The two young men who had never known each other talked like this. Jiang Shisan knew at this time that he was in the Moyun Temple outside the city, and he was saved by the "senior monk" in the temple.

After not talking for long, he fell back into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, it was already evening, and this time he woke up much better, and his stomach began to rumble normally - he had been under the bridge for two days, and he no longer felt hungry, only numbness before dying.

Yang Er was still busy in the house taking care of the five sick people, and when he saw Jiang Shisan wake up, he went out to cook without saying a word, and this time he brought a bowl of thick porridge with fish soup. Poor Jiang Thirteen couldn't wait to eat all the bowls in his stomach, and after eating, he was already able to sit up slowly, leaning against the wall and talking.

That night, one of the sick people in the same room did not survive. Early the next morning, Yang Er brought a new straw mat and helped the newly recognized little brother Jiang 13 change the straw mat, and then wrapped the corpse in the old mat and moved it out.

At noon, Jiang Shisan still received fish soup and rice to eat.

I can't remember the last time I ate rice, and I didn't have time to feel it, Jiang Shisan, like a few fellow victims in the same room, shaved all the contents of the bowl into his stomach.

Several scrawny people sat against the wall, touching their slightly bulging bellies, reminiscing about the taste of fish and rice, and invariably smirked.

However, the good times didn't last long, and after a while, a few monks with fierce gods and short sticks came into the house.

Jiang Thirteen and a few of them were going to eat old, and when they saw this situation, they didn't wait for anyone to teach, they had already knelt down together, and they began to scream "Engong, master" in their mouths.

One of the monks, a great monk who was like a mountain, looked down at them and smiled with satisfaction: "Yes, it's all good, let's bring it all to the 'purification'." ”

After a while, several of them were taken out of the house and led all the way to the back of the temple. Under the gable is a pool of bluestones, and the clear spring water is led down from the mountain by thick bamboo pipes. Before a few of them could understand, they were pressed to a chair by a few monks waiting there, shaved their heads, and then stripped of their clothes and dragged into the pool.

In the hot midday sun, Jiang Shisan took a refreshing bath. After washing, they were driven into the lower pool next to them, the water was a little muddy, and there was a strange smell, Jiang Thirteen was finally put ashore after splashing in the pool for a while under the order to drink.

Then he received a moon-white cloth short coat, a pair of gray cloth trousers, and a pair of straw sandals, all of which had been confiscated.

After that, each of them received a pill the size of his fingers, and after drinking it on the spot, he was considered alive and brought back again.

In the evening, he received his third meal of the day, this time even more abundant, with a bowl full of dry rice, covered with shredded fish and vegetables. After Jiang Shisan was full, he excitedly pulled Yang Er to ask questions, Yang Er was entangled by him and couldn't help it, so he told the news he had inquired about in the past few days.

According to him, these people in the house were all "fostered" here by the Zen master of Putuo Mountain in the South China Sea, and the master of Moyun Temple was regarded as recruiting apprentices on behalf of his colleagues, and when they could recite a few verses of the scriptures, they would be sent to the temple in the South China Sea and officially become monks.

"I can't complain that I'm going to shave today, thank God, we're novices this time, right? Alas, I don't know when I'll get it. Hearing this, Jiang Shisan touched his smooth scalp, savored the fragrance of brown rice, and said excitedly.

"It's hard to say, I still have to learn the scriptures, and those who can't learn it will go to pick up soil." Yang Er returned sullenly. He is not as excited as Jiang Shisan, he doesn't want to be a monk, he just wants to go back to Hangzhou and be a thief carefree. But he also knew that he couldn't dispel Jiang Shisan's yearning for a better temple life, and he could only be secretly depressed.

"It's good to study the scriptures, the novice is just to study the scriptures......" Jiang Shisan was already immersed in his fantasy of happiness, and he didn't notice Yang Er's depression at all.

Early the next morning, Jiang Shisan and a few of them were taken into a side hall, where many people were already seated, young and old, and the ground was full of cases, with sandboxes and branches on them, and a blackboard on the wooden shelf in front of the hall.

It didn't take long for someone to take a roll call at the door: "Master Pudu arrives at ......" Hearing the roll call, everyone hurriedly bowed down and stood up, and what came in was a thin and tall, big monk in a robe, and the monk did not delay after entering the door, and began to write a few simplified Chinese characters and Arabic numerals on the blackboard, after writing, the monk turned around and smiled: "Let's continue to study the scriptures today." ”

......

Everyone has their own way of opening.

Jiang Thirteen, this beggar boy from the countryside of Chuzhou, was correctly opened by the traverser at this moment.

He had never been to a private school, and he couldn't read a big word, so it only took him one morning to write the Chinese characters from one to ten on the sandbox with a tree branch, and by the way, he also wrote the corresponding Arabic numerals. This is not over, that afternoon, he learned five new words, and then the next morning, Jiang Shisan silently wrote out all the things he learned yesterday in the sandbox.

Jiang Shisan, who lived to the age of fifteen and went through a catastrophe, finally had the opportunity to sit down and learn the text, found that the so-called "scriptures" taught by the master were not difficult, no matter what the words were, he only needed to close his eyes and recite them silently in his heart a few times, and he could remember it in his heart.

In three days, it only took three days for the teenager to surpass his peers' literacy speed to alarm Master Pudu. After taking the school test in shock, the name Jiang Shisan's rating on a certain form became "A". A young man would never have thought that he was still hungry yesterday, but today he has become a "human being" in a sense.

He soon understood the meaning of the phrase "knowledge changes destiny".

Jiang 13 was then assigned to a dark room. The room is small, but it is a single room, there are serious beds in the room, and he only lives three people. An old man in his twenties, both of whom he had met in class, were also literacy experts.

Whatever the reason, in short, in this difficult and difficult environment, people who can still read and count at high speed undoubtedly meet the requirements of some people. Jiang Shisan soon discovered that since he lived in a single room, he had received more chicken thighs and pork slices in the meal.

Unlike those passers-by who were assigned to work in less than two days, he now has a fixed position in the front row of the class, and has received a special pen, ink, paper and inkstone.