Chapter 802 Making Clothes

The squirrel scratched its head cutely and said, "Xianyu, are you in a good mood again?"

"Okay..." Xianyu almost squeezed out the good words from between his teeth, and after the long ending, he added two inaudible words: "Fart!"

The squirrel exclaimed happily: "Great!"

Hearing this voice, Xianyu suddenly had the urge to cry, and thought, "How can there be such a stupid fat man in this world!"

After eating, Fangzheng looked at the sky-filled university, sat in the Buddhist hall for a day, and then waited for a few villagers from One Finger Village to come over to see the situation. I heard from the villagers that due to the heavy snow, the roads in many villages were blocked. Even the road leading to the county town was stopped after the first bus this morning. It is said to wait until the snow is cleared before driving, for fear of accidents.

Regarding this, Fang Zheng could only shake his head helplessly. This happens every year, and Fang Zheng has long been used to it. It's just that in previous years, there were not many pilgrims in One Finger Temple anyway, so he didn't feel much. But this year, looking at the deserted monastery, I feel a little bored.

"It's boring..." Salted Fish yawned and swam around in Tianlong Pond.

The lone wolf looked at the salted fish and yawned, the squirrel yawned too, the monkey yawned, and finally the red boy saw that everyone was yawning, so he yawned too...

For a time, the whole temple was filled with an atmosphere - boring!

Fangzheng sat in the courtyard and counted the time, then he sighed and returned to the meditation room.

Seeing Fangzheng's sudden loss of energy and listlessness, several disciples also looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering what happened to Fangzheng.

Regardless of what happened outside, Fangzheng walked into the meditation room, picked up Yizhi Zen master's photo and put it on his lap, and looked at it quietly. After a long time, don't you think: "It's cold..."

After finishing speaking, Fangzheng put down the photos, rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find some paper and cotton, and then left the meditation room.

"Master, what are you doing?" Red Boy asked curiously at the paper, cotton and scissors in Fangzheng's hand.

Fangzheng looked up at the sky and said, "It's getting cold, let's make some clothes to wear."

"Make clothes? Master, can you make clothes?" Red Boy asked in surprise.

The squirrel came over and said, "Master, I haven't seen you know how to make clothes before? Can you make me a suit? I don't think my hair this year is as much as last year..."

"Master, don't you always wear monk clothes? Why do you need to add more clothes this year?" Lone Wolf was also curious.

The monkey was also watching the fun, and the salted fish outside heard the excitement inside, and sneaked over, seeing Fangzheng holding so little cotton and paper, he suddenly smiled: "What kind of clothes can such a little paper and cotton make? It's about the same to make clothes for this squirrel...or make a pair of gloves or shoes for my old ancestor."

Fangzheng ignored him, but sat down, took a deep breath, and calmed down.

Seeing Fangzheng like this, Xianyu, who originally wanted to tease him, stopped talking wisely. A few little guys stood around Fangzheng, watching with curiosity in their eyes.

Fangzheng used scissors to draw on the paper, outlined a figure of clothes, and then cut out the figure of clothes with scissors. Then I cut out several different clothes, including down jackets, long gowns, big monk robes, cassocks and so on.

After cutting, Fangzheng put two pieces of the same clothes together, then squeezed a few crystal rice grains over, crushed them with his hands, and made a paste, then smeared it on the edges of the clothes, and glued it all around , along the place that has not been glued, stuffed some cotton into it, and used a small bamboo stick to fiddle with the cotton evenly. Then, Fangzheng glued the top with paste. In the end, Fangzheng sewed a circle around it with a needle and thread as if he was still worried.

So far, Fangzheng has finished making a small piece of clothing, picked it up, looked at the sky, and nodded in satisfaction.

Putting down this piece of clothing, I finished the other clothes according to the gourd painting. There are eighteen pieces in total, and there is a small basket in the basket.

The squirrel leaned over, compared the clothes, and muttered, "I can't wear this either. Master, you raised another squirrel outside, right? No, no squirrel can wear it..."

Hong Haier looked at these clothes and said thoughtfully, "Master, who are you giving these clothes to?"

The words fell, and Xianyu snorted, "Don't you understand? These are not for the living, they are for the dead!"

As soon as these words came out, the lone wolf, squirrel, monkey, and red boy collectively looked at the salted fish in astonishment.

Xianyu twitched her lips, but she was extremely proud in her heart, did you see that? This is the benefit of living long and seeing widely! No matter how much these little kids can beat, how much they can slap, no matter how much they can eat, so what? Don't you ask three questions and don't know anything?

So Xianyu coughed and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you also celebrate the Cold Clothes Festival here, right?"

Fangzheng was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and asked back, "Are you going too?"

Xianyu laughed loudly and said: "Sure enough, although the two worlds are different, some things are still understandable. Lingshan also celebrates the cold clothing festival, and the world becomes colder during the cold clothing festival, and the underworld is especially cold. So Lingshan will send some clothes to the underworld. The ghosts, let them warm up. But it seems that there are no ghosts in your world, so why are you doing this?"

The others also looked at Fangzheng curiously.

Fangzheng said: "Tomorrow is the Cold Clothes Festival. The Cold Clothes Festival here is indeed different from yours. Our Cold Clothes Festival is not the same as yours. The origin of our Cold Clothes Festival has nothing to do with Lingshan. The legend of the story has something to do with it."

Hearing that Fangzheng was going to tell a story, the little ones became curious one by one.

In this cold day, no one came, and the mountains were covered with snow, so much of the usual fun was missing. Everyone was bored, and suddenly they heard the story again, so naturally they were all cheerful.

Xianyu also sat down. Although he is like an old hooligan, he likes listening to stories the most. It's just that this old guy's sitting posture is really unflattering. He doesn't sit like a clock, nor does he stand upright like a salted fish, but leans on the chair like a puddle of mud. What did Fangzheng think, and why did he find this posture familiar? He slapped his forehead for the last time and thought, "Isn't this Ge You's paralysis? Could it be that Ge You also learned from Xianyu? Is this Xianyu's paralysis?"

But Fangzheng didn't have time to discuss the issue of sitting posture with Xianyu, but talked about the cold clothes festival.

Cold Clothes Festival, Ching Ming Festival, Zhongyuan Festival, and Xiayuan Festival are collectively known as the four major ghost festivals in China.

However, compared to the other three festivals, the Cold Clothes Festival is a little less famous, and many people don't even know what the Cold Clothes Festival is and why it is called such a name. However, people of the older generation attach great importance to the Cold Clothes Festival, because this day has a different meaning.