Chapter 673 Real Man 【Third】

Zhou Zishan also said: "Village Chief, you go back to eat quickly. We can just take a bite here, there are still some tails left, and we will finish it all in the afternoon."

Zhou Ziyuan said: "Yes, village chief, you see we are pretty good, the sky is high, the land is wide, and the food is comfortable. Besides, we didn't do much this morning..." Speaking of this, Zhou Ziyuan's old face was a little red, such a large piece of land was taken care of by the helpers. He doesn't even know whether he should take today's wages, and if so, how much he should take... Now he doesn't have the nerve to follow him to eat.

The youngest, Zhou Ziheng, didn't speak, and his big eyes were rolling around. He was at the age when he wanted to eat well. Who wants to eat noodles? But Zhou Ziheng didn't say anything in the end...

Fangzheng, Wang Yougui, and Tan Juguo could all see all this clearly. Fangzheng wanted to say something, but Tan Juguo held him back. Then Tan Juguo said something to Fangzheng. Fangzheng was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed.

Seeing Wang Yougui and Tan Juguo leaving, a look of disappointment flashed in the big eyes of the two little guys, but Zhou Ziheng was used to it, although he was a little looking forward to it, but if he didn't have it, he wouldn't. Anyway, it's not the first time. If you're being polite, you can't take it seriously. If he really went, wouldn't it be embarrassing if he didn't mean that? I met him a few times on the road, and now he has learned to be good, no matter if he has it or not, he will treat it as if he didn't...

"Master, why don't you go back to eat?" Zhou Ziheng came to Fangzheng and asked curiously.

Fangzheng smiled and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk wants to have a meal at the benefactor, okay?"

Zhou Ziheng was stunned for a moment, pointed to the noodles in his own pot with clear soup and little water, and said, "This...do you eat this?"

Fangzheng smiled and said: "The poor monk once became a monk. To tell the truth, a year ago, the poor monk didn't even know where his next meal would be. He didn't eat less wild vegetables to satisfy his hunger."

Hearing that Fangzheng also came from a poor family, Zhou Ziheng immediately got closer to Fangzheng, and said with a smile, "That's fine, let's eat together. Let me tell you, our noodles were brought all the way from Shaanxi. These are pants. Bring noodles, especially if you are full and hungry, and you will still have enough energy when you are full."

Zhou Ziheng and Fang Zheng were chatting on the sidelines, and the two chatted with each other. Zhou Ziheng found that this monk was really different from the monks he met before. Like a brother next door. The more we talk, the more relaxed we become...

"Master, you are so young, you have already become a monk, and you don't plan to get married in the future?" Zhou Ziheng asked.

Fangzheng smiled and said: "The poor monk can return to the vulgar in the future, but it depends on the fate, and the time will come. As for the benefactor, your elder brother and second elder brother are married, when are you going to get married?"

"I..." Zhou Ziheng was taken aback for a moment, then lay his head up on the ridge of the field, looked at the few white clouds in the blue sky and said, "I'm still young, don't worry..."

Fangzheng knew that Zhou Ziheng was a little against his will. Young people, how could anyone not want to get married? He said that, not because he was not in a hurry, but because he couldn't.

Sure enough, Zhou Ziheng began to pour bitter water: "Master, you don't know that although we are poor, it is difficult to marry a wife. After the bride price, the house and so on... Hey, I don't dare to think about it now. Wait until later Make money, let's talk."

Fangzheng expressed his understanding, not to mention the Northwest, it is not easy to get married in the Northeast, the market is similar across the country, it may be easy to find a girlfriend, people don't dislike you for being poor, and they don't dislike everything about you. But when it comes time to get married, it is not a matter of two young people, but a matter of two families. Whether it is for comparison, face, or for the sake of the children, in short, this gift money cannot be bypassed. Once you want it, it can't be less than others, right? So one family compares with the other, and in the end, the heavy burden falls on the parents and children, and I don't know how many couples of men and women have been crushed...

This is also one of the reasons why Fangzheng is not in a hurry to return to vulgarity. Now that he is asked to return to vulgarity, if he really finds a woman, he can't even afford to marry him.

The two continued to chat. Zhou Ziheng was different from his two elder brothers. Although life was very difficult, he was still very optimistic. He always felt that his future would be better. He longed for an opportunity, and then he soared into the sky. Homecoming. And Zhou Ziheng also has more ideas, work hard to make money, buy a combine harvester, and then join a fleet, travel from south to north, from north to south, and start the combine harvester business after making money, etc...

In Zhou Ziheng's world, he is not limited to wielding a sickle to cut wheat. But in Zhou Ziheng's words, when he told others these words, no one believed him at all, and they all said he was crazy. Fang was the first person to agree with him, so he was quite happy...

Fangzheng smiled slightly, and said: "People without dreams are never qualified to laugh at people with dreams; people with dreams are never qualified to laugh at people who work hard to achieve their dreams. The former dare not even dream, so what progress is there?" The latter only dreams but does not practice, how can it be possible?"

