Fangzheng looked at the large group of people who had even their children in tow. He knew life wasn't easy for them, so he couldn't bring himself to disappoint them. He asked, "Patrons, why didn't you clear the wheat fields in the northern China region, but ended up all the way here?"
"Sigh… It's a long story. Venerable One, I'm sorry, but we still need to rush. We don't have time to chat with you." The man shook his head and prepared to bid him farewell and leave.
At that moment, a shout sounded.
"Abbot Fangzheng, what brings you here?" Fangzheng looked back and saw Wang Yougui walking over happily. He looked like something joyous had happened. He was grinning so widely that the corners of his mouth nearly reached his ears.
"Amitabha. It's the autumn harvest. This Penniless Monk came with his disciples to help and experience the autumn harvest. Patron, where are you going?"
