"Oh? How to save him?" Fang Zheng asked.
The system said in a tone that you are an idiot: "The reason why it takes so long to cook the porridge is because the materials used in the Wuyan Laba porridge are not from your world, and it is very troublesome to cook it with ordinary fire. But since you don't have to hide your magical power, , just ask Honghai'er to add some ingredients, and the speed of cooking porridge will naturally increase greatly! You still have most of the night, why don't you just change the pot of porridge and cook it again? "
When Fang Zheng heard this, he slapped his bald head, right? It was just a matter of exchanging a pot of porridge! It's a shame he's still thinking about this and that!
Thinking of this, Fang Zheng was suddenly startled, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes, he clasped his hands together, and said silently: "If one pot of porridge doesn't work, just change it to another pot. This is the case for everything in the world! Before, the poor monk thought too much. !”
At this moment, Fang Zheng completely thought about it. The magical power was like a new pot of porridge. He was still low-key, but there was no need to dodge. The world does not know that there is hell, so it is arrogant and fearless. Now that he has come, then hell and the paradise of paradise should reappear! He wants to set some rules for the evil people in this world... and replace the bad porridge in this world with a good one!
Fang Zheng asked Lone Wolf to inform Honghaier about the change of porridge, but he returned to the Zen room refreshed and fell asleep.
The people outside were already excited by Fang Zheng's commotion. They were sitting by the bonfire one by one, bragging, talking about mountains, and spitting stars flying all over the sky. It was as if it was not Fang Zheng who had just flown into the sky but them.
While everyone was chatting, someone suddenly said: "Hey, Master Jingxin is cooking!"
When everyone heard this, they immediately looked over subconsciously. Fangzheng Living Buddha can brag about his awesomeness for a lifetime, but eating Laba porridge may only happen once, so they are more concerned about the survival of Laba porridge.
As a result, I saw Hong Haier pouring the porridge from the big pot into a huge wooden bucket, and then pouring it into pot after pot...
When everyone was about to say something, suddenly their eyes lit up, and they breathed the air greedily!
"Hiss...it smells so good!" Song Ergou exclaimed, "This is even more fragrant than last year's!"
"Who just said that the boiling water in this pot comes from water? Damn it, if this is water, then what do I usually drink? Horse urine?"
"Why do I feel that what I usually drink is worse than horse urine?" Someone burst into tears.
Many people actually resonated with it...
At this moment, Song Ergou rushed forward first. He was a clever man. When he saw Red Boy pouring out the porridge, he immediately got into his thoughts and ran over to ask: "Master Jingxin, is our porridge cooked?" Okay? Look...can you give me a bowl?"
While speaking, Song Ergou had already handed over the washbasin in his hand.
When everyone saw this, they were stunned for a moment, and then they all cursed Song Er as a thief. At the same time, they stretched their necks and tensed their thighs. As long as Hong Boy nodded, they would rush over immediately! If you can't get first place, you can get second place! Worst case, you have to have some porridge!
Everyone knows that the nine big black pots look like a lot, but there are more people waiting here to drink porridge! Want some porridge? If you don’t show some desperate attitude, you may not be able to drink!
However…
"It's done, but the porridge is spoiled. Master asked the poor monk to take the pot of porridge and cook it again," said Hong Hai'er.
When everyone heard this, they immediately became anxious! Such fragrant porridge is said to be cooked bad? Do you want to cook it again? This monk is too wasteful!
"Master Jingxin, I have traveled all over the country for so many years, and I have never smelled such fragrant porridge. It is so delicious, and you still say it was cooked badly. You are just not giving the cooks a chance to survive." A tourist shouted .
"That's right, Master Jingxin, I just learned to be a cook. I'm not bragging, I'm a top-notch chef at the best Songwu Restaurant in Songwu County. I thought I could be considered a figure in Songwu County, but today I saw The porridge you cooked, I suddenly felt that what I cooked was bullshit... I know that the monks in you Yizhi Temple all like to be modest, and our Chinese virtue is also modest, but when you are humble, can you give your colleagues a way to survive?" The man with a big face and thick neck complained bitterly.
But after hearing his complaint, everyone didn't know why, but they always found it particularly funny.
"Master Jingxin, are you kidding? Such a fragrant porridge, can you call it bad? If you dislike it, why not give it to me." Song Ergou didn't believe it at all. The Laba porridge he ate last year had almost the same taste, even if it's this year's Almost, that is also top-notch food! You don’t have too much of this stuff, if you keep it at home, it will be the treasure of your store! Are you still worried that your farmhouse will have no business in the future
The others were not fools, and immediately followed: "That's right, Master Jingxin, I think this porridge is quite good, or you can give it to us."
Hong Hai'er looked at everyone with a look like, "Your porridge is obviously cooked, but you won't let us eat it, and you lied to us that it was cooked bad." She suddenly felt infinitely aggrieved. For the first time, he experienced Fangzheng's feeling of not being believed when he told the truth. This was truly a blessing!
But everyone is right. Since the porridge is cooked to waste, it doesn’t seem to be a big deal to give some to others...
So Hong Hai'er said: "You guys wait a minute. The poor monk will ask his tutor. If the tutor agrees, then he will give it to everyone."
Everyone nodded, and then looked expectantly at Hong Boy who turned to leave.
"Master, this is the situation, you see..." Honghai'er asked.
Fang Zheng thought for a while and said: "We can't eat these Laba porridge if we keep them. It's not a problem to share some with them. But the quantity of these porridges is limited. After all, we can't make bad porridge endlessly, right? Besides, it's coming There are so many people, and so many people come with basins, I'm afraid there won't be enough... "
Honghai'er said: "Yes, that's why I didn't dare to agree. Master, you have many ideas, what do you think we should do?"
Fang Zheng touched his chin and said with a smile: "Don't they think we are lying? Then tell them that those who receive these porridge will not be able to receive tomorrow's porridge. Choose one of the two, not multiple choices!"
When Hong Hai'er heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up and he nodded quickly: "Just do it!"
So the red boy ran away in a hurry.
At the same time, at the foot of the mountain, Yi Zhi Village.
"Police, police! Over here! Police uncle, help! I'm freezing to death! Is anyone there?" Fang Kui shouted at two passing police cars.
The police stopped slowly, and a female police officer jumped out of the car first. Then she looked at Fang Kui with a strange expression and asked, "What are you doing? Tie yourself up? And call the police yourself? You're in this winter, Are you kidding us? Let me tell you, filing a false police report is against the law!"
(End of chapter)