The sky was slightly bright, and a flower finch that came out to forage flew from a crooked neck tree on the mountainside, waking up Li Shuishan's quiet dream, shaking the bed quilt, throwing down a thin flower cat, glanced at Ma Yuan, who was still sleeping, and gently sealed the wooden door. Li Shuishan had long known that these dog days were so hot, and the private school had already taken a holiday, and looking at the scorching sun, his son must have dragged the old man down the mountain to live a happy life in the shade of the trees.

Li Shuishan secretly picked up his treasure gourd, took a sip of the sake he hadn't finished drinking, pinched his nose, blushed, and staggered down the mountain.

There were three or four workers in the pottery hall in the town who were busy, and Li Shuishan found the woman who met yesterday, Jiang Yun. The sun rose from the east and fell into his eyes, he blinked, remembering that at that time, he was fishing in the world, and someone put a few catties of small fish fry in the field, and he dragged the small frame alone, pinching the grass carp with white flowers, and put it in his own earthen tank, and roasted the fish for a few days with a smile.

He sat on the ground with a red face and panting, watching others keep walking back and forth here, their eyes were a little different when they looked at him, maybe many people looked directly at Jiang Yun's clothes, not because of the beauty of his clothes, but also because she had a different temperament, which made people wipe their saliva at a glance.

Over time, they sat on the bluestone block when they had nothing to do, and there was a lot of talk about biting their mouths and spraying ink.

Someone said: "How can a woman manage such a large place, she must have amazing talent and extraordinary skills." ”

Some people also say: "A woman is virtuous if she is talented, and she doesn't ask where she returns, she asks where she comes from." ”

Some people even said: "Ink in the pen, pinching the appearance of flowers into a scene, famous families, unspeakable, unspeakable." ”

Li Shuishan heard it quietly, not only because he was not familiar with each other, but also because this kind of topic would only make him feel irritable.

I hadn't done such heavy physical work in a long time. He was a little overwhelmed, so he sat down to rest, and whenever he stood up to carry something, some of the workers next to him would stop and watch him move step by step. I don't know how many steps I have taken, or how much sweat I have left on the ground.

Everyone else is an old worker here, and to be honest, there are some tricks, you can touch the turntable that pinched the pottery, and even when you are uncomfortable, you can tightly fasten the hat of an old urchin and sit under the tree to enjoy the shade. One glance at the powerful Lord, the other hand holding the straw hat on the top of his head, snoring and falling asleep. The owner of the pavilion didn't care much when he saw it, but just muttered: "When the person is old and tired, let him sleep a little longer." ”

When the owner of the pavilion left, the old worker looked down on Li Shuishan, and even some workers who came earlier than him also looked down on him, and he could count the ribs that looked down on him, and his arms were as thick as a wooden shovel, and the laughter with great ironic meaning made Li Shuishan, who was still a little thin-skinned, hold back in his heart, and he didn't know how long he felt guilty.

I didn't work for long, and I lay down under the tree in the heat.

At this time, there were large and small figures outside, two people wearing straw hats, the small one shaking gongs and drums, and the big one holding a wooden stick and closing his eyes, like a blind man exploring the way, and finally threatened: "If you want to listen to me, come." ”

As soon as he heard that it was a storyteller, he happened to stop in front of the door and set up a stall, and the child behind him, who was not too big or small, shook the gong and drum in his hand and said: "If you listen to the strange things in the capital, the strange things of thousands of mountains and rivers, you can stop." ”

The crack in the door was closed, and several elderly people inside shook their heads, as if they were itching in their hearts, and ran out a few, Jiang Yun said, "Go and listen." "There are more than a dozen people running out of this work.

There are only a few young boys who are not dry and kneaded pottery, and they are not interested in storytelling, looking at the clay pots that he kneaded with with his fingers, under his fiddling, the shape is exquisitely round and wet clay blanks. Li Shuishan didn't listen to the storytelling in front of the door, so he was dull-skinned, looking at this kid's craft, it seemed simple. I saw the little boy look at him and explained: "This craft is not passed on to outsiders. ”

"You can't learn it if you see it, you can't be like me without a few years of hard work. "He's very proud.

