Chapter 11 Wonderful Hands Change Broken Clothes Silver Needles Fly Under the Moon

A flock of chaffinches flapped their wings from the silver-gray sky, the sunset subsided, and a round of silver-white Emei crescent moon floated into the night sky, and the stars were cold.

The sky is not yet dark, and on the night path of Rocking Boat Village, morning glory, men carrying hoes, baskets, and women holding vegetables are carrying the starlight, stepping on the grass shoes, and walking slowly towards each house. In a few acres of paddy fields by the stream, there are still a few sporadic old men who are afraid of the heat during the day driving their oxen to plow the fields, and the moonlight is sprinkled on the paddy fields, flashing with bursts of silver light.

The dim oil lamps are lit up behind the windows of every household in the village, and the shadows of the lamps reflect the men who are toasting and drinking, the busy women in front of the stove, and the dolls playing with hand shadows behind the paper windows, a quiet and peaceful night scene of the mountain village.

The old man and the old lady who were full of food and drink in twos and threes lay on the triangular bamboo chair in the courtyard, leisurely stargazing and admiring the moon, patting the broken pu fan to drive away the poisonous mosquitoes in the autumn night.

On the ancient trees next to the old stone bridge at the entrance of the village, there are several soul-chasing birds, and their eyes are against the cold light and make bursts of "coo, coo, coo," and cry. Under the dry vines hanging down from the ancient trees, Zongde and the Acropolis were leading the Linglei black horse carrying the hidden Linglei from the stone bridge left and right, and the Acropolis Prime Minister looked up at the paddy fields by the stream, stopped, and looked at the green mountain road in the village:

"Such a beautiful scenery, the old man can't help but want to recite a poem!"

After that, he touched his white beard with one hand and put the other behind his back, shook his head and said:

"The green mountains are overflowing at night, and the frogs are singing and the insects are hiding in the fields.

Lao Su ploughed the fields and walked the world, and the stars and moons in the pond made up cold. ”

After hearing this, Zong De on the side couldn't help but admire:

"Heaven, earth, landscapes and people are all in this poem. The city is a good poem, a good artistic conception!

"Haha, it's exciting, it's not a good poem, Master Zongde has won the prize! Let's go to the front village to find a farmer's house to spend the night and fast!"

The Acropolis looked up in the distance, his mouth was modest, but his expression was quite smug and polite. Zong De looked at the chase on the horse, and saw that he was staring blankly into the distance, so he shook the reins in his hand a little hard and said:

"If the monk doesn't eat at noon, the little monk doesn't have to, and he has already drunk a bowl of fried rice tea, and he will ask for a bowl of porridge for Zang to drink. ”

The Acropolis shook their heads and waved their hands:

"Eh, the little doll has a long body, how can he eat clear soup and little water, don't say Yan Bao Wing Ginseng, this chicken, duck and fish meat always have to be eaten, such a small doll, the rules and precepts of the monk are indeed a bit evil clothes and bad food for him. ”

Zong De said for a while:

"This.."

The prime minister of the acropolis was bent on persuading Zongde, so he continued to ask:

"Little Master Zongde, the old man asks you, have you ever shaved your degree?"

Zongde replied:

"I haven't shaved my head. ”

"Have you ever been ordained and given a name?"

"No, but this name was given by Master Kongxuan. ”

The Acropolis looked sideways at Cha Zang, and saw that he was looking at the two of them with his eyes open, and smiled at him and continued:

"This chasing word is not in the monk sect, according to what the old man saw, Master Kong Xuan didn't plan to let him become a monk, just as he was an ordinary doll raised in the monk's sect. Isn't the little doll chasing the Tibetan doll exactly the bitter guest who is suffering from the poison? If you eat better, your body and bones will be good, and you will be able to withstand this poison. Besides, the little doll's seven emotions and six desires have not grown up, and she is not even a person who has come out of the dust, and the three refuges and five precepts of this monk are just fictitious to him. ”

