The shopkeeper Hou said, "This old man's sugarcane has paddled my car."

When the female reporter Yanzi heard this, she immediately felt enlightened: "So that's the case, Manager Hou, what are you going to do about this?"

Before the shopkeeper Hou could speak, the old man said first: "I have no money anyway!"

Manager Hou smiled bitterly and said, "Look... this person..."

Manager Hou wanted to say that this person was too rogue.

As a result, when the reporter Yanzi saw the people around him, he looked at the pitiful old man and immediately said with sympathy: "Shopkeeper, why don't you forget about this? Anyway, you don't have the money to repair the car."

Many of the onlookers nodded slightly, and their eyes were full of admiration when they looked at the swallow, and the old man also looked at the swallow with gratitude.

Yan Zi suddenly felt that she was a living Bodhisattva, a savior, and the Holy Mother's heart suddenly rose all the way, and her sympathy was flooded. Then she stopped and stood on the commanding heights of morality and looked at the shopkeeper Hou.

When he heard this, the shopkeeper Hou was dissatisfied: "Yanzi, what do you mean? First of all, my car was parked here and didn't move. He shaved my car. If he didn't apologize, he wouldn't compensate him?"

Yan Zi frowned and said, "Shopkeeper, you are making money every day, are you still missing the money?"

Another person responded, "No, I'm the waiter, you are so rich, so how can you make it difficult for an old man for this?"

Manager Hou was so angry that his face turned red: "What do you mean? Is this a matter of money?"

"Isn't it a matter of money? If the old man has money, he will not carry sugarcane away. He is old and his life is already difficult, so it's okay if everyone doesn't help. When something happens, you should let it go, right?" Yanzi continued.

There was a person who was also sympathetic and nodded and said, "Yes, it's almost the same thing as the shopkeeper."

Manager Hou said, "What does it mean to be the same? Is it my fault for love?"

Yanzi said, "When I waited for the shopkeeper, I didn't say it was your fault. I just said, don't be serious about this matter. Who has no elderly man yet? You take care of him and repair your car. Everyone is happy. Everyone also said good things, right?"

Manager Hou laughed angry: "No...feelings, if I'm serious about this, it's still my fault. Everyone has to say mine is not, right?"

Yanzi said, "Forgive others when you have to, respect the elderly and love the young. Isn't that right? He is like this. If you are so rich, you can't sympathize with him. Do you feel sorry for him? Waiting for the shopkeeper, you should not be too selfish. Making money requires accumulating virtue and doing good deeds!"

Manager Hou was so angry that he couldn't speak.

On the side, Bai Yuexiang looked at Fang Zheng with a smile and said, "Abbot Fang Zheng, what do you think about this?"

Fang Zhengdao: "How can you see it?"

After saying that, Fang Zheng walked forward, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, can this donor speak with one step?"

When Manager Hou saw such a young monk suddenly appear, he was a little surprised. Now he was angry, and he was pointed at by everyone, and even criticized by Yan Zi on the moral high ground.

He just thought the little monk was here to accuse him of not being wrong, and said impatiently: "Let me say whatever you want to say!"

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Donor, do you think it's okay to leave this matter to me?"

As soon as these words were said, Manager Hou was stunned. Now everyone could see that he was just a shit pot.

Once the treatment is not done well, the shit basin will squint on his face. This is why everyone clearly thinks that Yan Zi does this, but no one comes out to help the waiter talk.

At this time, a monk wanted to take the shit basin, which really surprised Manager Hou. He frowned and said, "You..."

Fang Zheng pulled the shopkeeper Hou to the side: "Leave it to me, I will bear all the consequences. But if there is any loss in the middle, of course, it is just a loss in money..."

Manager Hou said, "As long as I save my face and help me vent my anger, I will pay the money."

Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I understand."

Then Fang Zheng winked Bai Yuexiang. Bai Yuexiang didn't know why, Fang Zheng didn't say a word, but she just knew what the monk wanted to do.

Then Bai Yuexiang returned a look of understanding and withdrew from the crowd.

Fang Zheng came to Yanzi, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, what the donor said just now is true. The donor is really a good man."

When Yanzi heard the little monk praise him so much, he smiled happily: "The little master praised me. I just said what I should say and did what I should do. I can't watch others bully a poor old man, right? As the saying goes..."

Before the swallow could finish speaking, a crisp sound came from not far away.

When the swallow heard the sound, she saw an old man standing dumbly beside her horse.

The old man was holding half a saddle in his hand!

The saddle is pink, very delicate and beautiful, and the trademark on it is very conspicuous and valuable at first glance, but now it is divided into two.

