At nine o’clock in the morning the next day, a truck full of wood came up the mountain.
The south of the village was a relatively high place. Under normal circumstances, very few people would pass by.
When the people in the mushroom house heard the noise outside, they all came out to take a look.
“That seems to be going to Qingfeng Temple,”Huang Sanshi said as he watched the truck leave.
“Qingfeng Temple? Why did Abbey Dean Ning buy so much wood?”Little Sister Feng asked curiously.
“Why don’t we go and take a look?”Peng Xiaochang suggested.
“Don’t go there all the time. It’s always a group of people. People think we’re going there.”Huang Sanshi shook his head. He really wanted to go there.
He rihuo once said in a program that there were two very dedicated people in the circle: Huang Sanshi and SA Xiaoning. As long as he chatted with them, he felt that they knew everything and could say whatever they wanted.