"Who?" This sentence made me stunned for a moment. I didn't react at the time. When the girl saw it, she was also stunned. Then she covered her mouth and said to me: "Haha, don't you think I am the one you are looking for?"
People! My father went to the mountains to collect herbs and hasn’t come back yet. For the sake of this hundred yuan, I will let you wait here while I pour you some tea!"
The girl said and ran into the house with a smile. Then she brought out a wooden square table and made me a pot of tea using an old-fashioned thermos with an iron ring on the outside, while pouring the cup in her hand.
At the same time, he asked me: "By the way, what does the treasure-holding man you just mentioned do?"
"Don't you know?" As soon as these words came out, I became even more doubtful.
"How should I put it? It's not like I don't know anything about it. It's just that my father won't let me ask about it and he never mentioned it. However, people who have heard about it say that my father seems to be very powerful, saying that there are some things that no one can match.
As for what his abilities are, I don’t know exactly what they are. Hey, don’t you know? Tell me about it.”
The girl said with a curious look on her face, but she felt so awkward hearing this. Only a few people knew about their family's craftsmanship, and now she came to ask me, a layman with only a little knowledge, how to think about it.
I thought this was a bit unreliable. Thinking of this, I picked up the tea cup and said with a smile, "I can tell you, it only costs a hundred yuan."
"What? Why don't you go and grab it!" The girl said and suddenly became nervous. The way she covered her pockets for fear of being snatched by others made me almost laugh. Don't ask, this is also a master who loves money as much as his life.
Son, while teasing her, heard someone talking in the nearby woods. He turned around and soon saw Da Niu and Xiao Pang walking over from the mountains accompanied by a gray-haired uncle.
This man should be around fifty years old. He is wearing coarse cloth clothes with his sleeves rolled up. Half of his strong and strong arms are exposed from the cuffs. His muscle lines are clearly visible. Look at the pair of cloth shoes, which have been stepped on for a long time.
On the small road, he was still stable. It is estimated that even if he is not a practitioner with some kung fu, his skills will not be much worse.
However, compared to this sturdy body, the other person's old face is really a little more weathered. His hair is already gray, but it's actually more white. The wrinkles between his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes are like knives, criss-crossing.
It's very deep. Judging from his facial features, he has a bit of a heroic spirit. I guess he was also a handsome guy with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes when he was young.
Judging from his attire, he looked more like a medicine farmer. When he got closer and shook hands with the other person, he smelled a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine.
This person looked quite cool, but he spoke in a friendly manner. He briefly told the other person about what I had encountered before and the reason for our visit. The other person was not surprised when he heard this, and he took out a dustpan and wiped the dust behind his back.
A bunch of small gray-brown balls in the bamboo basket were poured in, and he said to me: "Are you a disciple of Maoshan?"
"Yes." I nodded and said.
"Since we are Maoshan disciples, why do we have to meddle in such nosy business? We are not the same as them." The other party said, raising his eyelids and looking at me, as if he didn't understand my intention. I cried and laughed.
For a moment, I didn’t explain too much. I just used the excuse of "people are in the world and can’t help themselves" and pushed the topic back. What I wanted to express was actually very simple. I just hope that he can use his own methods.
Give us some pointers, give us some help.
After hearing my request, the other party remained silent, as if he hadn't heard anything, and didn't express his position for a long time. This made me a little embarrassed, but I was also embarrassed to push too hard, so I sat aside and started chatting with him.
After detailed questioning, I found out that the uncle's surname was Zhang, and he was directly related to the old man from the mountain. After all, I didn't know how many generations he was the grandson of the old man.
The Zhang family was a well-known craftsman in the old society in the world. When it comes to understanding of holding treasures, few people can compare with them. However, everything has two sides, and the rules of holding treasures are quite strict.
This kind of family with a tradition of craftsmanship also has its own rules.
In today's terms, this family member is one of the more miserable ones, because the ancestors felt that although the treasures were obtained without an owner, in the final analysis they were all ill-gotten gains. This kind of special use
It is inappropriate to use the method of picking up bargains out of thin air.
In order to accumulate some merits during one's lifetime, the elders of the family stipulated that disciples and grandsons should use ten percent of the money gained from holding back treasures to do good deeds, build bridges and pave roads, worship monks, or open schools.
The porridge shop helps the poor and so on.
After going back and forth, most of the income was used to do good deeds. In addition, holding back treasures is inherently risky and difficult. Many people can only hold it back once or twice in their lives. Others, as a master,
He died before he could win, so most of the treasure-holding people had a hard time.
Gradually, this craft was gradually lost.
The person I was talking to used to be a leader in this field. In the world, people called him Mr. Zhang. Mr. Zhang said that when he was young, he followed the elders in his family and traveled around.
I have done some great things, I have also done some wrong things, I have experienced glory and failure. Along the way, I have seen through the glory and wealth. It is also to avoid enemies, so I hid in the mountains to find peace. However, I did not expect that today, I will still be invited by us.
Come out of the mountain.
"You don't have to go, if you really don't want to." Seeing the other party's miserable look, I said with a smile.
"How can you not listen to what our ancestors said?" the other party said, made me a cup of tea, and then said to me: "I heard that my ancestor once saw an immortal who gave him divination.
The Six Feng Shen Gua has been used as a guide. Over the years, everyone in the family has regarded it as a guide and dare not hesitate. Now, it should be the last hurdle. Whether the fate of my Zhang family can be continued depends on this.
times of creation.”
Brother Zhang said, smiled bitterly, then looked at the sun on the horizon and said to me: "To be honest, before you came, I knew that this day would come, but I didn't expect that after waiting for so long, it would be this time.
, let me pack up my things, leave my daughter to someone else, and then go on a trip with you, do you think that's okay?"
After he finished speaking, he looked at me and then at the girl sitting aside. When the girl saw him, she pulled his sleeve to please him and said, "Dad, don't bother me. I'm already grown up. Just take me."