Li Shuishan disagreed, and felt a little uncomfortable, so he said with a smile: "A lump of mud in his hands, pinching the vertical column, pulling up a thin-skinned, hollow and sleek jar, or a crisp vase soil model, then dipping his hands in water, wiping off the mud on his hands, smoothing the appearance with a small wooden flat tool, cutting the bottom and taking it, and putting it on the shelf." ”

"If you don't grasp the size and humidity well, you can see that one of the mistakes will cause a 'total loss' situation, and the adjustment will not be satisfactory, and you need to never. ”

The little boy looked only a few years younger than Li Shuishan, but he said shyly: "Convinced." ”

"Can I try it?" Li Shuishan asked carefully, and the young man agreed, gave up the wooden stool, handed the linen apron that had passed deep in the mountains to Li Shuishan, and wrapped it around the waist of the plum tree.

Full of anticipation, he touched the semi-muddy water, pinched his sleeve, and as soon as he got his hands, the mud stained with water was not like the dirt road he saw on the mountain, and he couldn't get off the soles of his feet. The wooden spinning roulette wheel on his feet echoed in his ears in a calm interface, and he failed as soon as he got started.

Lying limply in the palm of his hand, he smiled awkwardly.

Jiang Lan stood beside her, and the hot Yang Guan followed this little bit of water, sparkling on her face, and said to her, "You can study for a few more days." ”

He shook his head, "It seems easy, but it's really not simple, no wonder there are still many craftsmen in Taiping Town who are the same as iron, and they will have the ability to eat with a bite of food after practicing for many years." ”

Jiang Lan didn't mind and said: "This person has not been here for a long time, and he is also a bald apprentice, as if he doesn't know much about you." I poured a belly of water, and I didn't vomit out as bitter water as your bitter water. The heavy work of moving mud is here, silently putting your little hands on and supporting your small waist, otherwise a woman will mistakenly think that you have reached the age of blind date, but you don't have much ability. ”

Li Shuishan blushed slightly.

She took out a bunch of copper coins and said: "I don't know if you can do half a month's work, if you can, you can take it more steadily, isn't it just my mind, after all, it is my uncle who explains, I see that I am very attentive to you, I am rare." ”

He touched his round head, caught it, and squeezed it tightly. I didn't expect the owner of Jiang Lan to be so direct, touching the small pomegranate tree on the side, being pricked by the caterpillar on it, touching his nose, seeing the small candle on the door that was not extinguished, scratching his head, and walking out.

The storyteller at the door also reached a climax, beating gongs and drums, which has a bit of charm.

"If you talk about the famous tourists in this country, it is the former historian, An Qian. He has traveled to hundreds of landscapes in the country, and there are too many to leave paintings, all of them are high-quality products, but all of them are also forbidden. ”

"Why forbid?" asked an old man.

"The king of Liang in this country, said that there are demons written in this book, and those demons and monsters are a hundred times more harmful to the world, if you ask what is in this mountain? ask what is in this water? You say that there are people walking in the air, or that there are monsters who write life and death?"

"These are forbidden words. ”

Li Shuishan's ears were spiritual, and he was attracted out at this time. Hearing the familiar passages in this book, listening carefully and thinking about it, the storyteller said: "There are monsters in this mountain, and we haven't felt it, it's just that this historian hates the court." ”

Hearing this, Li Shuishan had some words to say, but he continued to hear them.

A group of people shouted: "What do you say you have seen in this book, and these are all forbidden words in the imperial court, what nonsense are there?"

"This is written in ordinary words, not as obscure as you say, besides, do you know?" The storyteller who said this was stunned, and he didn't dare to refute it, after all, this storytelling is not known to be true or false, according to the rumors of the imperial court, it is impossible to be false, but those who have read this book feel that there are still strange stories in the world.

"The wilderness in the forest, the Hearthstone of Huangshan, the flying fish of Sky City, have you seen these?"

The storyteller snorted and pulled out a scroll sewn with needle and thread with holes in it.

