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Wang Ergou had a dream. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He dreamed that he was climbing a mountain, climbing the mountain of his hometown.

Although the land of his hometown is flat, it is not without mountains, he wears a white turban on his head, green coarse cloth on his body, and cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles under his feet. The pins are very simple, they can be made with three feet of cloth, one in front and one in the back, like a cow's nose. The texture of the green cloth is really rough, until now, Wang Ergou can recall the touch of the rough cloth scratching on the body, the touch is like using someone to wipe your skin with sandpaper, if you don't take it off immediately, I'm afraid that it won't be long before people's skin will be red.

How could I have been wearing that kind of clothes at that time?

Yes, man must always have a garment to cover himself, otherwise what difference is there between him and a wild beast? And my skin at that time had already become rough and sluggish due to frequent friction, where could I feel the pain of this friction!

He carried a small rucksack with half a piece of bread in it, which was made of coarse wheat, and seemed to have a lot of sand mixed in it, and it tasted very gnawling, and if anyone who did not understand came up and gnawed it, he was afraid that it would hurt his teeth. It's just that who would have the luxury of eating bread in large bites, such a precious grain, everyone tastes it in small bites.

In these years, you can eat food for this meal, and you don't know if you can eat it for the next meal, and almost everyone treats one meal as the last one.

Wang Ergou climbed the mountain slowly, this mountain is not high, it looks like it is only one or two hundred zhang, he is confident that he can climb the mountain in one morning. As for what he was going to do when he climbed up, he didn't know.

The mountains of Beizhili are all stone mountains, the mountains are bare, there is no rain these days, there are no plants, occasionally there are one or two green trees, it is also a look of sorrow, like an old cow that has been sick for a long time, can no longer pull the plow.

Wang Ergou has good legs and feet, and walks very fast, not at all like a teenager, his cloth shoes step on the stone mountain road, do not slip or step on the air, and step steadily.

He heard a birdsong, it was a mountain monk, what a beautiful bird, it had a striking crown of feathers on its head, the black and yellow color made him look not like a monk but like a mighty general, I really don't know why others call it "mountain monk"! The bird's call was so beautiful that it sounded like a person playing a flute from afar, and the distant and crisp sound echoed through the conflict in the mountains and fields, and almost instantly the whole world was filled with birdsong. This bird is a good bird, and it eats mole crickets, and it eats needleworms, and it eats longhorn beetles, which are pests that destroy crops.

"When will I be able to fly like you and be as free as you?" Wang Ergou looked at the mountain monk flying in the distance and muttered to himself.

When we reached the top of the mountain, the trees gradually increased, and it was probably because the trees under the mountain were all cut down, and no one on the mountain had yet to cut them, but it was estimated that it would be sooner or later. When Wang Ergou's father was still alive, he often took him to the mountains to recognize the trees, and his father knew so much, he pointed to those trees and told him: That is a stinky toon, which looks like a toon, but it is stinky and cannot be eaten; That is a locust tree, and the locust tree is also a ghost tree, and the old locust trees are all elves, and they cannot be easily offended, so they must shout "grandma"; That is the big-leaved poplar, this is a good tree, the tree shape is tall, beautiful, the trunk is gray and white, straight, it is simply a tall and mighty official, to be a man is to be such a person, tall and upright!

Daddy also taught him to recognize all kinds of flowers, such as gold leaves, Taiping flowers, purple beads, honeysuckle, and sour grass...... Daddy taught very seriously, but he always thought about when to shout to his partners to dig out the sparrow's nest and when to catch voles, so that one ear went in and one ear went out, and he didn't remember much at all, and now Daddy is dead, and he is left alone, and he has nothing to learn if he wants to!

Wang Ergou stayed on the mountain for a while, recognized more than a dozen kinds of flowers and trees, but recognized seven, seven, eight, eight, which made him very happy, after all, he still knew some, he felt that this was worthy of his father, so he was very satisfied.

But what did you do in the mountains?

He didn't know, so he continued his journey to the top of the mountain.

What a beautiful view from the top of the mountain! Wang Ergou's eyes widened and he looked in all directions. There are many plains in Shundefu, but there are relatively few mountains, and when he looked around, there were plains with traffic on all sides, these were all farmlands, and there was green wheat growing in the fields, which were crops that had just been planted. These fields are not uniform, but a small piece, a small piece of land distribution, this side of the land may be a fan, to that side is a large square, and there is a family of land is round, it looks like the whole land is like a piece of paper, there is a child on it to spend one after another figures, which constitutes the entire Shunde Province farmland distribution.

