Of course, the destiny of heaven cannot be separated from it, although it is avoided.

"Cultivating the Truth and Debate" has more than 1,000 words, this is its last sentence, unbelievable, and the mandate of heaven cannot be violated.

Mao Zhenhuang, as a monk, felt when he read this sentence -!

And he did the same in his last life, but when he chatted with Zhao Dan'er seriously, he realized how outrageous he was wrong.

It's not the book that's wrong, it's his understanding of the text!

He digresses!

Completely off topic, Huayang Tianzong did not let him change his life against the sky, but let him know what "nature, life".

Self-knowledge is auspicious, and there is no need to ask for it. The destiny of heaven is auspicious, and it is not beneficial to seek it;

If the husband does not seek and is self-generated, then there are also people who do not seek to be expensive but noble.

There are people who are good at self-interest without teaching, and those who are not good at teaching in the end, and they are still alive by nature.

Mao Zhenhuang stood by the canal in the field, and instantly had a sense of epiphany, resigned himself to changing his life, and in his previous life, he thought that having money and power was a change to his family, but in the final analysis, it was just his wishful thinking.

The son was originally a seedling of the imperial examination, but because he was rich and neglected to discipline, he completely embarked on another abandoned life path, and his wife was afraid of abnormality because of his power, and gradually lost her heart and morality, and even finally centrifuged her dreams.

What he Mao Zhenhuang thinks is a change that is good for others, but do others think so?

Maybe when the sudden wealth is expensive, the Zhou people don't know and know it, but after 20 years of walking together on the road of life, you will still think that the original change is a good change?

He Mao Zhenhuang only changed himself!

Their own changes have affected others, this is a fact that Zhao Daner and Fan Xiuyue gritted their teeth and had to accept, and the two of them were even more powerless to change the fact that Mao Zhenhuang had changed.

This is the failure of the previous life!

The fate cannot be enshrined, and the surplus of the instrument is also the weight of the hand.

If you receive a liter, you will be flat if you receive a liter, and if you receive it if you have a liter, it will overflow; if you hold a jun, if you hold a jun, if you lift it too much, you will be a servant.

Too much!

Mao Zhenhuang, who had been silent for a long time, looked at Zhao Dan'er's leaky shoes, and said with a light in his eyes: "Dan'er, do you like to read?"

"I don't like it. ”

It should be true!

Mao Zhenhuang looked at him and shook his head, squatted down and said with a smile: "I don't like it, why can I still carry it so well?"

"Because I want to be a man!"

"Why is that?" Mao Zhenhuang wondered, the first time he saw such a thing as attachment in a five-year-old child.

"Because my mother said that if you want to eat well, you have to be a lifter, if you want to eat meat, you have to be a lifter, and if you want to get a daughter-in-law when you grow up, you still have to be a lifter. ”

"Haha~~ Do you know what the use of a daughter-in-law is?" Mao Zhenhuang laughed at this, a five-year-old little kid told him about his wife seriously, how to look at it and couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Cook for me!"

"It seems to make some sense, remember what you said now, and your wife will come to cook for you in the future. Mao Zhenhuang patted the little kid, and said a serious sentence.

"That's for sure. ”

Looking at Zhao Dan'er's oath in front of him, Mao Zhenhuang stood up and looked at the melon field that was close at hand, and said with a sigh: "Let's go! ”

Zhai Lao Liu told him that people must have goals, regardless of whether they can achieve it or not, but this is at least good.

Mao Zhenhuang didn't understand what this sentence meant at all, but now he understands the old thing's long-standing chatter.

And Mao Zhenhuang, who has been in the world once, understands a sentence better, that is, don't destroy a person's target, the consequences of that kind of thing are basically no different from killing him.

This may be the reason why Zhao Dan'er died in the capital in the previous life.

The melon field guarded by three vicious dogs, think about it, Gu knows how difficult it is to steal this melon, but Zhao Dan'er succeeded!

Looking at the three large melons that were a little unripe in his small body, Mao Zhenhuang sat on the canal and grinned at this cheap son.

The fine fluff on the melon, Mao Zhenhuang knew that the melon must be unripe, and while smiling at this cheap son, he was also thinking about a question.

was bitten three times by three vicious dogs, and the bleeding wound was finally exchanged for three raw melons, is it worth it!

I don't know if it's worth it, but when I watched Zhao Dan'er hand him a raw melon with a smile and pick one up and gnaw on it, Mao Zhenhuang found that the wound on his leg didn't seem to be so painful.

