Dad, Did You Study Today?

Zhou Huailin's heart trembled and he held Mr. Zhou's hand.

"Dad, wait for me to have a word with Qing Yatou."

Mr. Zhou glanced at Zhou Qing and nodded, "Well, go and say something, dad is waiting for you."

Zhou Huailin turned back to Zhou Qing and said briefly.

Zhou Qing looked at Mr. Zhou suspiciously.

The last time we were on the street, Mr. Zhou looked like he had a bloody vendetta against her.

Although it is far from the county seat to Qingyang Village, it is not a thousand miles.

If Mr. Zhou really misses Zhou Huailin, he can go back and see him.

"Uncle Third, the host will be here soon."

Zhou Huailin knew that Zhou Qing had concerns, so he said: "Just say a few words, it'll be fine."

After a pause, Zhou Huailin took a deep breath and said, "That's my dad after all."

Zhou Qing said no more.

Mr. Zhou looked at it uneasily, and when he saw Zhou Huailin turning back, he was silently relieved.

"Lin Zi, my father's leg is not very good. Let's sit down on the stone bench over there and talk."

"What's wrong with dad's legs? Isn't it fine?"

Mr. Zhou sighed, "It's hard to say anything. Dad has a lot to say to you."

As soon as Zhou Huailin and Mr. Zhou left, a young novice monk came over to invite Zhou Qing.

"Donor, abbot, please come over and speak."

Zhou Qing glanced at the direction Zhou Huailin left, smiled at the little novice monk and said, "Hello, can I call my third uncle?"

The young novice said: "Donor, the abbot is busy these days during the Buddha Festival, so it is not easy to find time to see you."

As people said, Zhou Qing had to give up, smiled apologetically, and followed the young novice to see the abbot.

When Zhou Qing entered, the abbot was sitting at the stone table in the courtyard drinking tea.

so tired!

do not want to work.

I just want to sit in a daze!

Life is so boring!

The abbot let out a long sigh while holding the teacup. When he saw Zhou Qing, his eyes immediately wrinkled.

That young girl who violently refused to marry at the city gate?

Zhou Qing put his hands together and performed an informal salute, took off the backpack on his back, placed it on the ground, and sat down opposite the abbot.

"Is the donor here to sell flowers? The donor should know that I have my own flowers in Qingquan Temple."

Zhou Qing said neither humble nor arrogantly: "Master, since you have met me, you can see that you are still interested in my flowers."

As he spoke, Zhou Qing lifted up the linoleum cloth on his backpack, took out a pot of gauze peonies, and placed it on the stone table.

The peonies are as high as a basket. Five delicate flowers bloom on the branches with different expressions, and the dark green leaves are dripping with dew.

The abbot's eyes lit up when he saw it, and he reached out to touch the flower.

Zhou Qing looked at the abbot with a smile.

The moment the abbot's fingers touched the flower branch, he was stunned and said, "Fake flowers?"

Zhou Qing nodded, "It is tied with gauze and silk. It is not afraid of wind or rain. If you use it this year, put it away. If you take it out next year and dust it, it can still be used."

Zhou Qing didn't put too much emphasis on it, and directly pointed out the advantages of fake flowers over real flowers.

And this advantage is what hits the abbot's heart the most.

"Not only peonies, but also flowers of all colors are available, some in pots, some in bunches, and some that can be wrapped around branches, ensuring that the flowers will be colorful during the Buddha Festival."

As he spoke, Zhou Qing took out a few other silk flowers and placed them on the table.

The abbot picked up a bright red rose and looked at it carefully.

He originally thought it was a seller selling ordinary flowers. He thought that the flowers used during the Buddha Festival would be damaged, so he bought some to be prepared.

Unexpectedly, it was actually a silk flower.

He saw this kind of silk flower once when he went to the Great Buddha Temple in Kyoto a few years ago.

At that time, the Great Buddha Temple was holding a religious ceremony on September 19th.

At the Dharma gathering, there are a lot of flowers, and these silk flowers are used.

That scene was something he would never forget.

Really jealous!

"How can a girl sell these flowers?"

As soon as Zhou Qing heard this, he knew there was something wrong. He smiled and said, "The price of this silk silk is eighty taels. Just give me a craft fee."

The abbot suddenly laughed.

