My name is Li Shan, my ancestors have been honest mountain people for generations, most of them have never seen half a copper plate in their lives, of course, this is not because they are lazy and do not want to forge ahead, but in that oppressed era, the poor want to turn over and climb to the sky.

As the saying goes, "No more than three generations are poor." "My father said that this sentence is very reasonable, when a family is poor for several generations, it must be impossible to make up the capital of begging the mother-in-law, so what about the next generation?

However, in the early days of liberation, when he was fifty years old, he still smashed pots and sold iron to marry my mother, although my mother had polio, but in any case, she finally renewed the incense for her ancestors, which can be described as immeasurable merit.

Far from being upset, he kept talking and punching and kicking me and my mother until I was five years old, because several people in the village had died, and they had just reached the age of sixty.

Sixty is not very old, but no one in the village has ever lived to sixty-one, for this reason, it is indeed difficult for my father to be happy when he is fifty years old, and he must be worried that after a hundred years, I am young again, and the neighbors and villagers are too busy to take care of me, who is still in the mood to take care of me?

In fact, the father's worries are unnecessary, and there is a folk proverb: "The children of the poor are in charge of the family early." "When I was five years old, I learned to carry water and chop firewood, help with farm work, and spend the rest of my time fighting with a few friends in the village.

It is worth mentioning that at the end of that year, when the weather was freezing and the harvest of the families in the village was not good, I broke into the back mountain in order to get a hare to improve my life, and there was a huge stone embedded in the ridge of the back mountain, which seemed to roll down and crush the village at any moment, and a blackened piece of wood was placed under the boulder, and a bright red cloth was tied to the wood.

I thought to myself that it would be a waste to throw such a good piece of cloth in the wilderness, so I took it off and took it home, but the next day I fell ill and fell unconscious.

I don't know how long I slept, the day I woke up was already the Lantern Festival, it was lively outside, and my family's dilapidated small house was also crowded with people, three aunts and six mothers-in-law, and even the high-ranking village chief came.

These people were chattering and pointing at me, and they usually saw that my family was poor, and they avoided it, and I thought that something was wrong, and I was very scared, crying for my father and mother.

A white-haired Taoist priest walked in the crowd, he was very thin, he looked at me with eagle-like eyes, reached over and touched my forehead, and when he saw my instinctive dodge, he blasted everyone away, and told me that the evil spirits had been driven away, so that I could rest well.

That night, my father slaughtered the only old hen that could lay eggs, and brought a bottle of Red Star Erguotou on credit from the small shop at the head of the village to entertain this Taoist of unknown origin.

The Taoist chief was very talkative, especially after drinking, and everyone from all over the world began to brag, saying that he was from the Qing Dynasty, and bluntly said that the feng shui of this village was not good, and everyone would not live to be sixty years old.

Although my father was poor, he was kind-hearted, and when he saw that the Taoist chief was not wrong at all, he immediately knelt on the ground, begged the Taoist to save him, and then went back to the room to take out all the savings of the year, and respectfully gave it to the Taoist chief, and the money was saved by penny, although it was only a few dollars, but I saw the pain in my mother's eyes that was difficult to let go.

"This is the Jiazi mantra, I can't accept the money, you let the child accompany me up the mountain tomorrow to see, whether it can be broken depends on your creation"

The Taoist refused to accept the money, but handed me the chicken leg in his hand, touched my head, and asked me if I would like to show him the way, although his eyes were terrible, but the action of touching his head was very kind, but as soon as I thought of the stone in the back mountain, the picture of it crushing the village flashed in my mind, and I hid behind my mother in horror.

"Don't be afraid, with me, those evil spirits don't dare to come"

The Taoist chief burped, took out five yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into my father, saying that it was the hard money for me to lead the way, but my father immediately refused to accept the money, and slapped me on the table and scolded me.

"You little rabbit cub, the immortal chief will pull you back from the ghost gate, let you lead the way, you don't want to, see if I don't beat you to death"

My father blushed and raised his hand to hit me, I didn't dare to hide, I raised my head and looked at the white-haired Taoist, thinking to myself what the ghost gate was, and who was he?

"I'll take you, but I want five dollars"

The Taoist chief was very happy, stopped my father, and stuffed five yuan into my hand, touched my head, gave me a thumbs up, and said with a smile.

"Yes, I know the importance of money at a young age, so let's be fated, follow me in the future, and I can make a living."

My father and mother took a long time to react, knelt on the ground and bowed and bowed, and finally looked at the five yuan in my hand and asked me to go to the village shop to buy some orchid beans and wine.

