After some final bargaining, the Buddha agreed not to enter my body, but to stay in my pocket. The condition is to eat, to eat.

I guess this guy doesn't know how many years he's been suppressed underground, and he hasn't tasted anything cooked. That's why I was able to succeed in this treacherous plan.

Then the question arises, how do I go back? The money on your body is enough for a few meals, and you don't have to think about taking a car. After thinking about it, let's take one step at a time.

The boat is naturally straight to the bridge! The old saying always makes sense.

I found a towering tree, about two people surrounded by thick, gecko swimming on the wall!

Climbed to the top of the tree and carefully identified the next direction, although it was identification, it was only a general look, as long as I made sure that I was not going to Miao Yayun's village.

I picked the opposite direction and embarked on the long journey home. If you are thirsty, you will have mountain spring water, and if you are hungry, you will hunt wild game. It's not a hard day.

But what about after leaving the mountains and forests? Penniless, do I have to go all the way home?

After wandering around the forest for about ten days, he finally saw a small village under the mountain. I couldn't help the excitement in my heart, and my steps were faster. The morning sun shines on people warmly, with hope.

Where there are people, there is money to be made. When I was about to get to the entrance of the village, I gave myself a little squeeze. At the very least, you can't lose points on this image.

Strange to say, this village is really different from other villages I've seen. The village is home to a single-family villa, and a concrete road winds its way out of the village.

There is also a small square in the middle of the village, in which there are some fitness equipment scattered around. There were a few children about six or seven years old who were having fun.

I walked over, then crouched down, smiled at the corners of my lips that I thought was kind, and asked softly, "What are you playing, little friend?" ”

A few of the children stopped playing and looked at me. A little boy with a big round head came up to me and said, "Uncle, are you here for a hike?" ”

Uncle? Am I that old?

What else is hiking?

I nodded, pinched the child's fleshy face, and corrected, "My brother came from far away, passing by here, and wanted to make a fortune." ”

The little boy opened my hand, his face full of displeasure, and even his voice seemed to be a little rougher. sarcastically: "Fate? Isn't that just a cheat? ”

Don't look at this child's age, it hurts a lot to beat someone, and it is estimated that it is a broken palm.

It's just that the children in this village are too smart, they even understand Huayuan, and when a child saw through his thoughts, I smiled a little embarrassedly: "Then how can it be called cheating and cheating?" Monks are not called cheating, they are called turning into fate. That is the fate of the benefactor and the Buddha. ”

After speaking, I folded my hands and recited the sentence Amitabha. If I could see what I looked like, I guess I would have to admire my potential to be a god.

The child was stunned for a moment, put his fingers in his mouth, and thought for a long time as if he didn't understand, before he reluctantly said, "Oh, then you come with me." ”

The little boy greeted the other children and said, "I'll take my uncle home first." Let's play together tomorrow. ”

After speaking, he waved at me in a very stylish manner, "Come with me." ”

Looking at the posture, I had the illusion for a moment that this kid had an old fritter living in his body.

I foolishly followed the little boy to a small two-story building. In front of the house, there were a few vegetable patches, garlic, cabbage, etc.

The little boy shouted into the house, "Grandma, come out quickly, I have saved a man." ”

The voice was a little strange, it sounded like it was coming out of his throat, unlike the soft and soft voice of an ordinary six or seven-year-old child.

As soon as the voice fell, a pair of gray-haired old men came out, dressed plainly, anyway, I can't see the age of rural people for a while. Are you in your 60s? Or seventy? In addition to the furrow-like wrinkles on his face and the old spots of his dark skin, his eyes are surprisingly bright, and his back is not hunched.

"You melon baby...... "The old woman reached out and pinched the little boy's face, her tone was strange but full of doting.

Then he said to me: "Don't be surprised if the child is ignorant. Come, come, hurry up and sit in the house. I haven't eaten yet. Grandma gave you a note. ”

After saying that, he enthusiastically pulled me into the house. When the old woman entered the house, she went into the kitchen to work. Leave the little boy to greet me.

The little boy was not afraid of the living, so he walked to the sofa and turned on the TV to watch cartoons. There were snacks and fruit on the table.

"Uncle, do you eat potato chips?" The little boy asked, handing me the bag.

I shook my hand and said, "No." Thank you. I don't know what your little guy's name is? ”

The little boy stared at the TV screen and said, "Everyone calls me Ah Yong." Daimyo He Yong. ”

"Ah Yong, why didn't you see your parents? Aren't they at home? I asked curiously. After all, when you come to someone to eat, you still have to say hello out of politeness.

Ah Yong's expression was stunned, his face sank, and he almost yelled at me: "I don't have ...... parents"

Then he ran upstairs with a puff of smoke. I was also taken aback, and the second monk was confused. Grandma He walked out with a bowl of steaming noodles, "Ignore him." Speaking of which, our Ayong is also pitiful. My son and daughter-in-law work outside the home all year round. Few returned, and it was no wonder that the children hated them. ”

"Try grandma's craftsmanship, it's not enough to have it in the pot." Grandma He said with a kind face. It's just that no matter how I look at it, it's a little awkward.

The consommé was sprinkled with minced garlic and fried with an egg. I quickly thanked him and took a big gulp. I think it's the best noodle I've ever eaten since I grew up.

"Eat slowly, there's more in the pot." Grandma He reminded with a smile, and asked, "I see that you are not very old, how did you come to our village and come to travel?" ”

I casually made up an excuse that I had a falling out with my family, and I got lost after running away from home, and I ended up here.

"Grandma, what do you have in this noodle, why is it so fragrant?"

Grandma He's expression changed slightly, and then she smiled: "What's the matter, the things are all your own." ”

I ate two large bowls of noodles, but Grandma He was polite, "Well, if you don't have a place to go, you can stay at home." Anyway, there is no one else in the family except me, the old woman and Ah Yong. Many people were also lively. Ah Yong won't feel so lonely anymore. ”

I hurriedly said, "Grandma, you can call me Fengzi." That's what my dad called me. ”

Grandma He nodded and shouted upstairs, her voice was quite loud and penetrating, "Ah Yong, Ah Yong, take my brother to the village, do you hear?" ”

Ah Yong ran down, took my hand and walked out. Inexplicably, I chuckled in my heart, what came from my hands was not the touch of a six or seven-year-old child's soft little hands, Ah Yong's hands were calloused!

How can a six- or seven-year-old have calluses on his hands?