"I like it sir to drink or not!"

This sentence obviously didn't come out with the courage to say it, but blurted out without thinking about it, because as soon as Zhao Di finished speaking, she realized it, and quickly explained: "No, no, I mean that I admire you whether Mr. drinks or not...... Our whole village admired Mr. ......"

"How did you cut your hair?" Zhao Xiang only now realized that Zhao Di's long hair, which originally hung down to the crook of her legs, was a lot shorter, and now it only reached her waist, a full two feet less.

"I thought it was too long and it didn't look good, so I cut it...... Sir, do you think such a length is appropriate? ”

Zhao Xiang nodded, Zhao Di's hair itself is not too dark, according to the old woman, she is a yellow-haired girl, and now she is cut to a waist-length length, with modern clothes, the whole person should be said to have completely changed. A little girl cut off the length of her head, which is as precious as life, because of her own preferences, and the meaning was too great, and he knew it very well, but he didn't say anything: "It's so much better, if you regret it, keep it longer." ”

Zhao Di shook her head: "Don't stay, it's good to be so long." ”

"It's good if you think it's good, change your clothes, on such a hot day, you have to change your clothes once a day."

"But it's still clean...... Okay, I'll just swap it out......"

……

Chen Ping, Chen Hanlin's eldest apprentice, was guarding there in the corridor, and when he saw Zhao Xiang coming out, he hurriedly went up to ask for instructions: "Mr. Zhao, last night there were suddenly two big iron cabinets on the side of the board room, my master asked me to ask if Mr. Zhao made it?" ”

Zhao Xiang nodded, he remembered this matter. As soon as he drank for a while, he ran to the room, used the function of "crossing" on his mobile phone to directly cross to the edge of the riverside prefabricated house, and added two ultra-high 40-foot container cabinets to the warehouse in the back half of the prefabricated building. Fortunately, I didn't forget about business after drinking, otherwise the prefabricated house would have dragged on for another day, and asked, "Are you making furniture in the house?" ”

Chen Ping replied: "Yes, Master prepared the timber last night, and the construction started early this morning, and the counter had already been made when I came here just now, and it should be completed in the evening." ”

Zhao Xiang nodded: "It's hard work." ”

"Don't work hard, don't work hard, give Mr. Zhao a long insight!"

"The basic skills still need to be learned well, and there are more and bigger projects that you need to do in the future, and you can learn more new knowledge by laying a good foundation. Go get busy. ”

Chen Ping trotted away. Zhao Xiang immediately felt the incomparably contemptuous eyes of Chunyang in the courtyard.

If the appointment between Chunyang and Kaiyuan Temple was in the morning, it is estimated that Chunyang would have directly ignored him at this time, Zhao Xiang couldn't help but be glad that his young body was still reliable, at least it was very effective in dissolving alcohol, and he didn't miss the time. It's just that on such a hot day, why did you choose to make the time about Shen, it was three o'clock in the afternoon, which was almost the hottest time of the day.

Time: 2:30 p.m.

Location: On the riverside meadow at the junction of the two places.

People: A lot of ......

This is the first time Zhao Xiang has walked out of the boundary of Xiaozhi Mountain, although it is only a dozen steps across a small boundary river, it is a strong stroke, because this is a historic meeting, but also a shameful meeting - of course, Zhao Xiang does not feel anything to be ashamed of. After all, using two tractor heads with a total price of 4,000 yuan to exchange the lives of the sixteen warrior monks of Kaiyuan Temple will be worth the peaceful development for a certain period of time in the future.

It's a bit like the historical harmony, New Year's coins, etc., which are directly classified as disgraceful foreign policies, which is a manifestation of a weak country. But I don't know, in Zhao Xiang's view, the problems that can be solved with money are not problems, and the lost face can be recovered sooner or later - if you can't find it, you can only blame yourself for being too poor.

The abbot of Kaiyuan Temple, the great monk Fa Neng, gave enough face, and took Fa Ming and other elders to stand in front of the mountain gate to greet him.

In contrast, Xiaozhishan's pomp and circumstance were much weaker, and the head of the Pure Yang Dao led a fifteen or sixteen-year-old half-old son (Zhao Xiang), He Defang, an unpopular villager in Wutian Village, and a group of mud legs pushing two iron oxen behind him, and the formation was really not good.

If it weren't for the fact that the Pure Yang Daoist was wearing the outfit that Zhao Xiang had purchased, and adding a few points of the image of a master in vain, it is estimated that Xiaozhishan would have been completely blown up.

Zhao Xiang is not qualified to speak, even if he is the official and honest owner of Xiaozhishan.

A group of people watched another group of people walk slowly, and the two sides obviously looked at each other for a long time, but they had to hold back, and waited until the distance between the two sides was only about the right one, and then the great monk of Fa Neng and the old Taoist of Chunyang coincidentally made a meeting gift for their respective sects.

"I haven't seen you for forty years, and the pure yang real person is becoming more and more immortal, I think the martial arts have gone to the next level, and the little monk is ashamed!"

"Fa Neng Zen Master overflows with Buddha light throughout his body, and he must have entered the great realm of meditation and envy the path! Envy of the trail! ”

What's the situation?! Zhao Xiang tried to ask He Defang beside him for an explanation, but found that He Defang's old face was also full of suspicion.

Chinese people pay attention to self-cultivation, and these two words contain various good qualities of big people such as connotation, cultivation, atmosphere, forbearance, etc.

When big people meet, it's a time for each other to learn from each other. Even if the country and the family hate and do not share the sky, as long as there is still a responsibility on the shoulders, the scene must always be light and light, and even Mount Tai collapses in front of the same color, stinky farts collapse on the face and do not cover the nose, so as to better hide their true emotions from being captured and detected by the other party - this Zhao Xiang can understand - but the two old men in their seventies and eighties are constantly numb there, one keeps saying "little monk", and the other does not leave the "trail", as if they are old friends who have not seen each other for forty years, which is puzzling.

I looked at my watch, and it had been twenty minutes, and the two old men were still full of red energy, and there was no sign of physical exhaustion at all, let alone a single word shortage, and the two of them could always speak wittily.

After the numbness reached a certain level, Chunyang took two small cups of Wuliangye from the car, and actually held hands with the old monk and sat cross-legged under the shade of the tree in the distance, and drank a little wine!

The two groups of people who originally swore to stand apart were embarrassed on the spot, completely confused.

The two little novices behind Kaiyuan Temple, who were the back walls, actually grinned at themselves and smiled kindly - Zhao Xiang was very sure that the laughter of the two stupid men was definitely kind - probably because they felt that the two bosses were hooked shoulders, and the younger ones must also be called brothers and sisters to meet this situation.

Zhao Xiang pretended not to see it, moved to the side, found a shady place and lit a cigarette. When the flames came out, the monks of Kaiyuan Temple collectively looked at the fierce light.

Zhao Xiang saw too much of this kind of gaze, so he chose to get closer, looking up at the white cloud and dog at a 45-degree angle, and every puff of smoke was long.