The next morning, the autumn air was crisp and clear, with no clouds in the sky.
Zhuangtou's youngest son, who was sleeping on the kang, was awakened by a violent push on the door. Zhuangtou rushed to his son and shook his little boy vigorously.
"Er Zhu'er, did you wake up last night?"
Erzhu, who was looking angry when he heard Zhuangtou's question, suddenly thought of something and shook his head quickly:
"Never, never woke up. I don't know!"
"What don't you know? I remember the dog barked last night, and you seemed to have gone out with me."
"Ah? No! I don't know anything. What's wrong, daddy?"
"You come with me."
Zhuangtou couldn't help but pull up the two pillars, which were still bare buttocks. The little kid kicked off his underwear and followed Zhuangtou toward the door.
After coming out of the door, Erzhu saw his father dragging him straight towards the land where he peed last night. He leaned back and struggled backwards and said:
"It wasn't me, it wasn't me who did it!"
"I know it wasn't you, but you have to be able to do that!"
Zhuangtou dragged Erzhu to an earth wall.
"Look here!"
He pointed at the earthen wall, and Erzhu saw at this moment that there were about a hundred small characters appearing out of thin air on the originally flat loess wall.
"Dad, I didn't write this. I can't even recognize the words on it."
Erzhu hurriedly defended himself. He couldn't figure out why his urine would turn into an article on the wall. Could it be that he was a born prodigy, full of knowledge, and he could write a beautiful article just by peeing anywhere...
Zhuangtou was so angry that he slapped the second pillar:
"Repay what you wrote? It's not up to par. Hurry! Go and ask your second grandfather to come over."
"What did you ask him to do?"
"This is the person that Grandpa Jin talked about in his dream before... Qixian, the calligraphy treasure left at our house. Your second grandfather is a well-known tablet maker, so naturally he wants to carve a tablet to last for generations to come."
The more Zhuang Tou spoke, the lower his voice became. In the end, he was almost whispering to Er Zhu.
"Oh."
Erzhu agreed in a daze and ran out. When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, his eyes were as wide as bells, and he turned around and asked:
"Who left this calligraphy treasure at our house?"
"Hush! Silence! It's the Bird Fairy! The Bird Fairy!"
"How did Daddy know it was the Bird Fairy?"
Zhuangtou pulled the two pillars, pointed at the earth wall and said:
"Look at this signature, the banished bird doesn't know what year it is, but it was scrawled drunkenly on the night of the full moon."
"What do you mean?"
Zhuangtou hated that iron could not become steel, so he tried to fight, but Erzhu lay on the wall and exclaimed:
"Dad, this earthen wall is the most inaccessible, but this handwriting is still there after a night, and... and this fragrance, is it possible?"
He stretched out his index finger tremblingly. Zhuang Tou wanted to stop him, but he stopped only halfway and let Er Zhu touch the wall.
I saw a drop of amber crystal liquid on Erzhu's index finger, and he stuffed it into his mouth blankly, and said:
"Dad! This is our wine! It's really our wine, not mine..."
Shocked and speechless, he covered his mouth.
"Exiled bird... drunk with books... good wine?"
Zhuangtou murmured to himself, and suddenly shouted to Erzhu:
"Kai Tu!"
The head of the village ignored the two pillars and picked up the shovel and started digging.
Erzhu was still worried, worried that what happened last night would be exposed, so he tried to dissuade him:
"Dad, the time for this wine has not yet come, and it is not yet time to start the ceremony. This will have to be offered to the senior officials at the end of the year."
"I don't have much else to worry about at this time. I will inform the officials of the truth and help me dig up the soil."
"Oh...okay..."
Erzhu responded obediently, picked up the shovel that was taller than him, and followed suit.
Zhuangtou was so strong that he pried out more than a dozen large tanks almost alone, and called his mother-in-law to help him move them to the ground.
The woman came out of the backyard and saw that the wine jars had been dug out in advance. She was about to cry and wipe away her tears, but she stopped immediately when the head of the village stopped her.
More than a dozen large tanks were placed full in the front yard. During the transportation process, the family discovered that one of the tanks was more than half lighter than the others, but the mud seal at the mouth of the tank was not broken at all, and the tank body was also intact with no leakage.
Leakage.
"Hiccup!"
In a bird's nest on the eaves of the backyard, Cheng Yu listened to the "ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ."., .
……
"Second Grandpa, please tell me what this immortal wrote."
