"I want to curse, why don't you even have a signpost after walking for so long?Can anyone tell me how to go at this intersection!" Fang Zheng stood at the intersection with a depressed face, yes, our master, lost!

At this moment, a car suddenly stopped, and a person poked his head out and said with a smile: "This master, where are you going?"

Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and pronounced a Buddha slogan: "Amitabha, hello donor, the poor monk wants to go to Songwu County." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "Fang Zheng thought about it and said that the other party didn't know it, but Songwu County should know. Fang Zheng raised his head and was stunned!

The other party was also stunned, and then shouted in unison: "It's you?!"

The driver Fang Zheng is no stranger, it is Jing Yan, who came to the mountain to cover the calligraphy competition, and was bitten off her skirt, Jing Da Beauty.

"Master, where are you going......? You came out of Baiyun Temple?" Jing Yan asked with a smile as she looked at the road behind Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng said: "Female benefactor, the poor monk is not a master, you still call me Master Fangzheng." The poor monk had indeed just come out of Baiyun Temple and was about to return to Yizhi Temple. ”

"That's a coincidence, I'm also going to Songwu County. But I'll have to go somewhere else in the middle, and then go back, Master Fangzheng, if you're not in a hurry, I'll send you?" Jing Yan smiled.

When Fang Zheng heard this, he was immediately happy, and he was worried about how to go back. If you really want to walk back, it's too far, and he can bear it tired, but it's a waste of time! There is no one in Yizhi Temple, although there are villagers and wolves and squirrels to watch the house, but he is still a little uneasy. Now that he can take a ride, naturally 120 people are willing! The most important thing is that this car looks very high-end, and he has never sat in such a high-end car.

So Fang Zheng put his hands together and saluted: "Then there is a labor donor, and the poor monk is not in a hurry." ”

"What else are you talking about, Mage, get in the car. Jing Yan generously opened the car door, got into the car squarely, sat on the soft chair, leaned back, and the whole body seemed to be sunk into the chair, very comfortable!

"It's better to be in a car than a taxi. Fang Zheng sighed in his heart.

"Master Founder. Jing Yan suddenly asked.

Fang Zheng looked at Jing Yan in confusion and asked, "Donor, what's wrong?"

"Well, please fasten your seatbelts first. Jing Yan said helplessly.

Fang Zheng was stunned, seat belt? He had seen it in books and TV, but he hadn't seen it in reality, and when he looked sideways, he saw a black belt, and Fang Zheng was a little stupid after pulling it out, how to use this thing?

"Master Fangzheng, haven't you been in a car?" Jing Yan understood a little.

Fang Zheng said calmly: "The poor monk has taken ox carts, horse-drawn carts, bicycles, tractors, and took a taxi a few days ago, but this is the first time to take such a high-end car. ”

Jing Yan was stunned, there are really people who have never sat in this kind of car these days! Her car is not a luxury car, and the taxi also has seat belts, and the use of seat belts is the same...... Looking at the square in front of her, Jing Yan understood that this monk was also sitting in the back of the taxi. Thinking of this, Jing Yan sighed, "Master, you are really different from your peers. ”

As for how it was different, Jing Yan didn't say, but leaned down and pulled the square seat belt.

Fang Zheng's muscles were all tense subconsciously, it was the first time he was so close to a woman, smelling the fragrance on the other party's body, Fang Zheng couldn't help but read a sentence in his heart: "Amitabha, when can you return to the vulgar ......?"

Jing Yan helped Fang Zheng plug in his seat belt, kicked the accelerator, and ran away.

Fang Zheng is not good at talking to women, Jing Yan seems to have something on his mind, and the two of them didn't communicate much, until Jing Yan bent into the depths of the mountain, and when he saw a village, Fang Zheng couldn't help but ask: "Female donor, what are you doing here?"

Jing Yan said: "This is no longer Baiyun County, but Guan County, which is the first poor county in the city. If you really want to talk about poverty, it is estimated that there are few people in the province who can compare with them, and the front is Dongliang Village, the first poor village in Guan County. ”

"Oh, the female donor is here to help them?" Fang Zheng is no stranger to Dongliang County, he watches the news every day, Dongliang County often makes headlines, the children in it are pitiful, skinny and skinny, and they are happy when they are full. Therefore, people often come to Dongliang Village to donate. There are even celebrities who have come to Dongliang Village for point-to-point funding. Jing Yan's family conditions are good, Fang Zheng already knew, otherwise those people would not be so afraid of her at the beginning, so it is natural to think that Jing Yan is here to offer love.

As a result, Jing Yan shook her head decisively and sneered: "Poverty alleviation? No, I'm here to check the truth! Some people are too shameless!"

"Uh...... What do you mean?" Fang Zheng was stunned.

"Master, you don't know Dongliang Village, I told you, you may not believe it. But I believe you are a good monk, a good teacher. After a while I entered the village, you see for yourself, and then you tell me your opinion, okay? I don't want my judgment to be affected by my emotions, and I don't want to be preconceived arbitrary. Since the trip to Yizhi Mountain, Jing Yan has been obviously much more cautious in doing things, and she will no longer make conclusions casually, she has done her homework and research before she comes to conclusions.

Fang Zheng didn't understand what Jing Yan meant, but this request was easy to meet, so he nodded and said, "Amitabha, poor monks can try." ”

On the road behind, Jing Yan wanted to speak several times, but she didn't say anything after all. Although Fang Zheng was a little curious, he wouldn't ask if people didn't say it, so the two of them came to Dongliang Village so quietly.

There is a dilapidated gate at the entrance of the village, and the gate says Welcome to Dongliang Village, and there are quotations of great men on both sides, which gives people a feeling that is not too bad.

But as he approached the village, Fangzheng's brows furrowed.

As soon as the car entered the village, a group of people surrounded him, and those who were originally squatting at the entrance of the village to talk also sat down directly, looking sick.

The villagers gathered around, including men, women, and children. However, everyone didn't speak, but looked at Jing Yan quietly, and some people were even a little vigilant.

At this moment, several adults ran over and pulled the child far away, preventing the child from getting close to the car.

Jing Yan parked the car at the entrance of the village, took out her sunglasses, took them on, and got out of the car.

Fang Zheng looked at the cloudy sky outside and shook his head slightly, unable to understand why Jing Yan was wearing sunglasses. Although the snow is reflective and easy to snow blindness, it is a reaction that can only be found in the field where it is all white, and the village is not completely white, and the floodlight is not so strong, so it is completely unnecessary.

When the villagers saw that Jing Yan was a woman, the look of vigilance in their eyes was a little less.

Jing Yan smiled and said, "Hello everyone, my name is Jing Yan." There's nothing to say, I have something for you in the trunk, everyone come and see, what you need, just take it. ”

After speaking, Jing Yan opened the trunk.

When Fang Zheng heard this, his brows suddenly furrowed, what does this Jing Yan mean? Although people are poor, they can't talk like this, right?