Lu Zhengkang felt a violent vibration, like a small boat floating in the middle of a rough ocean.
He tried hard to open his eyes, but of course it was not difficult. He did it, and what caught his eyes was half of the stars and the moon, and a woman's face.
Lu Zhengkang could only see her lower jaw, but this woman had a double chin.
A man said: "Madam, just stay here. Just put Dezhang in the pavilion. In half a watch, there will be monks and monks slandering the water bearers. You will definitely see Li'er then." His Central Plains accent was very strong.
Strong, but the tone is not generous and hearty at all.
Lu Zhengkang looked at the stars for a while and felt his eyelids were heavy, so he simply closed his eyes.
The woman holding him said sadly: "This is midnight, the child won't catch a cold, right?" This Wu Nong's soft words sounded a bit like singing, crisp and graceful, just like the chirping of birds on the branches in spring.
"It's hot now, and it's still cool at night. Just wrap the baby clothes tightly." The man said in a hasty tone, "Hurry up, madam..."
Lu Zhengkang was a little tired and sleepy.
In a daze, the woman, who was my mother in this life, breastfed me for the last time.
The sweet juice slides into the tender intestines, and what is engraved in the bones are sad memories.
After sleeping drowsily for a long time, Lu Zhengkang was awakened again by the sound of footsteps.
When you open your eyes, all you see are shiny bald heads. These lightbulb heads can give the world ten times the brightness through the sparse moonlight. It's really admirable.
"Brother Liao Kong, look at it! Another child has been abandoned by cruel parents!" An excited baritone began to ramble, "If you ask me, this world is getting worse and worse than before. At that time, there were
With official control, at least we people in the Songshan area can live and work in peace and contentment..."
"Okay, okay, the six senses of a monk are pure, don't talk about these useless things." Another monk stopped the baritone's tirade.
"Oh, okay, but..."
"Hey, hey, hey! Stop, stop, stop! It's okay!" A smart voice came through.
"Why can't I say a few words anymore!"
"Liao'an, why don't you practice closed-mouth meditation!"
"How can you bear to keep me silent..."
Lu Zhengkang knew that whether he could survive would depend on the outcome of the discussion between these monks, so he stayed awake.
The more these monks talked, the happier they became, and the more they talked, the more lively they became. They started shouting and arguing with each other, buzzing like flies in a butcher's shop in summer. Lu Zhengkang had a splitting headache.
Suddenly, a thunderous shout came from outside the pavilion: "What are you little bald donkeys talking about! Hurry up and get water for me! If the kitchen water tank is not filled before dawn, you will all copy the scriptures a hundred times!"
"Oh yo!"
"Mom!"
"It's Uncle Jueguang!"
"Slip!"
This group of unreliable monks ran away with their buckets clinking.
Lu Zhengkang: “…”
He reluctantly opened his eyes and saw an overcooked black egg.
"Another miserable baby, alas! Forget it, from now on, just follow me, an old bald donkey, and just be a little bald donkey!" Jueguang picked up the swaddling clothes, used Qinggong and rushed to the temple.
Lu Zhengkang heard a small breeze blowing by his ears, and he seemed to be sitting on a rubber ball, bouncing up and down, and he finally couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep again.
…
When you wake up again, you will start a new life.
It is still very difficult to feed babies. The Shaolin Temple has adopted many abandoned babies, so they went to the nearby Jianchuan Town to hire some old mothers to help take care of the children.
In order to avoid suspicion, the baby was kept in a small courtyard outside the temple, guarded by several young monks, and protected from attacks by jackals, tigers and leopards.
Lu Zhengkang is the most well-behaved child. After all, he doesn’t cry or make trouble. He is also cute, so he is the most popular among the old women. These middle-aged and elderly women bring warmed cow and goat milk, or boiled rice porridge.
, working in three shifts, feeding the children one by one and taking care of them, very patiently. In their view, this is doing good deeds, and of course they still have to get rewarded.
Although the monks have built temples with Buddha statues and offered incense to them, and they appear to be very wealthy, firstly, Shaolin is a Zen sect, not a Pure Land sect, so it is relatively poor. Secondly, most of the money on hand is used to purchase medicinal materials, renovate courtyards, and whitewash golden bodies.
Therefore, these bald donkeys are very poor, and the rewards given to the women are actually consecrated bracelets, handwritten scriptures and the like.
Lu Zhengkang listened to the chats of these garrulous women and knew that they would sell these consecrated ornaments at a good price to support their families.
This tourism economy is indeed of the same origin.
In later generations, people who go to temples will inevitably buy some so-called consecrated Buddhist beads. Ordinary things can still sell for ridiculously high prices. I really don’t know if the believers are pious, or the monks are good at doing business, or it’s just a wish.
Hit one and be willing to suffer.
…
The brain of a baby is very active, but also very childish. Active means active development, and childish means childish development.
Therefore, Lu Zhengkang spends a lot of time sleeping, taking up most of the day.
Now that there is no dream world of insects, his dreams have become ordinary dreams, and his sleep is just for sleep.
Everything goes back to simple and ordinary days.
Sometimes he would wake up in the middle of the night. He was too hungry to sleep, so he would look at the moonlight leaking in through the window of the wing.
The night wind in the mountain forest blows, the rustling of leaves, accompanied by the chirping of cicadas, and the artistic conception of summer is fully revealed.
The small pond in the courtyard was very lively. Although Lu Zhengkang could not see the pool with his own eyes, he could hear the whisper of duckweeds colliding, the quiet sleep talk of water lilies, the sound of dragonflies splashing on the water, and the sound of toads entering the water.
Crush the moonlight.
Lu Zhengkang can often only enjoy short-term tranquility, because there are always other children who wake up in the middle of the night and cry loudly, destroying all the beautiful scenery at once.
The women who were lying on their mats and keeping vigil were awakened by the loud cries. They held an oil lamp in their hands and comforted the babies one by one.
If they wake up all the children, they won't have to sleep at night.
Lu Zhengkang always takes the opportunity to ask for something to eat. Children should not be hungry, as it will affect their development and it will be embarrassing.
After several visits, the old ladies became familiar with Lu Zhengkang's temperament. Even if he didn't take the initiative to scream, they would check to see if he was awake in the middle of the night.
Time passed by little by little, and soon autumn arrived. The water level in the pond in the yard dropped. This small world was more sensitive than the big world and fell silent early.
As the weather turned colder, the monks brought home-made cotton quilts, the windows were covered with paper to block the cold wind, and the women who kept watch at night also folded up their floor mats and lay on narrow Kangs.
Chapter completed!