On the desert, a classic car was speeding at a speed of one hundred and twenty yards per hour, soaring from the sand dunes from time to time, and from time to time rushing straight up the steep sand slope.

"Slow down, slow down, motion sickness...... ...... vomit"

"Slow down......"

"Slow down...... ...... vomit"

……

In the sound of Fangzheng chanting all the way, the classic car finally drove to Fangtang Village at noon.

I saw an oasis lake sandwiched between two huge sand mountains, and Fangtang Village was built around the lake. The whole village is built in the style of the earthy yellow wall, with a flat-roofed compound. On the dirt road, a group of children and a group of dogs were fighting, and the two groups of children were inseparable, and the two groups of dogs were also scolding.

The adults squatted in the shade of the old willow tree, watching the children play, some cheering and some coaxing, like the group of dogs on the side.

"Abbot, are you throwing up? It's okay to vomit, we can go down. The classic car asked.

Fang Zheng glanced at him, waved his hand and said, "Don't drive fast, don't jump, don't rush, steady, understand?" ”

Old Lane: "No problem. ”

Fang Zheng got into the car at this time.

The classic car was very obedient, just like the real classic car, slowly drove down the sand dunes, and drove along the loess road into Fangtang Village.

The villagers of Fangtang Village saw a white-clothed monk driving an old broken car into the village, and they immediately looked sideways.

Some people who have nothing to do are even lying on the wall to watch the excitement.

For a moment, Fang Zheng seemed to be a monkey in the zoo, which was particularly eye-catching.

However, Fang Zheng was not angry, and nodded slightly when he saw people, and then he heard people talking quietly......

"Is that a monk?"

"No, nun. How can a monk be so white. ”

"It can't be a nun, you see his chest is very flat."

"Nuns can also be flat-chested."

"Makes sense."

Fang Zheng rushed by 100,000 Cao Nyima in his heart, rolled his eyes, and read: "This Amitabha is a Buddha!" ”

Finding the only kiosk in the village, Fang Zheng jumped out of the car and pushed the door in.

A dark-skinned old woman sat inside, and she was also stunned when she saw Fang Zheng, and only smiled back after a while: "Uh...... You're not from our village, are you? ”

Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, the poor monk lives in the Yizhi Temple one hundred and fifty kilometers to the east, not from this village. ”

When the old woman heard this, she rolled her eyes directly, and said very happily: "Fake monk, right?" If you open your mouth and lie, what about deceiving ghosts? ”

Fang Zheng was speechless for a while: "Donor, what the poor monk said is true." ”

"What's really fake? Not to mention 150 kilometers in the east, it is 300 kilometers, and it is all yellow sand! We've lived here for generations, and we've never seen anyone live there. A bareback man walked in and shouted.

Of course, Fang Zheng returned to what the other party said was true, in that kind of environment, it would be really hellish if someone could survive.

However, Fang Zheng couldn't lie, so he could only reply: "The poor monk is indeed from over there, and he only moved there a few days ago. The small temple is not big, and there are two entrances before and after. If the donor doesn't believe it, he will have a chance to go and see it. ”

The man pouted and said, "The fool only went into that hellish place." ”

Fang Zheng was speechless for a while.

The old woman saw that the man was too much, and said, "Xu San, take care of your mouth, don't go around all day." Didn't they say it? I only moved in the past few days, what if it's true? If you don't believe, go and see, and if you do, shut up. Don't get in the way of my business. ”

Although Xu San had a very loud voice and a big temper, he was still a little cowardly in the face of the old woman, and shrunk his neck like a grandson and said with a smile: "Look at what you said, I'm not afraid that you will be deceived, so I came in and took a look." ”

After speaking, Xu San stood on the side with his arms in his arms, waiting for a pair of bull's eyes to look at Fang Zheng with a look of me staring at you, you had better be honest.

When Granny Jing saw it, she directly picked up the feather duster, and Xu San hurriedly ran out.

Granny Jing scolded with a smile: "Go home and hug the baby, don't come out and wander around." ”

Xu San had no choice but to go out.

As soon as Xu San went out, he saw a thin man with sharp-beaked monkey cheeks like a monkey circling around the classic car.

"Mud monkey, what are you looking at?" Xu San asked.

The mud monkey looked back and smiled: "Third brother, don't I look at this car." Good guys, classic cars, I've only seen them on TV, although it's a little old, but it's good-looking, it's really good-looking. Is this car yours? ”

Xu San rolled his eyes and said, "Do you think I look like a car?" This car was driven by a small monk from outside. ”

"Little monk? We don't have a temple nearby. The mud monkey was puzzled.

Xu San said: "That's why you said it was foreign." ”

The mud monkey sighed and asked, "Then what is he doing here?" ”

Xu San said: "What else can you do when you buy something." ”

When the mud monkey heard this, his eyes lit up, and he thanked him and walked to the commissary, and his eyes were like a fox smelling chicken feathers, and he was happy to see the hunt.

Xu San said: "You kid won't hold back any bad ideas, right?" ”

The mud monkey waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about this, if the fat sheep passing by doesn't take a handful of wool down, am I still a mud monkey?" ”

……

At the same time, in the commissary.

drove Xu San away, and Granny Jing greeted Fang Zheng: "Little Master, what are you buying?" ”

Fang Zheng said: "Buy some oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, is there any firewood sold nearby?" ”

Granny Jing took the bag and filled Fang Zheng with ten bags of salt, two barrels of blended oil, and some condiments such as MSG, Sichuan pepper, and ingredients, which were two big bags: "Little monk, you have also seen that there are so many trees in Fangtang Village, and everyone still points to these trees to work, so there is no firewood." Besides, what age is it, and who still burns those? Everybody uses gas canisters. If you insist on burning something, you have to buy coal. If you are sure that you want, I can help you contact and deliver it to your door. ”

When Fang Zheng heard that the delivery came to the door, he suddenly came to his senses and asked, "Donor, how much is a ton of coal now?" ”

Granny Jing said: "This year's coal has risen, the better coal is 500 yuan a ton, and the almost one is 400 yuan, how much do you want?" ”

When Fang Zheng heard this, he suddenly saw sweat in his head, he originally thought that he had 500 yuan in his hand, and when he was in the Northeast, 500 yuan could buy a lot of coal, but he forgot that this is not the Northeast, and the prices are different.

Now when he heard the price, he smiled bitterly and asked, "Uh, is it sold for half a ton?" ”

Granny Jing said with a smile: "Half a ton? This...... I didn't buy it that way. And the amount of small people in the city is not delivered. ”

At this moment, the door opened, and a thin, dark-skinned man with an old green hat came in: "I'll sell half a ton!" ”