There are so many crops in the fields, there are almost hundreds of thousands of acres that Wang Ergou can see, and these fields are full of crops, which looks really happy!

If these crops can be harvested, then how many crops must be made, and they can't be eaten even if they are made into pancakes, oil cakes, and steamed buns!

But Wang Ergou knew that the people who farmed the fields never could afford to eat white flour, and it was true that these crops were planted by the tenants, but this land was all old men, and it was said that there was the emperor's grandfather's imperial field, the emperor's relatives' fields, and the fields of the great officials -- but there was no poor man's field!

But what did Wang Ergou climb the mountain for? He already knew that these fields were not his own, so why did he come to the mountains to see them?

Wang Ergou then went down the mountain, and his home was not far from Bai'an Village, which was a small village with one of the few individuals, quiet, peaceful, and also very poor. His house was a thatched house, which was neither sturdy nor protected from rain, and when it rained, it was flooded, and there was no place to rest his feet.

But he still has to go back, this is home after all.

The mother sat in the yard weaving wicker baskets, where cloth was woven from time to time, and the women were weaving baskets. Mother is a good hand at basket weaving, and when she sees a lot of wicker, she can use it up for you in the blink of an eye, and make a lot of beautiful and useful baskets. But these baskets are worthless, and even if they are sold in the market, the baskets made in a month will not sell for a penny. But what can they do, they don't have their own land, they usually rent other people's land to plant, and after my father died of illness, they had no choice but to do some groceries and odd jobs to get half-filled.

Her mother wore a cloth jacket of floral cloth, straw sandals under her feet, and a thin wooden stick stuck in her head, which was all her clothes and jewelry. Her countenance was haggard, the inevitable consequence of a long period of malnutrition, and her hair was gray, and the dots of black hair looked lonely and pitiful in the white strands of her hair, wet with sweat and clinging to her cheeks, which made her look embarrassed and weak.

"Mother!" Wang Ergou walked up to his mother and shouted.

"Ergou, you're back!" The mother seemed to be very happy, she put down the basket in her hand and pulled Wang Ergou over: "Are you going home?" How did you get back? Let the mother see, are you doing there? ”

Wang Ergou is very strange, he has never left his hometown, how can his mother say that he has gone home? This is what I say to people who go far away!

"Mother, didn't you sleep well? I've never left! Wang Ergou touched his mother's forehead: "Don't burn!" ”

"Ergou, what are you talking about, aren't you going to become a monk!"

Monk!

Wang Ergou's head roared like thunder, and he finally remembered that he had become a monk, and he was no longer the lively and lovely Wang Ergou of the past, he was no longer the same as before!

His eyes were dark, and when he woke up, he was in the same picture again.

The six brothers sat at home for breakfast, because there were so many of them that he, as the eldest child, had to stand on the stove to eat.

The mother poured a bowl of batter for everyone, and eighty percent of the batter was water, and I could still feel that I had eaten after drinking it, but I couldn't support it after a long time.

The mother didn't eat herself, she sat on the bed and watched the child eat with a smile, as if she was full.

"Mother, you eat, I won't eat." Ergou handed his bowl to his mother, and his mother was stunned for a moment, and then smiled happily, she smiled so happily that Wang Ergou would rather never eat in exchange for his mother to laugh like this forever.

The mother sniffed it and returned the bowl to him: "You can think of your mother, your mother will be content, your mother won't eat, you eat!" ”

They pushed each other for a long time, and finally reached a compromise, and one person ate half of it.

The six brothers finished their meal and waited quietly for their mother to speak. They hadn't eaten together for a long time, which meant that the mother had something to announce.

The mother's expression was very sad and helpless: "Our family has no food to eat, and what you eat today is the last bit of food in this family." ”

"Mother, other people's families have food, why don't we have it!" The fifth child was still very young at that time, only seven or eight years old, he was very cute, but he was so thin that his ribs could be seen.

"Alas, my mother has no ability, and your father died early...... "My mother said and began to wipe her tears again. Ergou walked up and licked his mother's tears, which were salty. "Mother, let's not cry, what do you say."

"Your uncle returned to his hometown yesterday, saying that he was going to find a few children from our village to become monks, and my mother thought that staying at home would be a death, so it would be better to go out and break through, maybe there is still a way to live. If any of you become an official there, you can bring back some money to support your family. ”

Wang Ergou's head exploded with a bang - he finally knew what he was doing, this was the situation before he became a monk!

And the monk, is not to be a monk, monks are all moderate, how can it be so good, the monk is to enter the palace as a eunuch!