Chapter 1281: Such a Dog

Wang Yougui glared at Song Ergou, and Song Ergou quickly shut up and moved the wood quietly.

Hearing the woman's words, Fang Zheng's old face also blushed slightly, but he could also hear that the woman said this more to express Fang Zheng's importance. Of course, he was also a little curious, if he returned to vulgarity, would this girl really want to go with him?

The lone wolf who came down with Fangzheng said in a low voice: "Master, go ahead, get married, and you will be rich..."

Fangzheng secretly kicked his ass, and said in a low voice, "Marry? What are you going to marry? To marry an ordinary girl, you must have a house and a car. This girl... probably needs to buy an island or an aircraft carrier." Bar……"

The lone wolf said decisively, "What's the point of wasting money like this? Master, let's go home."

Fangzheng: "..."

"If the master really likes the little girl, I don't want a penny from the little girl, but give away a billion of family wealth!" Only then did the lone wolf stand up, and he heard the woman behind him say so.

The lone wolf resolutely put down his paws, flicked his big tail, and said in a low voice: "Master, have a good journey, and I won't send you off."

Fangzheng raised his leg and kicked the stupid dog more than a meter away. He has never seen such a bastard disciple, turned around and sold his master!

Fangzheng clasped his hands together and said, "The benefactor is joking. How can a poor monk talk about marriage when he is a monk? It is the benefactor, why?"

Fangzheng didn't want to argue about this useless matter, no matter how much he talked about, what if he charged a sky-high price? He said it as if he could convince the system to let him return to vulgarity.

So Fangzheng decisively changed the subject.

The woman pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Let me introduce myself, my name is Ruan Yingzhu, and Ruan Wuhong is my father."

Fangzheng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and said to himself, "It really is."

It's good to know the basics, Fangzheng is really afraid that a fan girl will hug her thigh and won't let go, that will be really troublesome.

Fangzheng said: "It turned out to be the benefactor Ruan, and please ask the benefactor to send hello to your father on behalf of the poor monk."

Ruan Yingzhu said with a smile: "My father has been busy recently and has no time to come to see the master. Please don't blame the master."

Fangzheng shook his head and said, "A poor monk, a monk in the mountains, how can we talk about seeing him?"

At this time, Wang Yougui stepped forward and said, "Both of you, since you know each other, don't be polite here. Let's go, sit in the room and talk slowly if you have anything to do."

When Fangzheng saw Wang Yougui coming, he knew that this guy had other intentions, but Fangzheng didn't point it out, nodded, and took Ruan Yingzhu to the village committee to sit down.

After everyone was seated, Wang Yougui poured tea.

After taking a sip, Ruan Yingzhu said in surprise, "This tea...has such a unique taste. It tastes fresh. It moisturizes the throat and refreshes the mind at the same time."

Wang Yougui laughed and said: "This is the unique cold bamboo tea on Yizhi Mountain. The cold bamboo tea you drink is made from the tender leaves that emerge when the cold bamboo grows. It is called cold bamboo tea. It's the best of the best."

Ruan Yingzhu said in admiration: "I've heard the name of Hanzhu a long time ago. I knew it was amazing, but I didn't expect it to be so amazing. The taste is really good. I don't know how the yield is?"

Wang Yougui said: "The output is not much, but after a year, there should be several thousand catties. If it is worse than this, it can produce tens of thousands of catties, and there is also tea made from cold bamboo meat, which tastes even worse. Some, but the taste is good, that is more, there are still more than 100,000 catties a year. But this will destroy the ecology, so one-tenth of the number I just said is our annual output, hehe... "

Ruan Yingzhu nodded slightly and said: "Is that so, it's a little too little. But this tea is the best, because it is rare and precious, and it is a good business. By the way, you just said that this is just a small best? What about the real best? "

Wang Yougui smiled wryly and said: "The real top grade is only found in One Finger Temple, and it is estimated that there will not be much produced in a year."

Wang Yougui looked at Fangzheng.

Fangzheng was stunned, how much? He doesn't know how much! He is a monk, eats and sleeps every day, sleeps and eats, when did he care about this? Anyway, as long as he doesn't lack for food and drink...

But looking at the appearance of the two of them, if he didn't say the number, he would probably be in trouble.

So Fangzheng said: "Probably, there is one or two catties."

Wang Yougui and Ruan Yingzhu exclaimed at the same time, "How much?"

Fangzheng thought that he had said too little, so he thought about it and said, "It looks like three catties."

Wang Yougui exclaimed, "So many?"

Ruan Yingzhu exclaimed: "So few?"

Then the two looked at each other, and both saw the astonishment in each other's eyes...

Fang Zhengze was completely speechless. Is this too much or too little?

Ruan Yingzhu asked blankly, "How much?"

Wang Yougui smiled wryly and said: "There are more than I thought. You ask this question because you don't know how precious the cold bamboo on the mountain is. You also don't know how delicious the cold bamboo tea on the mountain is..."

Ruan Yingzhu looked at Wang Yougui's intoxicated face, and was also a little curious, but she was still unconvinced and said, "It can't be better than Dahongpao, right?"

Wang Yougui said: "I've never drank Dahongpao. That thing only produces three to five catties a year, and the people on the top will lose every penny, so I don't comment. But the cold bamboo tea on the mountain is definitely the best among the best! Abbot Fangzheng , I have to discuss something with you, you see, the young leaves of cold bamboo are so good, can I pick some some time after time, and then study how to make the best tea?"

Fangzheng smiled wryly and said, "The poor monk doesn't know anything about fried tea. He usually picks it and soaks it in water to drink. Since the benefactor has the heart, just do it."

When Wang Yougui heard this, he was overjoyed and said, "That's good! Don't worry, I only use a little each time, and I must find out the most suitable way to fry Hanzhu tea! Haha..."

Ruan Yingzhu looked at the two people in front of her, then looked at the tea in the bowl, and asked, "Is there such a big difference between the one on the mountain and the one down the mountain?"

Wang Yougui smiled and said: "The one on the mountain is the sky, what we drink now is nothing more than soil... nothing compares."

Ruan Yingzhu became more curious all of a sudden, but she held back immediately, and remembered the purpose of her visit. Fang Zheng said: "Master, I am here to hand over the wood to you this time. It is my father's request from you." After leaving, let everyone find good wood from all over the world. My father said that only the temples made of these woods can match your identity. In addition, we have invited a large number of craftsmen, and we will wait for the permafrost to melt after spring. Let’s go up the mountain and start working.”

Fangzheng clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, after the benefactor returns, please thank the benefactor Ruan on behalf of the poor monk."

Ruan Yingzhu smiled and said, "So, the master accepted it?"

Fangzheng said: "The poor monk has a thicker skin."

Ruan Yingzhu suddenly burst into laughter: "The master is indeed different from other people, and he is not artificial at all. He is indeed a crooked master. He will always be different from other people..."