Zong De listened to the Acropolis Xiangyi's understanding of affection and reason, although he knew that he was clever and eloquent, but he also felt that he was reasonable, so he no longer argued with him, and bowed to him and said:

"It seems that the little monk has not yet understood the Dharma, so let's follow the words of the Acropolis. ”

Acropolis smiled sideways:

"Haha, the little master Zongde is humble, the old man knows that you are distressed and chasing the little brother of Tibet, and you don't argue with the old man, otherwise with your ability to read the scriptures of the Tibetan Pavilion this time, you will definitely be able to refute the old man's ridiculous words, haha, let's go." ”

After that, the two led their horses down to the stone bridge, and when they got off the stone bridge, they saw Ping'er not far away sitting on a big rock beside the path with a burning stick, and saw a few people coming from the stone bridge, so they bent down and tilted their heads to take a look. The charcoal bump saw a few people coming, lowered his body and pouted the dog's buttocks to shrink behind the stone, Ping'er bent down and pressed its head and said:

"Charcoal bump, that's a big black horse, don't be afraid, didn't Daddy show you a lot of horses? ”

It was late to see the Acropolis, and the little girl was still holding a burning stick and sitting on the side of the road with a local dog, which was really interesting, so she bent forward and lowered her body and asked with concern:

"Little girl, why are you alone here? Where's your father?"

Ping'er took advantage of the moonlight to see that the Acropolis had a kind face, and saw that Zongde was a monk, and the little chasing on the horse was also a little doll of her age, not like the bad guy her father and mother usually described. Besides, this rocking boat village is so big, if someone really wants to harm her, she will shout loudly, and the uncle will come, not to mention the charcoal bumps and burning sticks to protect her. After thinking about this a lot, Ping'er didn't worry anymore, so she replied loudly:

"Uncle, I'm welcoming my father and mother home for dinner! They have opened a tea shed in front, and they will be back later, and I will welcome them home here." ”

As soon as the Acropolis heard about the tea shed, he got up and smiled at Zongde, and immediately chased the treasure and suddenly shouted loudly:

"Fried rice tea is so delicious. ”

Ping'er tilted her head and looked at the chase on the horse, seeing that he was eight or nine years old, but he spoke like a two or three-year-old doll, and was muttering in her heart, and the Acropolis Prime Minister accosted her again:

"Oh~ It's really fateful, we just came from your father's house, where is your home?"

Ping'er replied:

"Uphill at the corner in front, there is a big old locust tree planted in the yard, does my uncle know my father?"

Acropolis listened to Ping'er's mouth with a sparrow-like throat and a clear mouth, and saw that her expression was innocent and lively, which was really likable. He nodded softly and smiled at her:

"I know, Uncle was chatting with your father just now, and the fried rice tea made by your father and mother is very delicious. ”

Ping'er stood up with the burning stick in both hands, and said excitedly with a pestle on the mud floor:

"Yes, yes, it's delicious to add some sugar sand to make snacks, then you can go to my house for dinner, grandma made me fried fish today, let's eat together." ”

Seeing that she was so hospitable, the Acropolis laughed loudly:

"Haha, what a hospitable and polite little girl. ”

Ping'er looked at the Acropolis and laughed loudly, presumably he must have agreed happily, so he also smiled happily:

"Haha, that's really good! You go over first, I'll welcome my father and mother, and you will tell grandma that Ping'er is a guest invited, and grandma will definitely entertain you warmly." ”

"Haha, okay, okay, Uncle accepts your invitation, let's go now!"

Seeing that Ping'er nodded, the Acropolis Minister nodded sideways to Zongde, and after pointing in the direction of the village, the two led the black horse towards the village.

