The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Zhou Zishan also said, "Village chief, you can go back to dinner. We can just eat a bite, and we have a little tail left, and we'll get it all in the afternoon."

Zhou Ziyuan said: "Yes, village chief, you see that we are fine, the sky is high, the ground is wide, and the food is comfortable. Besides, this morning, we didn't actually do anything ..." Speaking of which, Zhou Ziyuan's old face was a little red, and such a large piece of land was helped to get it. He doesn't even know if he should receive today's wages. If so, how much should he collect ... Now I'm sorry to go to dinner again.

The youngest Zhou Ziheng didn't say anything, and his big eyes were moving. His age was right when he wanted to eat. Who can eat noodles? But Zhou Ziheng didn't say anything in the end ...

All of this, Founder, Wang Yougui, and Tan Juguo clearly saw what Founder was trying to say, but was caught by Tan Juguo, and then Tan Juguo said something to Founder, and then he smiled.

Seeing that Wang Yougui and Tan Juguo had gone, a disappointment flashed in the big eyes of the two little guys, but Zhou Ziheng was used to it, although he was looking forward to it, but he did n’t have it. It's not the first time anyway, and you're welcome, you can't take it seriously. Would n’t it be embarrassing if they really did, and they did n’t mean that? I met a few times on the road, and now he also learns to be good, whether with or without, he should not have ...

"Mage, are you still going back for dinner?" Zhou Ziheng came to Fang Zheng and asked curiously.

Founder laughed, "Amitabha, how about a poor monk who wants to have a meal with the donor?"

Zhou Ziheng stunned, pointing to the noodles with clear soup in his own pot: "This ... Do you eat this?"

Founder laughed: "When the poor monk came out of the family, he didn't hide it. A year ago, the poor monk didn't even know where to eat the next meal. Wild vegetables were hungry and they didn't eat less."

I heard that Founder was also from a poor family. Zhou Ziheng and Fang Zheng got close to each other and laughed: "That's OK, let's eat together. I'll tell you, we noodles came from Shaanxi all the way, this is pants With noodles, I'm particularly hungry and full of energy. "

Zhou Ziheng chatted with Fang being on the side, and the two chatted one after another. Zhou Ziheng found that the monk was really different from the monk he had encountered before. There was no shelf or taste of outsiders. Like a brother next door. The more you talk, the more open ...

"Mage, you are so young, you have become a monk, don't you plan to get married in the future?" Zhou Ziheng asked.

Fang Zheng laughed: "The poor monk can return to the vulgar in the future, but depending on the fate, the time has come. It is the donor, your elder brother and second elder are married, when are you going to get married?"

"I ..." Zhou Ziheng froze, then lay on his head on the field, looking at the white clouds in the blue sky, "I'm still young, don't worry ..."

Founder knew that Zhou Ziheng was a little bit offended. Young people, who wouldn't want to get married, he said this, not in a hurry, but not.

Sure enough, Zhou Ziheng began to suffer: "Mage, you don't know. We are poor but it is difficult to marry our wife. The set of color gifts and houses are down ... hey, I do n’t dare to think about it now. Make money, let's talk. "

Founder expressed understanding. It ’s not easy to get married in the Northeast and Northeast. The market in the country is similar. Girlfriends may be easy to find. But when it is time to get married, it is not a matter of two young people, but a matter of two families. Whether it is for comparison, for face, or for the sake of children, in short, this gift money cannot be bypassed. Once you want it, you can't be less than other people's houses, right? So one by one, in the end, the heavy burden fell on the parents, the children, I don't know how many pairs of men and women were crushed ...

This is also one of the reasons Fang Zheng is not in a hurry to return to the vulgar, now let him return to vulgar, really find a woman, he can not afford to marry.

The two continued to talk. Zhou Ziheng and his two elder brothers are different. Although life is hard, he is still very optimistic. He always feels that his future will be better. He yearns for an opportunity and then skyrocketed. Yi Jin returned home. And Zhou Ziheng also has more ideas, strive to make money, buy a combine harvester, then join a fleet, go from south to north and north to south, and then make money on the combine harvester business and so on ...

In Zhou Ziheng's world, he is not limited to wielding a sickle to cut wheat. However, in the words of Zhou Ziheng, he said these things to others. No one believed him at all, saying that he was crazy. Fang was the first to identify with him, and he was quite happy ...

Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said, "People who have no dreams are never qualified to laugh at people who have dreams; people who have dreams are never qualified to laugh at people who work hard for their dreams. The former dare not even dream, what further progress can we talk about? The latter is only possible if dreaming is not practical. "

As soon as Zhou Ziheng heard it, he burst into a smile and said, "I still have knowledge, and what I say is good."

