"Taoist Master, why are you doing it?" Zhang Fangqing was a little puzzled when he saw that the Taoist priest also picked up a hoe and joined the work team.
"Xing'er also wants to come to this school to study. I can't stand by and watch. I'm old and can't read a few words. Xing'er can learn a few more words when he comes to the school." The old Taoist said with a smile.
"Then there's no need for you, old man, to do the work. We have so many young people here, so you can just cheer us up." Zhang Fangqing said.
"I want peace of mind." Lao Tao insisted stubbornly.
When the old Taoist priest came down from the mountain, he thought about coming to work, and even prepared the hoe. Since the hoe was refined by the Taoist master last time, it has become extremely sharp, and the old Taoist can't put it down. In the past, growing vegetables was a natural thing.
, now I often go to the vegetable field to weed, just like the old farmers in Xianjiqiao.
The place where this school is built is a barren hill. Why is it a barren hill? It’s because the soil here is not good, very barren, and there is a lot of yellow plum stone (mud shale) in the soil. The soil layer is not thick, and you can dig it with a hoe.
Huangmei Stone. Huangmei Stone is not very hard and cannot withstand pressure even when used to build roads. Even thatch is difficult to grow on such a mountain. It would be strange if it did not turn into a barren mountain.
It is very difficult to dig this kind of barren mountain. That is to say, Xianjiqiao has abundant labor force. Even a little tapping can level this barren mountain.
The old Taoist raised his hoe and dug it in without any effort.
When others saw Lao Tao's posture, they expected that the hoe would jump up immediately. The soil was too hard, so the villagers used sharp shovels to dig out the yellow plum stones first. The hoe was only used to dig the soil and stones into the bamboo basket.
"puff!"
But what is surprising is that Lao Tao's hoe sank into the soil easily. With a light pry, he dug out a large piece. At first, others thought that Lao Dao was lucky enough to dig into the loess, but who knew that Lao Tao pried it off?
A large piece is actually made of yellow plum stone, and it is still a large piece.
"How is this possible?" Xiao Dajiang didn't believe his eyes.
The old Taoist didn't care about the eyes of the people around him, and he still dug with his hoe. Anyway, the hoe was really easy to use, and it took no effort at all. Otherwise, at his age, the old Taoist wouldn't be able to do such a job.
The people around him were surprised at first and then frightened later on, but they took it for granted. No one thought that the old Taoist's hoe was weird, but thought that the old Taoist used Taoism.
Zhou Maolin heard that Lao Dao had also joined the work team and hurried over.
"Taoist Priest, why do you, old man, do the work yourself?"
The old Taoist smiled and said: "I'm afraid that when the school is built, you people in Xianjiqiao won't let my disciples come in to study. They will say that I haven't contributed to the construction of the school."
"Who dares to say that? Let me see if I don't tear his mouth apart." Zhou Maolin said quickly.
The old Taoist laughed and said, "Just kidding. Building a school is a great good deed that has immeasurable merit. I'll come over here to do some work and accumulate some virtue for my disciple."
"Taoist Master, everyone in our team has work points when they come to work. How about I give you work points as well?" Zhou Maolin said.
"What do I need work points for? Just provide food for me and my disciples. It doesn't matter what the food is. As long as we have enough to eat," the old Taoist said.
"Yes, I will calculate the work points on whichever restaurant you go to for dinner." Zhou Maolin said.
"Then I'll go to Fang Qing's house to have a meal, and you can give him your work points," the old Taoist said.
The old Taoist's work points are really not for nothing. He uses the power of the hoe to work no slower than ordinary young people.
However, the old man was getting older after all. At noon, the sun became very hot, and the old man began to sweat all over his body, and his clothes began to be soaked with sweat.
Zhang Fangqing's mother-in-law Zhou Ping brought tea. Zhang Fangqing quickly called to the Taoist: "Taoist Master, come here for a break and have a sip of tea."
The tea that people in Xianjiqiao drink is not ordinary tea, but leaves picked from a local shrub called "cotton tea". The tea brewed from this leaf is bright red.
The drink tasted very sweet and quenched his thirst. The old Taoist put down his hoe, took the enamel cup handed over by Zhang Fangqing, and drank a large cup of tea in one gulp. His fatigue seemed to be completely washed away by this cup of tea.
"I'm old and useless. I've only been working for a while and I can't do it anymore." The old man shook his head.
"Taoist Master, you have done just as much as the younger ones. You see, you have dug such a large area, and you have become two younger generations." Zhang Fangqing stood up and picked up the old Taoist's hoe, ready to try digging. As soon as he got started with the hoe,
, Zhang Fangqing felt that this hoe was unusual. When he touched it in his hand, it felt like it was growing in his hand. It was neither light nor heavy, and it felt very comfortable.
"Taoist Master, can I use this hoe of yours?" The more Zhang Fangqing touched it, the more he couldn't put it down.
"Whatever." The old man didn't care.
Zhang Fangqing raised his hoe and dug hard into the soil slope.
"puff!"
The hoe made a crisp sound and suddenly sank into the soil. With a little force, a large piece of earth and rock collapsed from the slope. Zhang Fangqing's eyes widened. He didn't use much force at all just now.
He quickly raised the hoe again, and without much effort, he dug it down. Once again, he easily dug out a large piece of earth and rock. Zhang Fangqing dug harder and harder, and dug out a large piece in one breath. The collapsed earth and rock formed a pile.
hill.
"Is the hoe useful?" the old man laughed.
"It's easy to use." Zhang Fangqing said excitedly.
"This hoe is easy to use." The old Taoist nodded.
Zhang Fangqing looked at the old Taoist eagerly, waiting for the old Taoist to continue. According to the normal routine, the old Taoist should not say readily, Fang Qing, this hoe will be yours from now on. But because of Mao, the old Taoist always kept laughing.
, but always don’t go on?
"Your tea is delicious. I want to drink another cup," the old Taoist said.
It turned out that I wanted to drink tea. Zhang Fangqing quickly took the enamel cup from the old Taoist's hand and asked his mother-in-law to pour him a cup. Isn't it easy to drink tea? It's not a rare treasure, every household has it, right?
"Taoist Master, you drink tea." Zhang Fangqing said.
The old Taoist drank the tea in another gulp, and then said slowly: "This is the only hoe I have. Don't make any decisions."
Zhang Fangqing's eyes widened, "Old Taoist Master, you are so naughty! You don't play by the rules at all!"
The old Taoist smiled and said: "It's almost time to rest and we have to start work. We also have to be worthy of our work points. Fang Qing, tell them to hurry up. The soil here is piled up and it's hard to dig."
"Dasong, hurry up. The soil here is piled up into mountains." Zhang Fangqing shouted.
Some people just like to do this kind of public work. The young people in Dasong have no intention of working at all and always stare at the house of the young woman who comes to deliver tea.
