Chapter 235

Therefore, the villagers generally don't buy any scripts. With this money, they can do a lot of things.

Qingzhu knew all this and wanted to buy it with money, so that the villager could rest assured that he would not return the script.

"What did the villager say?" Jiang Wanbai casually looks at him and asks.

"Green bamboo way:" he did not want, just said that the time must return back

Because of this, Qingzhu thinks that she must return it when the time comes. She is afraid that she will forget it. She has not forgotten to tell Hong Dou and Jiang Wanbai and other people that she hopes they can remind herself.

Jiang Wanbai picked up his eyebrows and looked up at the green bamboo. He said, "he doesn't want silver. He wants you to return the script when he arrives?"

"Well!" Green bamboo nods.

Jiang Wanbai looked at Qi Qingxing, and met his eyes. The meaning in their eyes was similar, and they always felt that this matter was a little strange.

Since there is the same money to take, but not less to him, why do we have to let green bamboo send it back? And I didn't want any money, and I didn't worry that Qingzhu would not pay back the story book.

"I'll see it later." Qi Qingxing reaches out his hand and takes the script. He doesn't let Jiang Wanbai watch while walking.

Jiang Wanbai didn't resist. Anyway, she felt dizzy while walking. Both of them agreed that there might be something strange about the villager.

Nowadays, the weather is cold, so few people come to the temple. Most of the people who come to eat in the dining hall are monks, only a few Pilgrims. Every time Mrs. Qi takes people up the mountain, they eat in their rooms.

This time is no exception. Except for Jiang Wanbai and Qi Qingxing, Mrs. Qi and others still eat in their rooms. The servants come to the dining hall to take the food back.

Jiang Wanbai felt that she came to have a meal to see what the dining hall in the temple looked like. After dinner, she walked around. Anyway, she was the first time to come and was very curious about everything.

And Qi Qingxing is naturally to accompany her.

The dining hall is very large, a bit similar to the kind of canteen Jiang Wanbai saw in the 21st century. However, compared with the canteen in the 21st century, the dining hall here does not have incandescent lamps, nor modern decoration and windows selling various kinds of food and snacks.

There are no windows here, but when they are inside, there are more than a dozen monks standing in front of buckets or pots. Monks and pilgrims go to get their own bowls and chopsticks, and then they go to cook or take steamed bread and vegetables.

Jiang Wanbai originally thought it was boiled cabbage or radish, but he refused the offer of red beans to help rice. He took a bowl with Qi Qingxing and found out that it was not what she thought.

At least not as dull as she thought.

It is true that all vegetables, even steamed buns are vegetable steamed buns, but you can see the smell of oil, and everyone has a boiled egg.

Although in the 21st century, there are monks among the people she meets, and those monks are all drunk and have no excessive restrictions on their appetite.

But this is not the 21st century. However, Jiang Wanbai did not know what the ancient monks ate. He only imagined it.

She did not ask directly in front of the monks, but when she returned to the table and there was no one around, Jiang Wanbai approached Qi Qingxing and asked her questions in a low voice.

"Monks in this dynasty can really touch these things. Moreover, the cooking oil in temples is not meat oil." Qi Qingxing explained.