"That's right, second uncle, come and read it to us quickly, and we'll listen to it too."
"It's very true, maybe I can become an immortal after hearing this."
"Go! You don't know a single word, but you want to become an immortal?"
"Quiet! Ahem, I'll rinse my mouth first and then read it again."
"Gulu gulu~ Ha...uh..."
An old man with gray beard and hair but strong and strong was surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside in front of the earthen wall of Zhuangtou's house. He cupped his fists and cupped his hands at the hundred or so characters above and said loudly:
"Golden Salamander Kills the Dragon": Behind Qingluo Village, in the Yanxi Cave. You are enlightened by the immortal and given the name Yuandeng. You are kind and promising, and you practice well. Protect you and others, and you will have a good harvest. At the bottom of the river, there is a dragon.
Stealth..."
The old man's emotions became more intense as he continued to read, until he thought:
"...The thunder from the sky caused it, and it killed the dragon's head in anger. The rain and dew fell again, and the way of heaven returned its justice. I am a villager, I worshiped the culprit by mistake. I have been ignorant for several years, and I still don't reflect on myself..." At this time, I couldn't help but burst into tears.
, fell to his knees with a plop.
"Grandpa Jin, we are sorry for you and our ancestors of the Qian family!
If Grandpa Quexian hadn’t informed you, we, the mortals, would still be ignorant and you would have suffered a lot.”
The bankers behind him, whether they understood or not, all knelt down and kowtowed together to pray.
"Grandpa Jin, I made the mistake of waiting."
"Thank you, Grandpa Quexian, for leaving the calligraphy treasure and telling me to wait."
……
Cheng Yu had finished his sleep at this time and was standing on the ridge of the main house, lowering his head and looking down at the black back that was kneeling at his feet.
Last night, he was so drunk that he had a strong sense of justice. He drank half a tank of wine and wrote the whole process of Yuan Deng protecting the villagers and being assassinated.
Under the moonlight, drops of wine flowed endlessly on the earthen walls. In his previous life, he began practicing calligraphy in an elementary school interest class, and in junior high school, he began to copy the thin gold style.
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After so many years of perseverance, the silver-hooked iron painting on the earthen wall actually imitated it to a 70-80% degree according to his thoughts.
The handwriting written this time was much better than any previous post, which reminded Cheng Yu of a joke:
Brain: I know it.
Hand: Put it down...eh?
No hands...
He only needs to control it with his thoughts, and does not need to practice repeatedly to form muscle memory, so he can naturally write better than before.
But as he wrote, he consciously involved himself in Yuan Deng's tragic experience. In addition, the thin gold body had some inexplicable tragic feelings (his personal understanding), so Cheng Yu became more and more angry as he wrote, and in the end he simply turned the banker into a villain.
They also cursed each other like crazy.
Looking at the farmers kneeling in darkness, he looked up at the cloudless blue sky and murmured to himself:
"Mr. Yuan, you can go with peace of mind."
The leading old man who was kneeling below stood up, took out a stack of straw paper from his arms, rushed to the wall again, clasped his fists in salute, and spread the paper on the wall. The straw paper absorbed water, and the wine writing was naturally printed on the paper.
One by one, until they were all finished, the old man wiped the tears and snot from his beard and said to the village head:
"Old man, I will go back to select the materials and open the monument. From now on, it will be erected in front of the mountain temple so that generations of our descendants will remember Grandpa Jin's great kindness and virtue and never forget it."
After saying that, he called his apprentice and strode away.
"Second uncle, walk slowly!"
Zhuangtou shouted in the crowd, pushed aside the crowd, caught up with the old man, and said in a low voice:
"Grandpa Quexian's last few words, good wine, good wine, please ask my uncle to also engrave them on the monument..."
Seeing the frown on his second uncle's face, Zhuangtou hurriedly said: "After all, they are all written by immortals. If you omit even a few words, I might be disrespectful to the immortals."
The second uncle nodded and said with a smile:
"Okay, just engrave them all together, just a few words, don't worry."
"Second uncle is busy."
When Zhuangtou returned to the crowd, someone immediately suggested that they demolish the Dragon King Temple, destroy the dragon's clay body, throw it into the smelly toilet, and invite Grandpa Jin back. For a while, the crowd was furious and everyone was high-spirited.
"Everyone, you can go, but if you see the old gods praying for rain there, please tell me that you are going voluntarily and it has nothing to do with me."