Farmhouse nan nan fortune is prosperous

Chapter 87
"Little benefactor really knows how to joke. How can we do this kind of business? Besides, we don't have any business to do. The most we can do is exchange the grain we grow for money at the grain shop." The little monk smiled wryly.

"Okay, then I understand." Fu Bao stood up, "My name is Fu Bao, what's your name? I'll come to the temple next time and bring you delicious food."

"My name is Yuanxiu." The little monk waved his hand.

Fubao was in front, Zhang Xiaowu was behind, hesitated again and again, and asked, "Fubao, what business do you want to do with the temple?"

Fu Bao smiled, and walked back while talking, "I don't know, I just think, Mother said that Host Yuan Kong saved my life, so I think I should do something, but I haven't made up my mind yet."

After finishing speaking, I saw Mrs. Zhang and Liu standing at the door of the meditation room, and waved after seeing two people, "Let's go, the host is waiting for us."

Fu Bao's little hand was pulled by Mrs. Zhang Liu, and the two entered the hall, Zhang Xiaowu followed closely behind.

After entering the main hall, he proficiently kowtowed three times, and then burned incense and paper to the statues enshrined in the hall.

Accompanied by the sound of wooden fish, the process ended.

Mrs. Zhang Liu took Fu Bao to the back of the main hall. The host was meditating, sitting cross-legged, holding a string of sandalwood beads in his hand.

"Come on, sit down." Seeing the person coming, the host greeted with a smile.

The eyes that fell on Fubao were very loving, "Fubao just got a cold."

Fu Bao's eyes widened and he was stunned. Is this man a fortune teller?

Why do you know.

"Yes, today is good, so I will bring it to the host today to see if there are any sequelae or taboos." Zhang Liu said with a smile.

The host did not answer, but nodded with a smile.He reached out and touched Fu Bao's head, and then looked at Fu Bao's palm.

His complexion remained unchanged.

Fu Bao nervously looked at the host in front of him, it felt like he was inspecting the goods.

"It's nothing serious." Finally, he felt his pulse, and after about a quarter of an hour, the host said.

The eyes looking at Fu Bao are much brighter.

"Combining the recent astrology and Fubao's birth date, there will be no more catastrophes in the future, and the fortune will get better and better."

"The Zhang family has already found a son-in-law for Fubao?" Although the host's tone was doubtful, but with some certainty, "It must have been found, so Fubao's life is so prosperous."

After listening to the series of words from the host, Zhang Liushi breathed a sigh of relief, and the sadness on his face was swept away, "I found it, thank you for the host."

"Thank you." Fu Bao also said.

"Little girl is very smart, thank you for knowing it." The host said with a smile, and then looked at Shang Fubao curiously. "Is there something wrong with Fu Bao?"

"Are you a god?" Fu Bao asked his own question.

Otherwise, how could he know that she was sick without asking anything, and more importantly, he was not a doctor, but he could treat her when he was a child.

"Ah... this." Immediately, Host Yuankong laughed, "I'm not a god, I'm just similar to the mysterious and yellow techniques."

Fu Bao nodded, "Then I'm fine."

Zhang Liushi looked at her daughter's spoiled face, then stood up and bowed, "I'm sorry to trouble you, I will visit you again after the Chinese New Year."

"Okay." Host Yuan Kong closed his eyes immediately after finishing speaking, and twisted the prayer beads in his hands.

Walking to the front of the hall, Mrs. Zhang and Liu took out a bunch of copper coins from her bag, which looked very heavy, and threw them into the merit box.

The little monk who knocked on the wooden fish knocked on the wooden fish three times in a row and said, "The merit is immeasurable."

Three people left the temple, Zhang and Liu were all light.

The mood is also much better.

"Fubao, how are you doing in school? It's been a long time, and I haven't seen you explain what you've learned to your mother." Mrs. Zhang Liu asked Fubao while walking.

"I'm good at studying. Although I'm not as good as Cousin Heng, I'm proficient in all four books and five classics." Fu Bao said hastily.

She is not proficient. During the day, the master gives lectures, and at night, she goes to the electronic reading room to search for the interpretation of vernacular Chinese. This way, of course, she learns quickly.

In ancient teaching, the teacher basically did not explain the explanation, and only after you have memorized all the books, you will start to explain, so the learning efficiency is extremely low.

"Really? You have studied so hard, and you still have time to go to Fucheng to sell scripts?" Zhang Liu said with a smile.

Fubao instantly petrified, how did this matter come to be known? He looked at Zhang Xiaowu who was at the side.

I saw Zhang Xiaowu's eyes wandering.

"Okay, don't look at your fifth brother, he was the one who accidentally slipped the tongue. You guys are going to make sofas for that Yang's teahouse, but you have to do it well, and you can't cut corners." Zhang Liushi said seriously.

She won't interfere too much with several children doing business together, opening a shop, and running a workshop, but she has to keep an eye on it so that nothing goes wrong.

"Yeah, mother, don't worry about the elder brother's work." Fu Bao stuck out his tongue, and the three of them walked down the mountain talking and laughing, and then left in a donkey cart.

After a period of time, Fu Bao strengthened his physical exercise, every day running, zama step, meditation did not miss a single one.

Because it was cold, the class time was shortened, and Fu Bao and Zhou Zhe had more extra-curricular time to write Journey to the West.

Half a month later, during the rest time, Fubao did not go to Fucheng. The shopkeeper Yang spread the news that the sofas and other items were in place, and the news of the price increase was also spread.

Although the first day of business was not as full as before, there were still no empty seats.

All positions are sold.

Zhang's tofu workshop also has more manpower. Because it is cold, tofu is easy to store, and it can also be made into frozen tofu, so the sales volume is very high.

At the beginning, those who had opinions on the old Zhang family because of signing the agreement gradually accepted it, and got along very well.

After half a month, I will take a rest again, and there are more than 20 days before the Chinese New Year, less than a month away.

When I woke up this day, snowflakes were floating outside the window, and another thin layer of snow fell on the ground.

"It's snowing, it's snowing..." Fu Bao stood in the yard after eating, very excited. She was too young to play in the snow last year. Now that she is older, she can have snowball fights and ice skating.

"Fubao, have you finished your meal? Then let's go quickly." Zhou Zhe was wearing a thick padded jacket and a fox fur hat, only his face was exposed, and the tip of his nose was red from the cold.

Wen Heng at the side looked at the sky, with a serious expression, "Why don't we go to Fucheng today, if there is a heavy snowstorm, we won't be able to make it back."

After Wen Heng finished speaking, he ignored Zhou Zhe's heartache, but looked at Fu Bao.

"Let's go, we haven't been there for a month, and besides, shopkeeper Yang should give us the money." Fu Bao said after thinking for a while,
After hearing this, Zhou Zhe jumped up on the spot, "Fubao, I knew you were the best. The snow is so small, so it's fine."

Wen Heng knew that he couldn't stop what Fu Bao wanted to do.

"Put on the hat, and then put on a cape." After Wen Heng finished speaking, he went to the house to help Fu Bao, and then wrapped himself in a thick cotton jacket.

This is what Fubao asked his sister-in-law to make. It is similar to a long down jacket with bamboo on it, which is fashionable and beautiful.

(End of this chapter)