80s Taoism

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Zhang Jiaohua walked around the street several times, but he didn't think of a way to get rich quickly. Sailors are not omnipotent. Now everyone regards Meishan magic as a feudal superstition, even if Zhang Jiaohua wants to make money from it, it is not easy.

Besides, Zhang Jiaohua is too young. There are also many people in the countryside who are looking for immortals and asking for their fate. Baxian Bridge in Gezhuping Town heard that there was a fairy girl. Someone in Meizitang asked the fairy, and heard that this fairy is really powerful, and whoever passes by, as long as she announces her name and date of birth, she can go to the underworld to call out that person's deceased relatives. That's right. I heard that the incense is very prosperous. The fairy lady's man set up a small stall outside, selling paper money, incense, candles and other offerings. The selling price is naturally different from the outside price. Buying an offering from him is equivalent to getting a ticket. There is no need to spend a penny to ask Xianniang some secrets. But ordinary people would always give Xianniang a red envelope after asking questions.

Zhang Jiaohua naturally understood what was going on with this kind of thing. This is not a fairy, it's just overcast. A Meishanshui master with a high level of Taoism like an old Taoist naturally would not take such a small way in his eyes. And going over the shade will damage your lifespan. According to what Master Mei Shanshui said, he cultivated the right path. Although the navy is a branch of the Taoist sect. But the influence is also quite wide. It is natural to be very disdainful of this kind of stuff that is trying to hurt life yuan to earn some life or death.

Zhang Jiaohua felt quite regretful, he knew that even if he imitated others at home with disheveled hair, rolling all over the floor, knowing if his body trembled, he would attract some dark wind to make the surrounding wind gusts of wind. Not many people will believe it. In short, this way is too unworkable.

It is possible for people to see the house and look for the dragon's acupuncture point. But Meizitang can't repair a few houses all year round. And the entire Meizi'ao Village, throughout the year, is nothing more than a few trivial matters. If Zhang Jiaohua relied on these two items to make money, he probably wouldn't even be able to earn a single candy a day.

"Oh, it's so hard to make money!" Zhang Jiaohua sat on the threshold, looking at the village slowly sinking into the night with some disappointment. The Zhanshan Leopard crawled under Zhang Jiaohua's crotch, and lay down very quietly, its eyes seemed to be closed but not closed.

Liu Qiaoye couldn't help but chuckle, "You little brat looks like Lin Daiyu. Why don't you turn on the TV to watch it? Before you bought a TV, you heard you calling to buy a TV every day. Now that you have bought a TV, you don't like watching it."

"If you don't go to Guangdong, take me with you at home. I don't need a TV set." Zhang Jiaohua said with a pout.

"Why are you talking about this again. Don't you have to go after the Chinese New Year? Darling, my parents went to Guangdong to work for your own good. You see, more and more people in the village are going to work in Guangdong. Guangdong can make money, and there is gold everywhere. It's like picking up. My parents are not lazy, but they stay in Meiziao. They don't even have the money to buy good clothes for the baby. During the Chinese New Year, other people's babies wear new clothes, and ours can only wear patched clothes. In the future, I will wait for the babies to beg for mother-in-law's clothes." Damn, it’s all about a small western-style house. Your aunt Yinxiu’s cousin has been working in Guangdong for a few years, and he’s going home to build a western-style house. When parents earn money, they’ll come back and build a small western-style house.” After Liu Qiaoye knew that Zai Zai knew that his parents were going to work in Guangdong, he was always depressed. My cub is different from other children, because I have encountered too many things, in the past six months, I seem to have become an adult all of a sudden. She felt a little distressed.

"Mother, Jinwowo, Yinwowo, it's not as good as my dog's kennel. I don't think my family is poor, and I'm not afraid of hardship. I just want you not to leave me alone at home like a child without parents. Others' motherless children are like grass. Why do I still look like grass with a mother?" Zhang Jiaohua said in a low voice. In the end, his voice was almost inaudible.

Liu Qiaoye didn't speak anymore, and hugged Zai Zai, the tears in his eyes were already gushing out like the stream in Blue Snake Creek.

