Guo Dalu found that there were several runes engraved at the bottom of the wooden plate, among which he recognized several traditional characters, which were gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, which were the five elements.

Guo Dalu was inexplicable, and the old village chief Zhu was also surprised, and he exclaimed in a low voice: "How did you come back? Why didn't Guo Ge'er's blood drops stop--Jinmu, water, fire, and earth, his spirituality was actually not within the Five Elements? Guo Jin, do you remember what kind of spirituality was measured by the blood when Guo Ge'er was just born?"

Guo Jin was blind, and he didn't see the strange scene on the wooden plate, and he said nervously: "What's wrong?" As I said just now, I forgot all the things that happened when Dalu was a child. ”

Carpenter Zhou was also stunned next to him, and he said: "This is really strange, all living beings in the world have spirituality, gold, wood, water, fire and earth must be one, and those who are born with spirits are still dual attributes." But how can Brother Guo'er's blood not be accounted for by any kind of spirituality, just spinning around in the plate? I have lived half my life, and I have really never seen such a miracle. By the way, isn't Brother Guo'er's blood dripping enough?"

Carpenter Zhou couldn't help but say, took Guo Dalu's hand, and squeezed a large drop of blood into the wooden plate, and the blood fell into the plate, fused with the first drop of blood just now, and also rolled in the plate.

The villagers next to him were also amazed.

At this moment, Guo Dalu's blood droplets suddenly rolled to the center of the wooden plate, and then seeped to the bottom of the plate and disappeared.

Everyone stayed on the spot, and the hand of the old village chief Zhu holding the wooden plate was trembling, and he said after a while: "Guo Dalu's spirituality does not account for the five elements - he, he is actually a person with five incomplete roots!"

The villagers sighed in unison, looking at Guo Dalu's eyes full of sympathy.

Guo Dalu looked puzzled, and couldn't help but ask, "Old village chief, what's going on?"

Old Village Chief Zhu looked at Guo Dalu sympathetically: "All living beings in this world have spirituality, and they are divided into the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. ”

Guo Dalu breathed a sigh of relief - what spirituality is not spiritual, all are superstition, it is not worth mentioning at all, and the ancients are ignorant, from the emperor to the small people, all of them want to cultivate immortals and gain the Tao, and live forever.

The old village chief Zhu was still chattering: "Alas, Brother Guo'er's situation, I have never heard or seen it, this, this is only a person with five incomplete roots, no matter how hard such a person works, his life will be--"

He really can't go on, not only does a person with five incomplete roots have a bad fate in his life, but he is even discriminated against by others, and no matter how poor a family is, he is not willing to marry his daughter to a person with five incomplete roots.

It's just that, the strange thing is that, generally speaking, people with five incomplete roots are reflected as soon as they are born in the flesh, either deaf or dumb, or half-crazy and half-leprosed, and it is extremely rare for Guo Dalu to grow healthy and healthy, but sometimes the disease of people with five incomplete roots has no appearance, but it is more terrible, such as heavenly eunuchs!

The eunuch is usually no different from ordinary people, and even can be promoted to make a fortune, but it is inhumane, unable to give birth to children, such people can not see the abnormality when they are young, and they will not find out until they are adults, and the pain is unknown, and many eunuchs finally choose to enter the palace and serve the heavenly family.

Guo Dalu didn't know that in the eyes of the old village chief Zhu, he had become a eunuch, and he didn't care -- this kind of superstitious thing, in front of the new young people who have been educated by materialism in China in the 21st century, are all scum, and all cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods should be swept into the garbage heap of history.

Guo Jin's face couldn't see joy and sorrow, he just grabbed Guo Dalu's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that this son, who came back suddenly, would suddenly disappear again. He nodded at the old village chief Zhu: "Trouble the village chief, son, let's go home." ”

On the same day, the news about Guo Dalu's incomplete five elements spread throughout Houlong Village, and the villagers sighed for Guo Dalu. It's Brother Hao and other children who don't care about the five elements at all, in their hearts, Guo Dalu is a hero.

However, there is a side effect of this matter, that is, the girls who originally came to the matchmaking no longer come to the door - no one wants to marry a good daughter to a person with incomplete elements. It's one thing to thank Guo Dalu, but it's another thing to be happy about her daughter's life.

Guo Dalu didn't know what was behind the scenes, he only knew that the family was a lot cleaner, and those old ladies were really not something he could deal with, so they just ended up clean.

Guo Dalu has more important things to do, that is, he once promised to spread the fertilizer accumulation method in the name of yellow pen stickers.

This matter, even if the yellow pen sticker does not come to coerce, Guo Dalu is willing to do it, what he has seen and heard so far, the peasants of the Great Li Dynasty are really bitter, as long as they can help them a little, it is also good.

Guo Dalu didn't know, but his move was in line with the way of heaven, the way of heaven has a spirit, there is a heart for goodness, although the good is not rewarded, if there is a rich man, the mouth says that I want to do good deeds, and then spends sky-high money to send food and clothing to the poor, this is not really a good deed in the eyes of heaven, it is called selling fame and reputation!