After walking about 100 zhang, I saw that there was a bamboo and wood row house hanging on the top of the hill at the right corner uphill, in the yard in front of the row house, an old locust tree with intertwined roots, an old locust tree with an old dragon bell, standing firmly in the middle of the courtyard, the dense layers of leaves on the top of the tree covered most of the night sky of the yard, and under the moonlight between the trees, the figure of a burly man was busy in front of a square table under the tree. The Acropolis led the black horse through the fence, took a few steps forward, and asked:

"Excuse me, sir, is this Ping'er's house?"

Zhang Ding heard the deep and deep voice, turned around and looked at a few people by the moonlight, and asked suspiciously:

"Exactly, how did Your Excellency know Ping'er?"

Seeing Zhang Ding, the Acropolis was puzzled, so he smiled and said:

"It's the old man who is abrupt, we are passing by here, looking for a place to spend the night, just met the smart and clever Ping'er at the entrance of the village, after a few words, she warmly invited us to come here. ”

After Zhang Ding nodded, he said apologetically:

"I'm so sorry, today is the death day of my deceased wife, and it's really inconvenient. ”

After hearing this, Zongde folded his palms together and bowed deeply, and said in his mouth:

"Amitabha, the Buddha of Immeasurable Light, the donor is disturbed. ”

The Acropolis Prime Minister also bowed down and bowed:

"It's okay, it's okay, the deceased is big, and there are many disturbances, let's go find another home. ”

Zhang Dingxin was reluctant to go, and was thinking about taking them to the village to find a familiar family to spend the night, Aunt Lu walked out from the mouth of the stove house and beckoned:

"A few stays, today is really fate, my hard-working daughter-in-law since her death, has never done excessive dharma, today happened to come to the monk's little master, please help my hard-working daughter-in-law recite the mantra of the past, but also look forward to her reincarnation in the next life to live a good life. ”

After saying that, he beckoned the Acropolis Prime Minister and Zongde to come into the courtyard, pretending to be disgusted and said to Zhang Ding:

"Ping'er's invited guest, you don't know her temperament, go and help lead the horse. ”

Zhang Ding picked the cyan stiff beard on his left cheek and said:

"Haha, I'm confused for a while, if you refuse Ping'er's invitation, you will definitely be scolded like a charcoal pimple later. Then there will be a little master Lao, have you had dinner?"

The Acropolis looked at the old locust tree in the courtyard, and replied casually:

"Not yet, I heard Ping'er say that there are fried fish larvae to eat today, and the old man also came to relieve his hunger. ”

Zhang Ding saw that the black-haired and white-bearded man did not treat himself as an outsider at all, and he was really a free and easy person, so he laughed twice and said:

"Haha, it's easy to say, mother, help the little master cook a bowl of porridge. It's rude, it's rude, haven't you asked the little master for the number?"

Zongde bowed and said:

"Little monk Zongde, this is the acropolis of Holly City, and he is immediately the younger brother of the little monk chasing Tibet, and the monk does not eat at noon, so the little monk does not have to fast, just drink a bowl of tea. I don't know where my deceased wife is buried?"

Zhang Ding's face was sad, and he was stunned:

"There is no body of his deceased wife, so Master Zongde should think that this old locust tree is her, Zhang Ding thanked him here. ”

After saying that, he bowed deeply to Zongde, and Zongde saw that he seemed to have something unspeakable, so he went to the black horse and stretched out his arms to lift down the chasing treasure on the horse and said:

"Don't be sad, the bones are not there, the soul of the law is fixed, please prepare a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the little monk wants to write some superordinate scriptures. ”

"Well, let's go and prepare, little master Zongde waits. ”

Zhang Ding said, then led the black horse to tie it to the tethered horse post next to the firewood room, and went straight to the hall next to him to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

After Aunt Lu beckoned the Acropolis Prime Minister to sit down in the courtyard, she carried the teapot on the table and poured a few bowls of tea for a few people, and then went to the stove house to work. Acropolis and Zongde sat down and chatted, and a tender and crisp voice came from the bottom of the slope:

"Uncle and uncle, we're back! Daddy, look, it's this uncle, he said that the fried rice tea you and your mother made is delicious." ”