Yan Zi suddenly became anxious and screamed: "What are you doing?! My saddle!"

Swallow ran over frantically, pushed the old man away, snatched the saddle in his hand, and said angrily: "My saddle, you broke it for me like this, pay the money!"

The old man looked at the saddle, then looked at the old man carrying sugarcane there, and finally raised his head and said, "No money!"

"No money?! You have to pay for it even if you don't have money! Do you know what brand of saddle this is? This is a Tianyuan brand, do you know that international brands? I only bought this one for a year's salary! You broke it for me?" Yan Zi screamed, his voice very harsh.

The old man still looked indifferent: "I don't have money, I won't pay any compensation anyway, I will do whatever I want."

"You're poor, you still have any reason?" Yanzi grabbed the old man's arm and said angrily: "Let's go and see the official with me!"

At this time, a voice sounded: "Amitabha, female donor, how could you treat an old man like this?"

It was Hou Fangzheng who spoke.

Seeing this scene, Manager Hou and the people who were eating melons were stunned. Then Manager Hou laughed, stopped talking, and stood by and watched.

Fang Zhengze smiled and walked over with compassion on his face, pulled away the swallow, and blocked the old man behind him.

At this moment, his expression was even more compassionate than Yan Zi, several times more bodhisattvas and several times more kind!

The swallow is just like a Bodhisattva, and Fangzheng is like a Buddha!

After all, he is professional in this regard!

Fang Zheng said mercifully: "Swallow Donor, let's forget about this. You can make do with your saddle repair. If it really doesn't work, you can buy another one. Anyway, you don't have that little money. It's just a year's salary. What's the comparison with your kindness? Look at the elderly, it's not easy for them to be old.

Forget it, forget it!"

Yan Zi's face suddenly looked ugly. Isn't this what she said to Manager Hou before?

Yanzi pointed to the saddle in his hand and said, "What are you talking about? My saddle is very expensive."

Fang Zheng raised his head, just like the swallow before, and said with a living Buddha-like expression: "Donor, as far as I know, you, Minxuan, are you, too, making a lot of money? You can buy a saddle for a year, but he may not be able to afford such a saddle for the rest of his life.

As for the money you are difficult for an old man?

All you lose is a saddle, but what he loses is his lifelong savings.

Do you really have the heart to bear it?

Why do you make things difficult for an old man so hard?"

"No, why did I feel embarrassed for him? He broke my saddle! Why did it become my fault?" Yan Zi said aggrievedly.

Fang Zheng said bitterly: "He is old and life is already difficult, so you don't help. When something happens, you should let it go, right?" Fang Zheng paused and continued: "Forgive others, please forgive me, don't be serious. Who doesn't have an old man yet? Take care of him and buy a saddle yourself, and everyone will be happy, right?"

"I..." Yanzi wanted to say something, but thinking that these were originally her words, and now she refuted them, wouldn't what she said before be nonsense?

Looking at the broken saddle in his hand, Yan Zi wanted to be angry with the bald man in front of him and the old man who looked proud and said, "I won't accompany you."

But in the end she gritted her teeth and said, "I, okay...I, I won't let him compensate! OK?"

Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and sang the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the donor is truly a great good man!

You have set a good example for everyone.”

Yanzi was so angry that she wanted to pry open the bald head in front of her to see what was inside.

But she immediately smiled: "I don't ask him to compensate the saddle anymore. Do you don't need to compensate the carriage of the waiter?"

The old man who was carrying and driving said, "Since I don't have to pay for it, I'll leave. It's really, a group of lunatics have delayed me from going home to drink."

Listening to these heartless words, Swallow was also very angry.

Manager Hou's face was dark.

Only Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Swallow Donor, what you said is wrong.

The donor is generous, the donor is kind, and the donor disperses wealth.

But I am different. I am petty and can't let go of anything, so that the Buddha didn't like me.

Whoever breaks my monk's carriage will ask me to pay for it."

As soon as these words came out, the audience was stunned.

Who would have thought that this monk who had advised others to be kind before turned around and turned his back on his face.

Fang Zheng said to the old man sugarcane: "Amitabha, donor, you cannot leave. If you break the carriage, you must compensate you. No big son can be left!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar!

"This monk, you have two mouths!"

"He was also advised to be kind, but he was not kind at all. But I like it..."

"Haha, that old thug is going to be in trouble."

...

The crowd was talking about it, and then looked at the old man with a smile, wanting to see how Fang Zheng finally dealt with this old scoundrel who had no money.

The old man said disdainfully: "If you don't have money, you don't have money, you'll have one life."
Chapter completed!