People's hearts are changing, people's senses are changing, but the mountains have not changed at all. Whether it is the bandits from Yuanshan passing by his feet, or the celebrities passing by him, the treatment is the same, the light blue cold
Fog will always wet your clothes.
So when Yun Zheng came out of the thick fog, his clothes were already wet. He and Han Niu jumped into their house, ignoring that the bacon was still roasting by the stove, and the two of them started
After taking off his clothes and shirt, Yun Zheng saw that Ba Po was still not out, so he pointed at the door angrily. Ba Po curled his lips and walked out with Yun Er.
Three or two took off their pants, two of them were only wearing shorts, and one of them was wrapped in a blanket and shivering by the stove.
"Master, there are no gods on the mountain!"
"Nonsense, of course there are no gods. I just want to test how long it takes us to climb from the bottom of the mountain to the top."
"Ah? But that's not what you said before. You said there might be gods on the mountain and asked me if I wanted to see it."
"Yes, there may be, or there may not be. Otherwise, how could you possibly go up the mountain with me and endure the cold?"
Han Niu stopped talking and buried his head in the blanket, vowing never to listen to the young master's nonsense again. Bacon came in from the outside again and brought a jar of meat porridge. This thing is better than ginger soup and the like.
Keeps the body warm.
Hanniu wasn't angry anymore. He filled a bowl for Yunzheng and then ate from the jar himself. He never lost to anyone in terms of food intake. Bacon picked up the clothes that Yunzheng and Hanniu had thrown on the ground and felt that they were very heavy.
, frowning and taking out two dark things from Yun Zheng's pocket. They were stones.
Yun Zheng sighed. He took the stone from Bacon's hand and threw it into the stove. After a while, thick smoke came out of the stove and was discharged out of the house by the chimney made of bamboo tubes.
It’s just coal. I went up the mountain today just to find this thing. Ever since the boy who cut wood gave the coal he picked up as a treasure to Yunzheng, he thought there were coal mines on this mountain. The result was disappointing. There were only very few coal mines on the mountain.
There is a little carbon layer, and it has been dug out. Judging from the combustion test just now, the bit of coal here has no use value. It is heavy sulfur-containing bituminous coal. There is no way to use such coal.
Heating. Not even for blacksmithing.
Yes. Sichuan has never been a place that produces coal. The copper here should be very famous, but unfortunately the production area is not in this generation. God does not bless this barren land.
There is no way to talk about such thoughts to Han Niu. He can only bury them in his heart. He will leave Dousha Village in three days. He originally wanted to leave some wealth to the village, but unfortunately, God did not follow his wishes and opened a marriage with himself.
joke.
Mr. Peng Li has already left, without disturbing anyone when he left, just as quietly as when he came. He wrote a letter to Yun Zheng saying a lot of things that need to be prepared. He does not need to take exams.
It is very important for students to enter school, pay homage to their teachers, and leave a reputation in the circle of scholars. They must attend the cultural gatherings in spring no matter what. If you want to attend the literary gatherings in time for the apricot blossoms to bloom, there is no way.
Celebrating the New Year in the village.
The wind blows the plum blossoms, and the rain is red and the apricots are fragrant. In fact, Yun Zheng doesn't like such arty gatherings at all. He can't compose poems, and he hasn't developed the habit. Although there are a lot of poems for him to copy, Yun Zheng
Do you feel that you have lost your own spirit? The dignified elites of later generations cannot make a breakthrough in the world without relying on those poems?
What's more, Su Shi is about to become famous all over the world. No matter how much he plagiarizes, he will never be matched by others. What's fake is just fake. Without the corresponding cultivation, he writes poems that are beyond his own knowledge and is ridiculed by the world. In the end,
The important point is that it will ruin your own reputation. Although poetry is important, it is far inferior to the classics. My own knowledge is all about worldly things. If I write like Liu Yong, Lan Zhou will make me laugh. Holding hands and looking at each other with tears in his eyes.
, was speechless and choked. Such poems seemed frivolous. He had no chance to be a scholar-bureaucrat in his life, and could only end up writing lyrics for orders. I would never dare to imitate him, but as a fan of this guy, he might be a fan of this guy in Bianliang City, Tokyo.
can see him.
The atmosphere in the village was very depressing. The old patriarch visited the Yun family eight times a day. Although he would be safe and sound with Xanthium and the others escorting him along the way, the old man still said the same thing he had told him a dozen times.
"When traveling, don't be greedy for the distance and miss your accommodation. When taking a boat, don't take a small boat to save money. You must take a big boat. Our family does not lack the two copper coins. Don't cause trouble on the road, but when something happens, we don't want to
Afraid of getting into trouble, people nowadays are bullies and afraid of the tough. If you bully them, they will be soft...
When you arrive in Chengdu, remember to write more letters, and never forget the old man and Dou Sha Village..."
In the end, no one felt comfortable. The old man wiped his dry eyes with his sleeve, coughed and left with his hands behind his back. However, he would come back within an hour and repeat what he just said.
This kind of brainwashing indoctrination is effective. At least Yun Zheng already believes that he will visit Dousha Village often in his lifetime. This is no longer a polite statement, but to soothe these precious feelings.
