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

"Dad, wait for me to say something to Qingya Tou."

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

Zhou Huailin turned back to Zhou Qing's place and said briefly.

Zhou Qing looked at Mr. Zhou suspiciously.

Last time on the street, Mr. Zhou still looked like a deep hatred for her.

Although it is far from the county town to Qingyang Village, it is not a hundred and eight thousand miles away.

If Mr. Zhou really wants Zhou Huailin, he can go back and see it.

"Uncle San, the host will come soon."

Zhou Huailin knew that Zhou Qing was worried, so he said, "Just say a few words, it's okay."

After pausing, Zhou Huailin took a deep breath, "That's my father."

Zhou Qing didn't say anything more.

Mr. Zhou looked at him nervously, and when he saw Zhou Huailin turn back, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Linzi, my father's legs are not very good. Let's sit down on the stone bench over there and say."

"What's wrong with Dad's leg? Isn't it okay?"

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 little novice monk came to invite Zhou Qing.

"Donor, the abbot asks you to come over and speak."

Zhou Qing looked at the direction where Zhou Huailin left, smiled at the little shaman and said, "Hello, can I call me Uncle San?"

The little novice monk said, "Donor, the abbot is busy celebrating the Buddha Festival these days, and it is really not easy to squeeze out time to see you."

When the other person said this, Zhou Qing had to give up, smiled apologetically, and followed the little novice monk to see the abbot.

When Zhou Qing went in, the abbot was sitting at the stone table in the yard drinking tea.

So tired!

Don't want to work.

Just want to sit and stare blankly!

Life is so boring!

The abbot held the teacup and sighed long. When he saw Zhou Qing, he immediately frowned.

The violent little girl at the gate of the city?

Zhou Qing put his hands together and gave an unstandard gift. He took the basket on his back and placed it on the ground, and sat opposite the abbot.

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

Zhou Qing said neither humble nor arrogantly: "Since the master sees me, he can see that he is still interested in my flowers."

As he said that, Zhou Qing lifted the linoleum cloth on the back basket, took out a pot of gauze and peonies, and placed it on the stone table.

The peony is as tall as a basket, and the five beautiful flowers bloom on the branches in different expressions, and dew drops dripped on the dark green leaves.

The abbot's eyes lit up at first sight and he reached out to touch the flower.

Zhou Qing looked at the abbot with a smile.

The moment the abbot's finger touched the flower branch, he was stunned, "Fake flower?"

Zhou Qing nodded, "It's made of gauze, so you're not afraid of wind or rain. If you use it this year, you can put it away. It's still possible to use it next year."

Zhou Qing didn't keep it a lot of money, and directly pointed out the advantage of fake flowers over real flowers.

And this advantage is exactly what can hit the abbot's heart the most.

"Not only peonies, but also flowers of all colors, some are potted, some are bunched, and some are able to wrap branches, ensuring that the flowers are clustered in the festival of Buddha."

As he said that, Zhou Qing took out a few other silk flowers and put them on the table.

The abbot picked up a big red rose and took a closer look.

He thought that he had come to sell ordinary flowers, but thought that the use of flowers for worship of Buddha Festival would definitely be detrimental to buy some, so he could also prepare for any trouble.

Unexpectedly, it was actually silk flowers.

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

The Great Buddha Temple was holding a ceremony on September 19th.

At the Dharma Assembly, the flowers were made of this kind of silk flower.

That scene will never be forgotten by him in his life.

Really jealous!

"How do you sell this flower, girl?"

When Zhou Qing heard this, he knew there was something happening, so he hurriedly said, "The price of this piece of gauze is eighty taels, you can give me a handicraft fee."

The abbot suddenly laughed.

He looked at Zhou Qing with kind eyes, "Miss is here to sell it once, it's not for the handicraft fee."

Zhou Qing scratched his head and chuckled.

The abbot didn't expose her, "How many such flowers are there in the girl's hands?"

“Master, how much do you want?”

"How much do I want, you have?"

Zhou Qing...

Wow, big guy!

"How can this be? It's not easy to till one flower. If you want a few thousand flowers, how can I have it? There are a hundred pots of this kind, and there are two hundred bunches of bunches. There are more scattered flowers, more than five hundred."

The abbot slapped the table and said proudly: "Since that's the case, I'll have two large pots."

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

Looking at, looking at...

The abbot has no further information.

Zhou Qing's eyes twitched.

Is this gone?

You have such a momentum, but you need two pots?

"Master, I sell such good silk flowers at the same time as the price of conscience. Don't you give me more?"

Abbot...

I also want to buy more, the temple has not enough budget!

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

Zhou Qing...

The two were talking, and a little novice ran in panic.

"Master, it's not good!"

The abbot saw that it was the little novice monk who was managing the flower shed, and his face suddenly sank, "What's wrong?"

"Master, someone has ruined our flowers!"

It is not easy for a little novice monk to raise flowers, because it is for the daily use of the Buddha Festival. Now that the flowers have been destroyed, his voice is even more swallowed.

Zhou Qing couldn't help frowning.

The abbot Zehuo stood up and said, "Does it be ruined?"

"The two pots of ink chrysanthemums are gone, and the other flowers in the flower shed are smashed and they are completely useless. Master, I will worship the Buddha's Day immediately."

When the flower was smashed and Mo Ju disappeared, the abbot's calm face immediately burst into anger.

"I'll go and have a look."

After saying that, he nodded at Zhou Qing, "The donor is here later."

Zhou Qing got up quickly.

Just as I was about to respond, there were noisy outside, and yelling and yelling.

Zhou Qing looked towards the gate.

Zhou Huailin was taken in by a group of monks.

Zhou Qing's heart suddenly jumped and he rushed forward, "Uncle San!"
To be continued...