Looking at the long-lost smile on my father's wrinkled face, I knew that he was happy, and he went with five dollars......

By the next day, when all the laborers of the village had gone to work in the fields, I took the Taoist chief around the back mountain, and along the way the Taoist chief always chattered endlessly, tirelessly talking about his past, and I also applauded the wonderful places I heard, and when I reached the halfway point of the mountain, I began to worship him.

"Boy, is there really no one in your village who has lived past the age of sixty?"

He leaned against the tree and took out a handful of rice candy and stuffed it for me, while he took out a pack of biscuits and ate them, and when he saw me staring at the biscuits in his hand, he smiled and stuffed them all to me.

I thought to myself that these things were available in the small shops at the head of the village, and only the son of the village chief could afford them, and that this Taoist priest must be very rich.

"Father said that no one on the family tree lived past the age of sixty, Taoist, how much money do you have, this cookie is precious"

The Taoist touched my head, stretched out his hand and plucked his ears and smiled, and asked me to take him to a place where there was water, I thought about it, there is only a small mountain spring in the whole back mountain, and there are many graves next to it, and I usually run fast when I pass by, so I shook my head and rejected him, but I still pointed him in the direction.

The Taoist chief nodded, took out four five yuan for me, and asked me to send him food at noon tomorrow, and then let me go home, looking at his back as he disappeared into the forest, I was very curious about how much money he had, how to make a big sum of five yuan, you must know that the village chief's family is only five cents.

Twenty yuan is a huge amount of money, equivalent to a laborer's income for a year without eating or drinking, I didn't dare to tell my father when I got home, and I didn't dare to go to the shop to buy things, so the next day I could only secretly take a few red lotus from the cellar, fill a pot of water and send it to the back mountain.

But from noon to when it was almost dark, I didn't see the Taoist chief, so I had to hang the red lotus and water on the tree and go home, and when my father asked about the Taoist in the evening, I had to give my father twenty yuan, and said that the chief asked me to send food.

My father, who had never seen five dollars in his life, took out a handful of penny bills and told me to go to the shop to buy wine and vegetables, and then let me go to the mountains with my mother the next day.

The red lotus and water left yesterday were gone, and I thought to myself that the Taoist must have come back last night to fetch them, so I hung the wine and food on the tree and went down the mountain with my mother, and this will be the case for the next few days.

It wasn't until the ninth day when I went up the mountain alone that I suddenly found a book hanging from the branch, and the food and drinks I had delivered yesterday were all untouched.

After going up the mountain for the next few days, those meals were not touched, and the Taoist never came back, I was very disappointed, thinking to myself, didn't you say that I should follow you, why did you leave without credit.

After that, I didn't go up the back mountain, and in the second half of the year, when the long 20 yuan was still in order, my father sent me to elementary school and told me to study hard.

Of course, as a child of a poor family, there was no reason why I should not work hard, and it didn't take long for me to recognize the title of the book left by the Taoist Patriarch - "Ten Thousand Laws Return to Tibet".

I didn't understand what kind of book it was at the time, I only knew that it was very valuable, and I didn't want others to know about it, so I hid it on the beam of the latrine, and wrapped it in several layers of rags, and every night when I went to the hut to take it down and write down the words I didn't know, and then I went to school the next day to ask Mr. Teach.

As a result, it took me a month to figure out the dozens of words on the first page, to the effect that this book was about tricks, and then I didn't dare to ask again for fear that Mr. Teach would notice it.

After the autumn harvest of that year, the village suddenly held a meeting and said that it would implement the policy of bringing farmland to households, and my father was a kind man, and he did not dare to ask for good land and good land, and finally the village gave him a large reservoir at the foot of the mountain.

His father was reluctant, but he couldn't help it, so he saw that there were several large pieces of barren sandy land in the reservoir, so he and his mother made a plan and moved the family to the middle of the reservoir.

In order to make it easier for me to go to school, my father hollowed out a big tree, and I rowed a canoe back and forth to the reservoir every day.

Although the life was hard, there were no worries, and it was not until I made a bet with a few friends at school that this peaceful life was completely broken.

It was noon that day, it was very hot, my school was completely exposed to the sun, the roof tiles were bunching in the sun, and the walls were very hot to the touch.

In fact, the son of the village chief was to blame for this incident, he was the squad leader at the time, and he took us straight to the reservoir, and after taking a cold bath, he asked us to bet on endurance, and if he lost, he would give him a dime, and if he didn't participate, he would give a small report to Mr. Teach.

He's the son of the village chief, and his classmates don't want to go against him, but the way he bets is surprising......