A small stream flowing into the Wei River passes through the mountains, and in late autumn the stream recedes, filling the riverbed with large and small pebbles, gray and white with a little bit of gold, and shimmering in the afternoon sun.

The creek is lined with wild shrubs of varying heights, and pine trees that were replanted en masse in the 60s are staggered.

None of them have yet reached maturity, the trunks are small and the needles are yellowing, and three or five brown pine towers hang on the branches.

A slightly taller woodcutter in the mountains can be picked with his hand.

Before the liberation, it was said that the valley was full of ancient pines that were 100 or 1,000 years old, and tigers and wolves often roamed it.

Once the bandits who went out to rob on the Black Stone Village got into the valley, the officers and soldiers behind them did not dare to chase after them.

The trap black spear in the primeval forest was invincible, and the team of hundreds of people threw into it, like sand grains falling into a rice jar, which could not play a role.

The Wei River is also a big sand river, the yellow sand accumulated by seasonal flooding for thousands of years is more than one zhang thick, forming a desert belt more than half a mile wide on both sides of the river embankment.

River sand is rich in iron ore, and if you put a magnet in the sand, you can suck out a large lump.

The black iron sand is stunned all over the body, like a hedgehog with black thorns all over its body, and it has also become a game that the babies in this area often play.

Chengzi heard his grandfather say that when the steel was smelting, hundreds of iron-making furnaces gathered on the rivers and beaches around Daqingshan.

It is convenient to salvage iron sand here, and it is close to the primeval mountain forest, which is the best location for earthen kiln charcoal smelting and iron smelting.

Therefore, various nearby units, schools, production teams, and brigades have built iron-making furnaces here.

Soil smelting, backward technology, and lack of on-site guidance from professional and technical personnel, the results can be imagined.

The qualified steel was not smelted, and the entire Daqing Mountain was almost cut down into a big bald mountain.

In the words of Chengzi's grandfather, at that time, people were a little pretty, others were doing it blindly, and they were also doing it blindly.

There are a few ancestral ancient trees in the courtyard, and if others don't come to cut them, they have to be put down even if they don't sleep in the middle of the night.

Otherwise, I will feel that I am a sinner, sorry for the big Y, sorry for the people's commune.

The smoke clouds of history are slowly dissipating, and the world is entering the great Chinese era.

The practice of socialist industrialization, despite the catastrophes, has finally ushered in the harvest season.

I suddenly remembered the old man's poem: complaining too much to prevent intestinal breakage, and the scenery should be long-term. The water of Modao Kunming Pond is shallow, and the fish viewing is better than the Fuchun River.

The four babies had already come to the back of the Black Stone Village, and from here they returned to Qingshan Temple, and they happened to turn around in the mountains.

The little monk Chengxin stopped talking, pulled out the firewood knife on his waist and began to get down to business.

Dachengzi, Huzi, and Xiaohua also understood and followed behind the little monk to help him clean up the dry wood he had chopped.

People who live in the mountains don't have to worry about firewood for cooking.

After half an hour's work, the dry firewood such as pine branches and withered bamboos, the babies even chopped and picked up, and cleaned up a few piles.

The little monk was already a skilled woodcutter, but when he saw him cut a bunch of vines, according to the strength of Chengzi and Xiaohua, each of them carried a bundle of firewood.

"The three donors have worked hard, Amitabha, let's go home!"

Chengxin cut off a wooden stick as a flat pole, picked up two bundles of dry firewood, saluted Chengzi with one hand, and sang a Buddha name, which made Chengzi and Xiaohua laugh for a while.

The two of them carried bundles of firewood on their backs, followed behind Chengxin and Huzi, and from time to time "Amitabha, Amitabha" played with each other.

The mountain road is rugged, the sunset is the companion, and several babies laugh all the way back to Qingshan Temple.

In front of the mountain gate, Master Yongde was pushing the stone mill and grinding the sun-dried bud valley.

Next to it, a pair of small-sized straw sandals woven with strips of cloth and coarse linen are also about to take shape.

The Jiuhua Mountain Tibetan Bodhisattva Dojo is a long way away, and the two of them walked to hear the Dharma, and the dry food and straw sandals on the way needed to be prepared.

At that time, there were already diesel engines for rice and flour processing at the brigade headquarters under the mountain.

The Yongde monk of Qingshan Temple seems to be still following the living habits of the ancients.

Stone grinding powder, stone trough rice.

Then use the rapeseed sesame seeds harvested every year to go to the small oil mill at the bottom of the mountain to exchange for some vegetable oil, and occasionally go down the mountain to raise money in exchange for salt and cloth for monks' clothes.

The monks, Buddhism, and green lanterns have no desire to live their needs, and it is enough.

"Master, I'm back!" Chengxin piled up the dry firewood and turned back to report to the master.

Monk Yongde did not speak, but only held the salute with one hand with a smile on his face, expressing his gratitude to the three little benefactors.

He is a devout cultivator, and perhaps in the eyes of this master, there is no distinction between the size of the benefactor.

Every porridge and meal is compassion, and the generosity of every plant and tree is kindness.

