Dust roots [comprehension]

Perfection has become instinctive.Seeing Song Huaichen wearing his own clothes, Huang Yaoshi always felt awkward looking at him horizontally and vertically, so he ran out and called the neighbor's old lady to help change the clothes.

The gray-haired grandma grandma walked over swiftly, followed by a little tail. That was her five-year-old granddaughter, Ah Wan.

Grandma Sun lost her husband when she was young, and she raised her son by helping the villagers do some needlework. With the experience of most of her life, she knew how to change it after just a few glances. She made an appointment with Huang Yaoshi to pick up the clothes and left with a few old clothes. up.

She greeted her little granddaughter who was staring at Song Huaichen in a daze: "Ah Wan, let's go."

The little girl readily agreed, looked at Song Huaichen again, turned around and chased after her grandmother.

"Tsk tsk tsk, your appearance is a disaster for the country and the people." Huang Yaoshi dragged his tone while stroking his beard, his expression and posture were not alike that of the Huang Yaoshi in Song Huaichen's memory.

Song Huaichen was wearing a brown cloth robe that was washed white with starch, and was adjusting the belt to make it more comfortable.Hearing Huang Yaoshi's words, the man turned his head and smiled at the owner of the clothes: "Did it hurt you?"

Huang Yaoshi joked along the lines: "Not yet, but in the future, I can't say for certain, there is no guarantee that there will be no girl who pretends to be sick or a minor illness to come to me to ask for medicine in order to see your true face. "

Huang Yaoshi stretched out his chest and stroked his beard, pretending to be a master: "I am a cultivator, and exposure to too much worldly water is not good for my cultivation."

"I heard that all the pharmacists in Fangzhang Mountain have already fasted?"

Bigu is related to one's cultivation, one needs to eat food under the third grade, but Fangzhang Mountain is an exception. Whenever one enters the mountain, the mountain will give pills to help people break the grains and cleanse the roots of dust.

Huang Yaoshi didn't know why Song Huaichen asked this suddenly, but he still replied: "That's right."

"Then are you eating now?" Huang Yaoshi went to the countryside and planted a bed of vegetables behind his house.

"Eat." Huang Yaoshi nodded, Song Huaichen must also go through this process, so he explained carefully, "The aura here is too thin, not enough for monks with a third-rank cultivation to run around the sky, and the spirit in the body is lacking, so it needs extra energy Food supplements, so we had to eat."

"Of course, eating mundane food is not good for cultivation, but if you don't eat it, the realm will only retreat faster." He glanced at Song Huaichen, whose lips were extremely pale, unnaturally pale, "You feel out of breath now angry?"

Song Huaichen didn't hide anything and nodded.

Huang Yaoshi took out a bottle of elixir from the medicine box, and gently placed it on the table beside Song Huaichen: "It was the same when I first came here. This medicine can relieve symptoms."

Song Huaichen turned the medicine bottle half a circle, and looked at the red paper label on the porcelain bottle, there were only two words - "Poison. Medicine".

Song Huaichen: "At this time, should I let you eat one first?"

Huang Yaoshi chuckled: "You don't need to try it, it's a blind poison. It depends on whether you dare to take it or not."

"As I said before, the reason we can't breathe well is because the aura in the mortal world is thin. The higher the cultivation level, the greater the impact. On the other hand, as long as the cultivation level is low enough, we can adapt to this place."

"This medicine is used to imprison one's cultivation base, and it is indeed a poisonous medicine for monks."

Song Huaichen was very curious: "What if mortals eat it?"

Huang Yaoshi: "It's like eating a sugar pill... Ginger soup is ready, you can start eating from this."

Huang Yaoshi turned to serve ginger soup, Song Huaichen stared at the word "poison.medicine" for a while, and asked loudly, "How many pills do you want?"

Huang Yaoshi walked over with ginger soup in his hand: "One is enough."

"it is good."

The pill that melts in the mouth has endless sweetness, but what it brings is severe pain that sweeps through the meridians of the whole body!

While swallowing the pill, Song Huaichen stretched out his hand to pick up the ginger soup, the pain came suddenly, he paused, but still took the bowl of soup steadily.

Huang Yaoshi didn't dare to let go, for fear that he would smash the soup bowl: "Slow down, slow down, drink slowly first."

