The first Taoist priest of the Tang Dynasty

Zhong Mugen and his wife have been thinking about this problem since yesterday, but they haven't come up with a good solution.

"Husband, Li Daochang is not in the temple, so he can't borrow money."

In Xiu's heart, of course, she hoped to send her son to study and read, but the money was not so easy to borrow. One penny was worth three cents, and I guess I could only spend my whole life on the road of repaying the money.

"Hey, I'll think of a way again, and I will send Xiaowen to read and write."

Zhong Mugen stopped talking, and began to think about how to quickly get out the money for his studies.

After half an hour, Zhong Mugen stopped his work, looked at his wife, and made a decision in his heart.

Zhong Mugen decided in his heart that one day he would go to the depths of the mountains and forests, hunt a large wild animal according to the patterns of his son's sets, and sell it for money, so that he could send his son to study and read.

Xiu would not object to her husband in ordinary things, but if Zhong Mugen said his decision, he would definitely object.

In Zhong Mugen's heart, there is only one idea, to get money and send his son to study.

Although this idea is simple, it is also true, but in this era, it is very difficult for a peasant family to provide a scholar, and it is even more likely that the family will be ruined.

At this time, Zhong Wen didn't know that his father had made a major decision in his heart in order to let him go to school, or even made a desperate decision.

If Zhong Wen knew about it, he would try his best to stop it, even if it was disrespectful, he would have to stop his father's decision.

At this time, Zhong Wen has been studying those characters in his mind, and the state of the brother and sister looks like they are asleep.

Of course, the little flower next to Zhong Wen has indeed fallen asleep, but Zhong Wen just squinted his eyes, he didn't really sleep, his brain was always running.

After half an hour, Xiaohua gradually woke up, her buttocks and calves were numb.

"Brother, it's so numb."

Xiao Hua wanted to stand up, but it made her feel powerless.

"Little sister, move a little bit, stretch your calf, after a while, this numbness will pass."

Zhong Wen opened his eyes, looked at Xiao Hua, and knew that the little girl must be paralyzed.

Chapter No.16 The Tiger in the Mountain

The two brothers and sisters, who had nothing to do, sat blankly under the tree in front of the open space.

The sun in the sky climbed up to the very center, and then gradually slanted westward.

"Little sister, are you hungry? Shall we go find something to eat?"

Zhong Wen's belly began to groan again, and it was around 02:30 in the afternoon.

"Brother, I'm a little hungry."

Xiao Hua rubbed her stomach, then looked at Zhong Wen, but the food at home was expensive, so it was impossible to cook it, even if the rabbit meat in the kitchen was also expensive, it couldn't be eaten.

"Little sister, let's go, let's go and get something to eat, or my stomach will be unbearable."

Zhong Wen went to the kitchen, came out with a kitchen knife, and brought a basket along the way. Zhong Wen didn't know what it was used for, so be prepared.

Zhong Wen took Xiao Hua and walked towards the small river in front of the village. As for what to do, the brothers and sisters really didn’t know what to do. It's better not to go, so as not to be scolded by parents.

When I came to the small river, I looked up at the extension of the small river. It was the place where the mountains connected, a large wilderness, thorns and weeds, and there were many snakes. Wen previously knew.

As for the upstream direction of the small river, there is a large paddy field, and in the paddy field, many villagers are busy.

Zhong Wen didn't know how long the small river was, but it was as wide as seven or eight meters. As for how deep, Zhong Wen didn't know, because he had never been down there before, and he couldn't swim at all.

"Brother, what are we doing?"

Xiao Hua looked at the water surface in the small river, and then looked around again, there was nothing to see here except for the weeds and thorns in the wasteland.

"Little sister, have you seen those little tender bamboo shoots? Let's pick some and cook porridge to eat. There are also those thorny shoots, which can also be picked and peeled to eat."

Zhong Wen looked around casually, pointed to some young bamboo shoots by the small river, and introduced them to Xiao Hua.

Although these things are not rare, they are rarely eaten at home. Moreover, Zhong Mugen and his wife rarely picked these small tender bamboo shoots to eat.

Xiaohua looked at the thorns in front of her, and wanted to reach out to pick some, but the sharp thorns on the thorns blocked her small arms.

"Xiaohua, help me carry the basket on the side, I'll cut off some of this side first."

Zhong Wen swung the kitchen knife and began to chop the thorns in front of him. Although the kitchen knife was not very powerful, the progress was not bad.

Two quarters of an hour later, the Zhong Wen brothers and sisters had picked less than half of the basket of young bamboo shoots.

