Worry-free: "When the water is still, it will be bright, and when the mind is still, it will be spiritual. All things can be contented by observing them quietly. When your mind is calm to a certain level, you can see the changes in the information. Information is actually the fluctuation of the mind. You need to digest this starlight first.

Bar."

"I can't keep up with the trip again. Well, one step at a time." Yan Zixiu lamented and put the golden starlight between his eyebrows for digestion. It took a while before the digestion was completed. The overall feeling is that the Qi Watching Technique

Have known it since childhood.

Wuyou: "Go back, we have to get up early tomorrow."

Yan Zixiu returned to reality, and the moon stone was still shining quietly. He looked at his watch, it was seven thirty-five in the evening. It took him so long in the immortal mansion, but it only lasted five minutes in the real world. When he was ready to go to bed, the thought came to him.

The moonstone began to dim. What a good thing.

There was no talking all night, and it was a direct train until dawn. Yan Zixiu looked at the time, it was six in the morning, half an hour earlier than yesterday, and he felt refreshed and not sleepy. He sighed with emotion that it was still of high quality.

Sleep is nourishing, and I get up to wash up. My mother also gets up early and is sweeping the yard again.

After Yan Zixiu finished washing, he was in the mood to take a look in the mirror this time. He couldn't help but be surprised, as if he didn't recognize himself all of a sudden: in the mirror, he saw a handsome young man with a smooth face and a very energetic young man. No wonder everyone

Everyone said that my complexion was good, but it turned out that my complexion had really changed a lot. He couldn't help but wonder: Wangqi Jue! He saw golden light and silvery white light emitting from the top of his head, about three or four inches in area, and there was also a hint of gray.

Light. According to what is said in Wang Qi Jue, golden light is associated with Buddhism, white light is associated with immortality, and gray light is a mixture of good and evil. It is estimated that he was gray before he met the Medicine Master Immortal Mansion. He looked at his mother's head again and saw that it was light.

There was a faint golden light in the gray. Could it be that my mother also had a connection with Buddhism, but she just didn't have the opportunity? He also thought about his little knowledge of Buddhism in the past, which he also knew from listening to his mother's story about Journey to the West when he was a child. He understood something in his heart, and told the story

Listening to stories is also a kind of fate.

It’s better to stop thinking about it. He has to go back to work in a hurry. After all, if he walks to Guan Road and waits for the bus, it will take more than an hour at the fastest to reach the countryside. He said hello to his mother, picked up his bag and left.

Went out. The so-called leather bags are actually made of artificial leather.

About a mile out of the village, there was no one around. Wuyou asked, "Are you going to walk there like this?"

Yan Zixiu: "Yes, let's walk, and then try our luck to take a bus."

Wuyou: "It's better to ride a bicycle."

Yan Zixiu: "I have a bicycle, but it's in the countryside."

Wuyou: "The treasure list includes 1 small machine of your choice. How about ordering a bicycle from Tiangong City? What brand do you like?"

Yan Zixiu: "That's what you mean by self-selected. It's a Feige brand, it's easy to ride." Suddenly a bicycle stopped in front of him, shiny new. It was indeed a Feige brand, with all bells and locks.

Yan Zixiu: "Brother, keep them all, new ones are easy to be stolen."

Wuyou: "Don't worry, I will send it back no matter how hard you steal it."

Yan Zixiu: "You are awesome!" He hung his leather bag on the handlebars and tried riding on it. Only then did he realize that the bicycles he rode before were all rubbish. They were produced by Tiangong, and their honor was guaranteed! He happily just rode to Jiazhuangxi

Head, a cyclist also came from the south. At first glance, wasn’t this Uncle Wu?

The fifth uncle, Yan Ting, was not tall, had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and was a kind man. He had always been on good terms with Yan Zixiu. When the fifth uncle first got married, he had no children, so he asked Yan Zixiu's sister Yan Ziying to be his daughter. Later, they had children.

, returned Ziying back. But her sister continued to visit Uncle Wu’s father every year. One Spring Festival, Yan Zixiu and his sister went to visit Uncle Wu’s relatives to give away steamed buns. They were almost at the door, Yan

Zixiu thought that he would send the basket of steamed buns first, and maybe his fifth uncle would give him some lucky money. But in the end, his fifth uncle only gave his sister two cents as a lucky gift, and Yan Zixiu was very disappointed. When he grew up, he would smile when he recalled these things.

However, it is estimated that Uncle Wu had no money back then even if he wanted to give. Uncle Wu has two sons and a daughter, and his life is still tight now.

Yan Zixiu braked quickly and shouted: "Uncle Wu!" He got out of the car and waited.

Uncle Wu rode over and got out of the car: "Zixiu, why are you back? Hey, you look so good."

It came again, and Yan Zixiu had no choice but to talk in a routine and asked: "Uncle Wu, what are you doing?"

"This..." Uncle Wu stopped talking.

Wangqi Jue! Yan Zixiu took a look and saw that the fifth uncle's head was mainly gray and white, with some vague shapes of money jumping around. "Fifth uncle, have you encountered any difficulties? Tell me."

"Here, this is not the old house. It's really unlivable. We need to renovate the house. We still need some money. I'll go to Jiazhuang to grind some money." In the countryside, borrowed money is called grinding, because grinding means turnover.

Yan Zixiu hoped that the Qi Jue was not bad, and it was indeed related to money: "How much more is missing?"

"About four hundred."

Four hundred yuan is quite a lot. Judging from Uncle Wu’s confidence, it is probably difficult to borrow it. Without saying anything, Yan Zixiu took out five one-hundred-dollar bills from his wallet and said, “Uncle Wu, you can use them first.”

"I won't be able to repay you for a while." Uncle Wu's eyes were slightly watery, five hundred is not a small number.

