80s Taoism

"How's it going here?" Standing on Heiyan Ridge, Zhang Jiaohua shouted against the wind.

"It's beautiful! If only I could live in such a beautiful place forever!" Ji Jiaxin also shouted.

Heiyanling is the highest mountain near Meiziao. Standing on Heiyanling, you can overlook the beautiful scenery of Meiziao. With the rolling green tea plantations, the picturesque pastoral scenery, and the fresh air, you can feel relaxed and happy standing here. How not to yearn for?

"Human beings always think that what they can't see is the most beautiful. You said that everyone is desperately exploring the universe, thinking that the most beautiful picture is hidden in the depths of the universe. Technology is getting more and more advanced, but I didn't expect to be farther and farther away from my heart. I can satisfy my needs with enough food and clothing, and I can let go of everything to pursue happiness. But now, everyone has material demands that can never be satisfied. Everyone is very tired. Why don't they know that sitting on the top of this mountain, whether you have money or not, you can see the most beautiful scenery." Ji Jia also doesn't know. Xin was very emotional, but she still told Zhang Jiaohua. She kept yelling into the wilderness. The sound was instantly blown away by the wind.

Facing the wind, Zhang Jiaohua closed his eyes and shouted loudly: "I don't know either. I just know that I am very happy now and can let go of everything."

The two were crazy, standing on the top of the mountain and yelling all the time. When the sun is about to set and the sky is full of red clouds, the afterglow reflects Meiziao in the dreamlike scenery, and then walks along the winding path to Meizitang.

"Zhang Jiaohua, I will remember today." Ji Jiaxin looked at Zhang Jiaohua, not like she was nine years old. Two boys and girls in their late teens, their gazes lingering in the sunset.

Before he came out of Meishan, Zhang Jiaohua found the mute hiding in the woods.

"Mute. Why are you hiding there?" Zhang Jiaohua called out.

The mute came out of the bushes coyly: "I saw that it was getting dark, and I was afraid that you would forget the time. I came here specially to pick you up. I was afraid of disturbing you."

The meaning of dumb is naturally obvious, Zhang Jiaohua smiled.

Ji Jiaxin also smiled. If it was Xu Xiaoting, she might be blushed by the mute's words. Ji Jiaxin smiled generously, and changed the subject very naturally: "A beggar, he can talk, why do you call him dumb?"

"His ears weren't very good when he was a child, and he stuttered. Later, his ears got better and his stuttering gradually improved. But everyone has gotten used to calling him by this name." Zhang Jiaohua said with a smile.

"I'm used to it. You're the only one who got used to it. Now everyone calls me Zhang Gengban. You still call me dumb." The mute muttered.

"That's fine, I'll change my words in the future. But I don't know if I can change it." Zhang Jiaohua chuckled.

"I know." The mute didn't have much hope for Zhang Jiaohua to change his words. Anyway, he is used to this nickname. Sometimes I can hear a little warmth.

"Gengban, you want to be a professional player in the future. This name is not loud enough, it's a bit too rustic. How about I give you a good name?" Zhang Jiaohua asked.

"Forget it. Just this name is fine. If you give me Ahuang Ahua, I will feel even more uncomfortable." The mute couldn't help but chuckle when he mentioned the flowery word.

Ji Jiaxin obviously understood the meaning of the word "flower" and giggled.

"Mute!" Zhang Jiaohua's voice raised several decibels.

"Beautiful, I'm really not laughing at you." The mute hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Dumb, don't pretend to be honest. I don't know you yet? You're the most cunning!" Zhang Jiaohua has become accustomed to his name with "flower". If I really change my name, I won't get used to it. Just laugh when others laugh, he doesn't care anyway. If he was a child, he would have already pushed the mute to the ground by this time and beat him up.

Just as several people left Meishan to go to Zhang Jiaohua's house, folk songs rang out from the mountain.

"Folk songs are easy to sing but hard to sing, red bayberries are delicious and trees are hard to plant; white rice is delicious but it's hard to grow fields, and fresh fish is delicious and hard to open nets..."

Zhang Jiaohua glanced at Heiyanling, and said with a smile: "This crazy Chen, why didn't you see him when you first came down?"

"Is this person from Meizi'ao, too? This song is beautiful." Ji Jiaxin asked.

"That's right. He is from our village. He is the best at singing folk songs. Otherwise, he could have tricked the college students who came to our village to jump in the queue?" said the mute.

"This person is so powerful. Huh? Can you hear the singing on the top so clearly from below?" Ji Jiaxin suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Today, she and Zhang Jiaohua shouted all day on the mountain. I thought no one else would hear it. Who knew that at the foot of the mountain, they could still hear the shouts on the top of the mountain clearly.

"That's right. Heiyan Ridge is the highest mountain near Meiziao. Standing on it, you can hear the whole Meiziao." Zhang Jiaohua couldn't help laughing.

"Ah! Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Ji Jiaxin broke down a little bit, and secretly rejoiced in her heart. Fortunately, there were some more embarrassing words that she didn't say out loud, otherwise things would have exploded.

When Zhang Jiaohua returned to the village, Zhang Manyin was grinding beans with the stone mill that was still kept at home.

"Grandpa, why do you use this old stone mill to grind beans? Isn't there an electric mill?" Zhang Jiaohua asked puzzled.

"You don't know. The soy milk made by this old stone mill should be finer and more even. Machines can't keep up with manual work. You haven't eaten Meizi'ao's tofu for a long time. Enzhong's tofu is completely made by electric grinding now. He has completely ruined the craftsmanship passed down from his father. The tofu he makes has long lost the original taste. You used to like fried tofu the most. I finally came back once. Grandpa will make handmade tofu for you. You can fry fried tofu tomorrow. It's guaranteed to be delicious." Zhang Manyin While pushing the mill away, beans are added into the mill holes, and the milky white soybean milk is squeezed out from the gap of the stone mill.

Zhang Jiaohua walked over: "Grandpa, take a break, let me try."

Zhang Manyin smiled: "Yes. See if you still remember how to grind the mill."

Zhang Manyin stepped aside, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one, put it down under his nose and smelled it, but did not light the cigarette.

"Why don't you smoke?" Zhang Jiaohua laughed.

"Xiao Ji is here. Anyway, I'm not a heavy smoker now. If I can smoke less, try to smoke as little as possible. This thing is harmful to the body. I understand all these reasons." Zhang Manyin put the cigarettes back into the box, then closed the cigarette box and put it back in the bag.

"Grandpa, if you really can't help it, you can smoke. But you should smoke less, it will endanger your health." Ji Jiaxin said quickly.

"I listened to Xiao Ji, quit smoking from today." Zhang Manyin chuckled. I don't know if he is serious.