"I know Dongliang Village. The able-bodied men you see are the only ones left. Most of them have gone out to work.
Look, there are more children than adults. This is a village left behind. It's tough for the children. It's not easy for their parents either. Sigh … "
"It's also tough for the villagers to go out to work. They aren't cultured, and they do highly skilled labor. The pay is low. They live frugally, so they don't have much money left."
"Sigh, show some love. Reward."
…
Fangzheng saw all these conversations because Jing Yan had taken out her cell phone to search for the livestream channel. Indeed, these people were very popular. They were posted on the livestream website! He saw them at a glance.
Fangzheng sighed when he saw these people's comments. He originally believed that he was miserable enough, but compared to these children, he was actually quite fortunate. Although he did not have parents, Zen Master One Finger and the villagers had always treated him as their own child. Fangzheng had been mischievous and had suffered many beatings from a young age, but he had never lacked love. Life on the mountain was tough, but it was not so tough that he would starve to this extent.
"Patron, it's not bad that they are doing this, right?" asked Fangzheng.
Jing Yan said, "Continue watching."
Fangzheng nodded and did not say a word.
At that moment, just as the camera was about to sweep over, the person immediately stopped. Then, he frowned and signaled another man with his eyes.
The other man immediately walked over and handed a cigarette to Fangzheng and Jing Yan.
Fangzheng pressed his palms together and gave a Buddhist proclamation. "Amitabha. Patron, This Penniless Monk doesn't smoke. Thank you."
Jing Yan shook her head as well.
The man retracted his cigarette and said, "Brother, we need to use the venue. Can you help us and make way?"
Jing Yan frowned. "Do your charity work. What has it got to do with us?"
"You're such a boring woman. I told you that we could talk this over. Can you just give way? We are doing charity, and so are you. Didn't you give away all your things? If you are done, leave quickly. What are you staying here for? Lunch? "the man said with a fierce look on his face.
Jing Yan was not afraid at all. Her missy temper flared as she said angrily, "I'm eating lunch here. What do you want?"
The man still wanted to say something, but Fangzheng held Jing Yan back and said with a smile, "Amitabha. Patron, in that case, we won't disturb you any longer. Let's go now … "
"Master, what are you doing? Are you afraid of them? If they infuriate me, I'll turn old … I'll teach them a lesson! "Jing Yan was immediately infuriated when she saw how cowardly Fangzheng was. Where is the courage to catch a wolf with your bare hands? Why did he cower in the face of evil people?
Fangzheng chuckled. "Female Patron, what's the rush? Look … "
Jing Yan looked up and saw the ferocious-looking man standing there with a smile on his face. "This woman is quite pretty, but it's a pity that her temper is too bad. That flowery monk was quite tactful. He didn't need me to do anything and ran away. You're such a coward, yet you can still pick up girls … Monks are indeed a popular profession. "
With that said, the man turned and left as though he couldn't see Fangzheng and Jing Yan.
It was the same for the rest of the blondies.
Jing Yan looked at Fangzheng as though she had seen a ghost. "Venerable One, what's going on?"
Fangzheng smiled. "Amitabha. It's just a small trick. Alright, let's watch in silence. This Penniless Monk is also very curious. These people have such strong bloodlust. They don't look like people who have renounced the butcher's knife. How can they do good deeds? Furthermore, they are doing good deeds with great fanfare. According to them, this isn't the first time. Why can't I see any kindness from them? "
Although Fangzheng described it as a small trick, Jing Yan looked like she had seen a ghost. However, thinking back to yesterday's video, she felt relieved. She sighed inwardly. "From the looks of it, crossing the river on a reed is real."
Jing Yan said, "That's why I'm here. This group of people has come to Dongliang County more than once. They have done things that incur the wrath of man and god. However, as there's no evidence, no one knows if the rumors are true or false."
"Patron, are you here to investigate this matter?" asked Fangzheng.
Jing Yan nodded and took out her cell phone to record the scene. At the same time, she said, "I hope the rumors are false. Otherwise … These people deserve to die!"
Fangzheng asked out of curiosity, "What rumors?"
Jing Yan shook her head. "Venerable Fangzheng, do you still remember what I told you before we came? Take a look for yourself when you are near the village. I believe the answer will be revealed very soon. "
Fangzheng wore a baffled look. What was going on? Why was she being so mysterious?
The blondies saw that the troublemakers had left.
They continued the live broadcast.
Especially the short blondie. He was very eloquent with his words. More importantly, as long as someone tipped him, he would immediately take out the money and stuff it to the villagers. He would give it regardless of whether they wanted it or not! Behind him were two people with money in their hands. They constantly provided the short guy with cash.
How was this helping the poor? It was clearly a show of rich people giving away their wealth.
The livestream room turned lively.
"Is it real money?"
"Is it real money?"
"That's how charity should be. Direct, point-to-point, person-to-person. Direct money. It's simple and crude. There's no trickery!"
"Yes, yes, yes. That's how it should be!"
"Forget it. Tipping first!"
"Let's start tipping!"
"For love and for the children, I'm tipping a rocket!"
…
Fangzheng and Jing Yan watched the content of the livestream and felt their hearts warm up. There were still many good people in the world. However, Jing Yan's expression turned more solemn. Fangzheng was also baffled as he thought to himself, "What is she worried about? There are so many people watching. With real money, how can it be fake? Don't tell me she's going through menopause … What a pity. She's still so young. She's aging prematurely. "
"Everyone, watch carefully. Tip as much as you want! Of course, we have to leave some for our hard work. It's not much, just two hundred yuan. It's money for food and gas. I believe everyone won't mind, right? "said the short blondie.
"Two hundred yuan? That's not much. "
"That's very generous. Sure!"
"Two hundred is really not much. It's so little for the five of us. How generous!"
"I really misjudged you. I thought that those yellow-haired people were nothing good. Now, from the looks of it, we can't judge a book by its cover. "
…
While everyone was praising them, the tips flew up. The blondies also quickly earned money. However, none of the villagers who received the money smiled. Their brows were tightly furrowed, and it was unknown what they were thinking.
The blondies did not care if they were adults or children. They gave money to anyone they saw. Many children gave money. Behind them, there were people taking pictures …
The entire process lasted for an hour. The tall blondie, who was recording, switched off his cell phone. Clearly, the livestream was over.
Jing Yan's breathing quickened as well. Clearly, she was nervous.
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