Chapter 160 Not So Poverty Alleviating

Thinking of this, Fangzheng got out of the car. The villagers who were ready to move were still a little wary of Jing Yan, but suddenly saw Fangzheng wearing a monk's robe, his head was bald, more reflective than snow, and his eyes brightened a lot. Immediately someone stepped forward...

Seeing this, Jing Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "You're welcome, take what you need, but you can't take too much by yourself. I mainly have stationery here, and some clothes, little guy, come here, this is for you."

While Jing Yan was speaking, she had already taken a file box and was about to hand it to a little girl who came over because of curiosity. The little girl's clothes were a little worn out, her face was a little dirty, her big black eyes were filled with longing, but she was too slow to approach.

Jing Yan frowned and said: "I'm not a liar, take it, it's for you."

Fangzheng looked at Jing Yan, then at the little girl, and frowned. He took a step forward, snatched the pencil case, and then put the pencil case back in the trunk under Jing Yan's surprised gaze.

The little girl immediately took a few steps back in fright, and the other villagers also frowned, with vigilance in their eyes again.

Jing Yan asked in confusion: "Master Fangzheng, what are you doing?"

Fangzheng asked back with some dissatisfaction: "What are you doing?"

"I... What's wrong with me? Can't I show my love?" Jing Yan had a hot temper, Fangzheng immediately became angry when she asked this question. She came all the way to show love, give a pencil case, and was yelled at? What kind of world is this? She wants to see what this monk is going to do!

Fangzheng also realized that his tone was a bit serious, put his hands together, and proclaimed a Buddha's name: "Amitabha, female benefactor, what you do is not to show love, but to let them be buried in the abyss of love forever. This is not love, this is love." It's a sin."

"What do you mean?! I brought things all the way with good intentions, and you call me a sin? Fangzheng, if you don't explain it clearly to me today, you can go back to Yizhi Mountain by yourself!" Jing Yan The lungs are about to explode.

Fangzheng was not angry when he heard the words, but smiled slightly: "Benefactor, how about letting the poor monk handle these things?"

"What? It's a crime for me to say it, but it's not a crime for you to do it?" Jing Yan said in a very unhappy voice.

Fangzheng smiled and said nothing. Some things are inconvenient to say, at least not here, in front of the villagers and children. So he chose to remain silent and looked at Jing Yan quietly. He believed that Jing Yan was not bad in her bones, otherwise she would not have helped him at the last moment, nor would she have sent things to the people in the mountainous area today.

Jing Yan, who was made uncomfortable by Fang Zheng's shining, sunny eyes, rolled her eyes and said, "Okay, you can deal with it! But if you don't handle it well, hehe... walk back by yourself! Auntie will do what she said !"

Fangzheng smiled, went to the trunk of the car, and looked at the contents. Jing Yan was driving an SUV, the rear seat was completely folded down, and there were four large boxes and four small boxes stuffed inside. There are clothes in the big box and stationery in the small box.

Fangzheng immediately counted, turned around, put his palms together to the surrounding villagers, and saluted: "Benefactors, the poor monk came from a long way, and the horses and horses are tired and exhausted. There are some things on the car that need help to take them down. Which benefactors are willing to take them down?" Help the poor monk?"

Everyone saw what Fangzheng did just now. Jing Yan was not allowed to give things to their children, but now they are asking them to help? All of a sudden they frowned.

However, someone still came out. This was a short man with dark skin and a bad complexion, but he looked a bit strong. The man didn't say anything, came to Fangzheng, and directly took down a small box, just as he was about to pick up the second box.

Fangzheng suddenly said: "Thank you benefactor, one box is enough, there is no need to take more."

The short man looked at Fangzheng with a foolish look on his face. He really didn't understand why such a light box needs help? How precious is this monk? He rolled his eyes and was ready to go.

Jing Yan couldn't understand either, she had seen Fangzheng's fighting power before, and he couldn't even carry a box? Is it possible? She carried the boxes into the car one by one, and she knew how heavy they were.

Just when everyone looked puzzled, Fangzheng stopped the man who was about to leave: "Benefactor, please stay."

The man looked back at Fangzheng suspiciously, but didn't speak.

Fangzheng smiled slightly, took out a down jacket from the box on the car, and said with a smile: "Amitabha, thank you benefactor for your help. The poor monk is very poor and has no money as a reward. Let this dress be given to the benefactor as a reward."

The man froze for a moment, looked at Fangzheng in astonishment, then looked at his clothes, and then at Fangzheng. After several times in a row, the corners of his mouth twitched suddenly on his stiff face, and his indifferent eyes became brighter. Still smiling, he took the clothes and said with a smile, "Master, do you still need help? I'm pretty strong."

Seeing this, Jing Yan was dumbfounded, she is not a fool, as a reporter, she still has good eyesight. Although she had never been to Dongliang Village, she had been to similar villages. Moreover, Dongliang Village is a major poverty alleviation household, and there must be many people who come here to send love. These villagers should not be so indifferent. Did that really happen as rumored? If this is the case, it is devoid of conscience and should be shot!

Seeing the villagers who were so indifferent to her and smiling when facing Fangzheng, Jing Yan felt a little uncomfortable: "Everything is mine! I understand what it means to borrow flowers to offer Buddha..."

She complained so much in her heart, but she was still happy deep in her heart, but what she didn't understand was that Fangzheng only gave away a piece of clothing, and she saw the shock in the eyes of the villagers, and then the excitement, the excitement beyond words! At the same time, the opponent's waist straightened a lot, and his whole person's energy and spirit were different. It seems that from a beggar that everyone looked down, he suddenly became a labor worker who earns money by his ability and supports his family. It is only natural to take things...

"This is...respect..." Jing Yan suddenly understood the answer! In ancient times, there was food that came from a sigh, but what is the difference between her previous practice and the food that came from a sigh? Looking at Fangzheng again, he did not come here to give alms, but to ask everyone to exchange labor for goods. Although the work done is trivial and the reward is not worth mentioning, this may be the first time that Dongliang Village has been equal since it was donated. Labor in exchange for remuneration! What I got for the first time was not sympathy, but dignity!

When Jing Yan looked at Fangzheng again, the dissatisfaction in her eyes had long since dissipated, and all that remained was admiration. She really couldn't figure it out, Fangzheng was obviously young, he dropped out of school halfway, and there were no books to read to him on the mountain, if there were, it was probably only one or two volumes of scriptures. Under such circumstances, how did he comprehend these things?