Chapter 1119 Old, Can't Sleep

It was night, and everyone was idle. Fangzheng looked at these energetic guys who didn't sleep, and called them all over, prepared all kinds of tools, and went to collect Jingmi.

Crystal rice is indeed different from ordinary rice. Although it also has a shell after ripening, if the shell is shaken casually, it will crack and spit out the crystal-like crystal rice inside. With the abundant harvest of crystal rice, the rice tank in One Finger Temple was finally filled with rice again, and there was still some leftover.

Looking at these crystal rice, Fangzheng was suddenly touched and relaxed by the feeling of starvation. He doesn't know why, maybe it's because he's been hungry for too long before, or it's other reasons, anyway, he has a natural desire to hoard food. As if hoarding is not enough...

Satisfied, he touched handfuls of crystal rice, imitating Hong Boy, squeezed one into his mouth, bit it lightly with a click, the crystal rice cracked, and a sweet taste permeated his mouth. That feeling unexpectedly had an inexplicable beauty that he could describe but couldn't describe. But one thing is for sure, starting from today, Yizhi Temple has added another kind of pure natural, pollution-free and tonic snack besides cold bamboo and white jade cabbage.

Looking at the gluttonous disciples, Fang Zheng grabbed a handful and smiled at everyone.

Everyone was a little excited, is this going to give out snacks?

Then Fangzheng put the handful of crystal rice in his pocket very seriously, and said, "Children, eat less snacks, especially at night, it is not easy to fall asleep after eating snacks. So, let's go to rest early..."

After finishing speaking, Fangzheng put a grain of crystal rice into his mouth, chewed it briskly, and went out.

Lone wolf, squirrel, monkey, red boy, and salted fish heard this, and looked at Fang Zheng's actions, and all of them felt aggrieved and wanted to cry. Xianyu and Honghaier even cursed in their hearts: "This thief is bald. We won't let us eat it, but he eats it. What a fucking pitfall!"

Not reconciled, the squirrel chased after him and asked, "Master, it's not easy to fall asleep after eating too many snacks, why are you still eating?"

Fangzheng looked up at the sky, let out a long sigh, and said in an incomparably despondent way: "The poor monk is old. When you get old, you will sleep less. You have to eat something to pass the time after a long night, don't you? It's alright, don't worry about being a teacher, go early sleep."

Then Fangzheng flung his sleeves and walked away. Under the silver moonlight, the white clothes looked a bit desolate.

If there was no sound of rattling and bouncing, the squirrel would have almost believed this bald thief!

The lone wolf, squirrel and other disciples, as well as Xianyu, looked at each other, and they all saw a capital letter in each other's eyes: "MMP!"

Especially a few minutes later, after the sound of snoring came from Fangzheng Meditation Room, several disciples shouted in their hearts: "Is this what he said about the insomnia of the elderly?"

For the first time, a few guys had the urge to sharpen their knives and go bald!

After a night of nothing to say, the next day, Fangzheng walked out of One Finger Temple refreshed. It was a sunny day, and the sky was full of stars blinking. Then, with the sound of bells and drums hidden in the darkness, a round of golden sun hung in the sky.

On this day, Fangzheng received a call from Wang Yougui, saying that many foreigners from Southeast Asia had come to the village, and they were all talking nonsense, which made them very passive. In the end, it was all settled by a blind gesture...

Wang Yougui said that he planned to hire some foreign language teachers in the village, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

Another one is that Wang Yougui said that the mountain road of One Finger Mountain is too narrow, and more and more tourists come every day, which cannot meet the needs of tourists going up the mountain at all. He asked Fangzheng if he had any idea to widen the mountain road.

Fangzheng refused immediately, widening the mountain road? Wouldn't that be to open mountains and build roads?

This mountain is not big at all, and if we drive down, there may be only way left. And Yizhishan has different feelings for Fangzheng. There are childhood, memories and hope here. The point is, this Zhishan Mountain is Zen Master Yizhi's heart, and he reckons that if he dares to mess around, Zen Master Yizhi must have prepared a truckload of feather dusters waiting for him when he goes down.

In order not to be beaten, Fangzheng refused resolutely.

In this regard, Wang Yougui could only smile helplessly, but Fangzheng heard this laughter, why was it a little thief?

"Benefactor Wang, don't you think about building roads at all?" Fang Zheng asked.

Wang Yougui laughed and said, "It's okay not to build the road. After the road was built, everyone went up and then went back home. Who will live in the guest room of our farmhouse? If you can't go up, you have to wait. Where are they waiting? Isn't that right?" Live in a village? Let me tell you, now we refer to the village, not to mention comparing it with other rural areas. Even urbanites, their income is not as high as ours, and life is better! Many families are planning to expand... But I didn't let them build a small western-style building. It looks good, but it loses the cultural atmosphere of our Northeast countryside. But there is also a problem, the homestead is so big, no matter how much you fiddle with it, you can't get much land... Hey... Look at it It hurts so much money to flow to other villages.”

Fangzheng was dumbfounded when he heard this, and then he smiled and said, "Benefactor Wang, since when did you know how to plan carefully? Since you are from the Northeast, you should show the spirit of a man from the Northeast. What's the use of making more money? If you bring those who die but don’t take them with you, since you don’t have to worry about money, let’s think about how to repay the society. In addition, the outflow of money is also a good thing, it can be regarded as benefiting one party and accumulating virtue.”

Hearing this, Wang Yougui laughed loudly and said, "It's alright, you kid, and you're starting to reprimand me. I understand what you're saying, but I'm just a little confused. Don't worry, I'm politically aware, and I'm ready to unite all of you. In the village, I got a tourist bus, and then raised funds to build roads. When guests come, you can’t let them bump on the broken road in the village, right? How do you say it? By the way, you want to get rich and build roads first... "

Hearing what Wang Yougui said, Fangzheng was relieved.

In fact, Fangzheng has always been a little worried, worried that the villagers will fail their studies when they have money, lose their simplicity, and the scholars will be tricked. Since the villager is still the same villager, and his uncle is still his uncle, Fangzheng is relieved.

After hanging up the phone, Fangzheng immediately ran to the back kitchen, took the ladder and climbed up to the Buddha vat that no one had been looking at. Looking inside, Fangzheng was stunned, and exclaimed: "Amitabha has a Buddha! ! Is this the sauerkraut of the poor monk?"

I saw a golden thing looming in the salt water in the huge Buddha tank. Fangzheng quickly jumped down, called Honghaier, and the two of them carried the Buddha vat to the yard. The sunlight shone into the Buddha vat, and Fang Zheng could see it more clearly.

Under the water is a thing like golden seaweed and coral, which looks extremely gorgeous in the sun!

Fangzheng also looked inside the Buddha jar earlier, but the white jade cabbage hadn't completely changed color at that time, and at that time, he just changed the water, so he didn't look carefully, and didn't think there was anything wrong.

But looking at it now, Fangzheng only feels that the stuff in the buddha jar is not cabbage, but soft gold!