Founder smiled. Perhaps I heard that Founder will stay for dinner. Zhou Zishan and Zhou Ziheng went out. It didn't take long to bring some wild vegetables back. Zhou Zishan said: "Founder abbot, sorry, we have nothing to entertain. Yes, you do n’t eat meat or drink ... ”

Fang Zheng laughed: "The poor monks usually eat white rice and bamboo shoots. This is the first time they eat noodles, or the authentic Northwestern craftsmanship. This is an authentic good thing that you can't eat with a lantern. Where else? ? "

Fang Zheng said this, Zhou Zishan didn't think so, and the contact time was not long, but he could feel that Fang Zhengzhi's position in Yizhi Village was even higher than the village head Wang Yougui. Will Fang Zheng be poor? However, as Founder said this, he was comfortable and a little embarrassed.

Wild vegetables are coming ...

Suddenly I saw a group of villagers coming in the distance, one by one, wrapped in big bags and small ones, and some people were holding trays, with a lot of food on them.

"This is it?" Zhou Zishan waited.

Wang Yougui came first: "The sky is high, the air is good, and the ground is good. In this situation, of course, you have a drink! Since you don't go to the village to eat, let's have a picnic here! Haha ... it's us Village specialties, there aren't too many good things. Don't blame the place where the hospitality is bad. "

Zhou Zishan watched the villagers put a round table on the ground, spread a cloth, put hot chicken, duck, fish, bamboo shoots, fragrant white rice, and big buns! Zhou Zishan's eyes suddenly turned red ...

Zhou Zishan went south and north, and has been to the northeast before. He knows that although the northeast also eats pasta, it is mainly used as a side dish. Moreover, in the countryside, steamed buns are generally only steamed after winter, and there is basically no steamed buns this season. Then the gimmick in front ... Thinking of this, Zhou Zishan took Wang Yougui's hand, the big guy, his eyes flushed, and he opened his mouth several times, but he didn't know what to say. He finally hugged Wang Yougui and whispered: "Thank you, Thank you……"

Seeing this scene, the villagers who were already busy also stopped, not knowing why, and they felt sour when they saw such a move by Zhou Zishan. What kind of experience will make a dignified 7-foot man cry in the face of this most normal meal? What did they experience?

The Founder clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, good and good ..."

"Thank you ..." Shen Aijia and others were also moved by the villagers' actions. They have never been treated this way by so many people. This warmth warmed their hearts.

Set up meals and drinks, everyone took a seat, sky high seas wide, eating and chatting, drinking drunk, this is the banquet in the countryside.

Not far away, Meng Meng secretly pulled the boy and girl away, ran to a short distance, and pulled out a large bowl from her bulging clothes. It was full of delicious chicken legs, chicken hearts, and chicken wings. After a big bowl, and then she has a big sister's temperament, she pushed in front of the two children and said, "Eat! They are all delicious!"

Little girl Zhou Huaying, little boy Zhou Huacheng is a child after all, no matter how early the rural child heads, eating is the child's nature. After seeing so many delicious food, they clapped their hands happily. After thanking Mengmeng, the three children hid on the small soil **** and ate. But he didn't know it. Who wouldn't see the behavior of Mengmeng secretly lying on the table and stealing chicken wings and chicken legs? It's just that everyone knows that this child won't mess around, and no one will stop it ... But in the eyes of a few little guys, this is the fruit of their victory in battle, and it tastes even more delicious.

After three rounds of drinking, everyone did not drink less. The brothers of the Zhou family were flushed, drinking too much, and talking too much. They poured out the hardships and hardships along the way. Wang Yougui and others listened to their experiences. In my heart, there are mixed feelings. Who can imagine the hardships of sleeping in wild wilderness all the way, digging wild vegetables, and bringing home to bring the mouth? In particular, I had to suffer from dizziness ...

Speaking of excitement, Zhou Zishan got up, pulled over the wooden board, Zhou Ziyuan took the beat and beat, Zhou Ziheng knocked on the rice bowl, and the three sang with rough voices.

"A puppet flying in the sky-Huangsha!"

"The earth is full of heaven-Huangsha!"

"The yellow sand is falling down-it's my house!"

...

No matter how good it is, no matter how beautiful it is, if the birds know how to return home, who can not want to go home?

On this day, all three brothers Zhou Zishan were drunk ...

Founder and his disciples secretly harvested the remaining rice.

Later, Founder stated that there was a sick old mother in Zhou Zishan's home, and that she went out to make money to treat her mother instead of buying a combine. After listening, everyone booed ...

Tan Juguo smoked a dry flue: "This is a real man!"

Everyone nodded.

Founder Road: "The poor monk has an idea, but you must agree."

"Fangzheng abbot, you can say anything if you want someone. If you want money and money, I support you!" Tan Juguo seemed to know Fangzheng's meaning, and smiled.

Founder Road: "I mean to give the donor Zhou the reward we got from the combine we won."