I was born after three years of natural disasters and ten years of catastrophe.

Two years before the founding of the state. My grandfather, Anqishan, was almost not at home, and organized a team to go to the mountains and countryside to pan for gold.

At that time, the family was poor, and my grandmother usually worked odd jobs in a tailor's shop, with three children, and lived a hungry and full life. On that day, An Qishan returned home and sat on the kang with a sad face. Grandma knew in her heart that this was a lack of money, but the family was surrounded by four walls and three mouths waiting to eat. Grandma is also a smart person, what is the family like, An Qishan is naturally clear in his heart, the most valuable is this ancestral house, this house is the most dilapidated in the neighborhood, even if it is sold, it can be worth a few dollars. But this is a shelter for a few people in the family to shelter from the wind and rain, how can they say that they will sell it, grandma quarreled with An Qishan all night, and the child also cried all night.

The next morning, someone called the door, and the neighbor took some money and stuffed it into the grandmother's hand, she knew that the money was nothing in their eyes, and everyone had a serious job. once saw that An's family was in difficulty, and kindly entrusted the relationship to help An Qishan find a job, who knew that he didn't know what was good or bad, so he scolded people and left. The so-called distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, and grandma is a gift and an apology, which can be regarded as easing the relationship.

In the middle of the night, Anqishan disappeared, and all the family's money was taken away, leaving only a bag of rations.

Once in a few years, I went home and said that I had made a small business outside and lost money. When grandma heard this, her man had something to do, and grandma was very happy. An Qishan hugged his grandmother on the kang and cried about his various experiences, and his grandmother was soft-hearted and forgave him for not returning home, and sold the tables, chairs, cabinets, and tables at home, and wiped his tears and told them that he would redeem them when he had money in the future, and the buyer nodded and agreed, and walked away with the furniture.

When the money arrived in the hands of An Qishan, he was naturally very happy, comforted his grandmother, and saw that his grandmother was improving, so he said that the business over there could not be separated from him, and he had to rush back, and his grandmother was naturally reluctant.

In An Qishan's heart, a man should do things outside, no matter what he does, even if he loses money, he can't take it at home. This time I didn't wander outside for long, and I returned home, and this time An Qishan said that her grandmother didn't believe her, so there was a storm of selling the house.

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Grandma took the money and told the neighbor with tears in her eyes that she would pay you back slowly in the future. If An Qishan stands in front of him and slaps him to death, if it weren't for having such a good wife, this money would not be in a hurry to borrow you.

When the money arrived, he naturally couldn't stay at home, so he went out of the house while the moonlight was full, and when he walked away, there were bursts of sobbing from the house.

After two days of driving, I didn't see a single shop, and at first I thought I was on the wrong path, so I started looking for people everywhere to ask for directions. There is not even a village, where to find people. An Qishan felt that he hadn't eaten for two days, he was hungry and tired, and the rope on his waist was strangled to death. After walking not far, I felt dizzy, and the clouds in the sky seemed to be spinning.

When he woke up, the stars in the sky were dotted, and An Qishan scolded: "Damn it, why is it dark again." ”

There was a fire next to it, and the light of the fire reflected the people sitting next to the fire, wrapped in green robes and buns on their heads. Stepping on cotton shoes, carrying a cloth bag, typical Taoist dress. When he saw that An Qishan was awake, he said to him, "Wake up, it's just baked, eat it." He took the blackened steamed bun from the stick and threw it away.

An Qishan was already hungry, not to mention this black steamed bun, even if the moldy flatbread was placed in front of him, he could eat four or five. Gobbling up half of it, he screamed and pointed at his throat, and the Taoist priest took out a water bag from his bag and handed it to him.

The water was amazing, the rope on the waist was still tied, and the dead knot could not be untied, and the Taoist priest broke the rope with a stone with a laugh. Later, I learned that his common name was Zhang Baoqing, and his master gave him the Taoist name "Yuanqing".

Later, Anqi Mountain knew that he was in the Shaanxi and Gansu area, where the geographical location is special, nine droughts in ten years, and loess everywhere. The people here live in the "Tianjing Kiln Courtyard" (Underground Pit Courtyard), from a distance, it is a yellow expanse, only when you get close to hear the human voice, like the wilderness, suddenly hear the human voice, but there is no one around, that is not scared half to death.

Zhang Baoqing went to the countryside to practice, An Qishan felt very fresh, and he had nothing to do, so he desperately begged to take him. Just like that, the two of them walked all the way, and they walked in three towns and five villages. At that time, people were superstitious, and when they saw this Taoist priest dressed as a person, it was a person received by the village chief, and the best things in the village were taken out, and chickens, ducks, and fish were served.

Seeing the situation, An Qishan moved his mind, and after half a month, he wanted to worship Zhang Baoqing as his teacher. Zhang Baoqing dispelled his thoughts with one sentence: "You have no relationship with Taoism, but some skills can still be learned." ”

Zhang Baoqing was also strange, and always asked the people in the village whether there were any dignitaries and dignitaries in this place before, or some things handed down from ancestors. Generally, they will stay in the village for three or five days before leaving.

In the days that followed, various villages collected pots and pans, yellowed calligraphy and paintings. An Qishan felt that what was the use of these, and let me spend money to buy these tattered things, which were more expensive than new ones, and every penny I spent, I felt that my heart was bleeding, and I felt panicked when I looked at these rags every day. Every time I asked Zhang Baoqing, he refused to say, and later these things were called "second-hand goods" by An Qishan.

During this time, they settled in the countryside, and Anqishan collected "second-hand goods" every day, but Zhang Baoqing went out early and returned late these days, and his face was very tired. An Qishan has long been accustomed to it, and he has nothing to do, holding bottles and cans every day to wipe them shiny.

That night, Anqishan slept soundly, snoring. The sound of the door closing woke him up from his sleep, and a black shadow flashed through the courtyard, and he found that Zhang Baoqing next to him was gone. After waiting for a long time, and not seeing him come back, An Qishan wondered in his heart, "Even if it is a tuba for such a long time, it should be over, are you embarrassed to come back in the pit." The more I thought about it, the more wrong it became, so I got dressed and went out to look for it.

There was no shadow of a person in the thatched house, and he went back to the house and picked up the lantern, but there was no candle in the house. An Qishan's heart is horizontal, yes, no matter how dark it is outside, he has to look for him, who let him save himself.

The sky was dark, not a single star could be seen, and a dim hairy moon hung in the sky. In the autumn season, the style of the evening is cool, and An Qishan does not wear much, so he wraps his clothes hard. It may be a psychological effect, he always feels that he is following people, blowing a cool breeze into his neck from time to time, the more he thinks about it, the more hairy he becomes, his steps are getting faster and faster, and his heart is getting more and more afraid.