So what is the real good deed, then you have to be like Uncle Lei Feng, really help others, take helping others as your happiest thing, do not seek fame or profit, and do it naturally.

What Guo Dalu did really became a living Lei Feng, doing good deeds without leaving a name, and even going further than Lei Feng, not taking photos or writing notes. Except for Heavenly Dao, no one in the world knew that he was doing good deeds.

This is true pure goodness.

Guo Dalu hurriedly found Carpenter Zhou: "Uncle Zhou, do you know how to make paper?"

Carpenter Zhou scratched his head: "Although I have never made paper with my own hands, I know the procedures of papermakers - cutting wood into chips, and putting it in the water with hemp and fishing nets to rot --"

As soon as Guo Dalu heard it, he knew that Carpenter Zhou did know how to make paper, so he hurriedly interrupted: "Uncle Zhou, we don't need to make good snowflake rice paper, as long as we use bamboo and straw to make bamboo paper and straw paper, I thought about it, so I used the waterwheel we built by the stream as a power source, drove the stone mortar, beat the bamboo and straw, and then pulped, made paper, and pressed paper--"

Carpenter Zhou sighed: "Brother Guo, I didn't expect you to know how to make paper, this must have been taught to you by the Fengshen Mountain Yiren who saved you, right?"

Guo Dalu was stunned for a moment, and then understood that his nonsense of being rescued by the aliens of Fengshenshan had already spread, so it was okay, if anything happened in the future, it would be better to blame the aliens.

He nodded: "That's right, Uncle Zhou, can you make such paper?"

Carpenter Zhou said: "I can do it, but the paper is too rough and not suitable for writing." ”

Guo Dalu laughed and said, "This paper is not used to write articles, but for--" He leaned into Carpenter Zhou's ear and whispered.

Carpenter Zhou's eyes were about to widen: "Grandpa Tian! You actually use paper to wipe your buttocks! Guo Dalu, you, you are too cheap paper!"

That's right, Guo Dalu made straw paper, used to wipe his buttocks, he really can't stand to scrape his butt with bamboo chips, in addition to the toilet, Guo Dalu's second major event for the benefit of the people is to make straw paper!

However, in the eyes of Zhou carpenter and others, this paper is used to write articles, the most sacred, the so-called articles through the ages, even with the paper, pen and ink used to write articles are extremely precious things, the real elegant people, there must be good paper inkstone at home, regarded as heirlooms.

But Guo Dalu actually wants to wipe his ass with paper!

Carpenter Zhou was so angry that he blew his beard and glared for a while.

Guo Dalu hurriedly comforted: "Uncle Zhou, don't be angry, our straw paper was originally made of worthless bamboo and straw, and it is not the same as the good rice paper, it is not disrespectful paper to wipe the buttocks, but it is much easier to use than bamboo chips, and it can even be sold for money." ”

Carpenter Zhou was stunned: "Sell for money?"

Guo Dalu nodded heavily: "That's right, sell money, I let Brother Hao'er build the toilet in the bazaar for free for people to use, but using this straw paper, it costs an extra money, and I don't want much, a bundle of straw paper, as long as a penny." ”

Carpenter Zhou looked at the thickness of a bundle of straw paper that Guo Dalu compared: "Such a lot of straw paper, as long as it costs a penny, it is really cost-effective, and there must be many people who are willing to buy it, not only in the toilet, but also at home." ”

In Carpenter Zhou's view, the bamboo on the back mountain and the straw in the field originally did not cost a penny, as for the laborer of paper-making - the countrymen come down from the field and have nothing to do, and there is nothing wrong with making money with a little effort, so a penny and a bundle of straw paper are really good and cheap, and there is no worry about no business.

Carpenter Zhou nodded heavily: "Medium, this business is done." Okay, I'll ask someone to go to the field to cut bamboo, and then look for Li Dayan, if you can clad the iron sheet on the stone mortar, the effect of pulping will be better. ”

After a while, the people in the village soon knew that Guo Dalu was tossing a new trick again -- to make paper, to make paper for wiping the cheeks.

Hao Ge'er was the most enthusiastic, and after waiting for the children to be busy, he first split the chopped bamboo into pieces with a knife, fried and twisted the straw and linen, and then threw it into the stone mortar of the transformed waterwheel.

Driven by the abundant stream, the waterwheel gave the stone mortar an endless stream of power, and the head of the water wheel was up and down, and the bamboo, grass and hemp were smashed, and then the raw materials of the initial formation were moved to the cauldron dug next to it, and the lime was poured into it and steamed together - if it was to make rice paper, it had to be repeatedly steamed and rinsed for more than ten days, but Guo Dalu made straw paper, so it was enough to cook for two or three days.

However, among the many raw materials, Guo Dalu has added a new thing, that is, kiwi vine, he once saw an interview on TV about making traditional paper, mentioning that the juice of kiwi vine is used to make paper has an excellent effect, and there are many kiwi fruit on the back mountain of Houlong Village, and a large number of vine branches can be cut at will.