report!The farm kidnapped me

Chapter 24 She is a little scared

Jian Zhizhi and others turned around and saw a young monk hurriedly approaching with a wooden stick and ran straight in front of Song Lin.

"Donor, please don't be nervous. The monk has no ill intentions."

Seeing Song Lin frowning because of his approach, the young monk took a step back, quickly performed a Buddhist salute, and stopped in his tracks.

Song Lin: "Young master, what do you want from me?"

The young monk in front of him happened to be the one who guided him when he donated rice.

The young monk nodded, "The rice that the benefactor's family generously donated to this temple has been of great help. The young monk is here to thank the benefactor on behalf of the temple and the people."

When Song Lin heard this, he didn't take credit at all, "If you want to thank me, just thank my shopkeeper. She is kind-hearted. I can't afford to donate such a big bag of rice."

If it were him, he would at most give him a little money for the sesame oil, but certainly not too much.

Song Lin pointed at Jian Zhizhi and introduced, "This is my shopkeeper."

When the young monk followed what Song Lin pointed out and saw Jian Zhizhi, surprise flashed in his eyes, but he did not express any vague thanks:

"Thank you sir."

Being thanked so seriously by the young monk, Jian Zhizhi felt a strange feeling in his heart.

However, Jian Zhizhi quickly reacted and nodded gently to the young monk.

"You're welcome, young master. If there's nothing else, we'll go back first. There's still something to do in the shop."

go now!
She was a little afraid that the young monk would tell her:

The temple is still short of rice, so I asked her to help.

The young monk said a Buddha's name and asked seriously:
"I do have something to ask the shopkeeper. There are a lot of displaced people right now. I wonder if the shopkeeper has any food left? Can you keep it for us for two more days?"

Stay two more days?

Are they ready to buy?
When Jian Zhizhi was confused, the young monk spoke again:
"Please rest assured, shopkeeper, we will not use the shopkeeper's food in vain to make it difficult for you."

Surprise flashed across Jian Zhizhi's face when he heard this. The monk in this temple was quite thorough.

These words actually made her more willing to give out food, without the feeling of being forced.

It's just that it's hard to say whether she will be there tomorrow or not.

Jian Zhizhi replied: "I don't have a lot of food there. If the young master wants it, I will send it over later."

It’s probably not possible to ask her to support everyone, but it’s still possible to ask her to crowdfund part of it.

She has a kind heart, but she has not yet cultivated to the state of great love.

She is already short of food and is still thinking of ways to collect it.

Anyway, the rice collected by Qingsheng and others cannot be included in the order, so it doesn't hurt to give some of it to them.

"Amitabha, the young monk would like to thank the donor."

Jian Zhizhi saw the other person's expression of gratitude and suddenly asked:

"Little Master, if our ancestors ask for food from their dreams, how can we deliver the food to our ancestors?"

Is it the same as worshiping Buddha and Bodhisattva?
Or it's like worshiping ancestors...

This is what Jian Zhizhi thought when she saw the abbot offering incense to the Buddha. Maybe she had gone in the wrong direction from the beginning.

Zhang Tong is not a normal person now, and normal food cannot be given to him.

She wondered if she could offer food to Zhang Tong just like offering food to gods and Buddhas.

Although it seemed a bit outrageous, Jian Zhizhi felt that it was not unreasonable.

If possible, there should be no suspense about Zhang Tong's order.

The remaining time can be used to collect food for other orders.

When Song Lin and others heard this, they didn't understand why she asked such a question.

On the contrary, Zhang Tong, who was in a transparent state, stared at Jian Zhizhi for a while after hearing Jian Zhizhi's inquiry.

After a moment, as if he thought of something, realization flashed across his face.

Is it because of this?

He had never thought of it that way before.No wonder he felt something was wrong after preparing the food so many times. It turned out that it was not because the food he prepared was wrong.

The young monk was stunned for a moment when he heard Jian Zhizhi's words. Then he recited a Buddha's name in a low voice, lowered his eyebrows and gave Jian Zhizhi some advice:

"Donors can visit them more often during New Years and holidays, and burn more paper money for your father and others, or they can also go to the temple..."

understood.

According to this young master, her idea is feasible.

After Jian Zhizhi thanked everyone, he led Song Lin and others back.

After coming down from Huguo Temple, Jian Zhizhi and others saw many refugees.

Zhou Kun suddenly grabbed Jian Zhizhi's hand and said crisply: "Sister, let's go over and take a look."

Jian Zhizhi looked down at him, only to see him looking up at her, then secretly looking not far away.

The little guy is quite clever, and he even knows how to secretly give himself hints.

Jian Zhizhi nodded to him and followed him to see the situation.

Aunt Zhou was a little embarrassed, "You kid..."

Zhou Kun hugged Jian Zhizhi's thigh and didn't look at his grandma.

Jian Zhizhi smiled at Aunt Zhou and helped Zhou Kun speak:

"Aunt Zhou, you are a little serious. Just take a look. We have nothing to do anyway. Let's take a look."

Zhou Kun pulled Jian Zhizhi to the roadside and glanced sideways at her.

Jian Zhizhi looked at the people huddled under the roots of the tree and suddenly fell into silence.

When Aunt Zhou saw it, sympathy flashed across her face and she unconsciously said:
"This……"

Aunt Zhou quickly swallowed the next words, and her expression became a little more erratic.

The man huddled under the roots of the tree was dirty, his messy hair covered his face, and with the mud on his face, it was impossible to tell what he looked like originally.

But when he huddled there, he was just a small ball, not like an adult.

When Song Lin saw this, his heart moved with compassion, and then he turned his head to look at Jian Zhizhi.

"The treasurer..."

Song Lin was a little embarrassed to say the next words, but his expression flashed a little sadly and he pursed his lips.

He was already taken in by the shopkeeper, so how could he have the right to ask the shopkeeper to help others?
Zhang Tong also looked at Jian Zhizhi, opened his mouth and then remembered that Jian Zhizhi couldn't see him, so he hurriedly went to see Zhou Kun.

Seeing this, Zhou Kun pulled Jian Zhizhi.

Jian Zhizhi sighed secretly before letting go of Zhou Kun and letting him stay by Aunt Zhou's side.

Jian Zhizhi: "I'll go take a look."

Jian Zhizhi didn't react when he got close to her, which made her feel strange.

Jian Zhizhi said: "How are you? Do you want to come back with me to clean up?"

The man didn't respond, so Jian Zhizhi couldn't help but reach out and touch his arm.

As a result, she only used a little force and he leaned to the right and almost fell.

But despite this, he did not raise his head.

Jian Zhizhi's heart sank and she reached out to push the hair away from his face.

Touching his forehead accidentally, Jian Zhizhi gasped.

So hot!

Jian Zhizhi hugged the person directly and was stunned again.

It was lighter than she imagined.

However, Jian Zhizhi turned around and left. When he reached the roadside, he told Song Lin:
"You have fast feet. Go back and boil some hot water first, and then go back to find a doctor."

(End of this chapter)