Chengxin did not break his promise, and after a short rest, he went to cut off the nest honey and came over to share it with Dachengzi.

This time, the little monk didn't enjoy it himself, but just sat quietly on the side, watching the three babies gobble up.

"Little monk, why don't you eat it?"

Xiaohua Niuniu is soft-hearted, and she is very embarrassed to see Cheng Cheng looking dryly.

"Buddhism has a precept of not eating at noon, Amitabha. ”

Chengxin glanced at the working master and sang a Buddhist verse in a low voice.

"Monks don't eat meat, if you eat chicken, you're not a monk!"

Frightened, Chengxin's face turned red instantly, and he pointed in the direction of the grinding table and warned Xiaohua not to talk nonsense.

If Master Wende knew that he had broken his vows to eat meat, he would definitely drive him down the mountain.

For the homeless little monk, it can be miserable!

Although Niuniu is small, she is very clever, and she already knows what Chengxin means, so she quickly covered her mouth and laughed apologetically.

Dachengzi and Huzi don't care about this, and the little monk doesn't eat nest honey, which is exactly what they want.

The two babies looked engaged and solemn when they ate honey, as if they were completing a very serious ceremony.

After grinding the noodles, the old monk cleaned up the stone grinding, and knocked the bronze bell in front of the mountain gate a few times.

Chengxin stood up, saluted the three babies, and reluctantly followed the master back to the temple.

The sun is about to set, and the evening breeze blows with a deep coolness.

The voices of the two monks, an old man and a young monk, came faintly, melodious and ancient, and the little monk was doing evening classes with the master.

Before I knew it, I had been on this mountain for a day, and I didn't even go back to eat lunch, and the adults of Weizhuang must have been in a hurry at this time.

Looking at the smoky village at the foot of the mountain, Huzi jumped up.

"Chengzi! Let's go home quickly! My mom is going to beat me to death tonight!"

He took his sister Xiaohua's hand and eagerly urged the gluttonous Dachengzi.

This little baby doesn't care, he has developed the habit of calling him home at the entrance of the village every evening.

But he didn't expect that this was in the mountains, even if his mother shouted in his throat, he couldn't hear it.

The mountain gate of Qingshan Temple had been closed, and the Huzi brothers and sisters rushed down the mountain.

Dachengzi suddenly remembered the red-haired savage and the hairy monkey with the child on his back, so he got up from the stone platform and chased after the tiger with a roar.

"Brother Huzi, we'll come up tomorrow!"

After the horror was settled, he had a plan for tomorrow, and he had already begun to be obsessed with the days in the mountains.

If the master of the little monk Chengxin is willing to accept him as a disciple, he will take refuge in Buddhism without hesitation.

In the eyes of this ignorant little baby, being a little monk has nest honey to eat, karma to eat, and can hunt and play in the mountains every day, which is much more fun than the games of those babies in Wang Dazhuang.

How did he know how much sadness and helplessness there was behind the monks!

"You're going home tomorrow!"

Huzi is also surnamed Wei, and he is the grandson of Chengzi's grandfather, and the two should be distant cousins.

Mother Wei Lan mentioned telling Chengzi about baby kissing, and one of the female babies is this little flower girl.

"Chengzi, you tell your aunt that you will play in Weizhuang for a few more days! The little monk is so pitiful! Without parents, his master is like a hairy monkey! We will accompany him more every day on the mountain!"

Hearing that Dachengzi was about to go home, Xiaohua was a little reluctant.

The girl's family may be more emotional than the boy, and she can already feel the loneliness and sadness of the little monk Chengxin at a young age.

In her eyes, the compassionate monk Wende is like a hairy monkey monster carrying a child.

Maybe living in the mountains for a long time and having little contact with the world, these hidden monks will have a bit of fairy energy that does not eat the fireworks of the world, which makes the little babies feel afraid.

Although I believe in materialism, if I really want to stay alone in a remote barren mountain and wild temple for one night, without other laymen to accompany me, my heart will still be drummed.

This feeling should be the same psychological reaction as Xiaohua Niuniu's awe of Master Wende.

"Okay, I'm not going home, I'll come up tomorrow to play!"

Dachengzi replied very resolutely, every time he left his grandmother's house before, his mother dragged him on the road, and this time it must be even more difficult to part.

While speaking, the three little babies walked into the dense bamboo forest.

The surroundings suddenly became dark, and Dachengzi felt that countless pairs of monster eyes were staring at him, and the cold hairs all over his body stood up.

He tugged at the placket of Huzi's clothes tightly, and he didn't dare to take a sip of the atmosphere.

It wasn't until he walked out of the bamboo forest that Weizhuang was in front of him, and the sound of chickens and dogs barking in the village came faintly, and Chengzi's frightened timidity quickly calmed down.

Adults say that dogs are animals that ward off evil spirits, and as long as there are dogs nearby, no ghosts can get close to them.

After hearing these words a hundred times, for Wang Jiacheng as a child, it has become a persistent belief.

So now people have pet dogs, in addition to their loyalty, maybe there is really this kind of loneliness and fear complex in it.

From the point of view of Feng Shui, it would be a good choice to feed two domestic dogs in a house with heavy yin qi.