The old cripple and his second senior brother went to the city and spent half a day buying a working bull.
This winter there was no hard work of plowing, but cattle were raised to grind flour and cultivate feelings, so that they can be used in spring next year.
After finishing dinner, the old lame man specifically stopped the visitor who had put down the dishes and chopsticks before leaving, and said: "Brother Feng, stay a moment, I have something to tell you."
Zhang Wenfeng sat down again and said with a smile: "Uncle Lame, what do you want?"
The old lame man scratched the back of his head, sat on the chair and smiled: "Brother Feng, you are not as grand as mother-in-law in doing things. I will tell you straight away. I was looking for the female thief last morning and found seven silver notes. Now I am doing it." When you need money, I will give you all the banknotes."
He took out a small stack of banknotes from his arms and handed them to the viewer who was looking at him.
The second senior brother looked at the colorful stack of banknotes, looking at this and that in surprise. He was worried that the viewer would be angry.
The old cripple is so dishonest, how could he keep so many banknotes secretly?
Zhang Wenfeng hesitated for a moment and took the banknotes with both hands. The stack of seven banknotes came from four different banks. Three were worth one hundred and four were worth fifty. In total, there were five hundred taels of silver notes, which was a lot of money.
The robber is suspicious by nature and refuses to put the money in a basket, fearing that something will go wrong and everything will be wasted.
As a result, even his life was lost on the mountain, and both his people and money were lost.
The donkey, who was licking the wine bowl, glanced at the banknotes and saw that the number of banknotes was correct. He was illiterate and had no problem recognizing simple numbers.
"How could I wrongly blame Uncle Lame for his kindness? You were worried that I was young and ignorant, so you handed all the banknotes to the government, so you kept them for me for a few days. Daoyou Fu also hinted that day that you didn't need to hand over the banknotes, so we I feel free to use it, thank you Uncle Lame! Having an old man in the family is like having a treasure!"
Zhang Wenfeng's heart dropped to the ground.
People's hearts can stand the test, and money can also inspire people's hearts.
After receiving the cash check, he stood up, clasped his fists and bowed slightly to salute.
The old lame man quickly stood up and supported him, and said cheerfully: "We, our family, are not into this kind of thing."
In fact, it is very helpful to my heart, and the practitioner is really good at it.
"A family with an old man is like a treasure." This saying struck his heart. It would be best if he could write it down and make a scroll to hang in the dining room, so that he could look at it from time to time for fun.
The donkey stretched out its head and pushed the old lame man's injured shoulder hard, and wiped the dripping wine from his mouth on him.
The old cripple who has traveled through the world is not a youngster with unclean hands and feet. He has not misjudged the person. Otherwise, his dream of being in the world will be covered with a layer of dust.
"Oh, you are such an ass, you pick on my shoulder that is not healed yet, and I have no money, so why would you buy you a stupid bitch? You won't be able to drink any wine tomorrow."
The old cripple was in a good mood and could not last more than three breaths. The donkey penetrated his mouth and broke his guard. He missed the kick and jumped away from the donkey who jumped out of the canteen. He cursed and began to collect the dishes and chopsticks, which was a frustrating thing.
The second senior brother had a smile on his face and hurriedly washed the dishes and asked the lame uncle to sit down and rest.
Zhang Wenfeng walked out of the canteen feeling very comfortable.
The fire clouds in the west are shining brightly, making the sky and earth glow red. Tomorrow will be a sunny day.
Autumn and winter are the best times to build a house, as you won’t be bothered by rainy weather.
He climbed the steps up to the platform in front of the Taoist temple and paced with his hands behind his back. He had the banknote and was thinking about purchasing the two hills in the northwest and how to develop and utilize them in the future.
The donkey turned around and came back, and said: "Master Guan, there are several people coming up the mountain, and they are carrying one person."
