Thinking of this, Fang Zheng got out of the car. The villagers who were about to make a move were still a little wary of Jing Yan, but suddenly they saw Fang Zheng dressed in monk robes, with a smooth head that was more reflective than snow, and his eyes lit up a lot. Someone came forward immediately...
Seeing this, Jing Yan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You're welcome. Take whatever you need, but one person can't take too much. I mainly have stationery here, and some clothes. Come here, little one, I'll give this to you."
While Jing Yan was speaking, she had already taken a file box and was about to hand it to a little girl who came over again out of curiosity. The little girl's clothes were a little shabby, her face was a little dirty, her big black eyes were full of desire, but she didn't dare to step forward.
Jing Yan frowned and said, "I'm not a liar, take it, it's for you."
Fang Zheng looked at Jing Yan, then at the little girl, and frowned. He took a step forward, grabbed the pencil case, and put the pencil case back in the trunk under Jing Yan's surprised gaze.
The little girl was so frightened that she immediately took a few steps back. The other villagers also frowned, with a look of caution in their eyes again.
Jing Yan said in confusion: "Master Fangzheng, what are you doing?"
Fang Zheng asked with a bit of dissatisfaction: "What are you doing?"
"I... What's wrong with me? Can't I show my love?" Jing Yan had a fiery temper, and when Fang Zheng asked this, she immediately became angry. She came all the way to show her love and give her a pencil case, and she still got yelled at? What kind of world is this? She wanted to see what this monk was going to do!
Fang Zheng also found that his tone was a bit harsh. He clasped his hands together and pronounced a Buddha's name: "Amitabha, female donor, you are not doing this to show love. You are doing this to let them be buried in the abyss of love forever. This is not love, this is It’s a sin.”
"You... what do you mean?! I have good intentions and brought things all the way, and you think I'm guilty? Fang Zheng, if you don't explain it clearly to me today, just walk back to Yizhishan by yourself!" Jing Yan Fei Ye Almost furious.
When Fang Zheng heard this, he was not angry, but smiled slightly and said, "Donor, how about these things being handled by a poor monk?"
"What? It's a sin for me to do it, but it's not a crime for you to do it?" Jing Yan choked in displeasure.
Fang Zheng smiled and said nothing. There were some things that were inconvenient to say, at least not here, in front of the villagers and children. So he chose to be silent and looked at Jing Yan quietly. He believed that Jing Yan was not bad at heart, otherwise she would not have helped him at the last moment, nor would she have sent things to the people in the mountainous area today.
Jing Yan, who felt uncomfortable under Fang Zheng's bright and sunny gaze, rolled her eyes and said, "Okay, you handle it! But if you don't handle it well, hum... just walk back by yourself! My aunt will do what she says!" "
Fang Zheng smiled, went to the trunk of the car, and looked at the things inside. Jing Yan drove an SUV. The back row was completely folded down, and there were four large boxes and four small boxes stuffed inside. The big box contains clothes, and the small box contains stationery.
Fang Zheng suddenly counted. He turned around, clasped his hands to the surrounding villagers, and saluted: "Dear donors, a poor monk has come from afar. The carriage and horses are tired and exhausted. There are some things in the carriage that need help to get them. Which donor is willing? Help the poor monk?"
Everyone saw what Fang Zheng did just now. He didn't let Jing Yan give their children anything, but now he asked them to help? Suddenly everyone frowned.
However, someone still came out. This was a short man with dark skin and a bad complexion, but he looked a bit strong. The man didn't say anything. He came to Fang Zheng and took down a small box just as he was about to take the second box.
Fang Zheng suddenly said: "Thank you donor, one box is enough, there is no need to take more."
The short man looked at Fang Zheng with an idiotic look on his face. He really couldn't understand why such a light box needed help? How valuable is this monk? He rolled his eyes and was ready to leave.
Jing Yan couldn't understand either. She had seen Fang Zheng's fighting prowess before. He couldn't even lift a box? Is it possible? She carried this box into the car piece by piece. She knew how heavy it was.
Just when everyone looked confused, Fang Zheng stopped the man who was about to leave: "Donor, please stay."
The man looked back at Fang Zheng suspiciously and said nothing.
Fang Zheng smiled slightly, took out a down jacket from the box in the car, and said with a smile: "Amitabha, thank you for your help. The poor monk is very poor and has no money as payment, so I will give this coat to the donor as payment."
The man was stunned. He looked at Fang Zheng in astonishment, then at his clothes, and then at Fang Zheng. After several times in a row, the corners of his mouth suddenly twitched on his stiff face, and his cold eyes gained a bit of sparkle. Still smiling a bit, he took the clothes and said with a smile: "Master, do you still need help? I am quite strong."
Jing Yan was dumbfounded when she saw this. She was not a fool. As a reporter, she still had good eyesight. Although she has never been to Dongliang Village, she has been to similar villages. Moreover, Dongliang Village is a major poverty alleviation company, and there must be many people coming here to send love. These villagers should not be so indifferent. Could it really be that thing like the rumors happened? If this is the case, it is simply unconscionable and should be shot!
Seeing the villagers who were extremely indifferent to her smile when facing Fang Zheng, Jing Yan felt a little uncomfortable: "Everything belongs to me! I finally understand what it means to borrow flowers to offer to Buddha..."
She was complaining in her heart, but deep down she was still happy. What she didn't understand was that Fang Zheng only gave away a piece of clothing, but she actually saw shock in the villagers' eyes, and then excitement, indescribable excitement! At the same time, the opponent's waist straightened a lot, and his whole spirit was different. It was as if he had suddenly changed from a beggar that everyone looked down at to a laborer who made money based on his skills and supported his family. He took things as a matter of course...
"This is...respect..." Jing Yan suddenly realized the answer! In ancient times, there was food that came after a meal, but what was the difference between her previous method and the food that came after a meal? Looking at Fangzheng again, he is not here to give charity, but to let everyone exchange labor for goods. Although the work done is trivial and the reward is not worth mentioning, this may be the first time that everyone in Dongliang Village is equal since the donation. Work in exchange for reward! What I got for the first time was not sympathy, but dignity!
When Jing Yan looked at Fang Zheng again, the dissatisfaction in her eyes had long since disappeared, leaving only admiration. She really couldn't figure it out. Fang Zheng was obviously young and had dropped out of school. There were no books on the mountain for him to read. If there were, it would probably be only one or two volumes of scripture. How did he realize this in such an environment
(End of chapter)