Song Huaichen put the soup bowl on the table, and after a few breaths, he said, "Have you been through thunderstorms?"

Huang Yaoshi: "No." Only the advanced ranks above the eighth rank will be struck by lightning, "Have you experienced it?"

"Other people's, wipe it off." Song Huaichen's tone was steady, but from his short sentence with only a few words, it could be seen that he was not as relaxed as he appeared.

Sweat oozes from Song Huaichen's forehead, and the little blood on his lips has completely faded: "It hurts the same."

"Are you trying to say that because you have endured similar pain, you can bear it this time?" Huang Yaoshi laughed, "Hahaha, what are you trying to do, once it hurts it hurts, but if it hurts twice it's not pain."

The tribulation and thunder will be over in one strike, and the pain will be relieved immediately after returning to the source and absorbing qi.

The severe pain brought by the medicine stone rolled over the bones inch by inch, and it was incurable and long-lasting.

Song Huaichen's hands resting on the table trembled unconsciously, and he couldn't pick up the bowl anymore.He looked weakly at Huang Yaoshi, lowered his eyes, and secretly endured.

Huang Yaoshi walked into the kitchen with his hands behind his back, "Just pass by Renren, and you can eat after you pass."

"After many years of fasting, mortal dishes are still delicacies."

"Really?" Song Huaichen asked in a low voice, his voice was hoarse, Huang Yaoshi didn't hear it.

The monks say that there are impurities in the food of the mortal world, and try it after practicing Taoism. No matter how delicious the dishes are, they are like chewing sand.

Song Huaichen wanted to try, but Heting saw no mortals at all.

After drinking a cup of tea, the pain gradually subsided. Song Huaichen let out a breath, and raised his hand to reach for the ginger soup on the table. The wall of the bowl was warm, so he withdrew his hand.The clothes on the chest and back are already soaked, so I'm afraid I don't need this bowl of ginger soup.

A drop of sweat slipped from his forehead, and before his fingertips left the wall of the bowl, Song Huaichen helped him back up again.

He picked up the bowl, smelled it, and tasted it cautiously. It was a very normal smell of ginger soup, not the earthy muddy smell described by the predecessors.

After trying it himself, Song Huaichen had expectations for the "delicacy" that Huang Yaoshi said.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, Song Huaichen stood at the kitchen door and took a look and felt that something was wrong, the smell from the stove was so strange.

He stretched out his chopsticks and tasted it.

"How is it?" Huang Yaoshi asked enthusiastically.

"..." Song Huaichen swallowed the burnt-smelling vegetable leaves, "Go out."

"It's blasphemy to ask you to cook."

"What?" The boss Huang Yaoshi was not convinced, "You can do it!"

Song Huaichen snatched the spatula, a smile line formed on the corner of his lips, it was Huang Yaoshi's words: "I'm on it."

Half an hour later, Huang Yaoshi's anger completely turned into admiration.

"You, a god from ten continents overseas, how did you learn such a good cooking skill?"

Song Huaichen answered the confusion with one sentence: "I am a shipwrecked sea visitor."

"Oh." Huang Yaoshi had no intention of digging into Song Huaichen's past, "What will we eat tomorrow?"

Song Huaichen counted the grains of rice to eat, but he didn't dare to eat too much because he had been fasting for too long: "What do you have?"

Huang Yaoshi was full of pride: "I have everything! As long as you are willing to do it!"

Song Huaichen glanced at him: "I think you shouldn't be called Huang Yaoshi, but Hong Qigong."

Huang Yaoshi: "Why? Is Hong Qigong a name? Or a title?"

Seeing Huang Yaoshi's puzzled look, Song Huaichen was expressionless: "Hong Qigong also likes food... just pretend I didn't mention it."

Granny Sun was nimble, and brought the changed clothes here before the sun went down. Huang Yaoshi wanted to pay her wages, but the old lady would not accept it: "I have a cold and cough on weekdays, and I come to Huang Yaoshi to ask for medicine. What are you doing?" Is it time to charge me money?"

"It's not the same. The herbs can be picked anywhere on the mountain, but the fabrics can be bought with real money."

"Huang Yaoshi, don't bully my old lady for being ignorant. Medicine is much more expensive than needles and thread."

