went to Zigong with Nan Huaijin, and there was also a monk named Qian Ji.

When Nan Huaijin first arrived in Sichuan, he couldn't even afford to eat, he was taken in by Qian Ji's mother and son, and the two hit it off at first sight, and quickly became inseparable good friends.

Just last year, Nan Huaijin and Qian Ji went to the Sichuan-Kang border and set up a "Big and Small Liangshan Reclamation Company", serving as the general manager and commander-in-chief of the self-defense regiment. He recruited displaced people to settle for production, and also developed a self-defense force for displaced people, and in half a year, he gathered tens of thousands of displaced people.

Nan Huaijin estimated that he had seen too much, and even hung up the seal and sealed the gold to call himself the "King of the Northern Han Dynasty" and the self-proclaimed "commander-in-chief".

Such an armed force suddenly appeared in a remote and remote place, which immediately frightened the local warlord Liu Wenhui, and hurriedly called the national government to deal with it. Under pressure from all sides, Nan Huaijin had no choice but to leave Daliangshan, first went to Yibin to work as a newspaper editor, and then went to Chengdu to become a martial arts instructor and political instructor at the Central Military Academy.

From the perspective of ability alone, Nan Huaijin is definitely a bull. When he entered Sichuan at the age of 20, he still did not have enough to eat, and after only a year, he recruited tens of thousands of displaced people from scratch, not only set up a reclamation company, but also developed local self-defense forces.

If Nan Huaijin was born 20 years early, maybe he could also become one of the warlords and compete in the world in the turbulent era.

So after Nan Huaijin saw Zhou Hexuan, the first question he asked was related to hermits. He was suddenly suppressed at a time when his blood was boiling, he was forced to give up the tens of thousands of homeless people he had recruited by himself, and the reclamation company he had worked so hard to establish was swallowed up, and his heart was so depressed.

Since leaving Daliang Mountain, Nan Huaijin has been so confused that he has been mixing with the so-called strange people and strange things all day long, and he will even retreat and practice Buddhism in a few years.

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At this time, the highway from Chengdu to Zigong has not yet been built, and it is necessary to take a car and then a boat, and the salt produced in Zigong is also transported to various places by water.

Sitting in the car, Nan Huaijin sighed with emotion: "Mr. Zhou, fortunately I have your car, otherwise I would have to delay for a long time." ”

"What's the matter with you in a hurry to go to Zigong?" Zhou Hexuan asked.

Nan Huaijin said with great regret: "A monk friend died. But I knew that he was definitely not dead, he was settled, and he was buried in the soil as dead by his apprentices. His apprentice buried his master for several days before writing to tell me, how stupid it was! ”

Zhou Hexuan was surprised: "This is okay?" How long will it take? ”

Nan Huaijin said: "I used to know an old monk with the Dharma name Guangqin. He once settled in Gushan, Fujian, and after six or seven days of not coming out, other monks wanted to carry him to be burned. Master Hongyi happened to pass by and saved his life, and he didn't make up his mind until the ninth day. ”

Zhou Hexuan was speechless and said, "Aren't you hungry for a few days?" ”

The lay monk next to him, Qian Ji, said, "Hungry." The longest time I was in the meditation was two days, and after the finalization, I starved to death, ate four bowls of rice in one go, and almost choked me to death. ”

Nan Huaijin, who was still grieving for her dead friend just now, suddenly laughed: "Haha, this is why you are still vulgar?" ”

Qian Ji leaned back on his seat and said in a chic manner: "It's not interesting to be a monk, it's still vulgar." You are not the material to be a monk, you have too many concerns, even if you study the Dharma, you will at most become a profound layman. ”

"How do you know that I can't become a great monk?" Nan Huaijin asked.

Qian Ji thought for a while, and suddenly said: "I'll send you a poem, and listen to it: chivalrous tenderness is paid by heaven, and Linfeng jade is set up in the middle." Zhijun cares about two things, and there are books on the shelves of the world. ”

"Good poetry, good poetry!" Zhou Hexuan clapped his hands and praised.

The poem blurted out is much smarter than Feng Yuxiang, and it has long determined Nan Huaijin's life.

Nan Huaijin shook his head and smiled bitterly, his thoughts were all said in this poem.