Acropolis got up and touched his beard, looked at Ping'er with a smile and said:

"Ping'er is back, Uncle has kept his promise and is waiting for you at your house. ”

Ping'er raised the burning stick, stomped her feet and spun around a few times, and said with a smile:

"Haha, that's great. Later, we can eat small fish together. ”

The man at the tea shed smiled at a few people and said:

"Guest officer, little master, little doll, it's really fate, welcome to my house as a guest to rest. ”

The Acropolis smiled and said:

"It's eaten from the east to the west, and finally it comes to your house, ashamed, ashamed. ”

The man laughed twice and said to his wife next to him:

"Bihe, you go and clean up the side room, and let the little master live in that room later." ”

After saying this, the man squatted down again and touched Ping'er's head and said:

"Ping'er, can you go with your mother? When it's cleaned up, we'll eat the little fish together." ”

Ping'er nodded with a small mouth, her eyes secretly looked at the Acropolis and smiled, the Acropolis saw that her clever appearance was really interesting, so he made a grimace at her and teased her, Ping'er laughed and ran away with a burning stick when she saw it. The woman, named Bihe, smiled at the others and chased after Ping'er.

Here Zhang Ding walked out of the hall with a tray, and when he saw a few people talking, he asked curiously:

"You know?"

The man replied:

"Well, the guest officer and the little master drank rest tea in the tea shed and chatted for a while. ”

Zhang Ding put the tray containing pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, nodded and said:

"I see, it seems that today is really fate, this is my younger brother Zhang Kai, this is the Acropolis of Holly City, the little master of Zongde of the monk's sect, and the little junior brother of Tibet. ”

After a few people nodded, Zhang Ding moved the tray to Zong De, and the Acropolis looked at the inkstone on the tray, and saw that the inkstone was turquoise, crystal like jade, and the auspicious clouds carved on the edge were delicate in texture, as if floating on the inkstone, and couldn't help but admire:

"Good inkstone, Yali curiose, breath condensation, fast ink, ink storage is not dry, good object." ”

Zhang Ding looked at him and admired, thinking that he must be ten minutes to understand this inkstone, so he arched his hand and said:

"The Acropolis seems to be a high-ranking person, this inkstone is a gift from a friend, if the Acropolis Prime Minister likes it, Zhang Ding is willing to give it to you, this kind of object is also a bad practice for me as a rough man. ”

The Acropolis waved his hand and said:

"Eh, don't be humble, look at this inkstone is very finely maintained, it must be your favorite, the old man is not the one who wins people's love, it is enough to open your eyes. ”

Zhang Ding said indifferently:

"That chapter will not be forced, if the Acropolis Minister changes his mind, he will inform me again. Then there will be Master Lao Zongde to prepare the rituals first. ”

After saying that, he raised his chin towards Zhang Kai and motioned for him to go to the stove house to help cook, while he prepared a pen and ink for Zong De on the side. After Zongde went to the well to get water and cleaned his hands, he straightened the monk's robe and brushed the dust on the monk's sleeve. Walked to the square table and spread out the rice paper, lifted the bamboo rabbit pen, wrote the mantra on the paper word by word, and muttered while writing:

"Where the light of the Buddha shines, the five rebellions and ten evils are all destroyed, the Buddha is at the top, to protect the dead, the present world is pure, and the past life returns to the pure land..."

Chaizang, who was sitting on the side, saw Zongde holding a pen and writing carefully on the paper, so he opened his mouth and read in a daze:

"Nam no Amitabha Night, Doltagada Night, Dori Night, Amiridhu Bhabi..."

Zongde finished writing the fourteen lines and fifty-nine characters of the mantra of death, and he also finished reciting it on the side. Zhang Ding looked at Zang in surprise, thinking that this little doll could actually recognize such awkward scriptures, but seeing that Zongde and Acropolis were not surprised, it must be a common thing, so he didn't ask much, so he looked at him and nodded approvingly. Seeing Zhang Ding looking at him in surprise, Chai Zang blinked at him and smiled, then looked into the distance blankly.

