Chapter 3: Zhang Huai'an (This chapter is free)

Zhang Huai'an smiled and invited several leaders into the Zen room of the abbot of Huguo Temple, although he had grasped it tightly in recent years, and he was not allowed to engage in these feudal "fans" Letter, but the low cadres, who is not seven or eight times a year to the temple run, every first day of the new year, this pillar incense is even more broken head, as long as it is a spiritual point of the big temple, there are always the leaders of the province and the city quietly take care of it, to burn this incense well, today these few, is one of the best people in the city, come to Sushan said that it is to inspect the work, but the road to inquire, are the great monks of the Huguo Temple are the last resort, this Huguo Temple is Zhang Huai'an's political achievements, naturally blow a smallpox "chaos" After a few stories were told, the leaders didn't even dare to tell the jokes, for fear of defiling this pure land of Buddhism and making the Bodhisattva angry, so they would give a good report.

"Fuxian, that old thing, can you deal with it?" When the leaders entered the meditation room, Zhang Huaian put away his smile, pinched a cigarette in his hand, poked the little monk beside him, and signaled this short-sighted person to hurry up and light it.

"County magistrate, you can rest assured, we have taught Fuxian's old goods smoothly, he will definitely serve these goods comfortably, if you don't have this ability, we don't have to mix in this temple." The little monk took out a lighter, lowered his eyebrows and lit the cigarette, looked left and right, took out a pack of cigarettes, and smoked it beautifully.

"Oh, you bald donkey, you smoke better than me!" Zhang Huai'an turned his head and saw that the little monk was actually smoking a soft bag, and then looked at the Red River in his hand, and snatched the cigarette from the little monk's hand angrily, and said with a righteous face: "Disciple of Buddhism, the four are empty, be careful that I sue your master and say that you have violated the precepts!"

"Master, he's busy, these days, there are a few ...... begging for children" The little monk smiled, suppressed his voice and said: "There is one, that waist, that ass, tsk, it's really invincible!"

"How many times have you said it, this kind of thing, do less!" Zhang Huai'an frowned, and said in an unkind tone: "I have such a Huguo Temple in my hand, seeing that the wind and water are about to become the climate, and the reputation is bad, we all have to eat and walk around, but we have this good life, do we have to go back to the street to set up a stall to tell fortunes?"

"My county magistrate, it's really not that we want to do this, people hook up, steal men under the guise of begging for children, and they are very generous at hand, they are a handle, they can't stand it, we are monks, not eunuchs, that long legs hook, where can I think so much. The little monk cried out with a look of injustice.

"And this?" Zhang Huai'an was dumbfounded, it was better to be an official than a monk this year, it was just an angry sentence, Zhang Huai'an didn't can't afford to smoke soft China, the five-yuan pack of Honghe was just a show, a county magistrate, an official the size of a bean, smoked good cigarettes all day long, it wasn't to give people a handle, but this affair really made Zhang Huaian envious, jealous and hateful, and he smoked with him when there was no one for good cigarettes and wine, but women are not so simple.

"It's all two 'milk' and two 'milk'. The little monk shook his bald head triumphantly, pointed to a row of luxury cars at the door, and said: "Let's come to Huguo Temple together, the surrounding land is worth seeing, those bosses are busy making money all day long, where do they still have the heart to take care of women, it's not cheap." ”

"Your master, you're a talent!" Zhang Huai'an sighed with relief, "touching" the vermilion lacquer pillar beside him, and for a while he actually had mixed feelings.

Here, it wasn't like that.

Zhang Huai'an is a native of Sushan, although everyone says that the hometown is good, but this hometown, it also depends on the place, the land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River, the natural abundance, even if it is a nine-grade sesame official, it is the emperor's day, but this Sushan, but it is really not a place that people can like, the place is poor, everyone works hard for a few years, maybe it will be developed, but the problem is that this Sushan, in addition to this Huguo Temple, there is no hope of being able to get ahead, Shanxi people are not short of money, there is black gold underground, but Sushan is more than ten years ago out of a few small coal kilns, digging for five or six years There is no production, if you want to make a fortune, it is even more difficult, The people in this place have a hard time, and the nature of being an official will not be much better, not to mention the oil and water, it is a political achievement, and don't want to dig out a piece of the ground, if there is a way, they will run to the city, and if the city can't go, they will be transferred to the neighboring county town.

In the first year of Zhang Huai'an's reign as deputy county magistrate, the actual salary was 24,000 yuan, and the total income of oil and water red envelopes was 20,000 yuanThere is a huge county, there is not even a travel agency, and the only thing worth seeing is this Huguo Temple.