Neither of the two could convince the other, pushing a few copper coins back and forth.

Song Huaichen, who was wearing Huang Yaoshi's old clothes, came out of the kitchen with a bowl of wontons in his hand.

The man who casually folded a tree branch as a hairpin said with a smile, "Fish wonton, I'll bring a bowl to Ah Wan."

He said without waiting for Grandma Sun to agree, and walked out with the bowl in hand.

"Young Master Song, how embarrassing this is!" Grandma Sun didn't care to give way to Huang Yaoshi, she turned to stop Song Huaichen, but Little Tail saw that her grandmother was not coming back, so she ran over by herself.Before Grandma Sun stepped over the threshold of the medicine hall, Song Huaichen had already bent down at the gate of the courtyard and handed the bowl to the little girl.

The wontons were fragrant, and the little girl swallowed, but she didn't dare to take them. She looked at Song Huaichen timidly, and then looked at her grandmother for help.

"It's ready, be careful that the soup will be hot when it spills." Song Huaichen didn't care about it, he took the little girl's hand and stuffed the bowl over.

Ah Wan looked back at him with an expression of not knowing what to do.

Song Huaichen looked at her with a smile, the little girl had big eyes, Song Huaichen looked at her, the smile on his face suddenly stagnated.

He saw himself reflected in the little girl's pupils, with a head of white hair.

Chapter 5

"You noticed?"

The grandfather and grandson left together and watched them enter the house. Huang Yaoshi closed the door of the medicine hall and met Song Huaichen's thoughtful eyes.

"The world that child sees is different from what we see?" the young man asked tentatively.

"Ah Wan is not Grandma Sun's own granddaughter. She was picked up by Grandma Sun on the way back from the market. She was put in a basket with a letter under the quilt, to the effect that this daughter is unlucky. She can be seen by ordinary people but not by others. thing."

"If you lose the child, you will lose it. If you leave such a letter, you really won't be able to survive."

"Yes," Huang Yaoshi sighed, "Grandma Sun was newly mourned at that time," the man emphasized, "bereaved her son."

"Having lost her husband and son, she was old and had no one to rely on. At that time, she was living in a muddle. She brought Ah Wan back to see her son through her. The old man firmly believed that her son was reluctant to leave."

"Did she see it?"

"Of course not." Huang Yaoshi stroked his beard with a puzzled look on his face, "Ah Wan can see spirits and ghosts that ordinary people can't see, but I can't detect the spiritual energy in her body. In her eyes, I am sometimes the present The appearance, sometimes without a beard."

Huang Yaoshi muttered: "I have always grown a beard." He asked Song Huaichen, "What did you see in her eyes?"

"I saw my head full of white hair." Song Huaichen replied, and after a pause he smiled maliciously, "White hair... If Ah Wan is looking at the future, you will lose all your beard when you get old ? Is the hair still alive?"

Huang Yaoshi narrowed his eyes: "Humph, this old man has lush black hair, unlike yours with less gray hair! Shaving off the beard will make me look more majestic and majestic!"

Song Huaichen looked at him, expressing his disbelief: "When, let's show Ah Wan together."

He changed the topic: "Your poison. The poison is so poisonous that I can't even reach the first-rank level. If I meet a master, won't I only have to be beaten?"

"You're only asking this now, later than I thought." The biggest reliance of a monk is his cultivation, and Huang Yaoshi has been waiting for Song Huaichen to ask, "The monks in this world don't judge by ten grades, but by practicing Qi Foundation, Jindan, Yuanying, Huashen, and the six realms of refining the void, you are below the first rank, and you are already at the peak of refining the void—otherwise how can you stay here? You should have ascended long ago!"

"Because we are already at the Ascension level, this world can't tolerate us and rejects us, so we can't breathe?"

Huang Yaoshi nodded: "It can be understood in this way. In short, you think your cultivation level is low, but you can already walk sideways in the mortal world."

"And the effect of the medicine will always fade." Huang Yaoshi directly threw a bottle of elixir marked "poison.yao" to Song Huaichen, "It is against the law of heaven for us to appear in this world, to force the use of immortal methods-let's call it that Well, it will incur the punishment of heaven, and if something really happens, it will be suppressed and let go."

