Rebirth of the Wild Age

A bus was driving in the southwest mountainous area, and there were nearly ten men and women sitting in the bus.

Peng Shengli, who used to secretly eat cold steamed buns on the roof of the dormitory, has already become a successful person. They came out to play, everyone was dressed casually, only Peng Shengli was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, as if he was going to a business negotiation.

In Ding Ming's words, a suit is a suit for work, a suit for a vacation, a suit for a date, and a suit for travel. Lao Peng only sleeps in a suit.

Perhaps this is a kind of compensation for the bad boyhood. During the drinking and dinner last night, facing the ridicule of old friends, Peng Shengli said through the strength of alcohol: "When I was young, there was not even a TV in the village. For the first time, I When I saw a suit, it was worn by a teacher who came to the village to teach. I felt so energetic at the time, and I dreamed of having one. But I didn’t buy my first suit until I graduated from college and was dragged by Lao Ding to work at Sogou. Psychology It doesn’t matter whether it’s compensation or showing off, anyway, I think wearing a suit is very handsome, and the whole person is full of strength.”

Zhou Zhengyu's mouth was still so bad, he laughed and said, "The insurance sellers think so too."

Peng Shengli smiled and didn't answer, but his wife sat next to him and gave Zhou Zhengyu a rather dissatisfied look.

Yes, Peng Shengli is married. His wife is from his hometown. They are in the neighboring village. They have known each other since they were in junior high school. They are currently working as teachers in a certain elementary school in Beijing. They fumbled for the certificate last year, and no one notified them. They only reissued it once when they returned to their hometown during the Chinese New Year, and invited relatives and neighbors in their respective villages to have a wedding banquet.

Li Yaolin also brought his wife this time, and threw the child to his parents. The main purpose was to catch up with old friends, not to come back to attend the centennial celebration.

Ding Ming's doctoral girlfriend has been officially promoted to a wife. She is currently staying in the capital with a big belly and is being taken care of by his mother-in-law. One is the busy president of the company, and the other is a schoolmaster who only has cells in his eyes. It looks like he is too lazy to hold a wedding and plans to go on honeymoon and get married after the child is weaned.

At this time, several women were chatting together in the car.

Lin Zhuoyun unexpectedly shared a common language with Peng Shengli's wife, and both were interested in literature. In comparison, Li Yaolin's wife always talks about trivial matters and likes to gossip about colleagues in the unit, which really makes Lin Zhuoyun not interested. In order to avoid neglecting the other party, Lin Zhuoyun deliberately mentioned the issue of children's education. Li Yaolin's wife and Lin Zhuoyun matched brain waves and began to discuss how to correct the children's mistakes.

The singing video was fermented on the Internet. Although the topic was extremely hot, Lin Zhuoyun hadn't been exposed much. Because the official video of Fudan School of Social and Political Science was not uploaded to the Internet at all, and all the blurred versions were taken by students with their mobile phones.

Lin Zhuoyun was finally recognized when some students uploaded close-up photos.

An Internet writer under the banyan tree was very surprised to post on the Tianya forum, and also linked to the photo in the student's biography, and posted a few group photos, saying: "It's unbelievable that I actually know Song Weiyang's wife—there is a photo As proof. These group photos were taken at an offline gathering of the writers under the banyan tree. At that time, no one knew her real identity. They only knew that she was the editor-in-chief of the magazine under the banyan tree, and she was a well-known website under the banyan tree The patriarchal author of..."

Then Lin Zhuoyun's cell phone was exploded, and many authors, including Ning Caishen and Lu Jinbo, called her one after another to ask her for confirmation. Ning Caishen even became suspicious, and asked the author of "Three-Body Problem", Zenith Starman, if it was Song Weiyang, and when the update would resume!

Immediately afterwards, people kept visiting the magazine, wanting to seek business cooperation with Lin Zhuoyun, which annoyed Lin Zhuoyun so much that he came to travel with Song Weiyang.

