Farmhouse nan nan fortune is prosperous

Chapter 86 The reason
Along the way, it was rickety. Fu Bao liked the feeling of riding a donkey cart, as if he was riding a rocking cart.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Fu Bao opened his mouth and asked.

"Mother, why are you going to Qingshan Temple to worship Buddha?"

"Because Qingshan Temple saved your life." Zhang Liushi said slowly.

"Ah? When?"

"You are just one month old, you don't cry, you don't make trouble, you just drool, others say you are going to be thrown away, even the doctor says you can't support yourself."

"Then one night, during the blizzard, Yuankong came back from begging for alms and stayed at home. That night you fell off the bed. When we found out, you didn't breathe and closed your eyes. The whole family was shocked."

"It was Yuankong who quickly took your pulse, gave you some kind of pill, and then massaged you for half an hour. Only then did your body gradually become less stiff and your breathing became stable."

"So my life is really hard." Fu Bao was speechless.

She doesn't remember any of it.

"Yes, Fubao promised mother that you will stay healthy, don't do dangerous things in the future, and don't worry your family members, okay?" Zhang Liushi looked at Fubao lovingly.

The gentle eyes are full of maternal brilliance.

Fu Bao's eyes were a little moist, "Mother, I will take good care of you so that you don't worry."

"So cute." Rubbing her daughter's hair, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Liu's mouth.

At this time, in the school, Master Wang had already finished a class.

During the break, he was checking the homework Zhou Zhe handed in about his experience in selling sweet potatoes.

"Zhou Zhe, come in!" Master Wang was very annoyed after reading it, what a mess.

Zhou Zhe ran in from the outside, "Master, are you looking for me?" After speaking, he touched his head, he seemed to have made no mistake.

"Are you writing a journal?" Mr. Wang slapped the homework paper on the desk.

Zhou Zhe frowned.

"I..." Zhou Zhe lowered his head. He felt that he had written very well. He recorded very clearly from steaming sweet potatoes to selling sweet potatoes. How could it be a running account.

"Go back and write again." After finishing speaking, the master left in a huff. He didn't know how to write, and he didn't know how to ask questions. He was really stupid.

Watching the master leave and return to his seat, Zhou Zhe looked sad, "Wen Heng, why do you think there is such a thing as homework?"

"It's said in "Study Notes" that when you teach, you must have a regular job, and when you retire, you must have a study." Wen Heng replied to him, and Zhou Zhe was even more confused at this time.

"How come I don't know what "Study Notes" is? Has the Master ever talked about it?" Zhou Zhe asked a series of questions.

At this moment, Mrs. Wang came in from the door, looking at Wen Heng with a little more surprise.

"The meaning of this sentence is that in class, the teacher listens carefully to the lectures, and after class, you have to study on your own. Homework is to restrain behavior after class." Wen Heng explained.

Zhou Zhe curled his lips, feeling that his IQ had been slapped.

"Brother Heng, have you finished reading "Study Notes"?" Master Wang asked with a smile.

"I just looked at both sides briefly, but haven't read it yet." Wen Heng said respectfully.

"Okay, if you don't know how to ask me anytime, but don't put too much pressure on yourself, there are three years before you can take the children's exam." Master Wang warned with a smile.

Wen Heng is the hardest working and smartest he has ever met.

"Thank you, Master." Wen Heng nodded.

Zhou Zhe on the side curled his lips, suddenly feeling that he was getting in the way.

at this time.

At the foot of Qingshan Temple.

Zhang Liu's group parked the donkey cart at the foot of the mountain, and Zhang Xiaowu walked to Qingshan Temple with Fubao in his arms.

"Fifth brother, you are not in good health, you need to exercise." Fu Bao couldn't help joking as he watched Zhang Xiaowu gasping for breath.

Zhou Xiaowu gave her a blank look, "You are fat, okay? Look at your little face is full of meat."

Fu Bao stuck out his tongue.

"Ma'am, you are here, let's have some vegetarian food here first, the abbot is now talking with another benefactor." A young monk in cloth clothes led the way.

Take the group to the resting place.

"Please ask the little five benefactors to go with me to pick up the vegetarian meal."

Zhang Xiaowu followed closely and went to serve three bowls of porridge and a small dish of shredded radish and pickles.

The porridge is a mixture of brown rice, bran, and a small amount of white rice. It doesn't look very good, but it is very mushy.

"Mother, why is this porridge not as good as my sister-in-law's cooking?" Fu Bao was very surprised, obviously the porridge we drank at home before had more bran.The taste is rougher.

But when it comes to drinking, why is this more difficult to drink?

Mrs. Zhang Liu smiled after taking a sip, "Your sister-in-law will put a little sugar and a little lard in the porridge, so it tastes better."

Fu Bao nodded, so that was the case, although he didn't like it very much, but in line with the principle of not wasting, Fu Bao finished his porridge and ate two or three sticks of pickles.

The main reason is that the pickles are too unpalatable, bitter and astringent.

Zhang Xiaowu didn't think there was anything wrong, after all, the family used to drink a lot before.

After eating, sitting there waiting, it was very boring, Fu Bao wanted to go out for a stroll, "Mom, I'll go to the temple and I'll be back in a while."

"Let your fifth brother take you there." Zhang Liushi ordered, and then closed his eyes again, muttering "Namo Amitabha."

"What's so interesting about temples?" Zhang Xiaowu originally wanted to take a nap for a while, but was tossed by Fubao, so he didn't want to sleep.

Fu Bao ignored Zhang Xiaowu's complaints, and walked straight to the backyard. A young monk was washing clothes. After seeing Fu Bao, he smiled and asked, "Little benefactor, why are you in the backyard?"

"I'll see if there's anything interesting." Fu Bao said with a smile, and then squatted aside, watching him wash his clothes.

The Zen robe has been washed and turned white, and there are still a lot of stitches and mending.

Are you so poor?

"Little master, I see that there are many people who come to offer incense in the temple, why do you still wear so many patched clothes..." Fu Bao asked while sitting on a small stone with his hands on his chin, with a puzzled expression on his face .

"When the benefactors go up the mountain, they always bring some incense and candles. The cloth shirts are all grown by ourselves and vegetables in exchange for going down the mountain, so we can save as much as we can." The young monk who was doing laundry said with a smile.

Fu Bao nodded.

"Every time my mother comes, she will donate money. You can use that money to buy clothes."

"Occasionally someone will donate money, but it's not much, and the money is not enough." The little monk explained with a smile, and he didn't find it annoying, but felt that Fubao was very smart.

"Since life in the temple is so hard, why do you want to become a monk?"

"The people in the temple are all orphans, without a home, and they were born and raised in the temple." The little monk said while making clothes.

After finishing the clothes, he took out a piece of candy from his pocket, "I'll give it to you, it was given to me by a benefactor last time."

"Thank you." Fu Bao took the candy, but didn't eat it, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Then you are so poor, why don't you go into business? This way you can eat white rice and afford new clothes."

(End of this chapter)