"No need to pay it back." Yan Zixiu waved his hand and said, feeling so generous. "By the way, Fifth Uncle, if you are free, go to my uncle's house today to see the corn thresher. If you are interested, I can help.

You can get a batch of them on credit. You know a lot of people in Nanxiang, and you can get some activity money by selling them. Also, you can give these Shuiling Pears to my grandma. I have to rush to work, so I'm leaving."

Fifth Uncle: "You..."

Yan Zixiu has already passed away.

The autumn air was crisp, and he was driving all the way. He was in a good mood. Everything he looked at looked like a painting. It took him only half an hour to arrive at Liyuanji. Because it was almost eight o'clock, Yan Zixiu didn't get out of the car when he saw acquaintances, and briefly greeted them one by one.

Ding ding ding ding, riding the bicycle into the rural compound.

He locked the car and took his leather bag to go to the supervisor, Deputy Township Chief Wang, to sell his leave. The conditions in the township are limited now, and everyone has a living room and an office.

"Mr. Wang, I'm back," Yan Zixiu said. The deputy mayor's subtitle is usually not used.

"Xiao Yan, why are you back early?" Deputy Township Chief Wang is of medium build, thin, with sparse hair and big eyes. "Hey, you look good."

"I met a brilliant Chinese medicine doctor who helped me with my treatment. So I canceled my leave in advance." Yan Zixiu said this so loudly that he almost lost his temper.

"Oh, okay, okay. Now that you're back, you can go to Gulou Village to see the progress of the autumn harvest."

"Okay. You can try the pears I brought from home."

"Okay, leave it there." Deputy Township Head Wang waved his hand.

Yan Zixiu returned to his apartment, opened the door, put down his purse, took two bowls and a pair of chopsticks and went to the kitchen: "Uncle Zhang, is there any food?" Everyone should have eaten by this point, but usually they would leave some extra.

, because some township cadres may have something wrong and are not sure.

"Xiao Yan is back? There is still food." Master Zhang is a skinny old man with gray hair who is kind to everyone. Yan Zixiu likes him very much.

Master Zhang prepared the food and handed it over: "Hey, Xiao Yan, you look good?"

"I met a brilliant Chinese medicine doctor who helped me get well." Everyone is concerned, so just repeat it. Yan Zixiu repeated his words again. After finishing the meal, Feng Zhuan Can Yun washed the dishes and chopsticks and said, "Uncle Zhang, can you help me?"

I'm looking for a cloth bag to use when I go to the countryside. I'll give you this pear to try."

"Okay, I'll give you the bag. Slow down on the road."

After dinner, Yan Zixiu did not go directly to the countryside. Instead, he went to the office and prepared to make a few phone calls. The director of the office, Lao Meng, was an old-fashioned man and was serious in speech. But he generally ignored the phone calls because there were almost no people below the county level.

It's a private phone. So very few people use the phone for personal matters. After giving him a pear, Lao Meng looked at the newspaper without raising his head. Yan Zixiu shook the crank of the phone a few times and called the rural post and telecommunications office switchboard. That's the switchboard.

It was those young girls who were on duty back and forth. Everyone was familiar with them, and they knew who they were as soon as they heard their voices.

"Hey, Fengying, can you help me pick up the county switchboard? County switchboard? Please help me pick up Linhe Winery. Linhe Winery? Please help me pick up Director Yan. Yes, I am his son. Da, I am Zi

Hugh, I just want to tell you that I met a brilliant Chinese medicine doctor and my body was cured. Yes, I told my mother about it when I got home. In addition, my classmate lent me a corn thresher, and I finished shelling all the corn at home.

.Yes. I just want to reassure you. Okay, goodbye." Yan Zixiu knew that his father was a man of few words, so he didn't say anything.

Old-fashioned telephones have a rocker handle. You can see them in previous movies. They existed in the 1930s and 1940s. They are still in use now in the 1990s. In the past, all production brigades had telephones, but now they are gone.

Therefore, it is very inconvenient to communicate. You have to go in person to get up and down. If you want to make long distance calls to other places, it is even more troublesome and you need to make an appointment.

He put down the phone, waited for the ringback sound, and asked for the switchboard again: "Fengying, could you please ask for the county switchboard again? County switchboard? Please call the Red Star Machinery Factory. Machinery Factory? Please call Director Zhu. Brother Zhu.

Yes? My name is Yan Zixiu. Yes, I met the regional commissioner Wu Daguang yesterday. Commissioner Wu, yes. He is very interested in corn threshers and said that he would arrange for the regional supply and marketing cooperative to order 20,000 units. Yes, here you go.

The purpose of the call is to ask you to make a reservation in advance. Okay, yes, let's talk about the money later." Director Meng heard Yan Zixiu mention the district commissioner Wu and raised his head in surprise, as if he wanted to ask something, but

He didn't speak again. Yan Zixiu didn't explain either. He planned to call Commissioner Wu again to talk about Shui Lingli, but he hesitated and gave up. He said hello to Director Meng and left.

Gulou Village is located south and east of Liyuanji. There are two roads that can reach it. One is a pure dirt road, which is relatively close. The other is farther, half of which is an official road. Yan Zixiu rode his bike on the official road, heading south all the way to the river.

When he reached the bay, he did not go directly to the bottom of the river, but crossed the bridge to Xiaozhuang Village on the opposite side. There was a Hu's small restaurant on Guanguan Road, and the owner was a black-faced old Hu. Yan Zixiu sometimes went to the countryside and back and forth and couldn't catch up with the meal.

, often eat here, so they are very familiar with each other. He first placed 101 threshing machines in the open space next to Lao Hu's restaurant, and then walked into the restaurant carrying a leather bag and a cloth bag: "Lao Hu."


Chapter completed!