Zongde picked up the rewritten mantra in light ink and walked under the old locust tree, squatted down and spread the mantra on the muddy ground. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes and muttering, Zhang Dingli listened silently on the side, but felt that the chanting sound was solemn and pious, sacred, and couldn't help but straighten up and stand straighter.

After Zongde recited it twenty-one times, he got up and bowed deeply to the old locust tree three times, and asked Zhang Ding to fetch the incense candle paper money and burned it under the tree, squatted down and picked up the page of the mantra and handed it to him, and told him to recite it twenty-one times every morning and evening.

After the super-ritual was done, Aunt Lu loudly beckoned Zhang Ding to go to the stove house to serve food, and Zhang began to bring a big bowl of small fish out of the stove house, and called out Ping'er and Bihe in the side room to come out to eat. After the wine and food were served, the eight people sat down around the table, and the Acropolis raised the tea bowl in front of him and saluted Aunt Lu's family:

"It's a lot of disturbance, the old man doesn't drink, so he will use this bowl of tea to honor your family. ”

After that, he picked up the tea bowl and took a big sip, and Aunt Lu's family also responded with the tea bowl and wine cup, and Zong De saw that the etiquette of several people was finished, so he got up and bowed to everyone and said:

"A few people eat slowly, and the little monk can meditate and participate in meditation on the side. ”

Everyone nodded, and when he moved to the bottom of the tree, they asked the eldest Aunt Lu to move the chopsticks first, and then the juniors lifted the bamboo chopsticks and ate them.

Ping'er stretched out her little hand on the side and grabbed a small golden fish cub on both sides in the big bowl and gnawed it, shaking her head while gnawing, and there was a burst of "click" sound from her mouth.

After the little girl quickly finished nibbling a small fish cub, she threw the fish head with a hint of bitterness under the square table. The anthrophores that had been lying under the square table before the meal were "Teng" together, burying the dog's head and sticking out his tongue to roll the fish head, and also "rattling" and biting it, the fish head that the little ancestor discarded was a rare treasure for its charcoal lumps.

After Ping'er finished nibbling one, she stretched out her little hand into the bowl again, and saw that Chaizang, who was sitting on the other side, was still staring blankly into the distance, so she grabbed a small fish and put it in his bowl and said:

"You eat little fish, it's delicious. ”

Chai Zang looked at Ping'er, who was full of oil, and rolled his eyes to look at her and said:

"If you don't eat, you have to meditate. ”

Ping'er didn't bother to pay attention to him, so she thought he was a fool, grabbed another fish and continued to gnaw on it. The charcoal bump was also excitedly holding the dog's head high, stepping on the dog's legs, wagging his tail, and looking at the fish cub in Ping'er's hand with a light in his eyes, waiting for the next fish head to be thrown down from the hands of the little ancestor in front of him.

When the Acropolis saw that he didn't eat, he put down the bowl in his hand, brought the bowl to him, put some vegetables into his bowl and put them in front of him and said:

"You also have to eat after Tibet, and if you eat and grow tall, you can fly to the top of Tianxiang Mountain to see the red sun. ”

Chazang stared at Zongde in the distance, and said with both hands on his cheeks:

"Senior Brother Zongde, you want to drink white porridge. ”

Zong De heard it on the side, so he got up and came over to find Aunt Lu to go to the stove house to fill a bowl of white porridge, and opened the burden on the bench, took out a few Bodhi leaves from the bag, removed the petiole and tore it up, sprinkled it on the white porridge noodles and handed it to Chaizang. When everyone saw that Chaizang was drinking white porridge from the leaves, they all showed a trace of confusion on their faces, and Ping'er grabbed a half-gnawed fish boy in her hand and asked:

"Daddy, what is he eating leaves?"

Zhang Kai patted her head and asked Zong Dedao:

"Little Master Zongde, I don't know why I want to eat this leaf?"

