Yang Hua asked suspiciously, "Really? One Finger Temple has been renovated? The village paid for it? "
"I don't know who paid for it, but it has really been renovated. It was probably donated by some rich man … "Yang Ping hurriedly changed the topic and continued bragging about One Finger Temple.
Yang Hua was at a loss at that moment. He had no choice but to listen as a last resort. After the meal, he returned home to inform his wife.
The day passed quickly. The next morning, Fangzheng woke up early and cooked a pot of Crystal Rice. He had a great time eating it.
If not for the allure of the Crystal Rice, Fangzheng would not have woken up so early. But after tasting the Crystal Rice, he had to eat it without delay.
However, Fangzheng was displeased. Lone Wolf, who usually went out early to find food, did not go out. All he did was stay in the kitchen to guard. The moment the rice was out of the pot, he would stick out his tongue and look at Fangzheng with a look of yearning. If Fangzheng ignored him, he would stick out his tongue and make his saliva fly everywhere. It would force Fangzheng to share a mouthful of food with him before he could send the ancestor away.
After the meal, Fangzheng continued cleaning the temple hall. He wiped the Buddha statues and oil lamps. These were daily tasks.
Seeing the third day begin, Fangzheng looked at the empty door and sighed, "Ten incense sticks a month. When will it be completed? It's already the third day. I wonder if anyone will come today. Grandpa Tan and the rest too. They are already here but they don't offer any incense sticks. Sigh. "
Just as Fangzheng was waiting anxiously, he heard voices coming from outside. From the voices, it was a man and woman.
Fangzheng immediately turned spirited as he listened attentively.
"Yang Hua, are you mad? Even a big hospital says it won't work. What's the point of offering incense and praying to Buddha? What era is this? Why are you still so superstitious!? "
"What are you saying? What era is this? Doesn't Buddhism exist in every era? Don't all the temples exist? We are already at the temple's entrance. Don't say anything bad. If Buddha hears you and blames you, there will really be no chance for us, "reprimanded Yang Hua.
The woman scoffed and said, "What I mean is that if we want to pray, we should go to a big temple. What use is One Finger Temple? Monk One Finger still has some skills. We watched that young monk, Fangzheng, grow up. I even sewed his pants. Other than eating a lot, he doesn't seem to have any other abilities. "
Fangzheng blushed when he heard that. He never expected Yang Ping's elder brother, Yang Hua, and his wife, Du Mei, to come. He had a deep impression of Du Mei. She had a foul mouth, but she wasn't a bad person. She was straightforward and frank. However, he had been spanked by Du Mei many times when he was young. Thinking that he would be meeting Du Mei again in a while, Fangzheng subconsciously rubbed his buttocks. It hurt a little …
As he spoke, Yang Hua had already walked in with a middle-aged woman dressed in plain clothes. The moment the woman saw Fangzheng, she smiled. "Fangzheng, we are here to see you. Look what I brought you? Your favorite egg! And pickled cabbage. "
Fangzheng's eyes lit up when he heard that. In this remote and desolate place, eggs were definitely considered a luxury. Although pickled vegetables were only made from pickled cabbage, there weren't many of them in the early autumn season. Without the long winter and the torment of having to eat pickled vegetables every day, there was a yearning for it after not having eaten it for a year. The pickled vegetables immediately became a treasure, a delicacy!
However, Fangzheng pressed his palms together in a serious manner. "Thank you, Patron."
"Pa!" Fangzheng's bald head was slapped loudly by Du Mei. "What patron? You darn punk, you are still speaking like a monk to me. Regardless of what you are now, you are still a little bastard that I watched grow up. Speaking of which, how long has it been since we returned to the mountain? Why have you lost weight from starvation? Come, eat two eggs to nourish your body. The old hen laid them this morning. They were cooked in the pot early in the morning. "
Fangzheng was not angry at all when he heard Du Mei's nagging. Instead, he felt a warmth that he had not felt in a long time. He sighed inwardly. "It feels good to have someone care for me."
After Du Mei finished nagging, Fangzheng said, "Auntie, This Penniless Monk is already a monk. He can't eat eggs or meat."
"That's right. I already told you that Fangzheng is already a monk. How can a monk eat eggs? " Said Yang Hua. Then, he grumbled at Fangzheng. "You might not know, but the moment I said I came up the mountain to visit you, this fellow nearly killed my old hen to make soup for you. Thankfully, I held him back or it would have been a waste. "
Fangzheng smiled bitterly. Du Mei had treated him wholeheartedly, but it was true that Yang Hua was a little petty. However, what Yang Hua said was right. Even if the chicken was stewed, he would not be able to eat it. It would still be a waste. The old hens in the countryside were used to lay eggs, not to eat.
Du Mei pushed Yang Hua away and glared at him. "Why are you nagging? What are you doing? You sound like an old woman. Why do you have so much nonsense to say? Fangzheng, are you really not eating eggs? Delicious eggs? "
Fangzheng wore a bitter look. He was not a child below the age of three. Was there a need to use such a trick?
Finally, Fangzheng rejected her. Du Mei was immediately unhappy. "I went through so much trouble to get it for you, but you little bastard actually rejected it. You are really … infuriating!"
When Fangzheng saw this, he hurriedly said, "I don't want the eggs, but I do want the pickled vegetables! This is good stuff. I haven't eaten it in a long time. You have to leave it for me. "
Only then did Du Mei smile from ear to ear.
Fangzheng put away the pickled vegetables and asked, "Auntie, did you come up the mountain for something?" Fangzheng had already heard their conversation and could roughly guess. However, he did not know how efficacious his temple was.
Du Mei said, "Sigh, let's not talk about it. I haven't had a child all these years. I've been hoping for someone to die. I've been to the hospital and tried all sorts of folk remedies, but it's useless. Yesterday, your Uncle Yang's head was kicked by some donkey. He said he came up the mountain to pray to Buddha. If the hospital can't treat it, what's the point of praying to Buddha? Besides, even if he wants to pray to Buddha, it's still useful to go to a bigger temple. This tiny temple of yours doesn't even have three tiles on top or three feet of ground. What use can it be? The masters of big temples are capable. As for you, do you think I don't know what you're like? I know you have a birthmark on your ass even when you're wearing pants … "
"Ahem …" Fangzheng felt embarrassed.
Yang Hua hurriedly pulled Du Mei to the side and said, "Stop nagging. Are you done? You can't say it in front of her. Are you still praying to Buddha? "
Du Mei said stubbornly, "I'm grumbling to Fangzheng, not to an outsider. Why? Can Fangzheng be angry at Auntie? Fangzheng, tell me, are you angry? "
Fangzheng said helplessly, "No."
"See, you're not angry, right? Then, Fangzheng, do you think what Auntie said makes sense? "Du Mei asked again.
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