The first Taoist priest of the Tang Dynasty

Zhong Wen turned around and saw the appearance of the little girl, her hair was like a chicken coop, and she looked hazy from sleep, she looked quite cute.

"Brother, what are we doing today?"

After cleaning, Xiao Hua approached Zhong Wen, raised her head to look at her brother, and wondered if she could go hunting hares again today.

"I have something to do today, so I stopped by to see if there are any hares."

Zhong Wen stopped his radio gymnastics, and helped Xiao Hua tidy her hair with both hands.

Xiao Hua looked at her brother helping her tidy her hair. This was the first time in history that her brother helped her tidy her hair. In the little person's heart, she suddenly felt that her brother loved her so much.

Zhong Wen, who helped Xiao Hua tidy her hair, went to the kitchen and came out with a kitchen knife and a basket.

"Xiaohua, let's go and see if there are any hares."

Xiao Hua walked closely behind Zhong Wen, looking at her brother in front of her with a small face that seemed to be admiring.

Today, Zhong Wen wanted to make some wooden boards and get some colored things, and then go to the Taoist temple to transcribe those characters for future study.

There is no paper or pen, so I can only make it myself. Zhong Wen has no idea what to do now. He just thinks about getting the board first. As for the pen, he can only think about it. If there is nothing left, he can only use charcoal. up.

After walking to the edge of the forest, Zhong Wen took a lot of effort to cut down a tree whose name he didn't know.

"Brother, why are you cutting down trees?"

Xiaohua didn't know why Zhong Wen wanted to cut down a tree, even though the tree was not big, the size of an adult's calf.

"I'm going to make a few boards today, and I'll go to Guanli in the afternoon to copy down those characters."

It's not easy for Zhong Wen to explain to Xiao Hua what is the use of copying the characters. Could it be that it is for research and then sold to the Taoist temple for some food?It's better not to say these words.

Xiao Hua didn't doubt that he was there, she stood quietly and watched Zhong Wen busy.

After half an hour, Zhong Wen finally made several pieces of wood, which were of different lengths and sizes, and were very rough.

But these wood chips, if you want to copy thousands of characters, there is still no problem, except that you don't have a pen.

Afterwards, he left the wood chip in place, took the kitchen knife and the basket, and took the little flower, and headed for the place where he dropped his anklet yesterday.

"Brother, look, there are wild rabbits."

When Zhong Wen led Xiao Hua to the position of the sling, Xiao Hua pointed to the side of the pine tree, and a hare that had been dead for a long time yelled.

"Well, brother saw it."

Zhong Wen picked up the hare, threw it into the basket, and walked towards the other slings. He harvested five hares in a row, which was a miracle. For Zhong Wen, it was all worth it, although I am only a novice, but I can confirm that there may be too many hares in this mountain forest to count.

When walking back, Zhong Wen saw a lot of golden jasmines, and picked some golden gardenias at random. Although the golden gardenias were not fully grown, and they were still quite small, they could be used as coloring or coloring pigments.

Xiao Hua followed Zhong Wen, watching Zhong Wen pick up these unknown things, and she didn't know what her brother was going to do.

"Brother, what are you picking these for?"

Zhong Wen picked some gardenias, stuffed them into his mouth and chewed, and picked some for the little flowers along the way.

"Brother is useful, here, these flowers are edible, with a little sweetness."

Zhong Wencai's golden gardenias are definitely useful. They are used as ink for copying texts. Although they are not as good as ink, they can still be written.

Originally Zhong Wen’s final plan was to get some charcoal as ink for writing, but charcoal is easy to dust and fall off, but after seeing the golden mast, he chose golden mast, the most primitive, green and environmentally friendly paint. Used as ink.

After returning to the place where the wood chips were placed, he stuffed more than a dozen wood chips into the basket and was ready to go home.

The hare and the wooden chips made it look a bit heavy, but fortunately, it is not too far away from home, and it is only a hundred meters away.

After returning home, Zhong Wen put down the basket, put the wood chips beside the stone, and brought the basket back to the kitchen to put it there.

Before returning to the open space, he took a kitchen knife and prepared to polish the wood chips.

The wood chip costs 16 yuan, which is why Zhong Wen wants to copy completely. Although the size is different, as long as the writing is smaller, dozens of characters, it can still be copied.

It took Zhong Wen a lot of energy and time to carefully polish the wood chips, and this is considered to be polished.

Zhong Wen took the piece of wood and touched it. He felt that he could write on it, and it didn't need to be so good.

Afterwards, he took out the golden gardenias stored in the basket and put them in the corner of the room, waiting to make writing tools after breakfast.