By the way, I also ate a lot of prickly shoots. Although it can't fill my stomach, it can also offset some hunger.

The only reason is that there is no iron hoe in the house. Otherwise, Zhong Wen would have used the hoe to dig up some roots on the ground to eat. There are many edible wild plants on the ground, and some of them taste good, at least in Zhong Wen's life. Wen still knows some from his previous life memory.

Zhong Wen wondered if he wanted to make a useful little hoe himself, even if he didn't do much work, it would still be good to dig some roots to eat.

If you want to do it, you have to hurry up. Zhong Wen directly swung the kitchen knife and chopped at a small tree that was as thick as a small arm.

As for this little tree, today is probably the day when her life will end, because Zhong Wen has only one thought in his heart, that is to make a small hoe, and this little tree, to Zhong Wen, belongs to the The most suitable choice.

There are not too many small trees near the small river, Zhong Wen can only choose the nearest one.

Half an hour later, Zhong Wen had already cut down the small tree, removed the branches and leaves, just resisted like this, and walked home with the basket and the small flowers.

On the way home, Zhong Wen thought about coming to catch some fish tomorrow. He didn’t know if he could catch fish in this small river, but he had never seen anyone catch fish in the small village, only when there was a flood. Only when they saw some small swimming fish in the rice fields, the villagers would catch them to eat. As for catching fish in the small river, it seemed that the villagers had never done this before.

After returning home, Zhong Wen started to make a small wooden hoe that belonged to him.

Although the trunk of the little tree was a bit hard, Zhong Wen couldn't resist Zhong Wen's patience and thinking. In addition to using a kitchen knife, he used all the sickles at home.

Xiao Hua stood quietly by the side, not knowing what her brother was doing, although she had doubts in her head, she didn't ask at this time.

For Xiao Hua, her elder brother is the best these days, he can make hare holsters, make wood chips, copy scriptures, and protect herself. Never before.

The smell of rabbit meat hanging in the kitchen has been lingering around Xiaohua's nose, as if it never dissipated. Xiaohua is only curious about what her brother is doing now, but she will not interrupt or ask, but in her heart she is fantasizing. For dinner, can my mother have some more rabbit meat.

After half an hour, Zhong Wen finally made a small wooden hoe.

After holding it in my hand and waving it a few times, it feels good. Although it is rough, it is at least usable.

"Brother, so you made a hoe? Show me."

Xiao Hua finally saw what Zhong Wen made. It turned out that it was just a small hoe. She let go of her curiosity, but she also wanted to feel the freshness brought by a small hoe.

Zhong Wen then handed the small hoe to Xiao Hua, and got out some hemp threads from the basket, planning to get some thread out, planning to catch some fish for food tomorrow.

Xiao Hua brandished a newly made small wooden hoe, like a little girl practicing martial arts. After Zhong Wen took a look at it, she continued with the work in her hand.

Half an hour later, Zhong Mugen and his wife came back from the field with the same wild vegetables at about the same time, only a little later today.

"Xiaowen, did you pick these tender bamboo shoots? Yes, you can chop them up and cook some porridge with wild vegetables."

Xiu saw the tender bamboo shoots in the small basket at the door of the kitchen, and looked back at her two little babies, feeling warm in her heart.

"Aniang, I also picked some. There are many near the small river, but there are just a lot of thorny vines."

Xiao Hua raised her head and responded to her old lady, acting like I am also very good.

Seeing Xiao Hua's appearance, Zhong Wen was almost amused, but fortunately Zhong Wen held back, otherwise, he might have laughed out loud.

Zhong Mugen then looked at the things in front of the open space, picked up a small wooden hoe, felt a little numb, thinking that his son didn't know what to do.

After the meal, as usual, when it got dark, Zhong Mugen closed the stove and the door of the house, and the family of four went into the thatched hut to sleep.

Without oil lamps, everything seemed so dark, which made Zhong Wen not used to it at first, but fortunately, over the past few days, Zhong Wen has gradually accepted this kind of life.

The night is quiet, quiet like a Sleeping Beauty, and the sound of insects and frogs makes this small isolated village look extremely beautiful.

But just when everyone was about to fall asleep, roars came from the forest behind the village.

Zhong Mugen, who was about to fall asleep, was awakened by the roar, and quickly got up, checked the door, and touched two pieces of wood from the side, and put them on the door frame.

The other people on the thatched mat also became nervous.

The roar of the mountain forest behind the village was unusually rapid, and I don't know why it was so.