Zhang Huai'an didn't have the idea of fighting this Huguo Temple, people can't sit still, Zhang Huai'an borrowed from the west, got 50,000 yuan, ran to the city to activities, and begged his grandfather to tell "milk" and "milk" , This is a clear way, want to be promoted, want to transfer, one is to see your relationship backstage, whether it can be hard, the second is to see the ticket in your hand, whether it can be big, the third, is to see your political performance, whether you can get up, Zhang Huai'an backstage is completely absent, the ticket, just this 50,000 yuan, if you want to get ahead, then there is only one way to go, he rode a bicycle, walked around Sushan, looked around, and found a Huguo Temple, it seems that there is still a bit of a head.

As long as people live, there is hope, but the problem is that this hope comes too fast, goes too fast, and is too exciting for a while, which will always make people have some problems.

"County Magistrate Zhang, it's not that we refuse to cooperate with the 'government' work, it's true, it's really this Huguo Temple, and now it's not ours!" At that time, Fuxian was still an honest monk, when Zhang Huai'an came to the door, he was wrapped in a broken quilt that he didn't know how many years he had used, wiping his nose, if it wasn't for the big incense scar on his head, Zhang Huai'an would almost suspect that he had found the wrong person and met an impostor beggar.

"This Huguo Temple is not a monk's, and whose is it?" Zhang Huai'an asked with a puzzled face.

But soon, a few rough "women" with sticks suddenly came out of the back door, and when they saw that Fuxian, they opened their mouths and scolded: "You bald donkey who has entered the mother, you are unruly, next time you dare to go inside, beware of your bald head!"

"This, what the hell is going on?" The person who was as calm as Zhang Huai'an was also stunned by these stout "women", and was stunned for a long time before he asked angrily, what is the way out for this official, it depends on this Huguo Temple, in his heart, he has long regarded the Huguo Temple as his own backyard, listening to the tone of these "women", it seems that he has already occupied this Huguo Temple, how can he not be angry.

"County magistrate, come with me!" Na Fuxian sighed, and took Zhang Huai'an into the main hall, where three old monks were crowded in the haystack, and when they saw someone, they didn't know how to get up to greet them, and the three bald heads and six eyes just kept looking at the two of them, and when they saw that it was empty, they couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"This is the monk of your Huguo Temple?" Zhang Huai'an asked with wide eyes.

"If you have a way, where are you willing to stay in this place, that is, our old bones, we can't go anywhere, so we have to guard this hall, this Huguo Temple has long been not a pure land for Buddhism. Fuxian wrapped the cup and sighed in a low voice.

"What's the matter with those 'women', could it be that this Huguo Temple has already been occupied by them?" Zhang Huai'an continued to ask.

"It's not a few decades ago, our temple has been kicked out of the door, and when they come back, they have already taken root, occupied the space, and are noisy every day, and now even this hall wants to occupy it, and plans to use this Buddha to break it and sell some scrap copper! I am not afraid that the Buddha will be guilty and bring disaster to future generations!" Hearing Zhang Huai'an say about this "woman" person, an old monk couldn't help but "insert" in, with an angry face, obviously being bullied by the "woman" people here.

"Isn't there anyone to take care of it?" asked Zhang Huai'an with a frown.

"Tube, how to manage?" The old monk glanced at Zhang Huai'an angrily, and said: "They are all some 'women' and people, no home and no job, just such a residence, who dares to care, it's not to be desperate, the barefoot are not afraid to wear shoes, those 'women', crying and not talking, and there are hanging, after managing it once, there is no news, I want me to say, don't fight this old life, one knife at a time, it can be considered clean, to the Buddha, you have to give an arhat to do!"

"Popularize, quit hate, quit hate!" Fuxian stomped his feet and shouted angrily, when Zhang Huai'an entered the door, he had already said his intention, although Fuxian was old, but he was not a person who was willing to live so all day, all he thought about along the way was how to make this situation lighter, so as not to scare away the newly appointed county magistrate, who expected that as soon as he entered the door, he was sold by this unlucky junior brother.

"Which one is going to drive the old lady away!" As soon as Fuxian's voice fell, a woman with pig's blood rushed in, carrying a pig's head in her hand, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, she smashed into Zhang Huai'an, although he was embarrassed to dodge, but the blood on his face was indispensable, and then, dozens of stout "women" poured in, and the first few were the "women" that Zhang Huai'an met at the door.