Chapter 1303 Founder's Dream of Getting Rich

This scene was sung twice, and it wasn't until Uncle Jiang and the others couldn't sing anymore that they stopped.

Even so, everyone is unwilling to disperse, just sitting here, eating melon seeds and chatting with the people on the left and right, bragging about the cattle from all over the world, as if they have really returned to the past, and the people sitting around are not living in steel bars The strangers in the concrete are the villagers in the same village, Brother Zhang, Aunt Li, the girl next door, the young man...

Laughing and laughing, I abandoned all the pretense and subconscious defenses in the city, and enjoyed the pure emotion and communication that only existed in childhood...

Unknowingly, the night passed like this. When the first ray of sunlight shone on everyone's bodies at dawn, everyone realized that it was dawn and they woke up from the dream...

At that moment, everyone was a little scared.

Although they were very poor in the past, the sense of freedom between people and people made them linger and forget to return, making them silent and unable to extricate themselves.

They don't want to just wake up, walk into an office building, put on a suit and a mask, and live their lives...

At this moment, I don't know who it is, suddenly said: "Folks, how about coming to listen to the opera every day from now on?"

These words seemed to have magical powers, and everyone almost subconsciously shouted, "Okay!"

Then everyone laughed and left with their wives, children and the elderly.

When we got home, everyone looked at their mobile phones, and they were all dumbfounded. It was minus twenty-nine degrees last night!

They spent the night outside without any protection!

No one has frostbite yet!

No one feels cold either!

I just feel that my heart is hot and hot, thinking about going to the theater as soon as it gets dark.

Uncle Jiang, an old drama player, was lying on the bed tiredly, but he couldn't close his mouth when he was smiling. He lay on the bed and muttered, "How many years, how many years... many years, many years... "

fall asleep...

Tang Ze looked very happy, singing Peking Opera while walking, as if he suddenly looked younger by many years.

Tang Chen said: "Master, are you so happy?"

Tang Ze laughed and said, "It's like listening to the songs of your childhood when you were born in the 1980s. It's full of memories. This Beijing opera represents an era, the youth of a generation, and the feeling of returning to the past. ... Tsk tsk...beautiful."

Tang Chen was dumbfounded. He had this feeling too. Occasionally he walked through some alleys he was familiar with when he was a child. When he saw the bits and pieces of the year and listened to the stories of the year, he felt warm and sour in his heart. Memories can really kill anyone in seconds.

"Master, where are we going now?" Tang Chen asked.

Tang Ze said: "Tired, go home."

Tang Chen was stunned: "Aren't you going to One Finger Temple to ask for tea?"

Tang Ze shook his head and said: "Sometimes in life, there must be something in life, and there is always time in life, don't force it, just let nature take its course. Let's go!"

During the conversation, the two had gone away.

It wasn't until everyone calmed down that they realized, didn't they go to see Fangzheng?

In the end, they didn't even have a group photo, and they were just chatting...all of them were annoyed at once.

At the same time, everyone realized that the dream last night might have something to do with Fangzheng.

Everyone is not cold all night, and it may have something to do with him.

After all, here, only Fangzheng can do this.

As a result, many people shouted in the group: "Have you organized a group to go to Yizhi Temple?"

Everyone agreed in unison, and after making an appointment to be together on the weekend morning, they each started their busy day.

Some people are happy, some are sad, and some want to cry.

Fangzheng was the first to leave, and when the play was over, he had already taken his disciples to Yizhi Temple. This time, he really left and didn't fly, because the driver laughed and couldn't take them away...

"Haha...Master,...haha...Can I stop laughing?" Xianyu laughed and burst into tears.

Hong Haier also laughed: "Master, this smirk is too uncomfortable...haha... We know we made a mistake, and we will never do it again."

Fangzheng glanced at the two guys, seeing them laughing dryly all night, he was a little annoyed hearing their laughter.

So, Fangzheng nodded and said, "Since you know you are wrong, then stop and stop laughing."

When Honghaier and Xianyu heard this, they quickly shut up and breathed a sigh of relief.

Xianyu said: "Master, you don't know, I was almost cheated before."

Fangzheng snorted and asked, "Who lied to you?"

Xianyu said: "It's the Song and Ming gang! They cost tens of thousands of dollars for the big bowl of water I soaked in the mountains. Fortunately, I was calm and steady at the time, and I was not persuaded by them. I just yelled and refused to sell it." Just left. Don’t you know how precious the tea on our mountain is..."

"Wait a minute, you're talking about the bowl of water you randomly soaked with bamboo leaves? If I remember correctly, you've soaked it several times, right?" Fang Zheng said.

Old Xianyu blushed and said, "Not so many times, just three times. You know, I'm too lazy to look for that thing, just borrow the taste."

When Fangzheng heard this, he raised his hand and gave him a slap, saying: "You idiot, you have steeped the tea three times, and it is not worth a dime. People don't dislike you for drinking it with a fish mouth, and you pay for it That's not bad. Why don't you sell it? It's tens of thousands! Do you really think the money is blown by the wind? It's so easy to make money?

After going back, think behind closed doors, when will you figure it out, and when will you come out! "

Xianyu was stunned, and said: "Master, you want to understand what you said, what do you mean you want to understand?"

Fangzheng stroked his chin and said, "Whenever you think of a way to earn tens of thousands of dollars in an upright manner, you've figured it out."

Xianyu hurriedly shouted: "Yes! Master, I heard from Benefactor Tang and the others that our tea is very expensive! It can sell for hundreds of thousands per catty! Let's go home and pick tea, and we will definitely make money!"

Upon hearing this, Fangzheng rubbed his ears and asked, "How much?"

Xianyu said: "Hundreds of thousands! Brother Jingxin can testify, this is what Master Tang himself said."

Hong Hai'er said: "Yes, master, cold bamboo is very valuable."

Fangzheng rubbed and asked, "Are you sure, what he said is one catty, not one ton?"

Xianyu shouted: "Master, although the two of us are a bit older, our ears are good. It is definitely hundreds of thousands per catty, not hundreds of thousands per ton. In short, we are going to send it!"

Hearing this, Fangzheng grinned subconsciously, wanting to make a fortune... He's finally getting out of poverty!

But in the face of two apprentices, he must maintain the dignity of the master, so he tried his best not to laugh too exaggeratedly.

The squirrel looked at Fangzheng like that, and said, "Master, you can laugh if you want to. You look like you can't hold back your urine. I feel like going to the bathroom."

Fangzheng raised his hand and trembled: "Why are you talking?"