Wang San stretched his waist, dragged his tired body to the table, picked up a steamed bun and nibbled on it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After recovering the sense of taste, even ordinary steamed buns looked particularly delicious to eat, and after a while, I ate the breakfast that was served.

"Why didn't you find steamed buns so delicious before?" he smacked his lips, looking unsatisfied.

I saw that it was not too early, so I went out and came to Qingyise.

The door was open, he was eating, Wang San walked in directly, looked around, found no wine, doubted, and asked in a low voice, "What about those wines?"

Instead of answering immediately, he closed the door first, pointed under the bed, and said, "Where." ”

When Wang San heard this, he immediately squatted down and took out a jar of wine, looked up and down, and found that the red paper with the word wine originally written on the jar had disappeared, nodded with satisfaction, and asked, "All the same, have you eaten well?"

"Eaten. Little three, these wines ......"

Wang San interrupted all his words, raised the wine jar in his hand, and said, "From now on, they are no longer wine, but ...... Sesame oil!"

"Sesame oil?" all of them were confused, and looked at Wang San suspiciously.

Wang San smiled, didn't explain, and said, "All the same, last night you pushed wine, no, it was the wheelbarrow that pushed sesame oil back?"

As soon as he mentioned the wheelbarrow, he immediately understood and said, "In the yard, you wait...... I'm going to push it over. ”

After a while, all the wheelbarrows were pushed over, Wang San picked up two jars of wine and put them on the pin, and beckoned all the wine to help, and after all the wine was put away, Wang San pushed the wheelbarrow in the direction of the granary.

Along the way, it naturally attracted people's attention, but because of Wang San's identity, people just looked at it and did not come forward to ask.

Pushing the wheelbarrow for a while, he understood Wang San's intentions and asked, "Little San, is this really okay?"

"Absolutely!" replied Wang San confidently.

When Wang San and Jun came to the granary, Zhang Yuanwai and Fu Bo had already come to the outside of the granary, as well as the hateful general.

As soon as it saw Wang San appear, it immediately roared, fortunately it was tied by a rope at this time, otherwise it would definitely rush over, as the so-called thief has a weak heart, Wang San was taken aback, and said in his heart: "This guy really holds a grudge." ”

The general's roar made Zhang Yuanwai find Wang San, and he shouted, "General, don't be rude." The general stopped roaring,

Then Zhang Yuanwai walked over to Wang San and said, "Master, the food is ready." Suddenly, he saw the jar pushed by Wang San, and said strangely: "Master, what is this?"

Wang San smiled slightly and said, "Outside, these are sesame oils, which were obtained by the poor monks yesterday afternoon. ”

"It turns out that yesterday the master went out to turn his fate, why should the master be like this, you need sesame oil, just ask the old man for it. Zhang Yuanwai said suddenly.

"Amitabha. Wang San slapped the Buddha and said: "Zhang Yuanwai is generous, and the poor monks are grateful, but the poor monks are also a member of the temple, and they should do their part." ”

As he spoke, he looked at the grain carts, there were five in total, and he suddenly felt strange, and said, "How can there be such food, isn't there still someone who needs it?"

Zhang Yuanwai laughed and said, "Master, the old man knows that you don't want silver, so he prepared more food, which is donated by the old man to Wulong Temple." ”

At this moment, Wang San's heart was dripping blood, and these extra grains should have belonged to him!

After being silent for a while, Wang Sanji said reluctantly: "The poor monk has thanked the senior brother of the abbot. ”