Seeing Zhang Fangqing limping, Zhou Maolin didn't think much and nodded: "Then you have to think about it. You will get work points for repairing the canal and you can have enough to eat. If you don't come, someone else will sharpen their brains and dig in.
Come on, when the time comes, there will be no place for you. You won’t be able to participate even if you want to."
"It's okay, it's okay. I've been suffering from rheumatism in my leg for the past few days, and it hurts a lot when I exert force. I have to get better. Work points are a small thing, but if my leg becomes lame, it's a big deal." Zhang Fangqing pounded it with his hands.
He touched his knees and looked like he was in pain.
"Okay, you should pay more attention to yourself. Heyuan is really a headache." Zhou Maolin frowned.
"Secretary Maolin, the Heyuan incident happened because of the construction of the public canal. After all, it was because of official duties. Logically, we should be judged as a martyr. Only in this way can the life of the orphans and widows of the Heyuan family go on. When people die,
It is important that he be buried as soon as possible and win the title of martyr for him," Zhang Fangqing said.
Zhou Maolin nodded: "You are right. I have to go to the commune in the afternoon and tell Secretary Shi that Heyuan is repairing canals for the whole commune. This matter has happened and the commune must take care of it."
Zhang Fangqing spoke for Zhou Heyuan and felt a little more at ease. When there was a funeral in the village, every household would go over to help. However, Zhang Fangqing listened to Zhang Taijin's warning and was not prepared to participate in this matter.
After returning home, Zhang Fangqing went directly to his father, Zhang Dingshan.
"Sir, Taoist Zhang said you know what's going on with that tomb in Luopan Mountain. What's going on?"
Zhang Dingshan smoked a dry cigarette, raised his head and glanced at Zhang Fangqing, but said nothing.
Zhang Fangqing walked over and took a handful of cut tobacco from Zhang Dingshan's tobacco bag, cut a small piece of paper from a piece of draft paper, put the cut tobacco on it and pinched it into a handful, then rolled it into a long cone, and then rolled the inside from the open end.
Tie the shredded tobacco tightly and put a fire on the end of Zhang Dingshan's cigarette rod. This simple cigarette does not taste good. The smoke produced when the draft paper burns is very large and there is an unpleasant smell. The tobacco leaves are also grown at home.
After drying, it is directly cut into shredded tobacco without any processing. Apart from a hint of the unique flavor of tobacco leaves, it tastes no better than smoking a handful of leaves. There are some people in the village who are addicted to smoking, but there are no smokers at home.
If you have shredded tobacco, just pick up a few leaves and chop them into pieces, or you can make do with it. Many people smoke just to enjoy the habit of puffing away smoke. It really doesn’t matter what kind of leaves they smoke.
"Cough cough cough."
The dry smoke was very strong, and after Zhang Fangqing took a sip, he coughed violently.
"After so many years, fewer and fewer people remember that tomb. Brother, don't try to earn work points for repairing the canal. It will be over if you don't have enough to eat. If you touch that tomb, you will die.
In order to deal with the things in the tomb, several people died in our village. It was difficult to seal the things in the grave. Now that the tomb has been bombed, the things may come out again and cause trouble." Zhang Dingshan shook his head.
After finishing smoking the tobacco in the pot, he placed the end of the tobacco rod on the threshold and knocked it a few times, knocking out all the ash from the pot. He did not continue smoking, and inserted the dry tobacco rod into the belt around his waist.
"Sir, please don't tell half of your story. What is in that grave?" Zhang Fangqing asked hurriedly when he saw that Zhang Dingshan was showing signs of leaving.
"It's better that you don't know about that thing. Anyway, just don't get close to it. You shouldn't be able to escape." Zhang Dingshan walked slowly towards the village.
There is a huge landscape tree in the Xianji Bridge Brigade, which is a big camphor tree. In the past, people in Xianji Bridge often practiced superstition under the big camphor tree. So you can often see some bowls covering the ground under the tree. These bowls are placed there
No one will touch it for fear of getting involved in something unlucky.
The canopy of the big camphor tree is huge, covering an acre of field. The big camphor tree is a paradise for egrets. Because the big camphor tree has a magical color, the little kids in the brigade don't dare to go to the big camphor tree to cause trouble, so the egret's nest is
It is well protected by the large camphor tree. During the heron breeding season, hundreds of herons often gather on the tree.
It's good to enjoy the shade under the big tree. I don't know in what era, the ancestors of Xianji Bridge placed many square stone bars under the tree. Since people often come here to enjoy the cool air, the stones are bare.
People in Xianjiqiao like to go here when they have nothing to do, especially those who are Zhang Dingshan's age. They like to sit with their peers in the brigade, smoke a few pots of tobacco, and chat about important matters.
"Why do I like this? I only half-talk." Zhang Fangqing looked at Zhang Dingshan's back helplessly, knowing that his old man had a stubborn temper, and he couldn't ask anything he didn't want to talk about.
Chang Xing was very interested in the affairs of the Xianji Bridge Brigade. After Zhang Fangqing left, he asked his master: "Is there a grave in Luopan Mountain of Xianji Bridge? Is it a zombie?"
"Don't talk nonsense. It's not a zombie. Don't ask about this. You can't tell." Zhang Taijin said.
"Why can't you say that? We are Taoist priests and cultivators. What kind of monsters should we be afraid of?" Chang Xing asked in confusion.
"You are a shitty Taoist. You haven't even understood the Purity Sutra. Don't you want to learn the Dharma? Let me first ask you whether you can endure suffering?" Zhang Taijin immediately changed the topic.
Chang Xing was much more interested in magic than the tomb in Luopan Mountain, so he immediately threw the tomb out of sight: "Master, you should have told me earlier. I can afford any hardship."
"That's right. When the master is ready, he will let you start practicing Taoism. However, the ugly thing is ahead. Once you invite the ancestor, there is no reason to be lazy. The family tradition left by the ancestor cannot tolerate mercy.
" Zhang Taijin warned.
"Master, please don't underestimate me. Although I haven't grown up yet and am not tall, I can afford hardship." Chang Xing had no idea what the days to come would mean.
"That's good. Master has prepared the three animals and then invites the ancestor to formally teach Taoism." Zhang Taijin smiled slightly.
Zhang Taijin actually did not want to teach Taoism to Chang Xing so early, but after what happened at Xianji Bridge, Zhang Taijin finally changed his mind.
The way of the world is becoming more and more difficult for Zhang Taijin to understand. Zhang Taijin also feels that his Taoism has made no progress, but his body has begun to decline. If something happens, he is a little worried about how Chang Xing can survive alone in this world.
Giving him the ability may be the best choice.
"Oh oh oh..."
A few days later, a crisp rooster crow came from the Xianji Bridge at the foot of the mountain, and Fengmei Village was still shrouded in white. Chang Xing was already called by Zhang Taijin.
