Chapter 390 Rough or Noble? 【Ask Monthly Ticket】

So, three days later, Honghai happily followed Fangzheng's ass down the mountain.

After descending the mountain, Fangzheng saw Ouyang Fenghua's yellow T-shirt with shorts, canvas shoes, black peaked cap, ponytail behind him, and a black backpack on his back. He stood there! Fangzheng always glanced at those straight legs subconsciously. For this reason, Fangzheng deliberately slowed down his walking speed, and silently recited the Qingxin mantra in his heart. After chanting three times, he calmed down and stopped looking at it.

On the other hand, Hong Boy leaned over curiously and said, "Benefactor, why are your pants so short?"

Fangzheng raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head: "He said, do you have any pants?"

The red boy looked down at his red bellyband, and shouted angrily, "Master, I want to wear pants too. If you don't give them, what can I do?"

Fangzheng said: "If you can afford it as a teacher, do you still need to tell me? If you still dislike the clothes you wore when you were a teacher when you were a child, is it reasonable now?"

"It's too ugly, don't wear it!" Hong Haier turned her head.

Seeing the teacher and apprentice bickering, Ouyang Fenghua burst into laughter, knelt down, pinched Honghai'er's nose and said, "Jingxin, don't call me a benefactor, call me elder sister."

"Hehe...it's more like a granddaughter." Red Boy rolled his eyes and said.

Ouyang Fenghua was dumbfounded immediately, what is this brat talking about?

Fangzheng was also speechless, but he hadn't refuted yet. In terms of age, this guy could be the grandpa of the world's grandpa...but according to the age of monsters, he's still a three-inch bean! And in terms of knowledge, although he has seen many magic weapons and elixir, but he has been squatting in the mountain, except for being praised, he knows nothing about other people's sophistication. And it's also very bearish. I'm used to being the king of the mountain. I always want to say what I say, do whatever I want, say whatever I want, and rarely take other people's feelings into consideration.

In this regard, Fangzheng could only guide slowly, and it would be useless to talk too much.

Hong Haier turned his head, taking it for granted.

Ouyang Fenghua didn't take it seriously either, he just took it as the child's nonsense, childish nonsense. So she turned her big eyes and said with a smile: "If you call me sister, I will go to the city in a while, and I will treat you to delicious food and buy you beautiful clothes, such as..."

"Sister, you are so beautiful!" Hong Haier shouted immediately before Ouyang Fenghua finished speaking.

Fangzheng covered his face when he heard this, and realized that he really underestimated the red boy! It's not that this guy doesn't know anything, but that he knows too much! Fangzheng reckoned that the Internet was probably the cause of the disaster, and it seemed that banning this child from the Internet was imperative!

Ouyang Fenghua burst into laughter, pinched Honghai'er's nose and said, "You are so good! My sister will do what she says!"

Hong Haier laughed along, he didn't care about that, he just mixed food, drink and clothes.

When Fangzheng turned around to Ouyang Fenghua, he secretly kicked Honghai'er's little ass, what a shame!

Ouyang Fenghua came by a friend's car, but in order not to affect Fang Zheng, she drove the car away as soon as she got out of the car. Now, Ouyang Fenghua has some regrets...

"Master, how do you get out?" Ouyang Fenghua asked.

Fangzheng said: "Let's go, there will be a shuttle bus coming in a while."

The shuttle buses here are all private, and they will drive here every day, circle around several nearby villages, full of people, and then drive to Songwu County. Although this car is convenient, it is notoriously...

Not long after, the bus arrived, and Ouyang Fenghua saw from a distance that the car was filled with black people's heads, and the car was also very broken, as if it was about to be scrapped at any time. It looked like it was on fire. It's not an air-conditioned car, the windows are wide open, and there are hoe handles exposed outside. Seeing such a car, Ouyang Fenghua wanted to cry, so he asked weakly: "Master, can this...can you sit?"

Fangzheng smiled wryly and said: "This is the only condition in the village. If you don't take this car, you don't have a car. Don't worry, they are all villagers, so simple."

Ouyang Fenghua laughed twice, one hundred and twenty were unwilling, but followed. It's not that I dislike the villagers, but that this car is too unreliable! What about no overcrowding? What about no smoking? What are those shiny cigarette butts, the smoke coming out of the windows? These are completely different from her cognition in books. In her opinion, this car is not safe, and there are so many smokers, it makes her panic.

In particular, it took an hour or two to drive to the county seat, it was so crowded, and he still had to stand, plus this road, Ouyang Fenghua's eyes were a little darkened, and he was dizzy. She really regretted driving away her own car. If she had known this, she would have let him wait in the county...

While Ouyang Fenghua was thinking wildly, Fangzheng and Honghaier had already gotten into the car, and they turned to greet her at the same time.

Ouyang Fenghua got into the car helplessly, and muttered, "I'm going to stand until I die..."

However, as soon as he got into the car, he heard someone shout: "Master Fangzheng, are you taking the car too? Come on, sit here with me."

While talking, a tall and thick man was about to stand up and give up his seat to Fang Zheng.

Before Fangzheng could speak, someone immediately shouted: "Other things, mage, you are near me, you sit here."

"Your place is so dirty, what are you doing sitting there? Come on, Fangzheng, sit here with Auntie!" the thoughtful woman shouted.

For a while, the car was full of the sound of giving up seats. Ouyang Fenghua was dumbfounded watching this scene, and there is such an operation? Although Ouyang Fenghua knew that Fangzheng was the presiding officer of the monastery, the incense was also good recently, and his handwriting was good. But never expected that Fangzheng would have such influence. The villagers liked him so much that they wanted to give up their seats to him!

Fangzheng did not expect such a situation. He was young and strong, so he would not sit down. He put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, all benefactors, poor monks are young and strong, how can I let you give up your seats. The poor monks just stand ..."

"What are you talking about? If you are told to sit, you can just sit, what's the matter? Why do you think we are old and useless?" an aunt shouted.

But a middle-aged man next to him smiled and said, "Hey, do you think you are useful now? When you got on the bus, you were the only one who squeezed and sat on it. You also complained that your back hurts and your legs hurt. Did you forget?"

"Get out! You're the one who talks too much!" Auntie scolded with a smile.

The man also laughed, obviously they were just joking, not really fighting.

Fangzheng refused again, but the aunt was not happy: "You child, what's wrong? Do you really think we are all old? Tell you, you may not be able to do farm work better than me. All right, stop talking nonsense, sit down quickly " After finishing speaking, the aunt forcefully pressed Fangzheng on the seat.

Fangzheng had no choice but to put his palms together and thank him: "Thank you, benefactor."

In the end, it's not over yet...

Auntie glanced at Honghaier and Ouyang Fenghua, and slapped the man next to him on the back of the head.