"However, I've been here for three years, and I haven't met a monk yet," Huang Yaoshi broke the topic and asked, "Are you still sleepy?"

It got dark early in the mountains, and it got dark very quickly. In a few words, the sky was completely dark. Occasionally, there were dogs barking, which made the mountain village even more lonely.

The monks don't need to sleep, Song Huaichen replied "not sleepy".

Huang Yaoshi looked beyond the bamboo fence of the medicine hall, the moon climbed into the dark sky, and Yingshan Lake shone brightly in the distance, like a bright mirror.The mountains are scattered, and the paddy and dry fields are adapted to local conditions, one piece in the east and one piece in the west, which is quite wild.The huts and wooden houses are spread along the mountain road, which is idyllic and quiet.

"In two moments, I'll take you out for a walk," Huang Yaoshi's voice drifted into the rising evening fog, "This small village is a dead end."

Song Huaichen looked out following his gaze, and the lights on the undulating mountain road from the windows of the houses went out one by one, and the small village by the lake was quickly plunged into darkness.

Surrounded by mountains, a mirror lake reflects the moonlight, a piece of cold white, and the reflection of the mountains is heavy, like a giant beast perched at the bottom of the lake.Fog formed on the surface of the water, and the fog curled up, covering the entire village in a veil.

The medicine stove is lit in front of the medicine hall, and the water vapor spit out from the medicine pot is mixed with a strong smell of medicine, and the bitter taste is entangled in the mist, making it moist and long-lasting.

The barking stopped completely.

Huang Yaoshi breathed out in the white mist: "Let's go, let's go up the mountain."

The mountain road was steep and winding, and the two of them landed silently. They seemed to be walking leisurely, but their pace was fast. The path that the woodcutter and hunter had stepped on over time was exhausted, and the trees became more and more lush.

Song Huaichen saw something was wrong, along the way, on both sides of the road, in the depths of the woods that could be seen, a section of fence would appear from time to time.

The fence is half the height of a person, short and sparse. It would be too childish to say that it is a setting to prevent wild animals from descending the mountain and destroying the crops. They are more like boundary markers.

But what is the use of this boundary marker?

Huang Yaoshi raised his chin: "Go and have a look."

The fence is made of bamboo, extremely old, covered with moss, and many of them are damp and rotten. It is already a miracle that they can stand in such a strange way.

Under Huang Yaoshi's gaze, Song Huaichen reached out and touched it.

A circle of transparent ripples suddenly exploded, and the fluctuation of spiritual power suddenly appeared, and Song Huaichen's finger was bounced back.

Amidst the rustling sound of the leaves, the entire fence trembled, transmitting the fluctuations of spiritual power around the mountain, and the prototype of the enchantment appeared.

Song Huaichen raised his eyebrows and spit out two words: "Death."

With Yingshan Lake as the center, a circle of enchantment surrounds the entire village, those inside cannot get out, and those outside cannot enter.

However, only monks are blocked, and this barrier will only be activated when the spiritual power touches it.

Huang Yaoshi added: "Only those who are above Jindan will be blocked."

"So, how did you get in here?"

"From the lake." Song Huaichen replied, "It was washed in by the water."

He reacted: "You said that you haven't met a monk in the past few years because you can't get out?"

"nature."

Song Huaichen: "How did you get in?"

"It was also from the lake." Huang Yaoshi replied, "But I passed out at that time, so I wanted to ask you."

"I'm awake. Yingshan Lake is connected to the underground river, and I'm coming from the underground river."

"Is there anything special in the underground river?"

Song Huaichen turned his head to look at him, under the shadow of the swaying tree, the handsome young man's face revealed a strangeness in the flickering light spots, "The river bed of that river is made of bones."

"The underground river is full of spiritual power, and those bones are all monks." Song Huaichen said sentence by sentence, "According to common sense, such a large cemetery will inevitably produce visions, but there is nothing in the river, it is very calm."

"The underground is a corpse, and the ground is a dead end. There should be a relationship between the two."

Huang Yaoshi guessed: "Could the death on the ground be a kind of suppression?"

"This enchantment can prevent all monks above the golden core, even the great masters of refining the void can't break through. The people who set up this formation are either cultivators refining the void, or just like us, experts from overseas.

