Chapter 1056 Why?
"Oh? How to save?" Fangzheng asked.
The system said in a tone that you are an idiot: "The reason why you cook the porridge for so long is because the materials used for the Wuyan Laba porridge are not from your world. It is very troublesome to cook with ordinary fire. But since you don't need to hide your magical powers , Just ask Honghaier to add some ingredients, and the speed of cooking porridge will naturally increase! You still have more than half of the night, can you change the pot of porridge and cook it again?"
When Fangzheng heard this, he slapped his bald head directly, didn't he, it was just a matter of changing a pot of porridge! Fortunately, he is still thinking about that!
Thinking of this, Fangzheng was taken aback for a moment, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes, he clasped his hands together, and said silently: "If the pot of porridge is no longer good, then just change to another pot. Everything in the world is like this! The poor monk thought too much before. !"
At this moment, Fangzheng thought about it thoroughly, supernatural powers are the new pot of porridge, low-key is still low-key, but there is no need to be evasive. People in the world don't know that there is hell, so they are arrogant and fearless. Since he has come, then hell and the world of ultimate bliss should reappear! He wants to set up some rules for the wicked people in this world... and replace the bad porridge in this world with a good one!
Fangzheng asked Lone Wolf to inform Hongboy about the porridge exchange, while he returned to the meditation room refreshed and fell asleep soundly.
The people outside were already excited by Fangzheng's fuss. One by one, they were sitting by the campfire, bragging about the mountains, and spit flying all over the sky. It was as if they were not Fang Zheng who had just flown into the sky.
While everyone was chatting, someone suddenly said: "Hey, Master Jingxin is cooking!"
As soon as everyone heard it, they immediately looked over subconsciously. Fangzheng Living Buddha's awesomeness can be boasted for a lifetime, but this may be the only time to eat Laba porridge, so they care more about the survival of this Laba porridge.
In the end, I saw Honghaier pouring the porridge from the big pot into a huge wooden bucket, and then pouring it into it one by one...
Just as everyone was about to say something, their eyes suddenly lit up, and they greedily breathed in the air!
"Hiss...it smells so good!" Song Ergou exclaimed, "This smells even better than last year's!"
"Who said just now that this pot is boiled with water? Damn, if it's water, then what do I usually drink? Horse urine?"
"Why do I feel that what I usually drink is not as good as horse urine?" Someone burst into tears.
Many people actually resonated...
At this moment, Song Ergou rushed up first. He was a clever man, and when he saw that the red boy was pouring out the porridge, he immediately became concerned and ran over to ask, "Master Jingxin, is our porridge boiled?" Alright? Look... would you like to have a bowl for me?"
While speaking, Song Ergou had already handed over the washbasin in his hand.
Seeing this, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then one by one scolded Song Ergou, a chicken thief. At the same time, they all stretched their necks and tensed their thighs. As long as Honghaier nodded, they would rush over immediately! If you can't grab the first place, you can grab the second place! Worst of all, I have to have porridge to drink!
Everyone understands that the nine-mouth big black pot looks a lot, but there are more people waiting to drink porridge here! Want porridge? If you don't show some desperate posture, you may not be able to drink it!
However……
"The cooking is done, but the porridge is spoiled, the master asked the poor monk to collect the pot of porridge and cook it again." Honghaier said.
When everyone heard this, they became anxious! Such a fragrant porridge is said to be bad? Do you want to re-cook? This monk is too prodigal!
"Master Jingxin, I have traveled all over the world for so many years, but I have never smelled such a delicious porridge. You said it was badly cooked. You are pure-hearted and don't give the cooks a chance to survive." A tourist shouted .
"That's right, Master Jingxin, I just learned to be a cook. I'm not bragging. I'm also a first-class cook at the best Songwu Restaurant in Songwu County. I thought I was a person in Songwu County, but I saw it today. The porridge you cook, I suddenly feel that what I cook is shit... I know that you monks in One Finger Monastery like to be humble, and our Chinese virtue is also modest, but when you are humble, can you give your colleagues a way to survive?" A man with a big face and thick neck complained bitterly.
But after hearing his complaints, everyone didn't know why, but they always found it extremely funny.
"Master Jingxin, are you kidding me? Such fragrant porridge is called bad cooking? If you don't like it, why don't you give it to me." Song Ergou didn't believe it at all. Almost, that's top food too! There are not too many of these things, if there are too many at home, it will be the treasure of the town store! Worried that your farmhouse will have no business in the future?
The others were not fools, and immediately followed suit: "That's right, Master Jingxin, I think this porridge is very good, or you can give it to us."
Hong Haier looked at everyone, your porridge is clearly cooked, but you don't give it to us, and you lie to us that it's overcooked, and you feel infinitely wronged. It was also the first time for him to experience Fangzheng's feeling that no one would believe him when he told the truth.
But what everyone said is right, since the porridge is useless, it seems that there is nothing wrong with giving it to someone...
So Honghaier said: "Wait a minute, poor monk, go ask your teacher, if your teacher agrees, then give it to everyone."
Everyone nodded again and again, then looked expectantly at the red boy who turned and left.
"Master, the situation is like this, you see..." Red Boy asked.
Fangzheng thought for a while, and said: "We can't eat these Laba porridge if we keep them, so it's not a problem to give them some. But these porridges are limited. After all, we can't make bad porridge infinitely, right? There are so many people, and there are so many people bringing pots, I'm afraid it's not enough..."
Hong Haier said: "Yes, that's why I didn't dare to agree. Master, you have a lot of ideas, what do you think should be done?"
Fangzheng rubbed his chin and said with a smile: "Didn't they think we were lying? Then tell them that those who have received these porridges will not be able to receive tomorrow's porridge. Choose one of the two, and don't choose more than one!"
When Hong Haier heard this, his eyes lit up immediately, and he nodded quickly: "Just do it!"
So the red boy ran away in a hurry.
At the same time, under the mountain, One Finger Village.
"Police, police! This way! Uncle policeman, help! I'm freezing to death! Does anyone care?" Fang Kui yelled at two passing police cars.
The policeman stopped slowly, and a policewoman jumped out of the car first, then looked at Fang Kui with a strange face, and asked, "What are you doing? Tie yourself up? Call the police yourself? You're in winter, Are you kidding us? I can tell you that it is against the law to report a false police report!"