When Zhou Ziheng heard it, he suddenly smiled and said: "The abbot is still knowledgeable and his words are nice."

Fangzheng smiled, perhaps because he heard that Fangzheng would also stay for dinner, Zhou Zishan and Zhou Ziheng went out, and came back with some wild vegetables after a while, Zhou Zishan said: "Abbot Fangzheng, I'm sorry, we don't have anything to entertain Yes. You don't eat meat or drink..."

Fangzheng smiled and said: "The poor monk usually eats rice and bamboo shoots. This is the first time I have eaten this trouser belt noodle, and it is an authentic Northwest craftsmanship. ?”

Fangzheng said so, but Zhou Zishan didn't think so. He hadn't been in contact for a long time, but he could feel that Fangzheng's status in Yizhi Village was even higher than that of the village head Wang Yougui. Would Fangzheng be poor? But Fangzheng's words sounded comfortable to him, and he was less embarrassed.

Just about to cook wild vegetables...

Suddenly, I saw a group of villagers coming from a distance, each with large and small packages, and some people were carrying trays with a lot of food on them.

"This is?" Zhou Zishan and the others were stunned.

Wang Yougui came over first: "The sky is cool, the land is rich and the people are good. In this situation, of course we want to have a drink! Since you are not going to eat in the village, let's have a picnic here! Haha... It's all us The specialty of the village, there are not too many good things, and the place where the hospitality is not good, don’t blame my brother.”

Zhou Zishan watched as the villagers put a round table on the ground, covered it with a cloth, and put on it hot chicken, duck, fish, bamboo shoots, fragrant white rice, and steamed buns! Zhou Zishan's eyes immediately turned red...

Zhou Zishan has traveled all over the world and has been to the Northeast before. He knows that although the Northeast also eats pasta, it is mainly a non-staple food. Moreover, in rural areas, steamed buns are generally only steamed after winter, and there are basically no steamed buns in this season. And the steamed buns in front of me... Thinking of this, Zhou Zishan held Wang Yougui's hand. The big man, with red eyes, opened his mouth several times, but didn't know what to say. Finally, he hugged Wang Yougui and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Thanks……"

Seeing this scene, the busy villagers also stopped. For some reason, seeing Zhou Zishan's behavior made everyone feel sour. What kind of experience would make an imposing seven-foot man cry when faced with this most normal meal? What exactly did they go through?

Fangzheng clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, so good..."

"Thank you..." Shen Aijia and the others were also moved by the actions of the villagers. They had never been treated like this by so many people. This warmth warmed their hearts.

After the food and drinks are set, everyone sits down one after another. The sky is high and the sea is wide, eating and chatting, drinking and talking nonsense. This is a rural banquet.

Not far away, Mengmeng secretly pulled the boy and girl away, ran not far away, and took out a big bowl from under her bulging clothes pocket, which was full of delicious chicken legs, chicken hearts, chicken wings and so on. After drinking a large bowl, she pushed it in front of the two children with the air of a big sister, and said, "Eat! It's all delicious!"

The little girl Zhou Huaying and the little boy Zhou Huacheng are children after all. No matter how early the rural children are at home, it is their nature to love to eat. Seeing so many delicious food, they clapped their hands happily, and after thanking Mengmeng, the three children hid on the small slope and started eating. But he didn't know that Mengmeng's little thing sneaked on the table to steal chicken wings and drumsticks, who wouldn't see it? It's just that everyone knows that this kid will not mess around, and no one will stop it... But in the eyes of a few little guys, this is the fruit of their battle, and it tastes even more delicious.

After drinking for three rounds, everyone did not drink less, and the Zhou family brothers blushed even more. They drank too much and talked too much. They poured out all the hardships and hardships along the way. Wang Yougui and others listened to their experiences , with mixed feelings in my heart, who can imagine the hardships of sleeping all the way in the wilderness, digging wild vegetables, and bringing my family and mouth? Especially, I have to suffer all kinds of blank stares...

Speaking of the excitement, Zhou Zishan got up and pulled the wooden board, Zhou Ziyuan took out and slapped the beat, Zhou Ziheng slapped the rice bowl, and the three of them sang with rough voices.

"Flying in the sky - yellow sand!"

"The earth is all over the sky—yellow sand!"

"Yellow sand falling - it's my home!"

...

No matter how nice and beautiful the outside is, if the birds know how to return to their nests, who can miss home?

On this day, Zhou Zishan's three brothers were all drunk...

Fang Zheng and his disciples secretly harvested the remaining rice.

Then Fang Zheng told Zhou Zishan that there was a sick old mother in his family, and he went out to make money to treat his mother, not to buy a combine harvester. After hearing this, everyone sighed...

Tan Juguo smoked a dry cigarette and said, "This is a real man!"

Everyone nodded.

Fangzheng said: "The poor monk has an idea, but it needs everyone's consent."

"Abbot Fangzheng, just say what you want. If you want people and money, I will support you!" Tan Juguo seemed to understand what Fangzheng meant, and smiled.

Fangzheng said: "I mean to give the combine harvester we won to Zhou Benefactor and the others as a reward."