The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Wang Yougui glared at Song Ergou, and Song Ergou quickly shut up and moved the wood quietly.

When he heard the words of the woman, Fang Zheng's old face was also slightly red, but he could also hear that the woman said this more to express the importance of the other side. Of course, he was also a little curious. If he was vulgar, would the girl really want to follow him?

The lone wolf who came down with Founder whispered, "Master, go ahead, get married, and you will get rich ..."

Fang Zheng secretly kicked his dog's ass, and whispered, "Marry? What do you marry? To marry an ordinary girl, you have to have a house and a car. This girl ... probably has to buy an island and an aircraft carrier Right ... "

The dulf wolf resolutely said, "So what a waste of money, what else do you say? Master, let's go home."

Founder: "..."

"If the master really deserves the little girl, the little girl doesn't want a penny, and she will post one billion fortunes!" As a result, the sole wolf raised his feet, and he heard the woman behind him say so.

The lone wolf decisively lowered his paw, shook his big tail, and whispered, "Master, go all the way, don't give it away."

Fang Zheng raised his leg and kicked him. He kicked this stupid dog more than one meter away. He had never seen such an **** disciple, turned around and sold the master!

Founder clasped his hands together: "The donor joked. How can a poor monk talk about marriage? It is the donor, why?"

Founder didn't want to slap on this useless thing, no matter how much, what about the sky-high price? It was as if he could persuade the system and make him vulgar.

So Founder switched decisively.

The woman pouted and smiled: "Introduce yourself, my name is Ruan Yingzhu, and Ruan Wuhong is my father."

When Founder heard it, he was relieved and said, "It really is."

It's good to know the basics. Founder is really afraid of a fan girl holding her thigh and not letting go. That's really troublesome.

Founder Road: "It turned out to be the donor of Ruan. I also ask the donor to say hello to Lingzun on behalf of the poor monk."

Ruan Yingzhu laughed: "My father has been busy recently. I don't have time to come and see the master. Please don't blame the master."

Founder shook his head and said, "Why do n’t you see a monk, a poor monk?"

At this time, Wang Yougui stepped forward and said, "Two people, since you know each other, don't be polite. Go away, sit in the room, and talk about something slowly."

As soon as Founder saw Wang Yougui coming, he knew that this guy was doing something else, but Founder did not nod, nodded, and took Ruan Yingzhu to the village committee to sit.

Everyone was seated, and Wang Yougui poured tea.

After taking a sip, Ruan Yingzhu said in surprise: "This tea ... has a unique taste, a fresh taste, and a soothing throat, but it is also refreshing."

Wang Yougui said with a grin: "This is our unique Hanzhu tea on the mountain. You drink this is Hanzhan pointed tea. It is the young leaves that came out of Hanzhu when it was growing. It is made by frying. It is called Hanzhu tea. It ’s the best of the little ones. "

Ruan Yingzhu praised: "I've heard the name of Han Zhu, I knew it was amazing, but I didn't expect it to be so amazing. This taste is really good. I don't know how the output is?"

Wang Yougui said: "There is not much to say about the output, but in a year, there should be a few thousand kilograms. If it is worse than this, it can produce tens of thousands of kilograms, and the tea made from cold bamboo and meat is even worse. Some, but the taste is good, there are more, there are still more than 100,000 pounds a year. But this destroys the ecology, so one tenth of the number I just said is our annual output, hehe ... "

Ruan Yingzhu nodded slightly: "This way, it's a little too little. But this tea is superb, it is a rare and precious thing, but it is a good business. By the way, you just said this is just a little superb? Real superb, what about it? "

Wang Yougui smiled bitterly: "The real best is only available in one-finger temple. It is estimated that it will not produce much in one year."

Wang Yougui looked to Founder.

Founder froze, how many? How can he know how much! He is a monk who eats and sleeps every day. When has he cared about this? Anyway, he doesn't have to eat and drink ...

But looking at the two, if he didn't say the number, he would probably have trouble.

So Founder said: "Probably, one or two pounds."

Wang Yougui and Ruan Yingzhu heard the words and exclaimed, "How much?"

Fang Zheng thought it was too little, so he thought about it and said, "Three catties."

Wang Yougui exclaimed: "So much?"

Ruan Yingzhu exclaimed: "So little?"

Then they looked at each other and saw the sorrow in each other's eyes ...

Founder was completely speechless. Is this more or less?

Ruan Yingzhu asked blankly, "How?"

Wang Yougui smiled bitterly: "It's more than I thought. If you ask this question, you don't know how precious the cold bamboo on the mountain is. I don't know how delicious the cold bamboo tea on the mountain ..."

Ruan Yingzhu looked at Wang Yougui's intoxicated face, and she was a little curious, but she was still unconvinced and said, "Isn't it better than Dahongpao?"

Wang Yougui said: "I haven't drunk Dahongpao, and the stuff produced only three or five pounds a year. The people above are gone for one minute, so I don't evaluate it. But the cold bamboo tea on the mountain is definitely the best in the best! I have to discuss something with you. You see, the young leaves of Hanzhu are so good. Can I pick some from time to time and study how to make the best tea? "

Founder smiled bitterly: "The poor monk knows nothing about stir-fried tea. Usually, he picks it up and drinks it in the water. Since the donor has the heart, just do it."

As soon as Wang Yougui heard it, he was overjoyed and said, "This is all right! Rest assured, I only use a little bit at a time, and I must figure out the best frying method suitable for cold bamboo tea! Haha ..."

Ruan Yingzhu looked at the two people in front of her, then looked at the tea in the bowl, and asked, "How big is the difference between the mountain and the mountain?"

Wang Yougui laughed: "It's the sky on the mountain. We're drinking it now, but it's nothing but ... it can't be compared."

Ruan Yingzhu became more curious at once, but she immediately resisted, but remembered her purpose, and the other side was right: "Master, this time I mainly come to hand over the wood with you. That is my father from you After leaving, let everyone search for the good wood from all over the world. My father said that only the temples made of these woods can match your identity. In addition, we have invited a large number of artisans to wait until after the spring, and the soil will be frozen Go up and start construction. "

The Founder folded his hands together: "Amitabha, after the donor returns, thank the Ruan for the poor monk."

Ruan Yingzhu laughed: "So, the master accepted it?"

Founder: "The poor monk has a thick skin."

Ruan Yingzhu immediately burst out with a smile: "The master really is not the same as everyone else, and is not contrived at all. It is indeed a crooked master. It is always different from others ..."