Gardenia, also known as yellow gardenia and golden gardenia, has white and yellow flowers, and its flowers can also be eaten directly. After the fruit matures, it can be used as traditional Chinese medicine, and of course it can also be used as a yellow dye. The fruit has the functions of lowering blood pressure, stopping bleeding, and reducing swelling. It is often used in clinical medicine for jaundice hepatitis, sprains, high blood pressure, and diabetes.

Chapter 12 Transcribing the Sermon

After a quarter of an hour or two, Zhong Mugen and his wife returned home from working in the field, and saw the brother and sister in front of the open space at home.

"Xiaowen, you went to the forest again? Why did I tell you yesterday, don't go to the forest again, there are many beasts and snakes in it, why are you so disobedient?"

Zhong Mugen, who came home, saw five hares in a basket by the kitchen, and yelled loudly at Zhong Wen, scaring Xiao Hua so much that she shrank her neck.

"Xiaowen, what your father said is right. You really don't want to go to the mountains and forests in the future. If you want to go, you have to call your father."

At this moment, Xiu approached Zhong Wen, with the intention of protecting Zhong Wen.

"You guys, alas, I'm also to blame for being useless as a father. I've suffered for you."

Zhong Mugen sighed heavily, although from yesterday to today, there have been quite a few hares, but these few hares were acquired at a considerable risk, he felt ashamed of his two children and The sense of loss suddenly arises.

"Father, I won't go any more in the future, even if I do, I will call my father to go with me."

Zhong Wen looked at the appearance of his cheap father, he seemed a little sad, and couldn't bear it.

"Father doesn't want to scold you. Father just doesn't want you to have trouble. You know what happened in the village before. Don't go there again."

Zhong Mugen raised his head, looked at his two little children, and knew that they were trying to improve the conditions of the family, but the dangers in the mountains and forests were really beyond what these two little children could bear.

Xiu looked at Zhong Mugen, then at Zhong Wen, brother and sister, and walked away silently, carrying yesterday's and today's hares to clean up.

Zhong Mugen was very upset, so he had to follow Xiu to clean up the hare and the big snake yesterday. If they didn't clean up today, they would probably stink badly in the afternoon.

"Brother, my father and mother are angry."

Xiao Hua approached Zhong Wen, stretched out her little hand, and tugged at Zhong Wen's clothes.

"It's alright, little flower."

Zhong Wen didn't know how to explain this. After all, he was indeed a little young, let alone Xiao Hua, who went to the forest behind. It was nothing serious at first, but the memory in his mind made Zhong Wen Wen knew why.

As far as Zhong Wen could remember, no less than three people in the village had died in the forest, not counting those injured by poisonous snakes.

Basically every two or three years, one person in the village died under the claws and blood of wild beasts in the mountains.

This may be a worrying problem for Zhong Mugen and his wife. Moreover, the family is poor, and Zhong Mugen thinks that he is unable to take care of the family, which makes him even more sad.

For breakfast, it was still hare meat and porridge with wild vegetables. The prepared hare meat, as well as the big snake, had already been baked in the kitchen by Xiu.

There is not too much salt at home, so it can only be baked, which also makes these meats less likely to deteriorate.

When Zhong Wen ate his breakfast, he thought about how to get some salt, maybe get some plant ash and cook some salt out.

If more prey is obtained in the future, at least it can be made into bacon, and it will not be baked into jerky like it is now.

Although Zhong Wen knew how to process it, let's forget it for now, the hares are already hanging in the kitchen, and it is impossible to make bacon, so we can only wait for the future.

Moreover, Zhong Wen was still thinking of making money, thinking of transcribing and translating those characters, and selling them to Taoist temples, so as to earn some money. Zhong Wen still knew if there was any money in this family.

"Xiaowen, Xiaohua, you two don't go to the mountains and forests today, you must not go."

After breakfast, Zhong Mugen and his wife went to work in the field again with a wooden hoe. Before leaving, they did not forget to tell the Zhong Wen brothers and sisters.

"Father, Mother, we know, we won't go today."

Zhong Wen had no choice but to nod in response, but his thoughts turned to Dao Wen.

It is definitely impossible to go to the mountains and forests today, and I still have things to do today.

Watching the back of his parents going away, Zhong Wen pulled a bowl out from the kitchen.

I brought the golden mast here, and I am ready to start making yellow paint.

He came to the stone with all the things in his hand, smashed all the golden masts, and poured them into a bowl.

When all the golden masts are finished, a large bowl of golden mast powder only needs to be added with a little water and stirred evenly, then it can be used as a writing paint.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Xiao Hua, who has been watching Zhong Wen's busy work, has a curious expression on her face. From her small eyes, she basically sees some question marks.