In the past three days, Yunzheng drank a lot and ate a lot of food from other people. He never left the village. He had to be carried back by Han Niu every night. When he came back, he was already unconscious.
I declined Magistrate Liu's banquet, I declined the Liang family's banquet, I also declined the drug store's banquet. To be honest, the only connection I can have with these people is profit. As long as I can bring benefits to them,
It doesn't make much difference to them whether they are at the end of the world or at the end of the sea.
It was another gray morning. One ox cart and three mule carts took all the belongings of the Yun family away from Dousha Village. Eight of the toughest hunters protected them and slowly walked up the mountain.
path in between.
I don’t know how far I have walked, but I can still vaguely hear the voice of the old patriarch’s instructions...
When the convoy passed through Dousha Pass, the pavilion was overcrowded. Magistrate Liu personally bid farewell in the pavilion, along with Mr. Liang and Liang Qi standing there handsomely.
Without saying a word, Magistrate Liu stepped forward and hugged him and said in his ear: "Take care, I'm leaving. Remember, never leave Doucha County."
Magistrate Liu's newly made official uniform was very beautiful. He was a little unaccustomed to Yun Zheng's affectionate gestures, but he hugged Yun Zheng and said, "Old Liu, I wish you a roll call at Donghua Gate!"
"This is necessary. When I become a high official, I will give you a chance to flatter you!"
The two people's voices were very low. After they finished speaking, they slapped each other and laughed. A new round of exchange of interests was completed. County Magistrate Liu needed to help him take care of the blind date in Dousha Village. Yun Zheng promised not to forget him when he gets rich in the future.
"We are going through a long journey, so young brother, you should take good care of yourself. Here is a brocade robe, reserved for use on the road. Although it is not expensive, it is good for covering the wind and cold. We will talk more about it after I return to Chengdu."
Mr. Liang seemed a little regretful for some reason. He glanced at his daughter and sighed, then waved goodbye and took Liang Qi's hand to get into the carriage first. Before he could leave as a traveler, they left first.
"It's a pity that the daughter of the Liang family is considered to be of the highest caliber, yet you look down upon her. The Liang family is a wealthy family in Chengdu. Marrying their daughter will ensure that you have a smooth life."
"Forget it. I'm only fourteen years old this year. I don't plan to get involved in matters between men and women before I turn eighteen. Lao Liu, I'm leaving. You should take good care of yourself."
Amidst the sounds of caution, Yun Zheng left Dou Sha Pass, sat on the shaft of the carriage, looked at the Baiyun Mountain not far ahead and shouted: "Monk! I'm leaving!" The voice echoed in the valley, Yun Zheng still
I planned to listen to the cry of Monk Wugou, but I didn’t expect Monk Wugou’s teasing laughter to be heard from a place not far ahead: “Haha, I’m right here. You shouted so loudly. I’m worried that this poor monk won’t come to see you off.”
?”
"I just didn't expect you to be so tasteless waiting on the roadside. I thought you would stand on the top of the mountain and read scriptures several times to pray for me and wish me a safe journey."
Monk Wugou looked at them one by one, hugged Yun Er, nodded his nose, and then said with a smile: "The hunters in Dou Sha Village are famous for their bravery. They are escorted by eight warriors. You still have
What are you dissatisfied with? When Wu Ding left Shu, there were only five of them, and you have eight of them, so this journey must be extremely safe."
"Don't use those five unlucky ghosts to compare the men in our village. You are not the foolish king of Shu. Monk, I'm leaving. Take care of yourself. If one day my influence is enough to influence Zen, I will give it to you."
Build a new temple. You can decide how big or small you want it to be. If you have the ability to start a sect, I will write an article and record for you."
Wugou shook his head with a smile, and the fat on his face rippled with laughter. He patted Yun Zheng on the shoulder and said: "You are ruthless, cunning, and worldly enough. You know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. You are thick-skinned but dark-hearted. You are poor.
The monk doesn't know whether releasing a giant crocodile like you into the sea is a blessing or a curse. The poor monk just hopes that you won't be infamy for thousands of years.
Go, the mountains here are low and the water is shallow and cannot accommodate a giant crocodile like you. Let’s go outside and have a look, the world there is more exciting.”
After saying that, he took Yunzheng by the collar, put him on the shaft of the cart, slapped the mule on the butt, and the mule cart drove slowly on the five-foot road.
As the motorcade turned around the foot of the mountain, they heard Wugou reciting loudly in the valley: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, walking in the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, saw that the five aggregates are empty, and he can survive all the hardships. The relics are not different from empty, empty
There is no different color, color is empty, emptiness is color, and the same is true for feeling, thinking, and awareness. Relics, all dharmas are empty, neither born nor destroyed, not dirty, not pure, neither increasing nor decreasing. Therefore, there is no color in the sky, and there is no feeling.
Consciousness has no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body or mind..."
It started to be low, but then the mountains and rivers seemed to be together following the monks chanting sutras. The rolling green mist seemed to be inspired by the sutras, and very fine raindrops floated in the sky. Perhaps the willow purification bottle of Guanshiyin was pouring nectar.
Yun Zheng caught some raindrops with his hand and wanted to put it to his mouth to taste if it was sweet, but those five bold characters suddenly appeared in his mind: "Five ditches come out of respectful land." The mood he had just cultivated instantly dissipated in the rain.