Zhang Wenfeng nodded. The Zhang family who were building walls and yards at the foot of the mountain would not go up the mountain easily. It was getting dark at this time, and they were all busy finishing their work and rushing back to their respective homes in the village five miles away. Who was coming up the mountain at this hour?
He still walked with his hands behind his hands and did not go to the mountain crossing.
After about one word (one word equals five minutes), a group of seven or eight people climbed up out of breath. It was very laborious to carry a person up the mountain with a wooden frame, rope, and a quilt. He also carried bamboo baskets, backpacks and other items, including an old man.
Most Taoist temples are built on top of mountain tops. In the words of an old practitioner, they are closer to the sky and further from the world of mortals.
It is convenient for Taoists to purify themselves, cultivate their minds, hone themselves, and earn their own living.
Monk temples mostly like to be built on the mountainside or at the foot of the mountain to facilitate pilgrims to come and go and make more good friends. Of course, there are also temples built on the top of the mountain. There are no absolutes in this world.
An old man with gray hair was holding a crutch and being supported by a young man. He was sweating, and a few strands of hair were stuck to his forehead, blocking part of his sight. He was panting and shouted hurriedly: "But...but Zhang Guanzhu, please..."
Guanzhu Zhang, please help me!"
The old man's voice was filled with tears, he was panting heavily, and he was out of breath for a moment. He let go of his crutches and knelt down on the ground.
The young man who was supporting the old man lifted him up and knelt down with him.
"It can't be done!"
Zhang Wenfeng could not figure out where the other party came from, and could only see that they were a group of mortals, among whom were three men named Kong Wuli.
In the blink of an eye, he jumped from the steps to the old man, shocking several men. Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hand to support the old man who was about to salute, so that the old man's knees would not fall to the ground.
Asking the elderly to kneel down will damage their merits and even shorten their lifespan. There are many taboos involved here.
Some elderly people are in a hurry to ask for help, so they seek medical treatment in a hurry. They do not understand the significance of this, and they think that asking for help with a big gift is sincerity. In fact, it is suspected of forcing people to save lives.
"Tell me first what it is about?... You tell me, don't be in a hurry, explain it slowly and clearly."
Zhang Wenfeng saw the old man's face covered with tears and runny nose, gasping for breath and unable to speak. He bent over and coughed hard, so he stretched out his hand, patted the old man's back, looked at the young man beside him, and asked gently.
How could he randomly agree to save people without understanding the whole story?
He is a Taoist priest. Although he knows some medical skills and herbal medicine, he is not a doctor and his life cannot be saved at will.
The young man held the coughing old man's arm tightly and said anxiously: "My eldest brother... I heard that I hit something dirty, and an expert told me that you can do expulsion here..."
No matter how anxious he was, he didn't dare to say the word "ghost", it was too scary.
Before he finished speaking, the man who was covered tightly with a quilt on the wooden shelf behind him made a weak voice: "It's you... I'm the town wanderer Gu Quan..."
Zhang Wenfeng understood.
He stepped forward and opened a corner of the quilt, revealing a man with a blue and black complexion and skinny eyes with sunken eyes. It was really Gu Quan who he had pointed out and was haunted by ghosts. He had not seen him for a few days and he was actually dying. Under his surprised gaze,
Then he covered himself with the quilt again.
Gu Quan suffered from severe blood loss and was so cold that he shivered even under the quilt.
The second senior brother and the old cripple who were busy in the kitchen didn't even bother to wipe their hands, and ran out the door dripping oil and water.
They didn't know what was going on outside and it was so noisy.
The old cripple took a fire stick in his hand. He was good at using long weapons such as sticks and spears. When he saw the old man, he was stunned and poked the stick in his hand as a crutch. He quickly ran over and shouted: "Brother Gu,
What are you doing? What happened?"
When he was young, the cripple was not a cripple, he was once a green-skinned gangster in Hengxing Town.
They had a close friendship with Old Man Gu who looked much older than him, but was actually about the same age.