Yao Yao has a quiet way, and is dim and silent in the emptiness. The body is pure and has no abode, and both the color and the heart are silent. This is the true sect.
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"Master, why did you let them all go?" Chang Xing felt extremely regretful when he saw the few hens and pheasants that had escaped.
"If master doesn't give you food, will you be hungry?" Zhang Taijin said with a smile.
"Of course I'm hungry. Master, why don't you give me food? Is it because there is no rice? Master, you should bring more rice back next time you go down the mountain, otherwise Xing'er will starve to death." Chang Xing's thoughts
Obviously it's different from adults.
"If the master doesn't bring rice back, Xing'er will be hungry. If the hen pheasant doesn't bring worms back, her cubs will also be hungry." Zhang Taijin said.
"Master said just now that the hen pheasant had eggs in its belly, why do you say it has cubs now?" Chang Xing immediately caught Zhang Taijin's words.
"Uh." Zhang Taijin scratched his head, with a hint of embarrassment on his face.
"Master, there are chicken legs to eat. Let's go back quickly." Chang Xing did not take advantage of the victory. He just wanted to eat chicken legs now. The male pheasant weighs three or four kilograms, and the chicken legs are not as small as the old hen.
There are also some very long feathers, which are really beautiful.
The two masters carried a pheasant back to the Patriarch's Temple. After a while, a strong smell of chicken filled the Patriarch's Temple.
Chang Xing stood guard in front of the iron pot, eager to open the lid, grab the chicken drumstick and take a few bites.
"Master, when is the best time? Don't stew the chicken legs to pieces." Chang Xing said.
"This male pheasant is an old chicken that has been around for many years. You won't be able to chew it until it's stewed a little bit. Don't be anxious. When you go out, Master made a wish to the Grandmaster. You must pay respect to the Grandmaster first, and then you can
Move your mouth." Zhang Taijin said.
Chang Xing wouldn't blame the Patriarch. Anyway, the Patriarch wouldn't really eat a piece of chicken every time. Let him smell it first, just smell it first.
"Gudu!" Chang Xing was really hungry, which made Zhang Taijin feel a little heartbroken.
At the foot of Fengmeizhai Mountain, there is now a busy scene. Red flags are fluttering in the wind. The Xianjiqiao production team is repairing the canal. Hundreds of men in fine clothes are sweating profusely on the hillside. Even women and children are on the production line.
Zhou Maolin, secretary of the Xianjiqiao Production Brigade, shouted loudly to the members: "Members, let's work hard. The great leader said that socialism must be done quickly, efficiently and economically. We must also hurry up the water conservancy project construction in Xianjiqiao.
Try to get the water connection fixed before planting the early rice. The fields are still waiting for water from the ditch to irrigate!"
"Secretary Maolin, we have plenty of strength, and we can work very hard, but we can't use up our strength even if we don't have enough food. The King of Hell is no worse than a hungry ghost, so you have to let us work well enough!" said the speaker!
It’s Zhang Fangqing, a plasterer in the village. Zhang Fangqing is very strong, with strong muscles in his arms and legs. He can still run even if he weighs 150 to 60 pounds. He also has a big appetite, which even the men and women in the village can’t eat.
Small. If you pull any young man out, a pound of rice can only make up for the bottom. A man like Zhang Fangqing can eat three or four pounds without hiccups. There is not much oil and water in vegetables these days, and all the energy is provided by rice. It takes a village to find it.
There is less than a fat person. Fat people in this era are definitely a symbol of wealth, so being fat is also called getting fat. Only when you are rich can you become fat.
"There's nothing to say about this. Secretary Shi of the commune has allocated a batch of rice for us. Anyone who works these days will have enough food!" Zhou Maolin said passionately.
Zhou Maolin's words made the members of the Xianjiqiao Brigade burst into cheers. For people in this period, having a full meal is the best thing.
Everyone's motivation suddenly increased. Although people these days are all sallow and thin, they are more energetic than the last.
"Ouch, my mother! I dug up a stone!" Ma Benfu, a member of the commune, raised his hoe high. When the hoe entered the soil not very deep, it suddenly made a clanking sound. It seemed that he had dug up a stone, and Ma Benfu's hand shook.
A tingling sensation.
No one paid much attention to it. It was very normal to find stones on this barren mountain.
Ma Benfu didn't take it seriously. He spit on his hands, rubbed his hands, and started working again with the hoe.
Everyone in the village strives to be the best, and no one has the nerve to be lazy. Especially young men, they dare not be lazy, otherwise it will be spread out, and it will be difficult to find a mother-in-law. Whose girl is willing to marry a second-rate man?
Ma Benfu had just excavated the stone, so he could only clean the surface soil first to expose the stone, and then either knock it off with a sledgehammer or blow it up with a cannon.
But when Ma Benfu cleared away the soil, the original shape of the things inside was revealed.
"Isn't this a tomb?" Ma Benfu's expression changed. It was not a good thing to dig a dead person's grave.
The members of the production team looked at it and saw that it was really a tomb. This tomb was very particular. It should have been made of glutinous rice juice mixed with triple soil. It was harder than stone. Ma Benfu had already removed the top layer of soil, revealing the clear outline of the tomb.
"Secretary Maolin, what should we do? Why don't we call Taoist Zhang from the Patriarch's Temple?" Zhang Fangqing is a plasterer, so he is very clear about some things.
Zhou Maolin refused to do it: "You can't call me Taoist Zhang. We are engaged in a production movement. If the commune finds out that we have invited Taoist priests to engage in superstitious activities, they will definitely arrest the role models. I don't want to go to the stage and become a negative role model. We at Xianji Bridge
The brigade cannot be a negative example."
"Secretary Maolin, this grave is not an ordinary grave. We in Xianjiqiao don't have many local tyrants and evil gentry, and there are only a few rich peasants. Where did such a sophisticated tomb come from? If the grave is so sophisticated, the owner of this tomb must have a good background.
, we dug up someone’s grave like this, I’m afraid it’s not good. If there is a curse placed on this tomb, our Xianjiqiao brigade will be in great misfortune! If you want me to see it, I’d better call Daozhang Zhang. We are all here
As long as we don't tell anyone about it, who in the Xianji Bridge Brigade will know that we have invited a Taoist priest?" Xiao Dajiang, the carpenter, also said worriedly.
"No! There is no wall in the world that has to be ventilated. Building a canal is a big deal and cannot leave any stain." Zhou Maolin firmly refused.
"Then what should we do with this tomb? It was built with glutinous rice mixed with Sanhe mud. The stones are all granite and cannot be moved with a hammer. We have to fire a cannon. If the cannon is fired, the coffin inside will be blown to pieces.
, they can’t even move their graves. This is equivalent to digging up other people’s ancestral graves and offending them to death.” Zhang Fangqing said.
"I went to the commune to ask for explosives and blew up this tomb. The great leader once said that all reactionaries are paper tigers! Even dead reactionaries are the same!" Zhou Maolin called over the walking tractor driver of the brigade and sat down
