Zhou Huailin's heart trembled, and he held Old Man Zhou's hand.

"Dad is waiting for me to talk to the young girl."

Old Man Zhou glanced at Zhou Qing and nodded, "Well, you go and say something, dad is waiting for you." ”

Zhou Huailin turned back to Zhou Qing and said a simple word.

Zhou Qinghu looked at Old Man Zhou suspiciously.

Last time on the street, Old Man Zhou still looked like a sea of blood hatred for her.

Although it is far from the county seat to Qingyang Village, it is not 108,000 miles.

If Old Man Zhou really wants Zhou Huailin, he can go back and see it.

"Third uncle, the host will be here in a while."

Zhou Huailin knew that Zhou Qing had scruples, so he said, "Just say a few words, it's okay." ”

After a pause, Zhou Huailin took a deep breath, "That's my father." ”

Zhou Qing didn't say anything more.

Old Man Zhou looked at it anxiously, and when he saw Zhou Huailin turn back, he silently breathed a sigh of relief.

"Linzi, Dad's legs are not very good, let's go and sit down on the stone bench over there."

"What's wrong with Dad's leg? Isn't it good? ”

Old Man Zhou sighed, "It's hard to say, Dad has a lot to say to you." ”

As soon as Zhou Huailin and Old Man Zhou left, a little novice came over to invite Zhou Qing.

"Donor, abbot, please come over and speak."

Zhou Qing glanced at the direction in which Zhou Huailin left, and smiled at Xiao Shami: "Hello, can I call my third uncle?" ”

Xiao Shami said: "Donor, the abbot is busy with the Buddha Festival these days, and it is not easy to squeeze out time to see you. ”

When people said so, Zhou Qing had to give up, smiled apologetically, and followed Xiao Shami to see the abbot.

When Zhou Qing entered, the abbot was sitting at the stone table in the courtyard drinking tea.

I'm so tired!

Don't want to work.

I just want to sit back and be in a daze!

Life is so boring!

The abbot took the teacup and sighed, and when he saw Zhou Qing, the corners of his eyes suddenly wrinkled.

The little girl at the gate of the city who violently refused to marry?

Zhou Qing put his hands together and performed a non-standard salute, picked up the basket on his back and put it on the ground, and sat opposite the abbot.

"The donor is here to sell flowers? The donor should know that I have my own flowers in Qingquan Temple. ”

Zhou Qing was neither humble nor arrogant: "Since the master saw me, it can be seen that he is still interested in my flowers." ”

As he spoke, Zhou Qing lifted the linoleum cloth on the back basket, took out a pot of yarn and silk peonies, and placed it on the stone table.

The peony was as tall as a basket, and five delicate flowers bloomed on the branches with different expressions, and the dark green leaves were dripping with dewdrops.

The abbot's eyes lit up when he saw it, and he reached out to touch the flower.

Zhou Qing smiled and looked at the abbot.

The moment the abbot's finger touched the flower branch, he was stunned, "Fake flowers? ”

Zhou Qing nodded, "The yarn is tied, not afraid of wind and rain, it is used this year and put it away, and it can be used next year to dust it out and dust." ”

Zhou Qing didn't sell much, and directly pointed out the advantages of fake flowers over real flowers.

And this advantage is also the place that can hit the heart of the abbot the most.

"Not only peonies, but also all kinds of flowers, some are potted, some are bunches, and some can be wrapped around branches, ensuring that the Buddha Festival is full of flowers."

As he spoke, Zhou Qing took out a few other silk flowers and put them on the table.

The abbot picked up a bright red moon season and took a closer look.

He thought that there was a seller of ordinary flowers, thinking that there must be a loss of flowers for the Buddha Festival, and he would be prepared to buy some for preparation.

Unexpectedly, it was a silk flower.

He had seen this kind of silk flower once when he went to the Great Buddha Temple in Kyoto a few years ago.

At that time, the Great Buddha Temple was holding a puja on September 19.

At the festival, the flowers are full of flowers, and this silk flower is used.

That scene he will never forget in his life.

It's really red-eyed!

"How can the girl sell this flower?"

As soon as Zhou Qing heard this, he knew that there was a play, and he hurriedly smiled: "The price of this silk is eighty taels, you can give me a manual fee." ”

The abbot burst out laughing.