Everyone took a car for half a day and then turned to a boat, and in history, due to the shyness of their pockets, Nan Huaijin and Qian Ji walked for eight days before arriving in Zigong. After paying their respects at their friend's grave, they went around the city again, and suddenly found that the money had been spent, so they had to go to Li Zongwu's house to fight the autumn breeze together.

Now there is the advantage of boats and cars, and I arrived at the artesian well in one day and one night.

Nan Huaijin came to her friend's grave and immediately cried: "Four-eyed boy, you died so unjustly!" ”

Obviously, going to the grave is a very sad thing, Zhou Hexuan wanted to laugh when he heard it. The tomb is buried in a monk, listening to Nan Huaijin, he is still an old monk who is a Taoist priest who turns Tantra and then turns Zen, and he actually calls people "four-eyed boy".

Nan Huaijin bowed and said, "Four-eyed boy, if the Anti-Japanese War is won one day, when I go back to Zhejiang, I will definitely burn your bones and bring them back." ”

Qian Ji also bowed and comforted: "Mourn! ”

Nan Huaijin got up and said to himself: "I asked him not to eat so much white wax, he has to eat it, it's okay now, maybe he was buried alive." ”

"What the hell is white ash?" Zhou Hexuan asked.

Nan Huaijin explained: "It is difficult for the old monk to settle down, and he likes to mix the white wax in porridge to eat, saying that it is easier to settle down. ”

Zhou Hexuan said: "If you eat white wax for a long time, he may die of myocardial infarction or cerebral congestion." ”

Nan Huaijin was stunned, and actually nodded and said, "It's possible." I'm better at that, at least he wasn't buried alive by his apprentice. ”

The monks seem to have long looked down on life and death, and Qian Ji, who has returned to the world, is no exception. He ran hundreds of miles away to go to the grave, and immediately returned to normal after worshipping, and said freely: "Don't stay here, it's boring, let's go around." ”

Nan Huaijin is also free and easy, just leave, and don't even look back. He remembered as he walked: "I met Four-Eyed Boy in Hangzhou, when he taught me Buddhism, I taught him boxing, and the past is vivid." ”

Zhou Hexuan smiled and asked, "Are you very good at boxing?" ”

"Normally, it's okay to deal with ordinary people," Nan Huaijin said with a smile, "I heard that Mr. Li Zongwu has created his own set of Wujiquan, and this time I will go to him to learn from him." ”

Li Zongwu also knows martial arts?

Zhou Hexuan was a little speechless, these strange people of the Republic of China are really versatile.

During the Republic of China, Zigong was very small, only the area across the river from Gongjing and Gongjing, but the scene was quite spectacular.

As far as the eye can see, it is densely packed with salt-mining cranes, and steam is rising everywhere, as if the air is filled with a smell of salt. Well, and the smell of, cow.

The whole of Zigong, plus Fushun, is estimated to be the place that produces the most cattle in the country except for the prairie, because cattle are used in large quantities for salt mining. Cattle that died of old age and disease were eaten, and cow dung could also be used as fuel, although it was forbidden to kill cattle in the Ming and Qing dynasties, people here regarded eating beef as commonplace.

By the way, Zigong's beef cooking is a must, and the most famous is the fireside beef.

The salt merchants are rich, and there was no entertainment in ancient times, so they changed the law to enjoy the wealth. The most authentic way to make fireside beef is to cut the most tender meat on the calf's loin, marinate it in a secret sauce, and then cut it into a translucent shape, with dozens of processes before and after.

Zhou Hexuan also visited the traditional salt-making method for the first time, and it was quite strange to wander around the salt factory.

Nan Huaijin quickly found something fun, he stood in front of the salt stove, constantly lifted the tiles and put them down, uncovered the fire, covered the fire to extinguish, it was completely automatic. After repeated more than ten times, the fire was finally extinguished by him, Nan Huaijin reached out and was numb by the natural gas, he sighed: "This is an underground yin fire, we usually use firewood to burn yang fire, and the sun burns real fire." ”

Zhou Hexuan wanted to roll his eyes when he heard this, how could he get involved in the real fire of samadhi with ordinary underground natural gas?