"Is it almost there?" Ding Ming asked while looking at the mountain.

An old farmer driving a donkey cart happened to be coming towards him. Song Weiyang stopped the driver, stuck his head out of the car window and asked, "My fellow, how do I get to Shanshenmiao Village?"

"Whoa! Whoa!"

The old farmer pulled the reins and braked, and replied with a strong dialect accent: "There are still more than ten or twenty miles ahead, and we have been walking along the county road. When we get to the town, we will take the machine farming road to Bamen Village. After passing Bamen Village, we will go up the mountain. Mountain Temple Village."

"Thanks, fellow," Song Weiyang threw out a cigarette, "Continue!"

The old farmer is like a martial arts master receiving darts, reaching for cigarettes with incomparable precision. He glanced at the trademark on the filter tip and found that he didn't recognize the brand, so he conveniently put the cigarette behind his ear and started the donkey cart with a whip: "Drink... drink!"

The bus continued to move forward, and the friends from the city seemed to be very interested in the donkey cart as a means of transportation, and chattered about it.

After leaving the county road, the bumpy machine farm road almost shook the bus over. This is not a big deal, the broken machine farming road can only reach Bamen Village, and there is only a small road up the mountain if you continue to move forward, and everyone must abandon their cars and walk.

Shanshenmiao Village is where Nie Daxian lives now.

The mountain temple is the orthodox temple of Abbot Nie Daxian.

The mountain road here is not steep, and there is even a roadbed two or three meters wide.

This roadbed was built during the land reform in the 1950s. The government guided the villagers to clear up wasteland, and expanded the two-foot-wide mountain road into a two-meter-wide dirt road. It's a pity that Shanshenmiao Village is so remote that there are almost no motor vehicles coming in and out. After a few decades, only the roadbed remains, with weeds growing on both sides, and only a trail in the middle is exposed.

After walking for more than 40 minutes in the mountains, they suddenly heard a sound coming from the front.

Turning around the col, I saw men and women working hard to build the road under the scorching sun. Weeds and trees on the side of the road have been cleared away, and the collapsed places are paved with stones. The women squatted down to spread the crushed stones on the road.

Zhou Zhengyu went over with a bottle of Coca-Cola and asked, "My fellow, is the Shanshen Temple Village ahead?"

"Right." A man with a sledgehammer nodded.

Zhou Zhengyu asked again: "Then do you know Nie Jun? He is a Taoist priest."

The man suddenly grinned: "Teacher Nie's friend, he has classes in the village. You follow the stone mover back, and you can reach the village in forty or fifty minutes."

What the hell is Teacher Nie?

A few villagers came over with a wheelbarrow, unloaded the gravel from the cart, and then turned back to the village. Song Weiyang and the others hurriedly followed.

In various conversations along the way, these villagers all praised Teacher Nie as a good person, but they couldn't explain why a Taoist priest became a teacher.

The little friends' legs were weak, and they finally came to the village.

In fact, all the way here belongs to the boundary of Shanshenmiao Village. The so-called "village" is where the village committee is located. The terrain is flatter, so the farmers living there are denser.

"Fuck, what a big temple!" Li Yaolin exclaimed in surprise.

It is indeed quite big, in this deep mountain, there is actually a majestic temple.

The temple gate is built with high-quality stone materials, and the three characters "Mountain Temple" can be vaguely seen. The wall is more than two meters high, but many places have collapsed, and the inside and outside of the wall have even been reclaimed into vegetable fields, where summer vegetables such as cucumbers are grown.

Before entering the temple, you can hear the sound of reading aloud.

There are two ceremonial gates and four pillars.

On the two pillars of the first gate, there are signs such as "Village Committee of Shanshenmiao Village". There are couplets hanging on the two pillars of the second gate. The upper couplet says: Chase tigers and wolves three thousand miles away, and the second couplet says: Closely protect millions of people's families.