"I prefer the latter. Not many people will come from ten continents overseas, and we are both here. In this deadlock, there may be things that neither of us can understand."

Song Huaichen suddenly realized a problem: "You have never left this village, how do you know so much news?"

The people in the village are all mortals, how did he know that mortal monks are divided into Qi training, foundation building and other realms?

Huang Yaoshi chuckled: "The mountain people have their own tricks."

"I can't go out, but people in the village can do it. There are a lot of people who want to ask for immortality. The Damen sect opens the gate of the mountain every year and selects children with good roots in the world to go to the mountain to practice. People from the village come to the town Look at the fairy, and he can talk for more than half a month when he comes back."

"Furthermore, the enchantment is protected against gold cores and above. There are many small things on this mountain. I caught many of them when they ran over. After feeding them for a few days, they can become spiritual pets. They follow the villagers to the town and can bring A lot of messages back."

"In another three months, it will be the day when the mountain gate will be opened this year. Those in the village who want to watch the excitement, do business, or take their children to try their luck will be leaving in ten days. If you have a spiritual pet or other means, They can use it, let them take it out."

Huang Yaoshi said frankly: "I have been here for several years, and I have used various methods, but I am still trapped here. If you need anything, just tell me, and I will help if I can. I don't want to be trapped for the rest of my life." Trapped here. A monk's life is long."

"it is good."

At noon the next day, Ah Wan came to return the cleaned bowls. From a distance, she saw Song Huaichen sitting on the ponytail at the gate of the courtyard weaving something. The little girl was curious and hesitated to go over to have a look.

The shadow fell on the ground in front of him, Song Huaichen raised his head and smiled at the little girl, his fingers were still moving nimbly among the grass blades.

Straw grasshoppers, green grasshoppers, praying mantises holding their feet with sickles, and a lot of gadgets are already placed at the feet of the man.

The little girl looked at the things in Song Huaichen's hands, and said in a childish voice, "It's so pretty."

Song Huaichen freed up his hand, took the bowl and put it on the ground, then picked up a straw grasshopper and gave it to Ah Wan: "Take it and play."

Ah Wan hesitated for a moment before picking it up. The gadgets are worthless, but they are more attractive than wontons.

The little girl fiddled with the grasshopper in her hand, dimpled from her laughter, squatted down beside Song Huaichen, raised her head and asked, "Why is Mr. Song sitting here, making this up?"

"Mr. Song?" Song Huaichen glanced at her. In the little girl's eyes, his hair was still white. "That's your grandma. You should call me Brother Song, or Uncle Song."

Ah Wan's brothers were all little kids running around, so she chose the second address without hesitation: "Uncle Song, why are you sitting at the door?"

"Huang Yaoshi thinks I'm in the way, so drive me out."

The little girl immediately expressed dissatisfaction: "Uncle Song, you are very capable! You are more capable than Uncle Huang!"

Song Huaichen smiled: "Oh? Why do you say that?"

Ah Wan: "You can't eat what Uncle Huang cooks, but what you cook is delicious!"

"Then what is Ah Wan's favorite food?"

"Fish, the fish in Yingshan Lake is delicious, even better than the ones in the town. It's sweet, and the braised sauce is especially delicious." The little girl showed a fascinated expression, and couldn't help swallowing.

"Okay, tell your grandma, I'll take you fishing."

Chapter 6

The villagers respected Huang Yaoshi very much. He said that Song Huaichen was his friend, so the whole village trusted this newcomer.

Ah Wan went home and said something, and Grandma Sun let her go with Song Huaichen, and told her little granddaughter to take good care of Uncle Song.

In fact, Uncle Song, who really wanted to be an older brother, took Ah Wan with one hand and a fishing rod with the other to Yingshan Lake.

Song Huaichen told Ah Wan that he was new here and didn't understand anything, and asked Ah Wan to tell him about the people and things in the village.

The little girl started talking here and there, all of which were gossips from the parents, all of which the little girl heard when she was playing with her friends.

Also, the recent big event, the villagers are going to the town to see the gods.

"I was too young a few years ago, and my grandma wouldn't let me go. This year, I can finally go to the town with everyone."

