"So people with good eyes learn this thing and have a more serious backlash, while blind people don't." Grandpa pulled out another cigarette and tapped it lightly on his fingers.

"Is it because of Guigu's will?" I guessed. When I saw that my grandfather had just smoked a cigarette and took out another one, I glared at him. In my memory more than ten years ago, the jacket always had four pockets, like a tunic suit. Grandpa kept the cigarette pack in his upper left pocket, closest to his heart. Grandpa's two fingers had been smoked to a yellow, like an orange peel had just been peeled, and a thin layer of yellow juice was splashed on it. I wondered if the inner layer of the cloth in the pocket of my grandfather's clothes was beginning to turn yellow like autumn leaves. I was always worried that the withered yellow color would seep into my grandfather's heart.

When Grandpa saw me glaring at him, he smiled and put the cigarette in his jacket pocket. Grandpa shook his yellow index finger and said, "That also means." There is another way, that is, although the blind man leaks the secret of heaven, he can't see what happens, so as long as the thing is not too big, he has no backlash. ”

"Is that okay? It's no different from covering your ears and stealing a bell. I said disapprovingly.

Grandpa didn't bother to argue with me, still smiling.

"Throughout the ages, there was only one person to spare." Grandpa pretended to be a mystery.

"Who?"

"Liu Bowen."

"Liu Bowen?"

"Yes. He could know what happened 500 years ago and 500 years later, and he wrote down what he knew, which he called "The Book of the Foot of the Building". Including our current lives, he has written about them in the book. Grandpa said with his yellow index finger out.

"The Book of the Foot of the Building?"

I thought that only my grandfather knew about this thing called "The Book of the Foot of the Building", but I didn't expect that when I accidentally mentioned this book to my cousin later, he actually knew it. After that, I deliberately asked a few old people in the village, and they all knew the "Loujiao Book", and knew that this book recorded the events of the five hundred years before and after Liu Bowen's era. The shape and development of our present society is recorded in that book. I thought that although many people had heard of this book, there must have been very few people who actually owned it. But after careful questioning, it turned out that many people had this book in their homes before, but they were all burned during the Cultural Revolution for fear of criticism.

"Why can Liu Bowen be an exception?" I asked.

"Because his eight characters are hard. This is also the reason for bullying the old and praising the young and scolding the middle-aged. Originally, Wang was good, but the old man couldn't bear it. Children have strong vitality, so they can resist the vigor. Grandpa explained. I seem to have an idea.

"Although your grandfather is not as good as Liu Bowen, he can be regarded as a very powerful character in the calculation." Grandpa couldn't hide his pride and said, "But he can't tell me directly about the female pervert and the Precious Taoist, so he can only secretly stuff the paper into the crack of the earthen wall of the latrine many years ago, and let me find out when the time is right." ”

After listening to my grandfather's words, my mind suddenly imagined the picture of my grandfather fighting with the Precious Taoist priest beyond time and space.

I don't think that the Taoist priest could not count the master Ma who doesn't interfere with the female pervert and has a wonderful father, and that father has already interfered in this matter many years ago.

The female pervert never imagined that the Taoist priest would call a single man to take the initiative to seduce her.

After the Taoist priest was scared out by the yellow dog of the dead family, he explained that the wife should be so, so, and so. Xuan Po was hindered by the Taoist priest who helped him once, and the white snake is still soaked in wine. He was embarrassed to refuse the Rose. The Taoist priest repeatedly assured the safety of the mother-in-law, but the woman had to reluctantly agree to help the Taoist priest once. Besides, the wife is an older young man, but he has never touched a woman's finger, and now I hear how beautiful the female pervert is, how can she not be itchy? Since the Noble Daoist guarantees his safety, he might as well give it a try.

One night a few days later, the moon was in the sky. Xuan Po walked back and forth on the avenue in front of Wentian Village alone, as if looking for something missing, and as if waiting for someone.

The election woman told me afterwards that I don't know if it was due to psychological reasons or if the weather was really like that, the moonlight that night was as cold as snowflakes, and it was visible cold. He couldn't help but tremble, but there was still a poem in his mouth:

"There is a dead moose in the wild, and the white grass is wrapped in it. There is a woman with a spring, and Jishi tempts her.

There are Pu Yi in the forest, and there are dead deer in the wild. The white grass is pure, and there are women like jade.

Relax and get rid of it! I don't feel like I'm embarrassed! No messenger barks. ”

Speaking of this poem, it has a long-term origin. The name of this poem is "Zhaonan Wild Dead Moose", which comes from the "Book of Songs" 3,000 years ago.

I had forgotten part of the poem when I mentioned it to me, and then I stammered and finally remembered it. He said that he himself did not understand the meaning of the poem, and that the Taoist priest had asked him to recite it like this. When I heard Xuan Po talk about this poem, I didn't know that its name was "Zhaonan Ye You's Dead Moose", and I didn't know that this poem was from the "Book of Songs" 3,000 years ago. At that time, I thought it was just an ordinary poem with no rhyme, asymmetry, and no beauty.

It had been several years since I saw this poem in other books about the Book of Songs, some said it was a love poem, while others said it was a cheating love poem. I was also surprised after reading the latter's explanation, could it be that our "Book of Songs", which is known as "three hundred poems, thinking innocently", actually has such "obscene poems"?

However, the book that says that "Summoning Nan Ye You Dead Moose" is a cheating love poem has a unique opinion. If you look at the poem according to that kind of thinking, it is indeed the same.

The book, whose name I can't remember, explains the poem as follows: When a young man was hunting, he took a fancy to a beautiful girl, so he wrapped the roe deer he had hunted in thatch and laid it in the open field, waiting for the girl to come and inspect it. The girl walked over as expected! Tsk, from ancient times to the present, how can there be a woman who is not greedy!

As soon as he saw that the time was ripe, he jumped out of the corner with a "click" - phew! Exercise restraint! This is my thing!

It is conceivable that a girl who is found to be greedy for a small price will be embarrassed. At this time, he will say very generously: It's not a big deal to give you a roe deer, a master like us is basically a hand, and it won't be missed!

The girl may be very implicitly looking forward to the young man giving him the roe deer, the boy thought about it, although it costs money to chase the girl, but if it is given to her, what if you can't make an appointment after you run away? It's better to take advantage of it, and don't give it to her yet. Take the opportunity to ask her one more time.

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