Seeing that everyone had doubts on their faces, Zong De sighed and said:

"Hey, I also learned by chance that this is a Bodhi leaf, which has some benefits for the strange poison on his body, so I take a few pieces of white porridge every day, hoping that the strange poison on his body will be expelled as soon as possible. ”

The expressions of the people were complicated, and they didn't know what words of comfort to say, so they looked at the chai zang, and saw that he was obediently holding the bowl of white porridge and taking small sips, and he really couldn't bear it in his heart.

"Don't worry, the old man sees that the little doll is blessed, and when he meets the little master Zongde, and meets the kindness of Sister Lu's family, there will be another adventure that can cure this strange poison. After two days, the old man returned to Holly City and took him to see the famous doctor, maybe there was a way to crack it. ”

Everyone nodded, and continued to eat, and Zongde also put away the burden and hung it on the bench, and sat down with Chaizang to chat with everyone.

After everyone finished dinner, the Emei moon had risen to the sky, and the stars in the night sky became more and more.

Zhang Kai led Zongde Acropolis to the side room, Zongde was getting up and lifting the burden hanging on the bench, the charcoal lump rushed out of nowhere, and bit Zongde's burden and pulled it, and the Bodhi leaves and clothes in the burden were scattered.

The charcoal lump picked up a ragged shirt in his scattered clothes and rushed towards the fence downhill, and after running all the way, he threw it outside the fence. After throwing away the ragged shirt, the gnax hung his head and walked back with his tail between his legs, with a very miserable expression.

Ping'er saw that the charcoal lump was not cleaned up, so she chased the charcoal lump with a burning stick and scolded while running all the way:

"You are disobedient, charcoal, watch me beat you. ”

Zongde walked to the fence and picked up the ragged shirt, patted the dust and said:

"It's not in the way, this is the clothes that he wore when he first came to the monk's door, although he changed into a new monk's clothes, he had to sleep with this ragged shirt every day, otherwise he couldn't sleep well, and the little monk's sewing skills were really not fine, so it could only be like this. ”

Everyone followed over to take a look at the ragged shirt, and Aunt Lu reached out to take the ragged shirt and looked at it:

"There is some unique smell in this clothes, and I hope that this little doll will sleep soundly when she smells this smell, but if she sleeps on her pillow every day, this ragged shirt will not last long. Bihe, help my mother get a needle and thread cut. ”

After hearing this, Bihe's face was embarrassed and he said:

"Mother.... This..."

Aunt Lu took the ragged shirt and sat down on a low stool in the courtyard and said:

"Don't get in the way, you don't have to dissuade it! This doll is also a hard-working baby, fatherless and motherless, like my eldest daughter-in-law, she is born well-behaved. Grandma will change this ragged shirt into a purse for you and put it next to your pillow. ”

Chaizang stood aside and asked with dripping eyes:

"Purse, is it better than sauerkraut bun?"

After Ping'er cleaned up a few sticks of charcoal bumps, she ran from not far away with a smile and said:

"Haha, nerd, the purse is on the body, hahaha. ”

Everyone was also amused by the fairy tale of the two little dolls, so they all laughed a few times, and Bihe took the needle and thread and handed it to Aunt Lu. But seeing that Aunt Lu took the needle and thread, her thumb and index finger pinched the needle and thread and rubbed it gently, and the thread passed through the eye of the needle. Aunt Lu pinched the thread and tied a knot, then pinched the silver needle and grinded it in the white hair on the top of her head, rubbed the rotten shirt with one hand, and pinched the silver needle with the other hand, and embroidered a purse style in the middle of the ragged shirt in a moment, and then took scissors to cut off the rags next to the purse, folded them into long strips, cut them into fine piles, and then put them on the purse cloth that had not yet been closed. Aunt Lu pinched both sides of the cloth and folded it gently, and then pinched the needle and thread to sew the four sides of the cloth, and a boxy purse style came out.

