Zhao Xiaotian unknowingly walked near the village chief's house, and he also saw his favorite scene in his life. Er Genzi lay on the wall of the village chief's house and looked inside, with an expression of enjoyment on his face, and he laughed when he heard the excitement.

laughed out loud.

Walking quietly to Er Genzi, Zhao Xiaotian patted his shoulder fiercely. Er Genzi was listening happily, completely immersed in the enjoyment of eavesdropping, and ignored Zhao Xiaotian at all. Zhao Xiaotian shook his head helplessly and said: "Er Genzi

Uncle, why are you so happy?"

He said without looking back: "This is a big event. Come and listen. The village chief's wife is teaching the village chief a lesson. This is a rare occasion in a hundred years."

Zhao Xiaotian listened, but couldn't hear a sound at all. He knew that Er Genzi's hearing was extremely good, and as long as it was what he wanted to hear in his ears, beating gongs and drums would have no effect on him. Zhao Xiaotian pulled him away.

Er Genzi scolded angrily: "Do you want to tell me or not? If you don't tell me, I won't let you listen. Come on, let's go!"

Er Genzi screamed and shouted: "Oh, you are a pest, don't drag me. I haven't finished listening yet. Just wait until I finish listening and say no to you. Now you will get rich."

When Zhao Xiaotian heard that he could make money, he pressed his ears and said seriously: "Uncle Ergen, tell me quickly, I will ask Yaya to boil eggs for you tomorrow, what do you think? You can eat them at my house, okay?

Look at her."

This stimulation is truly extraordinary. When Er Genzi heard Yaya’s name, he was so excited that he held Zhao Xiaotian’s hand and shook it up and down. He said gratefully: “Niece, you are so generous. If only I could go to your house for dinner every day.

, how about I tell you what happened to my father? If you go blackmail him, the old man has a lot of money!"

"Bah!" Zhao Xiaotian swore angrily and said, "How can I deceive Uncle Er by deceiving the heavens and the earth? Stop talking nonsense and talk about the village chief's family."

Er Genzi chuckled, pulled Zhao Xiaotian to squat down, lowered his voice and told the whole process next to Zhao Xiaotian's ear.

It turns out that this incident is not a short story... When Zhao Xiaotian returned home after cutting off his finger, the village chief's wife scolded the village chief for being unethical and doing something unscrupulous. The village chief had an expression like "I am the village chief, I am God".

This made the village chief's wife even more annoyed. The village chief's wife wanted the village chief to return the land of Zhao Xiaotian's family to Zhao Xiaotian, but the village chief refused. When they were searching for food in the Zhao family, they accidentally discovered the Zhao family's land deed.

The relationship was very complicated. Zhao Xiaotian only changed the land deed to his name after his parents died. He was very reluctant to change hands so casually.

The village chief's wife burst into tears and said that the village chief was a wicked man and would definitely get retribution on his children in the future.

There was no other way, so the village chief came up with the most superstitious way to rebuild the temple and invite a monk to come back. This way he could not only accumulate bad virtues, but also help pay off his sins with the smallest benefit. After all, it only costs a few hundred yuan to build a temple.

It’s just money, but a few dozen acres of land is a lot of money.

The village chief's wife neither agreed nor objected. She just said that if she did something that would make Zhao Xiaotian miserable for the rest of his life, even if he built a hundred temples, it would still be a sin.

After hearing this, Zhao Xiaotian snorted and cursed: "Damn it, it's natural for you to occupy my land, but Uncle Ergen, what does this have to do with my getting rich? Do I still dominate that ruined temple at the foot of the mountain?"

Can’t he cultivate it without letting him?”

Er Genzi chuckled and said: "I'm talking about eldest nephew, how come you can't use your head after being slapped by Brick? A few years ago, Huang Laosi beat his wife and you blackmailed her for more than thirty yuan.

Qian, if you think about such a big matter in the village chief's family, you can't blackmail more? It's a big matter, and I've already made it clear to you. I'll go to your house to eat eggs tomorrow."

Zhao Xiaotian laughed helplessly and scolded: "You can eat whatever you want. Can these things be the same? Huang Laosi beat his wife because he couldn't sleep with her anymore. His wife laughed at him so he was beaten. A big man suddenly turned into a eunuch.

