Comrade Shenxian, please speak

(Eight)

Everyone said that the plan could not keep up with the changes. I originally planned to go to Yulong Village to find clues after the holiday, but from the first day of the holiday, those "red bombs" that had been lurking for a long time were detonated one after another, which made me dizzy.

I don't understand why young people of marriageable age line up to get married during the holidays?Why can I still receive invitations from kindergarten classmates I haven’t contacted for more than ten years? !

The wages just paid haven't been warmed up yet!This month is destined to be old again.

Near the end of the holiday, the hiking bag packed before the holiday finally came in handy.

On this day, I woke up early and drove to Yulong Village. As soon as I entered the village, I saw a few familiar figures. Coincidentally, they were people from the Design Institute.I'm really afraid of something, but I just ran into an acquaintance again, why is it so difficult to do something secretly.

I slowed down, shrunk my body to try to reduce my sense of existence, and quietly hid the car in the backyard of the village committee.But as soon as he came out, he was stopped by someone, it was Xiao Li again.

"Oh, I also said which leader came to inspect. Open a fork. It turns out that it is you, an invisible local tyrant."

I curled my lips and replied to him: "The leaders all drive six horses. The car is not mine, I borrowed it."

He said "Oh" and asked again: "It's a big holiday, what are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" I asked back.

"We're working overtime."

"I also work overtime."

He raised his eyebrows, as if it didn't matter if I lied to him, the two brothers seemed to take me out, pointing to a group of people in the distance to show me.

"To be honest, we have put in a lot of effort this time. We specially invited experts from other places to guide us. The appearance fee is quite high."

"Okay, give us guidance when you have time."

"The plan was to hold a meeting with the bureau, but unfortunately the experts could only stay for one day, so they were brought to the scene first, and flew away at night."

Then guide a ball, isn't this just watching the flowers on horseback?I wonder.

"I'm telling you the truth. I'm here to conduct a public opinion survey. We're busy with our own business. I'll take a step first." I quickly made an excuse to withdraw first, waved my hand and walked into the village.

"Let's have dinner together when you're free." He called from a distance behind him.

It's free for eating, I'm afraid it's not a Hongmen banquet.

I pushed open the courtyard door of Mr. Zhang's house, and saw the old man was sitting on a small bench peeling garlic.He is the only one in the family, Uncle Zhang should have gone out to work.

Exactly what I want.

I hurried forward to say hello, "Grandpa, how are you doing?"

"Okay, it's okay." He slowly rubbed the skin of garlic, and slowly glanced at me.I don't know if he still remembers me.

I took out a bag of fruit and gave it to him, slipped a small bench from the side, and sat opposite him, helping him peel the garlic while carefully exploring.

"Grandpa, I found the climbers you mentioned earlier. Do you remember someone named Wang Hao? He said he visited you a few times."

"Oh, he hasn't been here for a long time."

"He said you told him a story about a fairy? Can you tell me the story too?" I looked expectant.

"Oh, let me think about it..."

It doesn't seem to be something worth hiding, he will tell me what he thinks of.Since the old man speaks slowly and the organization is not clear, I sorted it out. The story is roughly like this:

It is said that at the beginning of the last century, Mr. Zhang's father was also a native of this village, and he usually made a living by growing and picking vegetables.

Mr. Zhang is an old man, and everyone in the family is very precious.His father saw that he had not come easily, so he wanted to give him a good name.But the people in the village were called Jia, B, C, Ding, etc., and his father knew it didn't sound good. Unfortunately, he had never studied, and there were not many educated people in the village. As a result, the child was almost a hundred days old and did not get a proper name.

One day, the father of the old man went to the mountain to dig bamboo shoots, worrying about the name while digging.At that time, it was no longer fashionable in the village to talk about immortals. The Qing Dynasty was overthrown, and the Lafayette was returned to the west.His father was thinking about it in his heart, and he also chanted: "God, if you are really manifesting, you should give my baby a good name! I am a person who can't read a word, what do you do if you call me? "Nevermind is nothing but nagging, but I didn't take this matter seriously.

When the child was a hundred days old, his father went to the mountain to dig bamboo shoots early in the morning.After digging, I chopped off a bamboo next to me, thinking about going back to make rice in bamboo tubes.Unexpectedly, a piece of paper fell out of the bamboo tube with two words written on it.

Although his father couldn't read, he knew that this was not an ordinary thing. He just thought it was a manifestation of a god, and he really named his baby.Hurry up and run home to show the child to his mother, and if you recognize the child, call it these two words.

The couple burned and worshiped at home, and they didn't know which god they were worshiping.

When Mr. Zhang grew up and his father passed away, the family didn't know what the god gave him.

Later, a student in a western suit came to the village once, and the old man showed him the paper, only then did he realize that the two characters were "Ford".

Blessing is blessing, virtue is virtue, if you want to have blessing, you must have virtue.The student explained it to him in this way, and boasted that the handwriting was good, and asked him who wrote it, and the old man said it was a god.

The student smiled and said, "We don't believe in gods and emperors, and if we want to create happiness, it all depends on ourselves."

I think the old man should have met a new youth.

After the story was finished, the old man slowly got up and walked into the house.

I followed him into the house, and saw him take out a cloth bag from the antique box. After opening the inner three layers and the outer three layers, he took out a transparent sealed plastic bag. Inside was a piece of rice paper about [-] centimeters square. Yellowish, with some spots and creases, in the middle, there are two brush characters written up and down-Fude.

The old man handed the things over to me and said that this was the note left by the gods to his father.

I observed it carefully for a while, and it was indeed an old object from the traces of the paper, and there was nothing special about the paper.The handwriting is excellent, and I am definitely not qualified to comment on the dog crawling handwriting. At least in my opinion, it is no different from the calligraphy printed by the computer. I don’t know what font it is, and we are not professionals.

I took a high-resolution photo of the note with a digital camera and returned it to the old man.

It turns out that the old man said he had seen it, but he had only seen the words left by the gods, not the gods themselves.It seems that a second step has to be taken.