The scholar went up the mountain to collect medicine, and he carried a book bag made of bamboo, but he did not forget to put a few lovely books in the book bag, his favorite novels. What he means is that when you are tired of collecting medicine, you can rest by the river, you can lie on the grassy slope, you can bathe in the river with your feet, and read your novels with a clear heart.

He held a sickle in his hand, and marched towards the depths of the mountain temple ditch, and when he walked through the mountain temple, he stepped into the temple gate and bowed to the mountain god twice, so he should be lucky.

In fact, he is the home of Chalang.com, and he has taken writing and reading books as his responsibility all his life, and writing books is his life's work. The task of 1,000 words a day is actually not difficult, as long as you think about it, you can write it and complete the task. In this world, only you can't think of it, and you can't do it without you.

In fact, in the past, he was poor, however, since stepping into the writing industry, he has begun to become richer. In fact, for him, going up to the mountains to collect medicine is just a pleasure in his writing career, and he does not really make a living from it like the cowherding women in the mountain villages.

There was an ancient temple in the mountain, an ancient temple without a biological mother, and it was the farthest place he had ever been to collect medicine. When he was a child, he came here to burn incense with his mother, and by mistake, how many years have passed, and he is still living here. It's so poignant here, dark and damp, push open the temple door, yin * people.

He lived in this small mountain village, studied all his life, adhered to the feudal moral and ethical concepts, and never crossed the thunder pond half a step throughout his life, square and elegant, and was welcomed by the people of the mountain village.

At this time, it was already sunset, the sun was dusk, he put on incense, walked out of the temple gate, in front of the firewood house, there were several witches and mountain envoys. The envoy of the mountain is making small wooden chairs.

The scholar then sat at the door of the firewood room and chatted with the witch, "You also learn carpentry from others, which will help you in your future life." The witch said with a smile.

"Don't learn." The scholar stubbornly rejected. "Don't learn, huh." The witches didn't seem very satisfied, and looked at each other.

"What's in your bag?" The witch wanted to find out. The scholar hurriedly tightened his schoolbag, afraid that the witch would snatch his schoolbag, so he said timidly: "There is nothing, just a few books." ”

A few witches smiled and said no more.

Look at the late day, and a little cold. The scholar greeted him and said, "It's getting late, I should go back to the village, goodbye." So, the scholar went down quietly by himself.

After the scholars left, the witches scolded angrily: "Hmph, if you don't learn, your heart is still weirdly high." Let's go, sooner or later, when you climb back......"