As soon as Zhao Xiang finished smoking a cigarette and stepped on it, Chunyang and Fa Neng dried up a bottle of liquor. The two stood up and walked hand in hand to the middle of the two groups.

Hand in hand!!

Two old men who are at least 160 years old together, holding hands like two little girls, are still on such a serious occasion.

Zhao Xiang was a little nervous, and said that before the Ming Dynasty when Cheng Zhu was rampant, Huaxia was an unrestrained and tolerant hot land.

Chunyang beckoned to Zhao Xiang: "Zhao Xiang, come over and see Master Fa Neng." ”

Zhao Xiang hurriedly walked over and made a gesture to the old monk: "Boy Zhao Xiang, meet Zen Master Faneng!" Although he spoke earnestly, he had already scolded the old monk over and over again in his heart.

Fa Neng looked at Zhao Xiang with a smile and nodded: "It's a handsome young man, I heard Chunyang Zhenren say that you have a good ability to find things, and this is why you have earned a big family business." As a good neighbor, take care of each other more in the future, I heard that you have an iron ox to give to the old man, can I alleviate the lack of cattle in my temple? ”

Zhao Xiang secretly scolded in his heart, but he smiled with a smile: "It is also a product of the boy's hometown, not the work of the boy alone." ”

Fa Neng said with a smile: "If you don't take credit, it's rare." Not greedy for money - it is rare to get a sharp weapon like the iron bull, but not to make a profit from it. Chunyang, you are very envious of such a little friend! ”

Boss? Where is the momentum of the self-proclaimed "little monk" just now?

"Lao Dao is also very pleased." Chun Yang stroked his long beard as he spoke, still maintaining his tall image of the Dao Bone Immortal Wind, especially at this time, there was actually a gust of wind blowing...... Zhao Xiang felt that the reason why he could keep his hair unmessed in the wind should be that he only took a bath once after a lot of pure yang, and when he took a bath, he directly ignored the shower gel shampoo provided by Zhao Xiang, because of this, the layer of grease on the hair and beard that was not washed off could make them stick together, otherwise a breeze was enough to make the old man messy, how could he have such a glorious image.

"I guess that's the rumored Iron Bull, right?" The old monk finally couldn't hold it back anymore and opened his mouth first.

Chunyang turned around and nodded to Sandezi, Sandezi was clever, and as soon as he understood, he and his companions pushed two iron oxen and a bucket of diesel fuel forward.

"Sure enough, it is a good utensil, made of cast iron, the craftsmanship is pure, and the two iron oxen are placed in one place, and the old man can't tell the difference."

Zhao Xiang thought to himself, if the same model of products from the assembly line can let you see what is different, the quality inspection of this factory can also be rolled up and rolled home.

"Senior brother, you can also come and see." Fa Neng beckoned to Fa Ming behind him, Fa Ming is the first seat of Kaiyuan Temple, that is, the deputy head of the temple and the first successor of the future abbot, in charge of the affairs inside and outside the temple, of course, he has to come over to learn about the new belongings.

After Sandezi got everyone's permission, he took the Z-shaped starting lever to start the machine. The sudden loud noise of the diesel engine when it was first started obviously frightened everyone, and the two old monks invariably took two steps back.

Sandezi drove the tractor head, ran around the grass, and then came to the same place and stopped, smiling proudly.

This really directly adjusted the appetite of all the monks of Kaiyuan Temple, and Fa Ming Chong Chunyang performed the Buddha ceremony and asked, "Can you plow the land here?" Let me see it later. ”

Sandezi looked at Zhao Xiang, and Zhao Xiang nodded. So a group of people came immediately, loaded the plow row, and two people stepped on it a few times, stepped the plowshare into the soil, and Sandezi hung up the gear and drove forward.

After a few paces of progress, the ploughshare was completely buried in the earth, and the weedy soil was turned out at once, and even the rocks larger than a human head were easily turned out.

The old monks were very satisfied, and Fa Ming asked a little white face behind him to hand over the relevant matters. Then affectionately shook a meaningful hand with Chunyang Lao Dao again, Zhao Xiang could even hear the subtle rubbing sound of four calloused hands touching each other, just like the static electricity flickering when taking off the polyester shirt in winter.

The old monk took the elders of Kaiyuan Temple and walked away, but his hands were still waving in the air to say goodbye.

At this point, the first bilateral leaders' meeting can be regarded as the official curtain has come to an end.

The little white face that was left behind was the Xinkong monk who was wiped out by Zhang Wenyi. How he handed over to Sande is not what Zhao Xiang cares about.

After crossing the boundary river, the black bull came out of the woods with a recurve bow in his hand and asked the people, "How is it doing?" ”

Zhao Xiang didn't answer, turned his head and asked Chunyang, who was walking beside him: "Is it that when you are old, you will naturally be so unpredictable?" ”

Chunyang shook his head and said with a smile: "Just do what you like, do things and ask your heart, and if you don't lose your heart, you can handle things well, why bother with these side things?" Remember, don't let the Iron Ox flow out of the Xiaozhi Mountain Boundary for half a month. After speaking, he quickened his pace, leaving everyone far behind and going back. I have to admire that although he walks fast, his steps are light, and there is no stumbling of an old man.

Hei Niu asked He Defang again: "Dad, what's going on?" ”

He Defang stretched out his hand and slapped the top of the black bull's head: "It's okay, you can go and plow your ground." ”

"Dad, you don't know, Qijin and a few of them have already learned to drive the iron ox, so I don't need to go to the ...... myself."

"Smack!" There was another blow on the head door, and the black cow, who was nearly two heads taller than He Defang, looked aggrieved: "Dad, what's wrong?" ”

"What's wrong? Mr. Zhao handed over such an important matter to you, what are you? Driver! The person in charge of the machine is called the driver, and you actually ...... Lin Bei (Lao Tzu) won't kill you today......" said as he took off his cloth shoes from his feet and put them on the black cow's buttocks.

"He Lao! This is my idea, I asked the Black Bull to teach others how to drive the Iron Ox, and there are more important things for the Black Bull to do, and the Iron Ox cultivated land should be popularized to everyone, so as not to be full-time in the hands of one or two people, once something happens, the farming of the whole village will be delayed. Zhao Xiang persuaded.

He Defang smiled: "It turned out that Mr. Zhao ordered it, but I was too talkative." As he spoke, he took off his other shoe from his foot, and the black bull thought that his father was going to beat him again, and he was afraid of hurting the bow in his hand, so he hurriedly raised the bow and jumped aside.

Of course, He Defang didn't want to beat his son, with Zhao Xiang's endorsement, it would be too faceless for him to do it again. My wife bought new shoes overnight, and she was afraid of getting dirty when she walked on the field road, so it was safer to take them off and hang them around her neck. The weather was hot, and an indescribable sour breath gushed out of He Defang's shoes, which invisibly drilled into Zhao Xiang's nose.

Zhao Xiang couldn't help but turn over the river and the sea in his stomach, and hurriedly stepped up his steps away from He Defang, but he deliberately muttered: "I don't know how the furniture over there is Chen Hanlin, I have to go and see it quickly." ”

"Mr. Zhao, I'll go with you......" He Defang shouted behind him.

"No, no, there are still many things that need to be arranged by He Lao, I can go over by myself, and I will worry about He Lao to handle other things." After speaking, he quickly moved forward a few meters.

He Defang stopped and straightened his waist: "Mr. Zhao go, the old man will do his best." ”