It's impossible to eat dog meat, thinking that with a stick, how can you pick one to kill and eat dog meat at home with a knife, but who wants to ........

However, the melon that Zhao Dan'er stole from him was enough to make up for the regret of not having dog meat.

Even the melon in your hand is not sweet at all, and even has a little green and slightly bitter!

With the slanting sun looking at the satisfied Zhao Dan'er, Mao Zhenhuang took a serious look at the world again, the rice fields and valleys are green, the grass and trees are green and cicadas, and the people who rush to the mountains to sell illicit salt are still in groups, or that world, but only he knows in this world, Mao Zhenhuang in the first life is different from Mao Zhenhuang in the second life.

And the different consequence is-

Mao Zhenhuang chose a path that was completely different from the previous life!

On the morning of the second day, Han Sanniang's bracelet was still on her hand, and Mao Zhenhuang had two more broken tables on her shoulders and a broken teapot in her hand, and Zhao Dan'er, who was following behind his buttocks, was holding the family's broken pottery bowl in her hand.

It's still the mountain, it's still the place, it's still the caravan that sells smuggled salt.

But this time, there was no Zhang Laozhuan, and there was no group of strong men pulling weeds in the rice field with knives, some were just a small child reading aloud, and Mao Zhenhuang was waiting for customers to come to the door.

He didn't have the money to buy luxury tea, and the only tea he sold was a handful of wild chrysanthemums.

But the income on the first day was good, three hundred copper coins!

On the second day, it was still 300 wen, and on the fourth day, it was still 300 wen........

Seven days!

Mao Zhenhuang finally scraped together enough money for two pieces of pork legs.

Although the three-day time with him promised Han Sanniang was a bit big, Han Sanniang did not blame Mao Zhenhuang more, nor did he have any abuse of him, let alone take a short broom to smoke, but when he went out to set up a tea stall, he went up the mountain to pick half a basket of wild chrysanthemums and came back to dry, and Mao Zhenhuang even saw a smile in the eyes of the other party glancing at him.

300 wen a day, which is not much, but it is by no means a small amount for a family of three in a village who rents land for a living.

After enough of Zhao Dan'er's restraints, Han Sanniang quietly found that her family didn't seem to have to drink porridge every day, two meals a day, and even one meal could be dry, and this time was only a month.

And Mao Zhenhuang's tea stall is also expanding, and after two or three months, it is no longer the simple shop with three or two broken tables and a pot of wild chrysanthemum tea.

A long thatched board house, there are more than a dozen tables, and in addition to wild chrysanthemum tea, there are many real tea options.

In three months, Han Sanniang found that in addition to taking care of the tea stall every day, she was so busy that she didn't even have time to go to the mountains to pick wild chrysanthemums, and Mao Zhenhuang, who was freed from the tea stall, had another skill.

Nail the horseshoe!

Although the work in hand is not as good as the real instigator in the village, he is the only one who can do this work on this road, and he still has the income to add hundreds of dollars to the family every day.

And looking at Mao Zhenhuang, who was seriously nailing a horse with a strong temper, the corners of Han Sanniang's mouth inexplicably turned up with a smile.

Although she was a little tired every day, she knew that everything at this time was what she wanted, and it was also something she once dared not hope for.

One year!

Mao Zhenhuang finally replaced his dilapidated house that leaked when it rained with a green tile house, and this tea stall was also without the figure of Han Sanniang, only a thin Mao Zhenhuang figure, plus the lame instigator Wang who was a professional nail horsefoot in the village.

It was also in this year that Han Sanniang was even happier that his son Zhao Dan'er became the youngest child in the county at the age of six since the imperial examination.

And Mao Zhenhuang on this day, laughed wildly at Gao Tian for an hour in a state of incomprehension from his family!

Fortunately, on the second day, Mao Zhenhuang still went to guard the tea stall, which dispelled the worry that Han Sanniang would take him to the city for medical treatment.

The whole village thought that Mao Zhenhuang almost lost his mind because of Zhao Dan'er's appearance, but he was the only one in this world who knew why he was laughing at Gao Tian.

The rich and noble do not want to be poor and lowly, and the poor and lowly do not seek to be rich, and the rich and noble are also contented.

Imprisoned in spring and summer, the king in autumn and winter, can not do it;

Heavenly Nature!

This is the essence of this "Destiny", and it is also what Huayang Tianzong wants to tell him.

It's a very simple four words, and Mao Zhenhuang, as a monk, took two lifetimes to finally understand.

And this is the true record of Huayang Tianzong!