She looked at Zhou Qing with kind eyes and said, "Girl, I'm here to sell it just once, not for the cost of craftsmanship."

Zhou Qing scratched his head and smiled.

The abbot did not expose her, "How many of these flowers do you have in your hands?"

"Master, how much do you want?"

"How much do I want and how much do you have?"

Zhou Qing

Wow, big deal!

"How can you do that? It's not easy to tie one of these flowers. If you want thousands of them, how can I have them? There are a hundred pots of this big kind in pots, two hundred bunches in bunches, and scattered flowers. More, more than five hundred."

The abbot slapped the table and said with a proud look on his face: "In that case, I'll bring you two of the big pots."

Zhou Qing took a deep breath and looked at the abbot with a smile on his face.

looking at, looking at

The abbot has nothing more to say.

Zhou Qing's eyes twitched.

Is this gone?

You have such an imposing look on your face that you want two pots?

"Master, I sell such fine silk flowers at a reasonable price. Why don't you buy more?"

abbot

I also want to buy more, but the temple’s budget is not enough!

The abbot smiled and sighed, "Buddha said, don't be greedy."

Zhou Qing

While the two were talking, a young novice ran in in a panic.

"Master, it's not good!"

When the abbot saw that it was the young novice in charge of the flower shed, his face suddenly sank, "What happened?"

"Master, someone destroyed our flowers!"

It was difficult for the young novice to grow flowers for daily use during the Buddha Festival. Now that the flowers were destroyed, his voice was choked with sobs.

Zhou Qing couldn't help but frown.

The abbot stood up in excitement, "Destroyed?"

"Two pots of ink chrysanthemums are missing. The other flowers in the flower shed were smashed to pieces and are completely unusable. Master, it will be the Buddha's Day soon."

As soon as the flowers were smashed and Mo Ju disappeared, the abbot's sullen face suddenly filled with anger.

"I gonna go see."

After saying that, he nodded to Zhou Qing and said, "The donor will be here later."

Zhou Qing stood up hurriedly.

Just as he was about to respond, there was a commotion outside and there were shouts and curses.

Zhou Qing looked toward the gate.

I saw Zhou Huailin being escorted in by a group of monks.

Zhou Qing's heart suddenly jumped and he hurried forward, "Third uncle!"

The abbot's eyebrows moved slightly and he glanced at Zhou Qing.

The monks escorted Zhou Huailin forward. One monk kicked Zhou Huailin hard in the crook of his leg, causing Zhou Huailin to kneel down.

"Master, this is the man who destroyed our flower shed!"

Zhou Qing

Zhou Huailin's knees hit the ground hard, he grinned in pain, and hurriedly explained, "It's not me, I didn't touch your flowers."

Zhou Qing said hurriedly: "Is there a misunderstanding? Why would my third uncle smash your flower shed?"

"Of course it is to sell flowers! You were afraid that Qingquan Temple would not accept your flowers, so you asked him to smash the flower shed of Qingquan Temple. You know that Qingquan Temple needs flowers for the Buddha Festival, so that your flowers can be sold! What a cruel heart!"

Zhou Huaihai was supported by someone and walked in from outside.

On his face was his usual heartbroken expression of standing on the moral high ground.

He glared at Zhou Qing fiercely and saluted the abbot.

"Master, my nursing home saw this man smashing the flower shed with his own eyes."

After Zhou Huaihai finished speaking, a monk stepped forward and said, "Master, this man is here to offer incense. His nurse got lost on his way to the latrine and happened to pass by the flower shed. He met this man and committed murder."

The abbot looked at the people around Zhou Huaihai.

"Did you see it with your own eyes?"

The nurse lowered his head and said, "I saw it with my own eyes. He smashed the flower shed."

Zhou Huailin never expected that he would suddenly become dizzy and lose consciousness after just saying a few words to his father.

When he opened his eyes, he was in the flower shed.

The garden shed was smashed to pieces.

Many monks ran toward him, shouting that he was a murderer.

Kneeling on the ground, Zhou Huailin gasped, "It's not me, it's really not me, I don't know anything."

Zhou Huaihai snorted coldly, "Of course a thief will not admit that he has stolen something. Master, it is a matter of Buddhist rites, so you should report it to the official!"