"It's good that the people are here, the money can't escape." Bai Wenshui smiled.
Ghost Head also smiled.
"Let's go, go to the shore and wait!" Bai Wenshui said.
Guitou turned around and signaled to another fishing boat. The two fishing boats docked one after another, but they did not actually dock, but kept a certain distance.
At the same time, Fang Zheng approached, looked at the two fishing boats above, and found a place nearby to land. As soon as he landed, the squirrel ran over: "Master, where did you just go?"
"Let's do what needs to be done." Fang Zheng said.
"Rescue people?" Squirrel knew Fang Zheng too well.
Fang Zheng nodded, and Squirrel immediately gave Fang Zheng a questioning look. Fang Zheng gave him an affirmative look. Squirrel immediately jumped up excitedly, did a few somersaults, and then sat happily on Fang Zheng's shoulders, smiling: " Master, I knew you were the best! Haha..."
Fang Zheng was also very pleased to see Squirrel being happy to successfully save people.
"Huh? Master, everyone has been saved, what are we going to do?" Squirrel asked in confusion.
"Watch a show!" Fang Zheng said calmly, but his expression was a bit solemn. Even though he was as cute as a squirrel, he could see the anger hidden in Fang Zheng's eyes! I couldn't help but mutter: "Master is angry, and the consequences will be serious! I just don't know who will be unlucky."
"Amitabha, donor, didn't you say someone fell into the water? Why didn't you see anyone?" Fang Zheng came to the side of the crowd who wanted to help but was helpless and asked.
The old man sighed: "It's too late, it's too late. The man was still tossing in the water before, and his head popped up. When someone who knew how to swim came, he had already sunk. This man is probably gone. Alas... Okay. Alone, hey..."
"Donor, the poor monk saw those two fishing boats on the river. Why didn't they go to rescue people?" Fang Zheng asked.
"Save people? It's good if they don't kill people!" Speaking of the fishing boat, boundless anger suddenly appeared on the old man's face!
"Huh? How do you say this?" Fang Zheng asked.
The old man snorted coldly: "These blood-sucking bastards are eager to..."
"Old Li!" At this moment, a person on the side pulled the old man, and he happened to see a few people walking over. Old Li seemed a little afraid.
Lao Li immediately shut up. After a while, Fang Zheng said in a low voice: "Master, you look very unfamiliar, are you not a local?"
Fang Zheng nodded and said: "No, the poor monk comes from the Northeast and travels around. I just happened to come here today and saw such a thing. Amitabha..."
"This is rare in other places, and it's not really news here. The Yangtze River spans half of China from west to east, and no one knows when someone will rush down from the upper reaches. Moreover, The water around here is sometimes slow and sometimes fast. When it is slow, there are always people who don't listen and go swimming in the water. Especially during holidays, winter and summer vacations... Hey, many people finish their lives here every year." Lao Li He let out a long sigh, highlighting the many helplessness in his heart.
Fang Zheng said: "There are so many people here. Could it be that someone fell into the water and no one saved him?"
"Save? Of course, save!" When Lao Li said this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said with great pride: "I'm not bragging, Lao Li. If you want to say that there are definitely many good people in this world, we are definitely many! In other places, It was news to go into the water to save people who fell into the water. But here, it is the norm! Almost every few days, someone goes into the water to save people. There are so many... so many that everyone is numb. At first, some people reported it, but then there were no reports. People have reported it and are used to it. As you just saw, several good young men went into the water to rescue people. Everyone on the shore was also idle and wanted to get a safety rope to help them... "
Although he said he was used to it, Lao Li couldn't suppress his proud and proud expression no matter what.
Fang Zheng felt much better after hearing this. Sure enough, there are still many good people in this world.
"Since there are so many good people, why doesn't this fishing boat save people?" Fang Zheng asked, expressing his doubts.
"Guess?" Lao Li seemed to want to say something, but those people came over again. Lao Li didn't say much, but patted Fang Zheng on the shoulder and said: "Master, there are some things. It's better not to ask. You ask too many questions." It’s no use, just get angry.”
After saying that, Lao Li shook his head and left.
Fang Zheng didn't give up and chased after him and asked, "The donor is leaving now? Don't you want to see the result?"
"Result? What result can there be? Are you waiting to see that heartbreaking pain? I am old and can't bear it anymore. I can't watch it anymore." After finishing speaking, Lao Li waved his hand and his body became a little stooped. As he walked, he said: "I think back then we were a city of heroes, but now the heroes are about to be dragged into the water. Hey... what kind of world is this..."
"Master, he clearly knows something, but he doesn't say it." Squirrel said unhappily.
Fang Zheng said: "Amitabha, everyone has his own difficulties and his own concerns. It's normal not to say it. However, it's okay not to say it. We can see for ourselves."
"Oh." The squirrel nodded in understanding.
At this time, Fang Zheng saw a short man walking over with a bag in his hand. The man glanced at Fang Zheng warily. Although the monk was a bit puzzled, he didn't think much about it. After walking around and making sure nothing happened, he returned to the river and sat down.
There were two people sitting next to him. In front of the man were two men in black clothes sitting on the ground. One had a crew cut and looked honest and honest; the other had pigtails and a mustache, like an artist. The man took out cigarettes and gave them to the other three people. The four of them sat by the river and smoked, waiting for something.
Fang Zheng walked over and saw this, so he also walked over.
"Amitabha, the donors, are there any temples nearby?" Fang Zheng came to a few people, put his hands together in greeting, and asked.
The short man glanced at Fang Zheng impatiently, waved his hand and said, "Monk, I don't have time to talk to you. I'm going to cool off somewhere."
Fang Zheng glanced at the fishing boat not far behind the four people. The net was still hanging there and had not been taken back into the boat. Judging from the expressions of several people, he seemed quite relaxed, but a little impatient.
Fang Zheng did not continue the conversation, but took Squirrel to one side to stay.
At this moment, there was a cry in the distance, and then someone was heard shouting: "Where are you? Where are you?"
Fang Zheng heard the sound and looked over, only to see a group of people running towards him. One of them, a woman, was so weak from crying that her legs were almost weak. She was almost carried over. As soon as she reached the edge of the reservoir, the woman collapsed on the ground and burst into tears: "Lin Zhixian, you bastard, I asked you not to go swimming, but you didn't listen... Wuwu... If you leave us two, what should we do? Wuwu... "
"Sister Hui, please stop crying and try to find a way to get someone." A young man supported the woman and whispered.
"Get... get... get people! We must get people!" Xie Hui suddenly came back to his senses and said tremblingly.
Hearing this, the four people who were sitting there immediately stood up and walked over. The short man shouted: "Are you looking for someone?"
(End of chapter)