The night in Meiziao is like water, and the night in the mountain village is like a song. Chen epilepsy from the opposite gate mountain sang an epilepsy song on the col again.

"I've been singing the crazy pot (song) all my life, and I saw the rock shell rolling uphill! Loach eyes dripping from the tops of maple trees, and magpie nests in muddy fields. Rakes are driven by cattle on the shoulders, and hoes and rakes are picked up by rice fans. Corn is washed on the rapid water beach! The rake is set up and dragged up!..."

Chen epilepsy was called an epilepsy all his life by the people in Meiziao. I don't know if anyone still remembers his name. If it weren't for the nickname Chen Epilepsy with a surname, I'm afraid no one would really know who he is.

Of course no one in Zhang Jiaohua's life knew the story of Epilepsy Chen, but everyone knew that this epilepsy could sing. Meishan's folk songs would not be sung without him. Now Epilepsy Chen seldom sings. I don't know what happened tonight, but he ran to the mountain to sing again.

"Mother, this epilepsy Chen's singing is quite nice." Zhang Jiaohua was finally distracted by epilepsy Chen's singing.

"Yeah. Epilepsy Chen only sang well when he was young." Liu Qiaoye laughed.

"Then why did he become a madman?" Zhang Jiaohua asked in bewilderment.

"He has been insane for many years, and I don't know why he is insane. Maybe the people in Duomen Mountain must know." Liu Qiaoye shook his head.

"Then he's crazy, how can he still sing?" Zhang Jiaohua's curiosity was aroused all of a sudden.

Zhang Youping came back from the outside with a pair of bare feet, carrying a hoe.

"It's getting dark, why are you still sitting on the threshold?"

"You son listened to Chen Dianzi singing folk songs. You kept asking me questions. Break through the casserole and ask the end. You son, go ask your father. Your father must know about Chen Dianzi." Liu Qiaoye quickly handed over the problem to the man.

Zhang Youping put the hoe at the back of the house, then walked over and hugged Zai Zai, "Come on, your father's folk songs are really good. It's much better than Chen Duzi's. Back then, my father married mother back just by singing a folk song."

"The sun goes down and down again, and I wash the rice in Shau Kei and rub it with my hands. I want to leave my husband for dinner, and the sieve closes the door and the eyes are too many..."

People in the mountains are all good at singing, but they can't sing a few lines, so I'm really embarrassed to go out. You can't get in even if you marry a wife.

"Daddy, my master also taught me how to sing. Let me sing it for you, okay?"

Zhang Youping laughed, and shouted towards the back room, "Mother, come and listen quickly. Zai Zai is going to sing a folk song for me."

Liu Qiaoye came out with a giggle.

Zhang Jiaohua cleared her throat and sang very seriously:

To sing, one must know the scriptures of the song, and to know the deep roots of the branches and leaves,

The person who sings is originally surnamed Zhang, and the person who memorizes the song is surnamed Zhang.

Immortal surnamed Zhang picks the song book, and the patting is full of burdens.

Singing all the way along the way, the singing sound penetrated seven inches deep into the earth.

Take a boat across the river at the ferry, throw a basket of floating river heart,

Lu Ban and Zhang Liang came to pick it up, and they carried it up to Cangshan Mountain.

On July 7th, the yellow wind blew, blowing loose songbooks all over the sky.

Watch Niu Yazi pick up a book, ride on the back of a cow and sing three springs;

Monks and Taoists pick up a copy, and the altar acts as a flower-scattering figure;

Witches and gods pick up a copy, and do divination and divination;

The farmer in the field picked up a book and sang songs in four seasons to encourage spring;

I picked up a copy and hung it on the Internet for the fish to listen to;

The woodcutter picks up a copy, and the flowers and trees know the sound of birds.

In the years of Longhan, there was a song meeting, and in the year of Ziwu, a karaoke hall was built.

The book of songs is three thousand and seven hundred, and the number of songs is eighty-seven thousand,

Red, yellow and blue are passed on to later generations, and Huang Ben's love song is the first line.