It's so embarrassing to say this, of course I can blackmail you out of the money. What the village chief said is boring, who am I to blackmail? There's no need to eat eggs tomorrow!" Zhao Xiaotian turned around and walked home, adding before leaving.

, "Don't fucking eat it from now on, it's really a waste of time."

Er Genzi smiled mischievously, then lay down on the wall of the village chief's house. After listening to no sound for a long time, he disappeared into the alley.

As Zhao Xiaotian walked, he thought about what Er Genzi told him. The village chief, a cunning person, must have used the money to build the temple himself. If he donated the sesame oil money, he could steal it, but it all depends on the opportunity.

, you still have to adapt to circumstances.

Just as he was thinking about it, Zhao Xiaotian had already arrived home. As soon as he entered the house, he heard Yaya humming a tune while cleaning the house. Zhao Xiaotian smiled and said to Yaya: "Twenty-four?"

Yaya pursed her lips, shook her head, and said with a smile: "Plus a basket of eggs!"

"Not bad!" Zhao Xiaotian lay comfortably on the kang, swinging his feet and said: "It must have been Cuilan's idea. If you ask me, Old Man Zhang would have exploded by now. He must be squatting on the ground smoking a pipe and a pot.

She was still mumbling, 'How many days does it take to save a basket of eggs? Cuilan, you really don't know how expensive firewood and rice are when you are not a family member.'"

"Master, you guessed wrong." Yaya said with a smile: "You guessed not a word of what Uncle Zhang said wrong, but he didn't squat on the ground to smoke, he slapped his thigh and squatted on the ground to say it."

After saying this, the master and the servant burst into laughter. As they were laughing, they heard someone outside the door say: "Amitabha!" The voice was not loud, but it rang clearly in their ears.

Zhao Xiaotian stood up in excitement and looked outside the door. There was a slovenly monk standing in the yard. He looked to be about sixty or seventy years old. He was wearing a gray monk's robe in tatters. He was holding an old iron bowl in his left hand and an old iron bowl in his right hand.

Cheng Buddha had his hands across his chest, his face was so dirty that his appearance could not be seen clearly, and his beard was also a lot of gray.

As the monk chanted "Amitabha", the monk's robe automatically moved without any wind.

Zhao Xiaotian secretly said, "Holy crap! Is this a fucking eminent monk?"

Yaya hurried out, imitating the old monk's approach, clasping her hands together and saying, "Master, I'm polite, what can I do for you?"

Zhao Xiaotian was quite frightened by Yaya's move. Is there any time this girl could be polite?

I heard the monk in the courtyard recite Amitabha again and said: "The poor monk traveled around the world and passed by your land. He saw the purple air coming from the east in this courtyard. There must be noble people living in peace. He came here to ask for some leftovers and to see his daughter.

It’s convenient for the donor.”

Yaya just wanted to bring some eggs to the monk, but then she thought that the monk couldn't eat eggs, so she ran to the kitchen to get some steamed buns and came out in three steps and two steps.

Zhao Xiaotian pulled Yaya over and said, "Damn it, you old lady is really willing to give it to this old monk. What can I eat for dinner?"

Yaya broke away from Zhao Xiaotian's hand and said, "I'll boil eggs for you tonight." As she said that, she stuffed all the buns into the monk's iron bowl.

When Zhao Xiaotian chased him out, it was too late, and the monk had already accepted it happily. Zhao Xiaotian felt sorry for so many steamed buns, and gritted his teeth and said: "Old monk, I guess you came from the Tang Dynasty in the East and went to the West to worship Buddha and seek scriptures, right?

"

The monk raised his head and looked at Zhao Xiaotian, was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly and said: "It's so good, so good. The poor monk's name is Yunzhen. He has been traveling around the world for thirty years, and now he finally found his benefactor, God's will, God's will, Amitabha." He ignored it.

Zhao Xiaotian, squatting on one side of his legs in the middle of the courtyard, picked up a steamed bun and ate it, lowering his head and smiling silently.

Zhao Xiaotian was very confused when he heard what he said. He said to Monk Yunzhen: "Old monk, eat quickly, and leave quickly after eating. I can't delay you in learning the scriptures."