In order to catch up with the grand ceremony in March, the villagers will leave in ten days. It can be seen from the distance that this small mountain village is extremely remote, and even traveling businessmen are unwilling to come.

Grandma Sun is too old to walk such a long distance, so she can only ask her fellow countrymen to take Ah Wan out.

The Immortal Cultivation School likes to accept children between the ages of five and ten. They are young and easy to coax, and their concept of family is not too deep, so it is easy to cut the roots of dust.He is young and his bones have not yet been finalized, so he has a bright future ahead.

And those who are over five years old are not too young, they can understand the truth, they are easy to teach, and they can worry less about basic necessities of life.

Ah Wan can see things that ordinary people can't see, and Grandma Sun always thought that she should become a fairy.

"Old lady, I'm lonely, but I can't break Ah Wan's way because of myself. She is a promising person."

Of course, Ah Wan didn't know Grandma Sun's plan, she was full of the joy of being able to go to the town and see the gods.

Huang Yaoshi repeated to Song Huaichen Grandma Sun's entrustment to her fellow countrymen, who said that Grandma Sun was a knowledgeable person.

Huang Yaoshi was puzzled: "Why do you say that?"

Song Huaichen, who was carefully chipping a piece of wood with a knife, didn't even raise his head: "Ah Wan's parents think she is unlucky, but Grandma Sun thinks she has the talent to cultivate immortals. Isn't this knowledge?"

"You're thinking too complicated. Grandma Sun is just an ordinary old woman in the countryside. What kind of knowledge can she have? On the contrary, it is Ah Wan's parents who can write a letter of 'this girl is not ominous'. They are very knowledgeable. At least they will Writing. And writing such a letter, although it is ruthless and unfair to Ah Wan, is responsible to other people, not thinking of bringing disaster to the east, and it shows that they are virtuous."

"Grandma Sun thinks so because she raised Ah Wan and has feelings for the little girl."

The knife in Song Huaichen's hand paused: "You're right."

It's just that he hasn't thought about the problem from this angle for a long time.

Song Huaichen threw out the hook, a silver streak across the sky, and plunged into the clear water.

The autumn is crisp and the sun is warm. Ah Wan sits comfortably in the shade of a tree, eating dried sweet potatoes.

Song Huaichen wanted to know about Yingshan Lake, and even more about the white bones under the lake, but it was impossible for him to ask a child, so he just followed what the little girl said, talking about something.

The man didn't put too much thought into the fishing rod, so naturally he didn't catch a fish for a long time. Ah Wan finished eating dried sweet potatoes and got tired of playing with straw insects, and suddenly thought of something: "Uncle Song, do you know how to read?"

"know."

"Then wait a moment!" The little girl who got the answer jumped up and ran, "I'm going to find the nerd!"

After a while, Ah Wan ran over with a little boy.

The boy's clothes were pale from washing, and the patches on his clothes were frayed. It was obvious that his family was struggling.He was older than Ah Wan, a full head taller than the little girl, but because of his thinness, he was like a bamboo pole.

"Take out the book!" Arriving in front of Song Huaichen, Ah Wan unceremoniously threw out her hands at him.

The boy looked hesitantly at Ah Wan, then at Song Huaichen, and slowly took out a thin booklet from his pocket. The booklet was wrapped in a layer of kraft paper, and there were traces of long-time flipping on the paper.

The boy gave the brochure to Ah Wan, and Ah Wan handed it to Song Huaichen, not forgetting to ask: "Uncle Song, don't break it, this is the bookworm's treasure."

Song Huaichen turned it over and realized that it was a fragmented copy, with no cover or back cover, and the first sentence he could see was "Bai Jian to Zhu Yi".

Song Huaichen continued to read: "Where did this book come from?"

The bookworm murmured, "My father left it for me."

leave.

Song Huaichen thought about these two words, is it because the child's father is gone?

He had no intention of poking someone's sore spot: "Do you want to read?"

The thin and tall boy's dull face suddenly shone with brilliance, and he replied heavily: "Mmm!"

"What's your name?"

"Bai Jane."

Song Huaichen read the first sentence in the book "Bai Jian to Zhu Yi", and couldn't help but smile: "Good name."

"Let's read it first, I'll read a sentence, and you read a sentence, understand?"

"understand!"

Song Huaichen began to read: "You also bark, Yan Yufei, swinging to Weiwei..."

