Chapter 844

"Forget it, forget it... I'm alone. There are several people in their family, and life is hard, so let's help her. Besides, it's not like I won't pay it back... Well, she said, I will pay it back next month. "The cripple muttered.

However, a month passed quickly, and the lame horse waited for several days, but he didn't wait for Ma Jiangping's person, not even a phone call.

Although the lame horse didn't count on the 20,000 yuan to live, it was his hard-earned money after all. If it’s okay to give it out, then stop thinking about it. But this is on loan, how can he pretend that it doesn't exist?

After waiting for another two days, Ma Lizi finally dialed the number on the other side, but before he could speak, Ma Jiangping started talking nonsense with him, chatting about the weather, about the family, and chatting for a long time, but never mentioned the matter of repaying the money!

The lame horse hinted a few words, but the other party didn't seem to understand.

After hanging up the phone, the lame horse sat on the kang, looking at the deserted room, he felt that the world was getting colder...

Another day passed, and the lame horse decided to have a showdown with the opponent.

When I called this time, Ma Lizi heard Ma Jiangping's mahjong sound, and the family was full of people, which seemed to be very lively.

Ma Jiangping also said that several brothers and sisters are here, playing mahjong and chatting. Afterwards, Ma Jiangping turned on the power amplifier function!

When Lame Ma heard it, there were so many people, and everyone was chattering, as if they were greeting him. With so many people present, the lame horse was too embarrassed to ask for money, so he could only continue typing a few words haha ​​and then hung up.

Lame Ma waited for a few days, but there was still no letter. He called several times, but hung up before he could speak.

The cripple finally found an opportunity to ask about the money directly, but the opposite party cried for a while, as if he was about to die if he paid back the money.

In desperation, the lame horse could only continue to wait. It's been two months since he waited. In these two months, he just felt that his heart was in a panic, he couldn't eat, he couldn't drink well, and his carving skills had obviously declined. It's not because of the money, but because of this person!

The more I thought about it, the more chilled my heart became. Under the depression of my heart, I thought about it, and finally came to the mountain, looking for Fangzheng to solve my doubts, hoping to get spiritual relief.

After listening to Ma Lizi's words, Fangzheng couldn't help but let out a long sigh. Fangzheng has never encountered such a situation with Ma Laizi, and it is difficult for Fang Zheng to judge who is right and who is wrong just by listening to Ma Laizi's family.

Thinking of this, Fangzheng stood up and said, "Amitabha, benefactor, the poor monk knows about you. Do you know where your relative is?"

Lame Ma didn't understand why Fang Zheng asked this, but he told Fang Zheng anyway.

Fangzheng nodded slightly to show that he understood, and then said: "Benefactor, you go back first, and the poor monk will come to you in two days and tell you the answer."

The cripple opened his mouth, as if to say: I want to know the answer now.

But after seeing Fangzheng's calm eyes, Ma Lizi couldn't say anything. I have learned carving from Fangzheng for so long, even though he is Fangzheng's elder, even though he watched Fangzheng grow up, even though he spanked Fangzheng's ass. But there is no priority in learning, and those who have mastered are teachers. After studying with Fang Zheng for a long time, Fang Zheng's unique insights into sculpture and his incomparably superb skills have long convinced the crippled horse. He already respected Fang Zheng as a teacher in his heart, so naturally he didn't dare to violate Fang Zheng's meaning. So, I returned the salute, said I understood, and then went down the mountain.

As soon as the lame horse left, Fangzheng hadn't spoken yet. Xianyu jumped up with a bang, and shouted, "Oh! This man has finally left! Sure enough, he is old and talks a lot. Things that can be explained clearly in a few words are very important." It’s going to be a long story. Do you really think it’s so easy to pretend to be a dead fish? I’m freezing to death, my ancestor!”

Xianyu looked at the dishes on the plate while talking, and it turned out that the top was as smooth as a mirror! Look at the rice in the rice bowl, it's very poor!

Xianyu stared and wailed: "It's too much! Master, don't you care about this matter? I'm also pretending to be a dead fish for the sake of the monastery. Can't you let me go hungry?"

Fangzheng looked at the salted fish, shook his head slightly, didn't bother to talk to him, and went into the kitchen.

Seeing Fangzheng leaving, Xianyu became even more upset, and shouted: "You guys are bullying Yuyu too much, you can't make it through this day? Stop! I tell you, my ancestors, you will regret it! Don't bully Young people are poor!"

The squirrel looked up honestly, and said quietly: "You are ninety thousand years old... you are not young."

Xianyu was choked immediately, glared at the squirrel, and quickly changed his sentence: "Today, you are ignoring me..."

When Xianyu said this, Fang Zheng suddenly poked his head out from the door, looked at him curiously, and said to himself: Has this Xianyu changed? Bloody? So he asked, "How?"

Xianyu stared at Fangzheng with wide-eyed eyes, then at the red boy who was gearing up, and finally at Fangzheng's shoes, and shouted: "Tomorrow will be cloudy and sunny!"

Fangzheng almost suffocated blood when he heard the words, the dead fish was as cowardly as ever... Shaking his head, Fangzheng turned and left.

Xianyu breathed a sigh of relief, then sat on the chair pitifully, looking up at the sky. At this moment, he seemed to have lost all his dreams, and there was only one thought in his mind—hungry!

Just when Xianyu was full of resentment, with a bang, a large bowl was placed in front of him, and then a scent wafted into his nostrils, and at the same time, a faint voice sounded: "Eat, you must be ready on time for eating in the future."

Xianyu was taken aback, looking at the big bowl of rice and vegetables in front of him, the whole fish was a little silly, scratching the head of the fish, he just felt that his brain couldn't keep up, when did this monk be so kind? Turning his head to look at Fangzheng who had left the monastery, the salted fish clicked his mouth, not knowing what to say.

At this moment, Hong Haier jumped onto the table and said, "There are not enough bowls. The master asked me to keep a portion when serving the rice. Whoever comes last will eat what is in the pot last. But the master said, your character must be at the bottom." ...Do you think Master will not let you eat? Hey, it's a pity that you have lived for so long..."

After speaking, Honghaier left.

At this moment, the squirrel came over, scratched his head and said, "Wow, there are so many left for you. Fortunately, I even hid a rice ball for you..."

After speaking, the squirrel took out a rice ball from his small pocket and put it in a big bowl. The rice balls are not big, after all, squirrels are only that big, but the salted fish they saw made their eyes sore for no reason.

Xianyu opened his mouth, wanting to say thank you, but when he reached his mouth, he changed it abruptly: "Such a small amount of rice is not enough for my ancestor. You are so edible, you can keep it for yourself. "

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Xianyu felt a little regretful. He meant to thank the squirrel, and let the squirrel eat more by the way. But when it came to his stinky mouth, it became an offending word.

For the first time, Xianyu disliked his broken mouth a little bit.

Sure enough, Squirrel was taken aback for a moment, and said sadly, "You despise me..."