my weird life

Chapter 14 Retire at Noon
As the sun sets, the afterglow illuminates the walls of Longshan Mountain red.

Around the Yunlong Temple built on the middle of the mountain, there are shadows of trees dancing.

The old man with hair in a bun, wearing a navy blue Taoist robe, rode the electric car to the entrance of the Taoist temple and tied it down. He turned around and lifted a plastic bucket from the electric car, carried a long package on his back, and walked into the temple.

"Apprentice, apprentice!"

With a smile on his face, he shouted as he walked.

The old man who seems to be 80 or [-] years old can still walk like flying with a heavy plastic bucket.

Walking through the aisle and bypassing the main hall of Sanqing, the old man saw green smoke rising from the chimney of the stove in the backyard.

A young Taoist priest with pot ashes in both hands came out of the stove, smiling all over his face, took the plastic bucket from the old man, stretched his head to look at it, and said, "My rice is almost ready to be steamed.

How many fish did you catch today? "

At a glance, he saw several big fish rolling back and forth in the clear water.

The expression of the young Taoist changed, it was obvious that the master had caught a lot of fish, but he became unhappy: "Why did you catch so much again?
Sauerkraut fish on Monday, boiled fish on Tuesday, braised fish on Wednesday, braised fish in sauce on Thursday, big fish stewed with vermicelli on Friday... This is the second week, and the fish caught last week are still in the tank! "

For anglers, being able to catch fish every day is naturally a great joy in life.

But for his family, this is by no means a good thing.

Anyone who eats fish three times a day without repeating the same food will not be able to bear it for three days.

"Hey, if you can't finish eating, just put it in the tank." The old Taoist said with a smile, "If it doesn't work, I'll send a few to the villagers at the foot of the mountain."

"Give it away." The young Taoist shook his head, and poured the fish into the large water tank in the yard, and said while pouring, "I sent some big crucian carps to Uncle Zhang's house the day before yesterday, and he brought them yesterday. A bucket of white fish.

I gave big silver carp to Uncle Wang's family, and he gave yellow spicy diced.

I……"

The old Taoist wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, suddenly raised his nose, and said suddenly: "The rice is mushy!"

Hearing this, the young Taoist hurriedly put down the bucket and rushed back to the kitchen.

Seeing him go, the old Taoist let out a sigh of relief, and went back to his bedroom with his hands behind his back to change his clothes.

At this time, the young Taoist priest had already moved a small square table to the yard and set up a bench.

A bowl of rice, two salted fish, a plate of mixed vegetables, and a tomato and egg soup were served on the table.

He first filled the master with rice that was slightly soft in the center of the basin, scooped up a bowl of crispy rice for himself, sat opposite the master, picked up a chopstick of mixed vegetables and stuffed them into his mouth along with the rice.

The old Taoist also picked up a chopstick of mixed vegetables, chewing slowly, and tacitly agreed with his apprentice not to touch the two salted fish.

After scooping up half a bowl of soup for his apprentice, the old Taoist asked, "Yunqing, is anyone here to offer incense in Guanli today?"

"Yes!" The Taoist priest named 'Xie Yunqing' responded without thinking, "Some people say that they always have nightmares at night and feel that there are dirty things in their house.

Isn't this superstition!

I advised him to go to the psychiatric department of the hospital, but he came here and begged me to sell him a few magical instruments from the Taoist temple. I couldn't persuade him, so I lent him the emperor bell that you have never used.

Make a deal with him and send it back when he runs out. "

The hand of the old Taoist holding the vegetables trembled.

Looking up at his apprentice: "You just gave my imperial bell to someone else?!"

"That's right." Xie Yunqing didn't know why, so he grilled the rice quickly, and said vaguely, "Is there any problem?"

"hiss--"

The old Taoist breathed a sigh of relief and almost couldn't breathe, his eyes were a little dark, but his tone was very soothing: "It's nothing, it's nothing.

Since others need it, it’s okay to lend it to others..."

"Don't worry, that person doesn't look like someone who borrowed money and didn't return it." Xie Yunqing said with a smile, "He is in the same group as you, Master, and they are all fishing enthusiasts!"

Hearing that the apprentice left the contact information of the other party, the old Taoist felt better.

I heard the apprentice continue: "That man is very humorous. He told me, a Taoist priest, that our Taoist temple has bad Fengshui and is spooky. Let us go down the mountain to live for a while."

"That's really humorous, hahaha..." The old Taoist laughed out loud, swallowed the soup in his throat, and asked his apprentice with a blushing face, "What's that man's name, do you have any impression?"

"Remember!"

"The name is easy to remember, it's called Su Wu, the afternoon when it's noon!"

"Su Wu...it's the afternoon at noon, do you remember correctly?"

"correct."

"It's time to eat, Master, why are you going back to the house!"

……

In the simple bedroom, there is a picture of Tai Chi Eight Diagrams hanging on the wall directly opposite the door.

There are altars, shrines and futons under it.

Several instruments are placed on the altar.

The old Taoist hurried into the room, climbed onto the bed, and opened a large wooden box placed against the wall at the foot of the bed.

He took out the neatly stacked new clothes one by one,

Pull out a Daoist scripture from the bottom of the box.

Calloused fingers flipped through the yellowed Taoist scriptures, and finally found a note in the book.

There are sixteen red characters written on it: rise at the top of the mountain, prosper when you meet the dragon, retreat at noon, stay silent when you get gold.

"Retreat at noon, retreat at noon..."

"So it should be here, the time has come..."

The old Taoist muttered to himself, feeling a premonition in his heart.

At this time, Xie Yunqing followed into the room, looking at the master who was half sitting on the bed, he suddenly felt that the master seemed to be much older.

Feeling a lot of uneasiness in his heart, he asked the old Taoist cautiously, "Master, what happened?"

"It's nothing." The old Taoist squeezed the note into a ball, turned his head and smiled at his apprentice, "Yun Qing, let's go down the mountain and stay for a while while the sky is still bright."

……

In the twilight of the morning, the elders and aunts of the antique market in Mingzhou City have already set up their stalls early.

The stalls range from clay figurines and stone grinding pieces of prehistoric civilization, to bronze wares and tiger seals from the Zhou, Qin and Han Dynasties, to modern old cameras, old watches, and old potato chips (expired, not recommended for consumption).

"How much is this?"

Su Wu picked up a terracotta warrior from the stall and weighed it in his hands.

"This is [-]!" The old stall owner quoted a price without thinking.

"twenty!"

"Sell or not?"

The old man scratched his head, hesitant when he heard the price that was so different from his own quotation: "Twenty, that's too little, look at this work, it's a pure antique from the Qin Dynasty...

You add another ten yuan!
Hey, don't go!
You can add five yuan, three yuan, three yuan..."

Su Wu left the pottery figurines behind and got into the crowd without looking back.

I was afraid that I would be dragged by the stall owner if I was too late, and I was forced to buy the old antique of the 'Qin Dynasty' for 20 yuan.

Can real terracotta warriors and horses appear in the antique market?

Can I still get it for 20 yuan?

Even if you bought the real thing, would you take it to prison to appreciate it?
He just tried to follow the strategy on the Internet, and quoted a price with the stall owner, but he didn't expect it to be so smooth, and the 8 yuan item was directly cut off for [-].

(End of this chapter)