"Xiaohua, this is paint, it's used for painting, you help brother go to Ershui's house in the village, and ask for a long chicken feather."

It's not easy for Zhong Wen to explain something to Xiaohua, but writing requires tools, and no one in the village has read and recognized characters, and there is no writing brush at all, and it is impossible to even get a quill.

Among the [-] or [-] households, only five or six households raised a few chickens, and they were all old hens.

There is only one big rooster in Ershui's house. Every day when the hen is in the village, she will follow the big rooster in Ershui's house to find some worms to eat. When the morning dawns, you can always hear that big rooster crowing, "Oh Oh, oh, you can hear it from a mile away.

"Okay, bro, I'm going."

After listening to Zhong Wen's words, Xiaohua let go of the doubts in her heart, and walked to Ershui's house in the village with her calves.

Er Shui, you can tell from the name that it's not a good name. It's about the same age as Zhong Wen, and has an average relationship with Zhong Wen.

But Ershui's little sister has a good relationship with her own little sister, and they used to play together often.

Ershui's younger sister is called Ermei, which is not a good name. The women in the village basically don't have names, just like Zhong Wen's mother, who is called Xiu.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Xiao Hua came back with a rooster's tail wing. After Zhong Wen took it, he went on to make chicken feather pens.

The chicken feather pen, maybe it can only be called like this, Zhong Wen took the chicken feather pen, dabbed some paint in the bowl, and wrote a word on the stone.

"Well, it's not bad, but it's a bit bland, try adding some charcoal."

Zhong Wen took a small piece of charcoal from the stove, smashed it into pieces, put it into a bowl and stirred it.

"It's okay this time, and I don't know if it will fade."

Zhong Wen wrote a word again, the color was much darker, and a gray bell appeared on the stone.

"Brother, brother, what are you writing? Can you write?"

Xiaohua's question has always been in her little head, but she never asked it until she saw Zhong Wen writing.

"Brother can't write, brother just draws casually."

Zhong Wen couldn't say that he could write. If his parents knew about it, there would be such a big commotion. He would have to drag himself to some mountain god to worship for a few days and nights before it would stop.

"Xiaohua, let's go, go to Guanli."

Zhong Wen was carrying a basket with wood chips and a bowl of paint in it, but he was holding a chicken feather pen in his hand.

"Brother, why are we going to Guanli? Are we going to copy those talismans?"

Xiao Hua followed Zhong Wen, wondering in her heart, did her brother make these wood chips and that bowl just to copy the characters in Guanli?

"Yes, I want to copy down those characters. It's Daoist. It's good to copy more."

The benefits that Zhong Wen talked about were actually just for translation and selling money.

The two brothers and sisters walked all the way, and after two quarters of an hour, they arrived at Longquan Temple.

In Longquan temple, there are quite a few Taoists and children in the village helping to repair the dilapidated side hall at this time, and they didn't care about the arrival of Zhong Wen and his sister at all.

There are not many adults who usually come to Guanli, but the children in the village often come to help with some jobs and earn a ration.

Zhong Wen came to the side hall that was being repaired, and sat in a corner, holding a piece of wood in his left hand and a chicken feather pen in his right.

Started to copy the characters on the stones at the base of the side hall, Xiao Hua squatted beside him boredly, looking here and there.

It took a quarter of an hour before Zhong Wen finished transcribing a corner.

Speaking of it, this time is actually quite long, there are only dozens of characters, but because of the age of these characters, it is very difficult for Zhong Wen to identify them.

On Zhongwen's wood chip, because of the difficulty of identifying, there are several characters in it, and Zhong Wen recorded several similar characters for reference in future research.

If a set of complete and clear characters consists of dozens of characters, it will take at most one or two minutes.

But these characters are not good. In addition to being difficult to read, some of them have lost some structure due to the weathering of the stones, and some of them have lost half of them.

After copying a piece of wood from a piece of stone, there are many characters on both sides, but Zhong Wen's notes are more.

Half an hour later, Zhong Wen came out of the dilapidated side hall with a basket in his arms. Xiao Hua was no longer by his side, and followed Zhong Wen like a fool, staring at the stones in the corner Look, Xiaohua is not willing to do this, and now she doesn't know where to go to play.

For Xiaohua, copying those characters is something only a fool would do, and at this time, Zhong Wen is the fool in Xiaohua's eyes.

Zhong Wen went to another side hall, because there was no one in this side hall, so Zhong Wen no longer needed to be careful.

The continuous transcribing for an hour and a half made Zhong Wen's eyes a little unbearable. Although the three side halls had been transcribed at this time, only one side hall remained untranscribed.

Zhong Wen sat near the entrance of the side hall to rest for a while, but at this time, Xiao Hua appeared out of nowhere.