It is written that under a Qi Mountain, there are nine black snakes, with blue sky on their heads, with their backs against the water veins, spit out black water and fall into the mountains every day, and give birth to dozens of hundreds of cubs. His cubs swallow his black water, and they grow hundreds of feet a day, and hide themselves in stones. ”

"What about the Huangshan Flying Stones?" Li Shuishan asked.

"Yellow Mountain is rugged and a hundred steps, there is a temple, it is said that there are several old monks in the scriptures in it, every time the hearth stone on the ground flies up, it is hot in the air, the fish in the water are hot, the stone turns and shakes with the thunder in the sky, and breaks apart. It is said that this monk is afraid that he has extraordinary power, and he must accept the punishment of the gods in order to have this power. ”

"What about the Sky City Flying Fish?" he asked.

The storyteller smiled: "You boy, don't try to trick me for the third one, I don't want to be fooled by you, as for the story in this book, I don't know." After today's story, see you next time. Then he took up his scroll and took the boy with him.

Li Shuishan was unwilling, watched the storyteller leave the crowd, and the listeners dispersed, returned to his place, and hurriedly said, "Sir, don't be in a hurry to leave." "Many years ago, there was also a blind man who came to tell a book, but it was not as wonderful as he said, and he still had the feeling of some incense smell of ghosts. It reminded him of the rat monsters that the young people were talking about, and the human bone he had touched in the water, and he still didn't dare to go to the river where the grass carp and loaches were slowly small.

An old fisherman drove the pelican in the river and bit half of it, saying that the osprey he met a few days ago was hanging on a pole, and he waved it down and spread his wings, attracting people to look at it for a while, which is also a well-fed business. At least he didn't bow his head and go ashore in fear, curled up his legs and feet, and made the child next to him who was also catching fish laugh until he fell into the water, saying that he was timid.

He stopped the storyteller who was leaving, he stopped, his eyelids drooped, and the boy shook the little leather drum, turned around and smiled slowly, "What's the matter?"

"I want to ask you, where did the book come from?" asked Li Shuishan.

"Coming from a mysterious place. ”

"What mysterious place?" he asked again.

The storyteller waved his hand, "Everywhere in the world, I have it in my heart." ”

"This book is just a rubbed book, you can throw it to you if you want it, and the good things are in my head. ”

He took out the book and threw it to Li Shuishan, turned around and left, leaving Li Shuishan, who had questions, said with a smile: "Little boy, we are destined to meet again." ”

Li Shuishan took the book, turned the first page, and saw those new terms, which happened to be the wilderness in the forest, the flying stones in the Yellow Mountain, and the flying fish in the sky city...... And there are dozens of strange words on the pages of Duojia's yellow paper that he has never heard, green fire, heavenly remnants, nine boats, and smiling dolls......

When he saw me, he panicked, and saw a rat monster with the words "people" of Xiangshan, and the narration of the story unfolded, completely following its mind, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became.

He put up the scroll, and there was a pimple in his heart, and the burden was heavier.

At noon, the director of the pottery hall ordered a few dishes and sent them, with white rice, drinking a sip of hot tea, which was called a cool, I was afraid that Ma Bo's son did not come to pick him up, wouldn't it be bad. I finished my work before dark, and I was so anxious that I went to buy a roast chicken, and ran back to the mountain with half a pot of sake from that house, tired and sweating.

In this dark night, looking at the old figure who was still asleep, I felt a little sorry for him, and when I saw him turn his head, he said, "It's been sixteen hours, and I haven't eaten much." ”

Li Shuishan smiled, "When I return to my own home, I have food and drink, and how comfortable it is for my son to take care of me, in my case, I will starve and suffer." ”

Ma Yuan's two horizontal oblique eyebrows were skimmed, showing the appearance of eight characters, and he exhaled and went in, and when he spit it out, there was a small brush dyeing the picture, and he pulled up the ring of a gossip diagram with his hand, and pressed it on Li Shuishan's chest, and saw Li Shuishan spit out a sip of wine, so that the white sparrow who spent the night on the mountain fell off the cliff with a grunt, and complained with a chirp.

Unexpectedly, the first thing he asked was, "Did you steal the wine from my gourd early in the morning?"

