This memory flashed through my mind, and a smile appeared on the corner of Fang Zheng's mouth. He looked into the distance and said loudly: "The poor monk consecrated you from the distance. The Dharma has arrived, Amitabha! Donor, be at ease. open it!"
If someone else said that, Yang Ping would definitely kick him, spit out a mouthful of phlegm, and curse him: "You damn liar!"
But who is Fangzheng? The children of the Yang Hua family came up to the mountain to beg for help! The miracle child who was called a miracle by the hospital! Others don't believe it, but for Fang Zheng, Yang Ping is believed by one hundred and twenty people! He laughed on the spot: "Thank you, Abbot Fangzheng, for the consecration!"
At this time, Yang Hua stuck his head out, grabbed the loudspeaker, and shouted: "Abbot Fangzheng, look at you holding a sickle, what are you doing? Harvesting rice?"
Fang Zheng shouted at the top of his voice: "Yes!"
"Abbot Fangzheng, let's compete! Let's see who is faster, you or our machine! We big guys are so fierce!" Yang Hua shouted.
Fang Zheng glanced at Lone Wolf. He had no skills and was just running errands. Monkey can be regarded as a fighting force, and Red Boy would be too scary if he used all his firepower... Plus, as a skilled worker, it seems that he may not lose! But then I thought about it, Red Boy must not be able to use magic, otherwise it would be difficult to explain. You have to restrain yourself... Besides, it's not very good for monks to compete with each other.
Hearing Yang Hua's shout, Zhou Zishan and others who were working stood up one after another. They looked at the big machine in the distance, their eyes seemed to be on fire, and they were full of fighting spirit. Unfortunately, there are only five of them, how can they beat the machine? Suddenly, his eyes dimmed again...
Seeing this, Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows and laughed loudly: "Okay! Then let's compete! Whoever harvests more wheat at night will treat us to dinner!"
"No problem! Haha... Abbot Fangzheng, you've ordered this meal! I won't bully you, let you take it for an hour first!" Yang Hua patted the direction and said happily. He has full confidence in his big machine.
Song Ergou, Sun Qiancheng, Tan Juguo and others did not stop them. The autumn harvest was originally a big happy event. New machines were added to the village, which made them even happier. Everyone was having fun, it was harmless, and everyone wanted to watch it. lively.
"Hey, Yang Hua is very domineering. He still gave up one hour. These Mai Kes are really working hard. They can probably finish one or two acres of rice in one hour." Song Ergou said with a smile.
"Ordinary people can only harvest one acre of land in one day. Even if they are good at harvesting in this muddy river, two or three acres of land is already the limit? But our machine can harvest hundreds of acres in one day! Don't even give them an hour. , give them a day, they will lose!" At this moment, an arrogant voice sounded.
Song Ergou and others were originally just teasing, joking, and joining in the fun. But although what this man said was correct, why was his tone so condescending? Isn't this a bit much? Mai Ke also makes money based on his skills, so there is no need to look down on others like this, right
Turning around, sure enough, two strangers were standing in the crowd at some point.
One of these two people is slightly fat, has eyes, and looks a bit formal. However, when he looks at the villagers with his head slightly raised, he seems to be looking at the arrogance of an inferior person. There was a shrewd-looking man standing next to him, and the one who spoke was the fat man.
Seeing that everyone was looking over, the slightly fat man became even more proud and continued: "Everyone, I think this game is completely meaningless. It is a foregone conclusion that the machine will win. But what's the point of winning? What can a monk treat you to? , do you want to treat you to vegetarian food? The vegetarian food in the temple does not contain five kinds of meat, there is no meat, and even oil is not allowed to be added. That kind of thing, tsk tsk... By the way, when will you start work? We are still waiting. "
Everyone looked at this creature who had somehow managed to sneak in in astonishment, with dissatisfaction in their eyes. Who is this? !
"Manager Sun, you haven't left yet?" Tan Juguo looked at the fat man and the shrewd man in front of him in surprise. Although others didn't know them, he still knew these two people.
The fat man called Sun Youqian, a name he later changed in order to be rich, rich, and even richer! He operates combine harvesters, but he is not the boss of the combine harvester factory, but the sales manager. The smart man next to him is Jiang Chaowei, a sales consultant at a combine harvester factory. These two people came down with the combine harvester this time. In order to ensure that its combine harvester can be delivered to customers in good condition, Jiangyong Combine Harvester Factory usually sends a sales consultant to follow the combine harvester home to see that the combine harvester is working properly. Go back to work once.
However, this time, Sun Youqian had nothing to do. Hearing that the village was buying a combine harvester, he followed Zuo Youqian. He also wanted to see what the prosperous Yizhi Village was like. Moreover, I heard that Yizhi Village has the best cold bamboo, which is hard to find. He guessed that he was also the sales manager of a combine harvester manufacturer. If he came here, he would be well entertained and give him a cold bamboo to appetize him, right? Moreover, when he came, he posted on WeChat that he was coming to Yizhi Village to eat the best cold bamboo. Many people asked him to take photos, and even asked him to take it back for everyone to try.
Sun Youqian boasted that he would go all out, but he never expected that no one in Yizhi Village would take him seriously because he was so unscrupulous! Instead, they circled around the combine harvester one by one, and then started arguing with a monk! What's going on? He is a great manager, but he is not as good as a little monk? A sense of humiliation of being ignored arose in his heart, and he felt a sense of grievance and unwillingness. The eyes he looked at Fang Zheng were filled with anger.
Sun Youqian was puzzled. Don't these villagers understand that as long as he is happy, the big manager can help them give them a discount and save a lot of money at any time
Instead of being the usual buyer, Sun Youqian should not be hanging out on the road, basking in the sun and blowing the autumn breeze. Instead, he should be sitting at the wine table, drinking good wine, eating local specialties, and bragging about his skills. Comparing the two, Sun Youqian has even greater opinions on Yizhi Village! He decided that with this machine, he would take advantage of the villagers from other angles! After all, this kind of machine only costs the money to buy the machine, but there are many other miscellaneous expenses, some of which are dispensable. But he believes that with his mouth, these ignorant old haters can What should be spent should be spent, and what should not be spent must be spent!
Having made up his mind, Sun Youqian squinted his eyes, feeling extremely proud, as if the group of villagers in front of him were lambs about to be slaughtered.
Sun Youqian grinned and said, "Secretary Tan, I'm just kidding. The machine has just been put down. If I don't make sure everything is running normally, I can't leave."
(End of chapter)