The Sweet Little Fulang

turned around and saw Lu Gu, chanted a Buddhist name and asked, “I wonder what the honorable name of this benefactor is?”

    “My fulang’s surname is Lu and his name is Lu Gu.” Shen Xuanqing smiled.

    “It turned out to be the benefactor Lu, disrespectful, disrespectful.
The poor monk Huitong was a monk of Jingxin Temple.” Huitong gave the Buddhist ceremony again.

 Lu Gu quickly folded his palms and said: “Master Huitong.”

    He had met the monk twice, but he had never spoken to him, so he was inevitably a little nervous.

    Shen Xuanqing was familiar with Huitong.
When the other party went up the mountain to collect medicines and couldn't go down, he would come to spend the night and leave some medicinal materials when he left.
He asked: “Master, have you eaten? There are vegetarian dishes here, and the oil is also vegetarian oil.”

    ” That's it, thank you very much.” Then, Huitong took out a pack of dry food from the unloaded bamboo basket, and he didn't need to help, he went to the kitchen to heat the water and the dry food.

    Shen Xuanqing grabbed a large handful of watercress from the bamboo plaque and took it in.
Huitong knew how to cook vegetables, it was always good to eat some hot vegetables and rice after running in the mountains for a day.

    Seeing two bowls of red sweet bun fruits on the chopping board, Lu Gu picked quite a lot, Shen Xuanqing only took a smaller bowl, and said: “Master can take this fruit to eat.”

    “Thank you.” Huitong, who was burning the fire, nodded his thanks without being overly polite.

    Lu Gu just drove chickens and ducks in from the backyard, Shen Xuanqing took the bowl of sweet bun fruits to the main room, and said: “I will let Master Huitong eat that bowl, if you want to eat later, I will pick it with you before come back.”

    This was brought back by Lu Gu after a long journey, and he was anxious to give it to him as soon as he came back.
How could he spoil this intention, so he had to tell him.

    And the monk Huitong used to help the old hunter as a langzhong and gave the medicinal materials, but he didn't take any money.
The same was true for the poor people.
It was enough to show that he had a good heart.

    “It's good, we can't finish it, so it's okay to give it.” Lu Gu said, the sweet bun fruits would go bad if they were kept for a long time after they were so red.
The yellow astringent fruit could be eaten after two days of ripening.

    “Hmm.” The smile on Shen Xuanqing's face was even bigger, he knew that his fulang was a rare good fulang in the world, and in order to reassure Lu Gu, he also told about Huitong's medical treatment to the old hunter.

    Now Lu Gu felt that he should give others more food, such a good monk, how could he be stingy with this little thing.

    It was getting dark, and there was an extra monk Huitong, and later he would lay a mattress in the east room to rest at night, so Shen Xuanqing lit the oil lamp, and by the way, took out the things in the bamboo basket by the light.

    The stupid rabbits that had been caught had already been locked in a cage in the woodshed.
There were still chestnuts wrapped in big leaves in the bamboo basket, which he picked up when he passed by.
They were crisp, it would taste even better when the sun came out tomorrow.

    He peeled some for Lu Gu to eat, no one peeled chesnut for him except his mother, who gave him a sweet chestnut, he carefully raised his head, and looked at Shen Xuanqing who was peeling chestnuts with drooping eyebrows and eyes under the candlelight.