"Qingya, the monk from Qingquan Temple, can you buy our flowers? The weather has been very good these days, and they can use the flowers they raise."

Zhou Huailin was a little worried.

The flowers have already been built in half, if they can't be sold...

Zhou Qing looked up at the cloudless above his head.

"Go and try your luck." She didn't dare to say all the words.

But, the matter is human.

If you don't try, you will never succeed.

Here, their uncle and nephew went straight to Qingquan Temple.

That wing, the county town.

After a month of recuperation, Zhou Huaihai finally sat up and talked to others.

Early in the morning, Zhou Yuan sent a message from Kyoto.

The letter said that he urgently needed several pots of high-quality ink chrysanthemums to give gifts to his boss, but he couldn't find a suitable one in Kyoto, so he asked Zhou Huaihai to ask for some pots from Qingquan Temple for him.

There are two thousand taels of silver notes together with the letter.

After reading the letter, Mr. Zhou frowned.

"There are ink chrysanthemums in Qingquan Temple, but I heard from Sun Zenian that there are only three pots of ink chrysanthemums in Qingquan Temple, all of which are waiting for the Buddha Festival."

Since Zhou Qing vomited blood last time, Mr. Zhou's body has been in a state of decline.

The decoction that had been taken for a long time did not work. Later, the doctor suggested that he go to the mountains and fields more often, and listen to Buddhist scriptures and Zen may be effective.

These days, Mr. Zhou often made an appointment with Sun Zenian to Qingquan Temple.

After a while, I was really energetic.

"But the Buddha Festival will be lively for three days. What if the flowers are wilted and broken?"

"Yes, and it takes three or five days to get from Kyoto here. What if it's the way..."

Zhou Huaihai interrupted Wang's words.

"I'm not afraid on the road. If you get Mo Ju, we will take him to Kyoto by escort. But my mother said that the Buddha Festival is lively for three days, and this Mo Ju may be destroyed."

As he said that, Zhou Huaihai moved.

"In this way, my father and I will go to Qingquan Temple now to see if we can discuss it with the temple and buy a basin."

Take action as you say it.

The father and the other man set out in a sedan chair.

Because Zhou Huaihai was still unable to move, he arrived at the entrance of the temple and got off the sedan chair and was carefully supported by two guards.

"Master, do you see if that is Zhou Qing?"

As we entered the temple gate, a guard suddenly pointed to the person in front of us.

Zhou Huaihai immediately looked in the direction he pointed.

In front, Zhou Qing and Zhou Huailin were standing there talking, not knowing what they said, both of them were smiling.

Zhou Huaihai immediately turned black.

"What are the two people in front of you here to do?" Mr. Zhou asked the monk who was a clerk.

Because Mr. Zhou often came to Qingquan Temple to listen to Zen, the monk in charge of the guest gave Mr. Zhou a Buddhist ceremony.

"I'm here to sell flowers and I'm waiting for my senior brother to ask for the presidency."

Selling flowers?

Mr. Zhou and Zhou Huaihai looked at each other.

"Dad." Zhou Huaihai pulled Mr. Zhou to the side, "This is our chance to get the paper back."

Mr. Zhou's eyelids twitched and he looked at Zhou Huaihai.

Zhou Huaihai said a few words in a low voice.

Mr. Zhou immediately refused, "No, you are not..."

Before Mr. Zhou could finish his words, Zhou Huaihai said, "Dad, you forgot how you vomited blood? You forgot how I got beaten me? And the ink chrysanthemums from Qingquan Temple may not be sold!"

Mr. Zhou was in a state of confusion for a moment.

He hesitated for a long time with a dark face, slowly closed his eyes and sighed, "Forget it, I'm just going to be alone."

"Dad don't worry, I'm not the one who ignores blood relatives!"

Zhou Huaihai turned around and nodded a guardian, whispered a few instructions, and the guardian had to turn around and entered the temple.

As soon as he left, Mr. Zhou took a deep breath and walked towards Zhou Huailin.

"Linzi?"

Zhou Huailin and Zhou Qing were talking when they suddenly heard someone calling him, and turned around and saw Mr. Zhou.

"Dad?" Zhou Huailin looked shocked.

Mr. Zhou was full of joy, "It's really you, Lin Zi."

Seeing Mr. Zhou like this, Zhou Huailin felt sore for a moment and greeted Mr. Zhou.

Mr. Zhou grabbed Zhou Huailin's hand and patted him a few times, and tears came down.

"Linzi, Dad misses you."

Mr. Zhou’s words are not lies.

These tears are not fake tears.

It's fake if he doesn't want it to be his biological son.

When Mr. Zhou cried, Zhou Huailin was a little panicked.

"Dad, don't cry, don't cry, I'm not doing it well."
Chapter completed!