Bai Jian followed the reading meticulously, sitting upright, as if sitting in a private school of a wealthy family in the town.

Ah Wan watched and listened, and soon began to read.

The sentences in the book are neat and the meaning is simple enough that the two children may not understand, but Song Huaichen read it with interest.

He thought it was very familiar, but he didn't remember where he had seen it. He was immersed in his own thoughts for a while, and he just read it mechanically.

Turning to the last page, when the content of the book came to an abrupt end at "Ge Lian vs. borrowing bandits", Song Huaichen suddenly woke up, but he continued naturally, "Xi Kong vs. Xi Yan."

A word out of the mouth, like a silted channel opened, spring water gurgling out.

There are mountains and forts, and the water is gurgling, facing the wall against Tanlu.The ceremony was written by Gongdan, and the poem book was deleted by Zhongni.

The donkey's sleepy guest passes through Bashui, and the cock crowing man has already left the pass.

After a few nights of frost flying, Canghong has already left the northern fortress; for several days, the fog is dark, and there is no black leopard hiding in the southern mountain.

It is "Sound Rhythm Enlightenment", a book written during the Kangxi period.

But where did Kangxi come from here?

"Is your father a scholar?" Song Huaichen raised his head and asked Bai Jian, and then he was surprised to find that there was a circle of children around him, all of them stared at him eagerly with big bright eyes.

I don't know if it was because of the sun, but Bai Jian's face was flushed, and he replied "yes" with a sense of pride.

Song Huaichen was very interested in Bai Jian's father, but obviously he couldn't ask a group of children, he closed the book and returned with both hands: "If you want to study, go home and tell the adults, if you want to read, come to the medicine hall to find me anytime. "

"So you want to be a teacher?"

Song Huaichen avoided the important and took the light: "Mr. Song sounds better than Uncle Song."

The table is full of shavings and sawdust. Song Huaichen’s carpentry work is coming to an end. Columnar wooden blocks of different sizes have mortise and tenon joints. Song Huaichen carefully polishes them with a file. There are so many skills," he sighed and returned to the previous topic, "it's not easy to leave after becoming a private school teacher."

"I don't teach them to read, but to read and write. It won't take long." Song Huaichen blew the dust off his hands, and said bluntly, "Most of these children are going to the town, and the friendship between teachers and students can't be cultivated in ten days, and the peasants It’s hard for them to calm down and study because they’re used to being wild. When they come back...if they come back, half a year has passed, how much enthusiasm can they still have?”

"Bai Jian will never forget." Huang Yaoshi said.

Song Huaichen replied: "Bai Jian has spiritual roots."

"Because Bai Jian won't come back, that's why you opened your mouth?" The most educated people in the village only know a few hundred words. They have long wanted to ask Huang Yaoshi to teach their children to read, but Huang Yaoshi is a doctor, and they really can't do it. out of time.

Song Huaichen opened his mouth, and there will be absolutely no objection, and the villagers can't wait for it.

"Not all." Song Huaichen still focused on the work at hand, without looking at Huang Yaoshi, "I said this mainly because I want the children to help me take things out."

The man began to join the wooden parts, and soon, a puppet with movable limbs and joints was formed in his hands.

The puppet has two long arms, and Song Huaichen stuffed Zhang Fu into its hollow torso.

The man let go, and the puppet stood firmly on the table.

"Look." Song Huaichen pinched his hands, mobilized his meager spiritual power, and drew a small formation.

The puppet on the table suddenly moved and turned its head to face Huang Yaoshi.

Facing the wooden face without facial features, Huang Yaoshi had the illusion that it was looking at him.

"look here."

The small formation was suspended in mid-air, and in the center was an image, reflecting Huang Yaoshi's face with a stunned expression.

The puppet was indeed looking at him, and behind the puppet were Song Huaichen's eyes.

"I plan to give this to Ah Wan and let her take it to town."

Huang Yaoshi said that Song Huaichen would use it if he had the means, and this was Song Huaichen's method.A puppet is much more troublesome than a grasshopper. It is not only awkward to give it to the little girl rashly, but the other party will not accept it.

Huang Yaoshi couldn't figure out the connection: "What does teaching children to read have anything to do with puppets?"

