The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Only then came down the mountain and out of the village, they heard the sound of a rushing tractor, and then a tractor in the next village pulled a cart of rice and set off. As soon as the tractor drove around, Founder could even smell the rice fragrance inside. On this day, almost every household is busy with the autumn harvest, and there are no people in the whole village.

Since Mengmeng was abducted, the people in the village are afraid to take care of them, and even the autumn harvest will take the children with them.

"Master, where did everyone go?" Red Baby asked curiously.

"We are all going to harvest rice. The task for everyone today is to help harvest rice. Whoever does more, add rice at night!" Fang Zheng laughed.

The villagers are good at Yizhi Temple. In return, Founder always helps them to do something. What's more, these disciples also really need to get in touch with people outside and learn more about things outside. The most important thing is that these guys spend a lot of time on the hills, and the troubles are caused by doing nothing. It is better to throw them down and find some work.

Sure enough, when I heard something to eat, one by one was full of energy.

"Master, we are not the kind of delicious people! Just tell me what to do, my claws are already hungry and thirsty!" The squirrel waved his little hand and exclaimed with anger.

Founder directly gave him a violent shudder, and played him a fart, and then looked at the other monkeys with an anxious look, and smiled: "Don't worry, leave the village, and some work for you."

Out of the village, the two sides of the village road are already golden, and the golden yellow rice fields extend to the end of the horizon, separated by a windbreak in the middle. Even so, looking up, the sky and the earth are connected, the sky is blue, the ground is golden, and the golden sun is falling on the ground. The rice fields are set against a golden ocean, and the gold shines! In the autumn wind, waves of rice waves followed waves, like blue waves at sea, some birds secretly flew down to eat ears of rice, just like that seagull stealing fish from the sea ...

Asking Daoxiang, Founder couldn't help but admire: "It's another year of good harvest, so good ..."

"Master, I didn't expect that the rice was so beautiful after it was cooked." The red baby was not tall, just a head higher than wheat, and he could not see far away with his feet on his feet, but he couldn't help but jump constantly. Yizhi Village just happened to be at the junction of the mountains and the plains. After that, Yizhi Village is the Tongtian Mountains. The mountains are undulating and stretch for thousands of miles. On the other side of Yizhi Mountain is a vast plain that is just right for growing crops such as corn and rice. This is also the only source of income for the former Zhizhi Village.

Fang Zheng laughed: "It's beautiful when you're not mature, but you don't know how to appreciate it. Wait, the real beauty is not now ... beautiful in the evening."

As Founder said, the red baby, squirrel, lone wolf, and monkey were all curious. In the evening? more beautiful? Why? A few little guys started silently looking forward to the evening.

"Go! Let's go and see!" The red child waved his brothers and rushed into the paddy field to play.

Founder pulled the red baby who scrambled and reprimanded: "Don't run around, trample on the crops of others, you can't afford to pay for it."

Although rich, Founder never thought about spending money indiscriminately. Although the founder likes money, he is not greedy, just live enough. As for more money, there is still a big gap in expanding the temple.

With the disciples walking along the road, I could see the villagers of Yizhi Village in the distance, standing in the field wearing old shabby clothes, and patrolling back and forth, I didn't know what I was doing.

"Excuse me, excuse me, is there anyone in the village cutting rice?" At that moment, a snoring sound, sounded with a little northwestern accent.

Founder looked back and saw five men and women, with two children, both men and women carrying thick quilts, sickles and other tools, even children, helped carry a lot of things. These people have dark and rough skin, a frosty face, and tiredness and longing in their eyes. They seem to be looking forward to a positive answer from Founder.

Only a few of the children have bright eyes, and they seem to be curious about the world in their ignorance, and they are a little scared of strangers, especially when they look at the lone wolf and the monkey, just like a monster. There are novelties, and more are fears. The two little guys hid behind their parents and watched Fang Zheng waiting for someone secretly.

Seeing the appearance of these people, it is obvious that they are hard-working people who are exposed to the wind and the sun all year round. The Founder folded his hands and said, "Amitabha, how many donors are you, Mak?

Mai Ke, this profession has always been in the northeast, but in the northeast, this is not called Mai Ke, the name is different in different places, there is generally no unified name in Yizhi Village. , "Cut rice" and so on. The name Maike is passed from the south. This name is a lot better than the previous one, and everyone will recognize it. Once it is good, it also looks respectful.

Maike originated in Shaanxi-Gansu-Ningxia area. In order to make a living, a large number of migrant workers went out to help people harvest wheat with a sickle every year, earning a certain cost and improving their lives. This kind of behavior is called the wheat field, and the people who drive the wheat field are called wheat customers.

"Mike" and "knife" are in the same vein, the latter does not accept wheat, but Guan Zhongwu is looking after the house for others, just like a bodyguard.

However, in the northeast, there are naturally no customers from Shaanxi, Gansu, Ningxia, after all, they are too far apart. Generally, the wheat customers who come to Yichi Village to help them harvest rice are villagers from nearby villages. Everyone is familiar with it. Whoever works well and who likes to be lazy, everyone knows. No one wants to be lazy, everyone in Mali grabs, this is the market.

However, the people in front of them were very eye-catching, apparently not villagers in nearby villages. Moreover, listening to the accent is not the accent of the Northeast, but it has a taste of northern Shaanxi. Could it be that the wheater over there came over here? But ... is it possible? Yizhi Village is so remote ...

Although there were countless doubts in his heart, only a flash passed in Founder's heart.

The man headed was very kind, and when he heard Fang Zheng asked, he nodded immediately and said, "Yes, we are from Shaanxi. Master, do you know anyone nearby to find someone to help with rice cutting?"

Founder took a look at the rice that was brushing all around, and it was already cold. Everyone will not collect frost for a while, and it will be difficult. Founder nodded: "The poor monk knows where someone needs help, but the people in the village usually have regular helpers."

"Ah ... this ..." The man's eyes flashed with bleakness after listening.