Aunt Lu replaced the navy blue thread on the silver needle with a colored thread, and looked at the Tibetan Dao standing aside:

"Chasing the doll, although you now have no father and no mother, but also born to your mother, now it is the flowering period of caryophyllus, grandma embroidered a filial piety of the caryophyllum on this purse, remember that you are also a doll with a mother, this purse is regarded as your mother, let it grow up with you. ”

Aunt Lu choked up, coughed twice and cleared her throat, pinched the silver needle and embroidered it on the purse, and the acropolis minister watched Aunt Lu's silver needle piercing quickly, and couldn't help but admire:

"Grab the needle embroidery petals, hit the needle embroidery stamen, scale needle embroidery stems, roller needle embroidery flying bees, embroidery under the moonlight, wait for about blind embroidery, today to see such embroidery, no regrets in this life!"

Zhang Dingzhang Kai heard the admiration of the Acropolis, and the two looked at each other with complicated expressions, and did not speak. watched Aunt Lu fly the needle and walk the line. About a tea time, Aunt Lu embroidered the caryophyllum flowers, but saw that the caryophyllus flowers on the purse were bright and lifelike, and the edges of the petals were slightly rolled up, as if there was a gust of wind blowing. On the toothed petals rested a young green-striped wasp, with wings as thin as silk and veins clearly visible, as if they were about to fly out of the purse.

Aunt Lu handed the purse to Chaizangdao:

"Chase the doll, and sleep with this purse in the future. ”

Chai Zang took the purse, stared blankly at the caryophyllum on the purse, and muttered:

"Mother, caryophyllus, so beautiful!"

Zong De bowed and saluted to Aunt Lu:

"Amitabha, thank you Aunt Lu, the Buddha blesses your family, and the merit is immeasurable. ”

Aunt Lu waved her hand, put away the needle and thread, supported her knee with one hand and was about to get up, Bihe immediately helped Aunt Lu to help her up, and Aunt Lu handed the needle and thread to Bihe and said with a smile:

"The little master doesn't have to be polite, it's easy to work hard, chasing the doll will definitely be auspicious, it's not early, let's go and rest." ”

After that, he said meaningfully to the Acropolis:

"The Acropolis is familiar with the old woman's acupuncture, and must also know our identity, the old woman's family has settled down in this rocking boat village, and they just want to live a peaceful and stable life, and they also ask the Acropolis to keep it a secret. ”

The Acropolis arched his hand and bowed:

"Sister Lu relaxes, the old man must be tight-lipped, there is a little master Zongde here to testify, the old man must keep his promise. If there is an old man who can help, send your two sons to Holly City to find me, and I will do my best to help you. ”

Aunt Lu nodded, and everyone said goodbye to each other and went back to their rooms to rest.

Under the bright moonlight, the autumn cicadas vibrate their bellies and make a "squeak" chirp. The village was silent, and under the stars and moon, the village was filled with a silvery sheen like water. There are still a few oil lamps lit in the village, like orange and yellow silk wafting under the moonlight, light and elegant, soft and clear.

Everyone rested in the room, and Ping'er pouted on the shelf bed in the east wing, slapped her little hand on Zhang Kai's face who was snoring, and fell asleep in Bihe's arms. On the board bed in the west side room, Chaizang leaned against the Acropolis Xiang, and slept very sweetly with his little face against the purse, and Zongde sat on the edge of the bed, holding a sweat towel in his hand and napping. In the stove house in the middle of the townhouse, Zhang Ding was still cleaning up the leftover dishes and chopsticks in front of the stove, and asked Aunt Lu who was sitting by the stove in a low voice while cleaning up:

"Mother, do you look at the little doll in the chase familiar?"

Aunt Lu shook the bamboo stool she was sitting on with her back vigorously and said:

"It's a little similar, Lu didn't look at it carefully when he opened the lid. Hey, hurry up and clean up and go to sleep, there are too many old people I remember today, it's not a good sign!"