She looked at Zhou Qing with kind eyes, "The girl came to sell it once, but it's not for the handiwork." ”

Zhou Qing scratched his head and smiled.

The abbot didn't expose her either, "How many of these flowers are in the girl's hand?" ”

"Master, how much do you want?"

"How much do I want, how much do you have?"

Zhou Qing......

Wow, big guys!

"Then how can it, it's not easy to tie one flower, if you want a few thousand, how can I have it. There are 100 pots in pots, 200 in bunches, and more than 500 scattered flowers. ”

The abbot slapped the table and said with a proud face: "Since this is the case, I will bring two large basins." ”

Zhou Qing took a breath and looked at the abbot with a smile on his face.

Looking, looking......

The abbot has no more follow-up.

The corners of Zhou Qing's eyes twitched.

That's gone?

You have such an imposing face, you want two pots?

"Master, such a good silk flower, I sell it at a conscience price, why don't you come more?"

Abbot......

I also want to buy more, but the budget in the temple is not enough!

The abbot sighed with a smile, "The Buddha said, don't be greedy. ”

Zhou Qing......

While the two were talking, a small novice ran in in a panic.

"Master, it's not good!"

The abbot saw at a glance that it was the little novice who was in charge of the flower shed, and his face suddenly sank, "What's wrong?" ”

"Master, someone has ruined our flowers!"

It is not easy for the little novice to raise flowers, in order to use them on the day of the Buddha's Day, and now that the flowers have been destroyed, his voice is choked.

Zhou Qing couldn't help frowning.

The abbot Zehuo got up, "Ruined? ”

"The two pots of ink chrysanthemums are gone, and the other flowers in the flower shed are smashed to a pulp, and they can't be used at all, master, it's time to pay homage to the Buddha."

As soon as he heard that the flower had been smashed and Mo Ju was gone, the abbot's calm face immediately swelled with anger.

"I'll take a look."

After that, he nodded at Zhou Qing, "The donor is here later." ”

Zhou Qing hurriedly got up.

Just as he was about to respond, there was a commotion outside and shouting angrily.

Zhou Qing looked in the direction of the gate.

saw Zhou Huailin being escorted in by a group of monks.

Zhou Qing's heart suddenly jumped, and he hurriedly stepped forward, "Third uncle! ”

The abbot's eyebrows moved slightly, and he glanced at Zhou Qing.

The monks escorted Zhou Huailin forward, and a monk kicked Zhou Huailin heavily in the crook of the leg, and Zhou Huailin knelt down.

"Master, this is the one who destroyed our flower shed!"

Zhou Qing......

Zhou Huailin's knees hit the ground hard, grinned in pain, and hurriedly explained, "It's not me, I didn't move your flowers." ”

Zhou Qing hurriedly said: "Is there a misunderstanding?" How could my third uncle smash your flower shed? ”

"To sell flowers, of course! You are afraid that Qingquan Temple will not accept your flowers, so let him smash the flower shed of Qingquan Temple, you know that Qingquan Temple needs to use flowers for the Buddha Festival, so that your flowers can be sold! It's really vicious! ”

Zhou Huaihai was helped by someone and walked in from the outside.

He had on his face the expression of distress that he was accustomed to standing on the moral high ground.

glared at Zhou Qing fiercely and saluted the abbot.

"Master, my nursing home saw this person smash the flower shed with my own eyes."

Zhou Huaihai spoke, and a monk stepped forward and said: "Master, this person is here to offer incense, and his nursing home went to the thatched house and got lost, and happened to pass by the flower shed, and met this person who committed murder." ”

The abbot looked at the people beside Zhou Huaihai.

"What you saw with your own eyes?"

The nurse bowed his head, "I saw it with my own eyes, he smashed the flower shed." ”

Zhou Huailin didn't expect that he just said a few words to his father, and he suddenly became a little dizzy and unconscious.

When he opened his eyes, he was in the flower shed.

The shed was smashed.

Many monks ran towards him and shouted that he was a murderer.

Kneeling on the ground, Zhou Huailin gasped, "It's not me, it's really not me, I don't know anything." ”

Zhou Huaihai snorted coldly, "Of course the thief won't admit that he stole something." Master, it's about the Buddha Festival, let's report to the official! ”