He soon found out.

In the impression of the villagers, Mr. Private School is serious and rigid, always holding a ruler and preparing to beat his palms.However, Song Huaichen’s classroom didn’t have a ruler, or even desks. He asked the children to form a circle, with a tree stump in the center, and a puppet standing on the tree stump.

Song Huaichen started from pictographic characters, and made the little wooden figurine perform various movements according to the shape of the characters.

Every class is full of laughter, and the children are all smiling. Song Huaichen's teaching method has undoubtedly subverted the cognition of the villagers and Huang Yaoshi. Ask him what he does for a living before going to Heting.

"Doing long-term work for others." Song Huaichen smiled slightly, looking far away, trying to hide his nostalgia, "Not a learned person."

"Then why...how did you come up with the idea of ​​teaching like this?"

"Because some of our husbands mentioned the concept of 'teaching through entertainment', I think it makes sense. I also went to school when I was young, and I was really scared of being beaten. Since there is a better way, there is no need to let more Too many children have endured that pain."

In ten days, Song Huaichen's address in Yingshan Lake changed from "Mr. Song" and "Uncle Song" to "Mr. Song". The unassuming Mr. Song got along with the children.

When the children left, they surrounded Mr. Song with tears in their eyes. The man gave the puppet to Ah Wan: "Take Ah Mu out to see the world."

Then he returned the half of "Enlightenment to the Rhythm" that had been stored with him as a teaching material to Bai Jian, and told the oldest child, "Take care of your younger siblings."

The boy holding the book tightly nodded his head, and the red-eyed Ah Wan hugged the little wooden figure and said loudly back to Mr. Song.

Song Huaichen stood where he was, on the inside of the barrier that the children couldn't see, and watched them leave.

Huang Yaoshi saw that his expression was different from usual: "What's wrong?"

"Suddenly I feel a little reluctant."

Huang Yaoshi comforted him: "Except for Bai Jian, the other children will come back."

"Even if they come back," Song Huaichen had a premonition, "this Peach Blossom Land will not be the same as before."

Chapter 7

The team headed for the town and took half of the children away, and Yingshan Lake suddenly became much quieter.

Song Huaichen and Huang Yaoshi occasionally looked through the puppet's eyes. A few young men and a few women led a group of children over the mountains and ridges. They walked hard, but there was nothing to show for them. eight characters.

"For these children, going to the town is equivalent to a practice."

In the beginning, it was the adults who had the hard work. They couldn't control the noisy and bouncing children.

Listening to the howling of tigers and monkeys on both sides of the canoe is chic, while curling up by the bonfire and listening to howling foxes and wolves is frightening and challenging. Pairs of green eyes in the night scare so many children that they cannot sleep.

Gradually, they gradually matured and became more obedient and sensible during the journey of eating and sleeping.

Go to the town and have a look. The prosperity and wealth of the outside world and the relationship between people will also have an impact on the lives of the children and promote them to mature.

In order to catch up with the grand event in winter, the Yingshan Lake team set off in autumn. This timing can be said to be very bad, because autumn is the busy season for farming.Once more than a dozen strong laborers left, all the old, weak, women and children in the village had to go to battle, and they were very busy.

Yaoshi Huang was also busy. The long hours of labor made the backs of a group of peasants sore, and the plasters for bruises in the pharmacy were consumed very quickly.

Some people wanted to eat meat during the Chinese New Year, and ran to the mountains to hunt. The autumn fat rabbit was not knocked down, and his leg was broken.

Song Huaichen doesn't understand the things in the crop field, and his level can only serve a few small green vegetables that are crooked and cracked in the back of the house.Helping deliver medicine at the pharmacy, and stopping the bleeding is easy.

Huang Yaoshi looked at it strangely: "Are you often injured?"

He didn't see the demeanor of a master in Song Huaichen, he only saw the accumulation of a cook.

"The wounds on those people don't seem to be scratched by Huang Weasel." Song Huaichen threw the blood-stained gauze into the basin, scrubbed it with his hands, and changed the subject without a trace.

Huang Yaoshi didn't notice anything, and lowered his voice to explain to him: "They crossed the forest boundary."

The fence surrounding the dead end on the mountain is the forest boundary in the population of Yingshan Lake