Chapter 337 Mixed Doubles 【Subscription】

"Good things take time, and good things are definitely hard to find. I suggest that everyone go up to the mountain to have a look! Maybe the mage has already returned to the mountain." The man in the floral shirt shouted. His name is Hua Luo, and his name is very elegant, but he is not a person. elegant.

Everyone spoke classically and responded immediately. Up to now, guests from these cities have gradually regarded finding zongzi as a small goal, and they are more likely to join in the fun. After all, in the city, it is not easy for so many people to come together for one thing, to hold some activities together, to talk, laugh and have fun together. Nowadays, it is rare to have such an opportunity, and everyone's interest is high.

Especially the children, who are alone at home, seeing so many children getting together and having a great time playing, of course they love to join in the fun even more.

So, following Hualuo's cry, a group of people went up the mountain mightily.

However, two hours later, they looked at the closed temple gate, dumbfounded!

"Is this closed on purpose, or is there no one inside?" Hualuo's wife asked suspiciously.

"Open the door and go in to see if you don't know." Hua Luo said.

"No!" At this moment, a loud shout came, and then several villagers ran over and blocked the crowd. The leader was Wang Yougui who had heard the wind and came running.

"Village Chief, what are you doing?" Hua Luo asked puzzled.

Wang Yougui said: "The temple is not open, so you can't go in. Abbot Fangzheng is probably not here, everyone should go back."

When everyone heard it, they couldn't enter? Then wander around outside, looking at the bamboo forest in the distance, lush and green, and thinking again, but Wang Yougui blocked them again. It's a joke, it's the signboard of the village, so many people ran past, they couldn't see it.

Everyone could only watch from a distance, and then sat on the mountain one by one and couldn't go down. They had to wait for Fangzheng to come back, at least they could make rice dumplings. Some of these people did not eat it, while some did. The lingering fragrance in their mouth made them intoxicated. The point is, it is said that this zongzi is only available today, if you miss today, you will have to wait for next year. So for the sake of their own food, all the foodies, just wait! Those who haven't eaten it are even more curious. Since there are people waiting, let's wait together. Otherwise, if others get it but you don't get it, wouldn't it be a big loss?

However……

One morning passed...

Fangzheng didn't come back.

One afternoon passed, and Fangzheng still hasn't returned...

A group of people went from high spirits and fighting spirit to finally turning into frost-beaten eggplants, wilting, wondering if it's time to give up, it's time to go down the mountain...

And what is Fang doing at this moment?

After watching the dragon boat race outside, and strolling for another day, the people in Yizhi Temple finally wandered back.

On the way, Fangzheng was also curious about what kind of world the red boy lived in, so he asked, "Jingxin, how do you educate children in your hometown?"

"Education? What's so good about education? For us, big fists are the reason, and strength is the king! On my mountain, I don't brag. If I say a word, all the little monsters on the mountain will be busy to death. Oh... That's life, it's not like here, with all kinds of rules and restrictions." Hong Haier misses the past life quite a bit.

The squirrel asked curiously: "Junior brother, you are so powerful. But what if you meet someone who is even stronger?"

The red boy said: "More powerful? It's okay, my father and mother are very powerful, and my mother fanned again. If anyone is not convinced, one fan! Hey, that person doesn't know how far he has flown. My father is even more powerful. That is the king of strength, who dares to provoke me!"

"Then if your father and your mother fight, who is stronger?" Squirrel asked cutely.

The red boy suddenly became dumb...

Fangzheng let out a snort and laughed, this squirrel's brain is really...unique!

Seeing that Fangzheng smiled, Honghai wrinkled his nose. With his temperament, how could he be laughed at and not reply back? So he said, "I don't know about that either."

"Haven't they ever fought?" Lone Wolf also asked curiously.

Hong Hai'er shook his head and said, "I've fought, quite a few times." Speaking of this, Hong Hai'er said with a vicissitudes of life: "Don't talk about it, it makes me sad if I talk too much."

"Since I have fought, someone must be stronger. I guess, Jingxin's mother must be stronger, after all, she has such... such a powerful fan." The squirrel said.

The lone wolf said: "Your father must be stronger, King Dali, is he like a bear? Where the wind can't blow away?"

The lone wolf and the squirrel have no way to communicate, they both talk about each other.

Hong Haier said: "I don't know, every time they fight, I think it's very funny, and I clap my hands on the sidelines to make them fight more intensely. As a result, I get mixed doubles every time... Hey, my childhood Ah, it's horrible..."

Hearing this, Fangzheng couldn't bear it any longer, and burst out laughing. No wonder this red boy is so bearish, his emotional parents are also two bear parents...

While talking, he returned to the mountain, but before he went up, he saw countless pairs of eyes on the mountain looking at him, and each of them was about to emit green light!

Hong Hai'er stood in front of Fang and shouted: "Master, be careful!" After shouting, Hong Hai'er regretted it. What does it matter to him whether the thief is bald or not? Only after he died, he was liberated!

Fangzheng laughed out loud, clasped his hands together, and said to the crowd: "Amitabha, all benefactors, what are you doing?"

"Abbot Fangzheng, you are back. What else can you do, wait for you, it's all because of your zongzi... They are all here to beg for zongzi." Wang Yougui came over first and explained the situation clearly.

Fangzheng was helpless when he heard the words. He knew that the village was engaged in farmhouse entertainment, but he didn't expect that a few zongzi would cause such a big reaction. Look at the green eyes of everyone, if they don't get rice dumplings today, they might be fried...

Then Fangzheng smiled slightly and said, "All benefactors, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. All the rice dumplings from the poor monk have been sent out, and there is no one left."

Just kidding, how much Fangzheng's savings are? Making zongzi requires money! Real gold and silver are given to the people in the village, and they are almost bankrupt. Are these outsiders also given? Is Fang really a local tyrant?

"Abbot Fangzheng, you can't do this. We've been waiting here for a whole day. Look, we haven't eaten lunch yet, we're just waiting for your zongzi." Hualuo was in a hurry, but they also lied. They ate them all, and although they didn't go down the mountain, someone brought them up.

Fangzheng still shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, benefactor, the poor monk really doesn't have any zongzi. I prepared all the zongzi yesterday, and I sent them out today."

Fangzheng didn't dare to let go of his mouth. It is certain that the crystal rice dumplings are delicious. If these people are addicted to eating them, they will come every day to ask... Is he a monk or a businessman? It was given to the villagers because of the kindness between them, but what about these people? Fangzheng has no relationship with them, and it's not easy to tell, and the same goes for Zongzi...

After finishing speaking, Fangzheng led his disciples back to Yizhi Temple, opened and closed the door without delay.