Zhong Wen had already sat up and heard the roar in his ears, and he was sure that it was the roar of the king of the forest.

"Don't be afraid, mom and dad are here, lie down and sleep well."

At this moment, Xiu put Xiao Hua in her arms, and stretched out her hand to hold Zhong Wen in her arms, comforting the couple.

Xiao Hua was a little nervous, but Zhong Wen seemed to be okay, listening to the roar of the mountain quietly.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the door, Zhong Mugen touched a wooden stick from one side and held it in his hand, and returned to the thatched mat.

"Don't be afraid, the tiger is probably just passing by."

Zhong Mugen then sat down, but also tightened the stick in his hand, fearing that the tiger would run into the village and head towards his home.

As long as Zhong Wen can remember, he has long been familiar with such things. Every six months, there will always be something like this in the back mountains and forests.

It is said that he is used to it, but it is not enough, it is just because Zhong Wen has never seen a real tiger, and he is just curious.

In addition, Zhong Wen's two memories are intertwined at this time, and he is even more curious about this tiger in the mountain.

In his previous life, Zhong Wen had never even been to a zoo, let alone seen the King Beast of the Mountain, perhaps he had never even seen a wild wolf.

The roar of the tiger continued uninterruptedly.

If Zhong Wen had a golden finger, maybe at this time he would open the door of the house and fly into the forest, so as to see the majestic appearance of the king of the forest.

But at this time, Zhong Wen didn't dare to say much, and tried to avoid making any noise. Who knows if this tiger will break into the village, wreak havoc, or even come to his own house? It's under the jaws of a tiger.

After half an hour, the roar of the tiger no longer came from the forest in the back mountain.

The family began to lie down and fall asleep.

But Zhong Mugen didn't dare to be careless. No matter what, as the pillar of the family and the only strong man, he should pay attention, even if he should take precautions.

Another half an hour later, the roar of the tiger in the forest disappeared, and the family of four fell asleep peacefully.

The night passed, but the four of them spent the time nervously and half asleep.

The sky was getting brighter, but the family of four didn't get up, they were still lying down on the thatched mat and sleeping soundly.

As the rooster crowed in the village, Zhong Wen's family began to get up from the thatched mat.

Zhong Mugen got up first, held the wooden stick in his hand, poked his head, and looked out of the crack of the door. After confirming that there was no danger, he opened the door.

Those who should go to the field go to the field, and those who should stay at home stay at home.

The roar of the tiger last night became the talk of the villagers, and it also became the direction that the villagers need to be vigilant.

At this time, Zhong Wen was fishing by the small river with Xiao Hua.

After waking up, Zhong Wen dug some earthworms and made a float along the way. As for the fishing rod, it was naturally a slender bamboo on the side of the small river, and for the fishhook, he could only use some barbs from thorns up.

"Brother, brother, move, move."

Xiaohua has been staring at the float on the river surface, and now she has been dragged into the water and sank.

With a sound of "咻", Zhong Wen quickly lifted the fishing rod.

A small palm-sized, unknown fish was brought up.

"Brother, you are the best, such a big fish."

Seeing the small fish caught, Xiao Hua watched Zhong Wen untie the hook, and imagined in her heart that she must eat two bowls of gruel today, and it would be best to boil this small fish together, so that it would be delicious.

"Little sister, stay away from me, lest this hook catch you."

He untied the fish, threw it into the basket, strung up the earthworms again, and gave Xiao Hua a casual call.

Chapter No.17 Raiding the Village

Fishing, for some people, is just a way to pass the time or a hobby, but for Zhong Wen, it is the food at home, and it is also the meat that adds nutrition to the family.

Although the fishing tools seem a bit crude, it is better to have none, and the barbs on the thorns can be obtained at any time, which is more convenient.

Of course, Zhong Wen would prefer to have a good fishing tackle, and even some fish food for nesting. Unfortunately, there is not enough food in the family, so it is impossible to take out food to use as fish food for nesting.

In a quarter of an hour or two, Zhong Wen had already caught seven or eight fish.

Although the size of the fish made Zhong Wen a little speechless, the small ones were only two fingers wide, and the big ones were only as big as a small palm.

Fortunately, there are still fish to catch in this small river. As long as the technique is good enough, Zhong Wen believes that some big fish can be caught.

Fishing was very boring, and Zhong Wen had to stare at the float, which made Zhong Wen's eyes a little sour.

Fortunately, Xiao Hua's interest is very great, standing beside Zhong Wen, her two small eyes have never left the float.

As long as the float moves slightly, Xiao Hua will scream.