But Jing Yan didn't ask, but kept it deep in her heart. Thinking of the videos and rumors I saw yesterday, I looked at Fang Zheng with more respect and curiosity, what kind of monk is this? Is he really a living Buddha
At this time, Fang Zheng spoke: "Amitabha, if the donor really wants to help the poor monk, help him arrange the things. This is no small project."
The man looked at the few things in the box and smiled immediately. Is this considered a big project? Are you kidding! But he happily stepped forward to help.
Seeing this, the villagers were also tempted. Do they have something to get from work? This is good!
So everyone looked at Fang Zheng with hopeful eyes. Fang Zheng lived up to expectations and said to everyone: "The poor monk still has some boxes in the car. Is anyone willing to help?"
"Me me me me!"
"I come!"
"I am strong!"
…
"Brother, I'll help you carry the box. Can you give me a pencil case? I want the pink one..." The little girl who Jing Yan wanted to give something to her just now came to Fang Zheng and asked cautiously.
Fang Zheng looked at the villagers swarming in front of him, including children. Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said, "Donors, don't be anxious, as long as you help, you will be rewarded."
As soon as he finished speaking, the villagers swarmed forward, and several of them with long bodies and long hands moved all the things down.
This time there was no need for Fang Zheng to take action. Jing Yan had already prepared it and immediately took out the clothes and handed them out as reward. The villagers who received the reward immediately burst into laughter. I'm a little disappointed if I can't help...
Especially the little girl next to Fang Zheng, who blinked with big eyes. Because she was short and had no strength, she couldn't help. Tears of grievance almost fell. She stretched her neck and looked at the car, trying to find something else. Come... Unfortunately, the car is empty...
Seeing this, Jing Yan couldn't bear it anymore, just when she was thinking of a way.
Fang Zheng suddenly knelt down and said to the little girl: "Little donor, there is another one for the poor monk. Can you help the poor monk get it?"
As if by magic, Fang had a small paper bag in his hand.
Jing Yan was stunned, paper bag? Is this okay
The little girl was very innocent. She immediately ran over happily and carefully placed the paper package on the box. Then she was afraid that the wind would blow the paper package away, so she chose a prime spot in the middle of the box and placed the paper package. Put it in. Then he ran back with satisfaction.
Fang Zheng took out the pink pencil case and handed it to her, smiling: "Thank you little donor, you deserve this. As long as you work hard, there is nothing you can't get."
The little girl nodded in understanding, hugged the pink pencil case, and ran away happily.
When the villagers heard this, they showed thoughtful expressions, and Fang Zheng's words kept echoing in their hearts: "As long as you are willing to work hard, there is nothing you can't get!" Thinking about their own lives, some people suddenly revealed He looked ashamed.
"What do you have in the paper bag? So mysterious?" Jing Yan asked quietly.
Fang Zheng chuckled and said, "There's nothing, just a paper bag."
Jing Yan: “@#￥#@…”
"How to divide these things of yours, even the poor monk doesn't know. It's up to the donor to do the rest." Fang Zheng said.
Jing Yan nodded and said, "Master Fangzheng, I understand what you mean. Don't worry, I won't give them anything they ask for. I will give them enough respect."
When Fang Zheng heard this, he put his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."
Jing Yan smiled, walked over, and began to ask people to help unpack and place the items. The latter would ask for help and call other people over, etc... In short, Jing Yan always had a lot of work that she could ask people to help with, and then she would Give the other person what they need.
Seeing this, Fang Zheng nodded slightly and thought to himself: "Sure enough, this kind of work still needs professionals to do it."
Just when Fang Zheng and Jing Yan were busy, a black van drove up from a distance. The van entered the village and stopped immediately. The car door opened, and five yellow men got out, wearing black short-sleeved shirts with the words "Da Niu Live Love and Charity Donation" printed on their clothes. Among the five people, four are tall and strong, and one is not that tall, but his appearance is not that of a good person.
Fang Zheng frowned and pointed to the Zen master who once said that appearance comes from the heart. Evil people may not have the face of an evil person, but they will definitely have the sign that I am an evil person on their face! For example, the eyes, the temperament exuded, and various other micro-expressions... Unless you are a master of disguise, it is difficult to completely hide your heart. What's more, these five people in front of them have no intention of hiding at all. The flesh on their faces has almost grown into strips. It is estimated that with a few more people, the flesh can circle the earth several times...
"Can such a person do charity? Is it true?" Fang Zheng couldn't help but mutter in his heart.
Jing Yan also saw these people, immediately stopped, walked over, and whispered: "Master Fangzheng, this is the purpose of my visit today. I thought it was a rumor, but it seems to be true..."
"What's true?" Fang Zheng was a little confused. Thinking of what Jing Yan said before, Fang Zheng understood a little bit. Jing Yan didn't do charity specifically, but had another purpose!
"Come on, come on, everyone, come here, those with poor living conditions, come here, get paid, get paid." The short man took out a wad of money and shouted loudly.
Another tall man took out his mobile phone and recorded the whole process. While recording, he said: "Hello friends, we are the family of the Daniu Charity Group. Today we came to Dongliang Village, the poorest impoverished village in the province. Nowadays, everyone’s life is better, but we must not forget that there are still compatriots who are suffering. Therefore, a few of our brothers established the Danniu Love Charity Group, with the purpose of spreading love to the world! We don’t have such a lofty slogan, nor are we friendly If we cooperate with any charity organization, we are just us! All we have to do is simple and rough, give out money! Friends who like us, like us, smash eggs, thank you! If you also want to join us, you don’t have to come in person, you can give us a penny , we will donate just one penny! We will only leave a small amount of activity funds, live broadcast, and donate as much as you want as a reward!"
After saying that, the man raised his phone high and scanned around it. Villagers in ragged clothes and skinny children were recorded, and the live broadcast room suddenly boiled.
"This is too pitiful."
"It's sad to see those kids."
"Before I became a parent, I didn't think much of it. After becoming a parent, I really can't stand this. I'll reward the rocket!"
"It's so uncomfortable. I can't figure it out. If the village is so poor, why don't we go to the city to work? If we work casually, we won't be so poor, right?"
(End of chapter)