding bamboos in their hands and using a carving knife. Carved with patterns. On the other side, an old man chasing a stick with a man in a peaked cap ran all over the place. Everyone watched and coaxed, clamoring for it, and some people running faster ...

result……

"Shut up for me! Whoever messes up will get me out of the house!" The old man became angry and yelled, and everyone shut up collectively.

Seeing this, Guan Xiangfeng was intrigued, lying on the wall, watching from afar.

Song Ergou was also caught by the old man. He raised his hand to his buttocks, which were two sticks. Song Ergou screamed, "Oh, sister-in-law, you are too cruel ... Oh ... a pain!"

Although Ma Biaozi is called a mule, she is actually not crippled. Her legs and feet are sloppy, but she is used to walking. After a pause, she looks like she has problems with her feet, so she has this nickname.

Ma Xunzi glanced at Song Ergou and said, "Song Ergou, go away, pull the calf, break your dog's leg, and stop thinking about my craft in the future."

Song Ergou immediately pretended to sell well, what is the most valuable thing in the village? Of course it is bamboo!

It is good to rely on bamboo to open a farmhouse, but now Yizhishan is not well-known, and the people who come are all familiar customers in the county, and few people come from Heishan City. The villages and other villages are all farmhouses. Although there are many people coming, but after everyone has shared the money, they do not earn much. On the contrary, Ma Biaozi has nothing to do with some bamboo products such as bamboo mats and pen holders, which sell well.

So everyone came to learn technology one after another. Big money and small money are all money.

Ma Xunzi does not hide himself. He is an lonely widow. He has no wife, no children, and can not bring it into the coffin with all his skills. Moreover, he does not pursue anything to make a lot of money, just a little money to live on. Of course, the villagers don't learn in vain, and Ma Biaozi does not charge money, but all kinds of chai rice oil and salt, good wine and meat, everyone has to send, basically it is not worry about eating and wearing.

In addition to Ma Biaozi in the village, they also hired some carving masters. Unfortunately, these people cherish their craftsmanship, hiding one by one and not teaching. Therefore, Ma Xunzi's craftsmanship is not the best, but has become the only place for everyone to learn. With this craft, Ma Biaozi has also risen in status. Everywhere I go, I drink and drink.

After finishing Song Ergou, Ma Biaozi took a bamboo tube and said, "Okay, open your eyes to these guys, and today I will carve a Zen pen holder on the spot. To say carving, I know, but we have bamboo. This hasn't happened before, and I'm a blind person alone. Don't expect me to give you detailed teaching. I can only show you how much you can learn and how much, it all depends on understanding. "

"Ma Xunzi, don't say that, you can teach everyone. We are not picky eaters. Not to mention, the three smelters beat Zhuge Liang. Those carving masters hid them, and we came together. , Research, maybe technology will soon surpass them. "

"That is, there are many people and powerful people. Let's call them together!"

"Yeah……"

Everyone followed Yinghe.

Ma Biaozi nodded and began to sculpt, and said while sculpting: "Actually, sculpting cold bamboo is very simple, even easier than sculpting ordinary wood. Go up the hill to cut a piece of fresh bamboo, and then use a pen to outline what you want to carve. The rest is patient kung fu, slowly carved. This is a slow kung fu, it takes time and patience, so don't rush, take it slowly ... "

Having said that, there was a sudden laughter on the side.

Although he didn't speak, the irony in the laughter was obvious. Ma Biaozi and everyone were unwilling. Ma Biaozi thought that this group of crops were laughing at herself and was about to yell. As a result, she turned out to be a stranger face. She was very tall and dressed in a stylish, black T-shirt. There was a tiger printed on it, and the tiger's mouth opened wide, and he didn't know what he had bitten. The man has a moustache and a ponytail behind his head. If it is placed in the city, it is artistic, but in the village.

"This girl, who has eaten too much hormone, has a beard." Song Ergou said with his mouth open.