"How do you know?" asked Li Shuishan with a wink.

He shook his head and said, "As soon as I pinched my fingers, the gossip map was coiled in two breaths, my facial features were sensitive, and I could see through everything around me at a glance. No, you just think about it carefully, the power of the gossip map is not a joke. ”

Li Shuishan heard that this was both true and false, and he didn't bother to argue with him, so he took out the tender roast chicken and the sake in the half-wine jug, and said, "I'll tell you when I see it." ”

He shook his head: "Don't tell me if you see it, my family background is passed on to you, don't lose my reputation, my name is a fortune teller, and I can also observe celestial phenomena..."

Li Shuishan shook his head. Laughing at the face.

The old man dragged the chicken leg of a roast chicken, chewed it, looked at the fact that there were still one or two sips of sake in his pot, drank it, divided the half pot of wine equally, and said loudly: "If you like to drink, you can drink it with me once." Next time, on my son's festive day, you come and sit, don't be embarrassed. ”

Li Shuishan smiled, and was secretly happy in his heart, one yard to one yard. If Ma Bo knew that his gossip map was taken away by the cat, would he swallow himself alive?

This touched his thinking, holding the wine jug and looking up to drink, the one who drank it was so happy that Ma Bo felt a pain in his flesh, and scolded: "Drink so fast, hurry to reincarnate?"

Li Shuishan looked at the old man's old look, slowly tasted it, nodded, closed his eyes, and felt unfinished, "Look, that's it." Wine is not tea, what is the use of tasting it? ”

Ma Bo looked at his unsuccessful appearance, wanted to reach out and pat his skull, and said, "You kid, you will go against me, what do you know." This wine is not a strong wine, it is strong to drink, and the sake is refreshing, sweet, and it is life, not acute. It's like drinking porridge in the morning and tasting wine in the evening. Because wine has a taste in the night. ”

"What kind of taste?" Li Shuishan asked obsessively.

"Hmph, that's a lot. With the company of the people you love, there will be ambiguity and happiness; there are people who share hardships and hardships, that is, there is joy in suffering; those who save the world are the feeling of being in the world; and those who kill a hundred times more are tempering the impetuous heart...... There's something you don't understand?"

Listening to Ma Yuan's words, it was like reading a lot of books, pretending to be an elegant person.

After drinking, I returned to the wooden house, but there were no mosquito bites. Li Shuishan's eyes widened, sat on the edge of the bed, and asked Ma Yuan, "Ma Bo, can you really see the ghosts and gods in heaven and earth?"

He was accustomed to the environment, so he put on an indifferent look, and then asked, "You say, can this ghost thing be trusted?"

Ma Yuan obviously slept like a dead pig, but muttered, "If I say it, there is nothing, and there is nothing, and it is in a thought." My gossip map is not a wasted thing. ”

On this night, Ma Bo also introduced to Li Shuishan about the capital of Chu Shuiguo.

There was a lot of traffic there, there were many things he had never seen before, and more importantly, they had better conditions for them to choose, whether it was to read and write, or to travel far away, even if it was the lowest level of business. Their lives here are smooth sailing, and no one will go hungry because they don't have enough to eat, let alone someone who can't find their own idle requirements at home. And the main thing he mentioned was opportunity.

This time Li Shuishan understood.

He said: Everyone is born with different situations, and in every family, things are accepted differently. Because they have material superiority, they will not forget to strive for their spiritual sublimation in order to survive.

This sentence moved Li Shuishan quite a lot, and he laid down an ideal in his mind. Maybe it was to pursue material superiority, but he didn't see any concept of superiority in his eyes.

Taiping Town is really peaceful and peaceful.

He closed his eyes slightly and squinted for a while, and then fell asleep on this windy day, the first time he had been drunk.

When I saw the storyteller in the daytime, he was like a tourist in the mountains, holding a cup of tea in his hand and drinking it in the moonlight, and beside the cliffs, there were birds falling into the water, and fishermen were fishing, and the storm roared down the mountain, and the mountain was clear.

It looks more like a hidden person, merry and happy, like the soul of the king of Yama, with old friends sake, early morning white porridge looking at each other and smiling.