This memory flashed past Fangzheng's mind as a smile suffused the corners of his mouth. He looked into the distance and said loudly, "This Penniless Monk shall Consecrate all of you from afar. Amitabha, as long as the heart is present, the Dharma is present! Patron, feel at ease and open it! "
If anyone else had said that, Yang Ping would definitely have kicked them and spat out a mouthful of phlegm, cursing, "Darn liar!"
But what kind of person was Fangzheng? Yang Hua's child had come from a mountain begging! He was the Miracle Child that the hospital called a miracle! Others might not believe it, but Yang Ping believed Fangzheng 100%! He laughed immediately. "Thank you, Abbot Fangzheng, for the Light Bestowal!"
At that moment, Yang Hua peeked his head out and snatched the loudspeaker. He shouted, "Abbot Fangzheng, look at you holding a sickle. What are you doing? Harvesting the paddy? "
Fangzheng shouted at the top of his lungs, "That's right!"
"Abbot Fangzheng, let's compete! Let's see if you are faster or our machine is faster! Our big guy is really fierce! "Yang Hua shouted.
Fangzheng glanced at Lone Wolf. This fellow did not have hands and was just an errand boy. Monkey was considered a combat force. If Red Boy were to go all out, it would be too terrifying. Together with a skilled worker like him, it did not seem like he would lose! But on second thought, Red Boy definitely could not use his Dharmic powers or it would be difficult to explain. He had to restrain himself. Besides, it wasn't good for monks to compete.
Upon hearing Yang Hua's shout, Zhou Zishan and company, who were working, stood up. They looked at the huge machine in the distance, their eyes burning with fighting spirit. Unfortunately, there were only five of them. How could they beat the machine? Immediately, their eyes dimmed.
When Fangzheng saw this, he pricked up his brows and laughed loudly. "Alright! Let's compete then! At night, whoever harvests the most wheat will treat us to dinner! "
"No problem! Haha! Abbot Fangzheng, you are definitely treating us! I won't bully you. I'll let you harvest for an hour first! "Yang Hua patted the machine and said happily. He was extremely confident in his family's huge machine.
Dog Song, Sun Qiancheng, Tan Juguo, and the others didn't stop them. The autumn harvest was a joyous occasion, and the addition of new machinery in the village made it even more joyous. Everyone just wanted to play around and have fun. It was harmless, so they just wanted to watch the fun.
"Heh, Yang Hua sure is domineering. He even gave them an hour's handicap. If these wheat hands really go all out, they can probably dry an acre or two of rice paddies in an hour," Dog Song said with a chuckle.
"An ordinary person can only harvest one mu of land in a day. Even an expert would only be able to harvest two or three mu of land in this muddy river. But our machines can harvest hundreds of mu in a day! Not to mention an hour, even if we give them an entire day, they would still lose! "Right at this moment, an arrogant voice resounded.
Initially, Dog Song and the others were just teasing and joking around to join in the fun. Although this person's words weren't wrong, why was his tone filled with superiority? Wasn't that a little too much? The wheat hands earned their money with their own abilities, so there was no need to look down on them like that, right?
Turning their heads, they saw two strangers standing in the crowd at some point in time.
Of the two, one of them was slightly plump and wore glasses. He looked rather genteel, but when he looked up at the villagers, he exuded an air of arrogance as though he was looking down on inferior people. And standing beside him was a smart-looking man. The person who had spoken was none other than the slightly plump man.
When the slightly plump man saw everyone looking over, he turned even more smug. He continued, "Everyone, I think this competition is completely meaningless. The machine's victory is already a foregone conclusion. But what's the point of winning? What can a monk treat you to? Do you expect him to treat you to vegetarian food? The vegetarian food in the monastery doesn't have the five types of spices, much less meat. They can't even bear to put too much oil. That sort of thing, hehe … By the way, when are you going to start work? We are still waiting. "
Everyone looked at the creature that had somehow managed to sneak in. Their eyes were filled with displeasure. Who was this fellow!?
"Manager Sun, you haven't left yet?" Tan Juguo looked at the plump man and smart-looking man in surprise. Others might not know them, but he knew the duo.
The plump man's name was Sun Youqian. He had changed his name later because he wanted to be rich, rich, and even richer! He ran a combine harvester, but he wasn't the CEO of the combine harvester factory, but the sales manager. The smart-looking man beside him was Jiang Chaowei. He was the sales consultant of the combine harvester factory. The two of them had come down with the combine harvester. In order to ensure that their combine harvesters could be handed over to their customers in good condition, the Jiangyong Combine Harvester Factory would usually send a sales consultant to the factory to ensure that the combine harvester operated normally before returning.
However, this time, Sun Youqian had nothing better to do. When he heard that the village was buying a combine harvester, he decided to tag along. He also wanted to see what sort of scene One Finger Village was in the limelight at the moment. Furthermore, he had heard that One Finger Village had supreme-grade Frost Bamboo that was hard to come by. He guessed that since he was the sales manager of the combine harvester factory, he would definitely be treated well and given some Frost Bamboo to whet his appetite, right? Furthermore, he had posted on his WeChat Moments that he was going to One Finger Village to eat supreme-grade Frost Bamboo. Many people were asking him to take pictures, and some even wanted him to bring it back for everyone to try.
Sun Youqian had gone all out in his bragging, but he never expected that the people of One Finger Village would be so insensible. None of them thought anything of him! Instead, all of them circled the combine harvester and began arguing with a monk! What? He was a manager, so how could he be inferior to a young monk? The humiliation of being ignored rose in his heart as he felt aggrieved and indignant. He looked at Fangzheng with anger.
Sun Youqian was puzzled. Didn't the villagers know that as long as he was happy, he could give them a discount at any time and save a huge sum of money?
If it were any other buyer, Sun Youqian wouldn't be on the streets, basking in the sun and enjoying the autumn winds. Instead, he would be sitting at a table, drinking good wine, eating local specialties, and bragging. In comparison, Sun Youqian's opinion of One Finger Village was even worse! He decided that he would scam the villagers of One Finger Village from another angle with this machine! After all, for this kind of machine, on the surface, there was only the cost of purchasing the machine, but there were many other miscellaneous costs. Some of them were dispensable, but he believed that with his mouth, these ignorant bumpkins would have to spend what they should spend, even if they shouldn't spend it!
Having made up his mind, Sun Youqian narrowed his eyes and felt extremely smug. It was as though the villagers in front of him were lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
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