Yaya brought a bowl of water to Monk Yunzhen. The monk took a sip of water and said, "If you can't leave, the poor monk will give the benefactor an opportunity. Likewise, the benefactor will also give the poor monk an opportunity."

"Damn it!" Zhao Xiaotian yelled angrily, "I have raised a widow and I have to raise a monk? Are you going to leave? Believe it or not, I will break your legs?"

Yaya felt that Zhao Xiaotian spoke a little too much to the Buddhist disciples, so she tugged on his clothes and told him to be careful when speaking. However, Zhao Xiaotian didn't hear it at all and kept saying harsh words one after another. But the monk Yunzhen was even more rogue than Zhao Xiaotian. After eating the steamed buns

He didn't say anything after that, just smiled and chanted sutras with his eyes closed, and ignored Zhao Xiaotian's yelling and scolding.

After Zhao Xiaotian got tired of scolding, he sat down on the kang. For the first time in his life, he just talked without practicing. He really couldn't do anything. He kept muttering: "Sissy, Yaya, I don't understand. You

You're usually so stingy, why do you treat a monk like you've made a fortune by politely giving him a bunch of steamed buns!"

"That's different! Monks and monks are all disciples of Buddha. We are accumulating bad virtues. Young Master, you have done so many evil things. If you have children in the future, you will receive less retribution." Yaya glared at Zhao Xiaotian, while looking towards the small book

On it was written "Cuilan is sending you twenty-four yuan plus a basket of thirty-one eggs." After she finished writing, she opened her mouth and smiled.

After Yaya said these words, Zhao Xiaotian suddenly had an idea. He felt that the village chief was a little pitiful. It turned out that his mother's family had such a woman who wanted to accumulate evil deeds. What was even more annoying was that the person in charge of the village chief was

His wife, the one who was in charge of Zhao Xiaotian was actually a maid, a stingy maid, a maid who was as beautiful as a fairy but extremely hateful!

The village chief walked in from outside the door at some unknown time. As soon as he entered the house, he screamed: "Two pairs, oh, let me see how your hands are doing, and your head, oh, oh,

You said it was true, why did you ruin your body like this!" The village chief said these words with an extremely shameless look and a caring tone, which really made Zhao Xiaotian feel sick.

Zhao Xiaotian said angrily: "Hey, isn't this the village chief? What's wrong? I've broken up with you and you're going to kill me to silence me! Stop talking nonsense, talk about something when you have something to say, the weasel is giving New Year greetings to the chicken, you

What are you thinking about?"

The village chief's face turned green when he heard Zhao Xiaotian's words. After being stunned for a few seconds, he said with a smile: "Er Shuang, look at what you said. Uncle, it's not about your health. Come on, take this fifty yuan."

Buy something delicious to eat and drink, and replenish your body."

As soon as Zhao Xiaotian heard that he had money, he immediately glanced at Yaya. Yaya was already staring at the money in the village chief's hand in a daze. When the village chief looked at it, he thought to himself that it turned out that Zhao Xiaotian made this widow the head of the house! Can she sit down?

The position of village chief is definitely not bad. The village chief immediately put the money into Yaya's hand and said: "Yaya, take it and buy some delicious food for your young master."

"If you fart, hurry up!" Zhao Xiaotian said angrily.

The village chief smiled and said: "As the head of a village, my uncle also wants to do some practical things for the village. He plans to build the temple at the root of the mountain. But if there is no monk in the temple, who will provide the incense and chant scriptures? There is a monk in the temple.

Isn’t this a decent place to live in? Why not bless our Foye Village with good weather? So if I want the monk in your courtyard to stay in the temple, don’t leave.”

Zhao Xiaotian sat up straight and said with a puzzled expression: "Go and tell the monk, what's the use of telling me? Do you want me to tie him up?"

The village chief smiled apologetically and said, "I just asked, and he said he is at your house now, and you have the final say."

Zhao Xiaotian was shocked and happy. What a fucking chance. He didn't even have time to put on his shoes. Before he ran out of the house, he shouted outside: "Zen Master Yunzhen, do you want to eat eggs? I asked Yaya to give them to you."
Chapter completed!