This couplet is engraved on two nanmu boards, and the gold paint has been weathered and mottled. When you get closer, you can still see various children's graffiti, such as "Wang Chao is a big fool" under the word "Three Thousand Miles"; Steaming shit and a stickman pissing on shit.

The side halls on both sides of the Yimen Gate are used as village committee offices, accounting offices, etc.

Passing through the Yimen Gate, you will immediately see a flagpole with the five-star red flag fluttering in the wind.

The main hall dedicated to the mountain god was directly converted into a classroom, and there was a sign at the door——Shanshenmiao Village Primary School.

Song Weiyang stepped on the stone steps to the front of the hall, only to see that the main statue of the main hall was still there, staring angrily at the front. There should be other statues on both sides, but they have been removed long ago, leaving only a few stone foundations left there.

There are several rows of desks in the hall, and there is a blackboard on each side wall.

Nie Jun, with a shaggy beard, a bun, wearing a T-shirt, a pair of shorts, and slippers, was standing in front of the blackboard on the left teaching Chinese. The students in the rows on the right were doing math homework with their backs to Nie Jun.

Sensing someone approaching the door, Nie Jun turned his head to look, and immediately smiled and said to the students: "Copy the new words taught today 10 times."

The students were not surprised either. Some children copied the new characters seriously, while some looked curiously at the visitors.

"Why are you here?" Nie Jun stepped on his slippers and came out.

Zhou Zhengyu threw the Coke in his hand over and asked, "Didn't you say you were a Taoist priest? Why did you come to be a rural teacher?"

"Catch the ducks to the shelves." Nie Jun smiled wryly.

It turned out that according to Nie Jun's investigation and research, this mountain temple was built in the middle of the Qing Dynasty.

The ancestors of the villagers were all subordinates of Li Dingguo, and they settled here in seclusion after the defeat. After more than a hundred years of reproduction, the village became more and more prosperous, and there was a family of poems and books, and finally became a high-ranking official during the Qianlong period.

This mountain temple was built by a high official. The mountain god enshrined in the main hall is actually Li Dingguo, the famous anti-Qing king. The other statues are all Li Dingguo's subordinates. There are even other side halls, the Niangniang Hall is dedicated to Li Dingguo's concubine, which was also converted into a classroom before, but due to fewer and fewer students, the Niangniang Hall has been abandoned, and now it has become Nie Jun's study.

The previous abbots of the mountain temple were all concurrently held by the village head (patriarch). During the Anti-Japanese War, the Shanshen Temple was also lent to the guerrillas as a barracks, so there was a period of incense in New China. Not only was it not demolished, but it was recognized as an authentic Zhengdao Temple. It's just that the abbot of the mountain temple can no longer be held concurrently by the village party secretary or the village head, but must be a Taoist priest with Taoist records.

Later, the village committee requisitioned several side halls of Yimen for office work, and the mountain god hall and empress hall were used as classrooms.

In any case, there has always been an abbot in the mountain temple, and this abbot has always had an official Taoist book.

Nie Jun said: "I found this mountain temple from the list of the Daoist Association. I felt very strange at the time, so I came to have a look, and wrote the research on the mountain temple as a graduation thesis. The new China here The first abbot was a guerrilla who was injured and crippled. The second abbot is the son of a guerrilla, and he is currently lying in the ward of the county hospital. The third abbot is me."

"I asked you why you became a teacher?" Zhou Zhengyu said.

Nie Jun said: "This is a broken place, and the young people who support teaching cannot be retained. The old principal died last year, so I can only take over temporarily."

Ding Ming asked: "You plan to teach here all the time?"

"I can't teach for a few years," Nie Jun said with a smile. "A few years ago, the policy of withdrawing schools and merging schools was introduced. According to the regulations, such rural primary schools should be abolished and collectively merged into township middle schools. Some students have already gone to the town center school to study. There are only more than 30 students left in the mountain, so the classroom on the side of the Empress Hall was abandoned."

Li Yaolin's wife asked: "Why don't these 30 students leave?"

Nie Jun said: "It takes at least three and a half hours for adults to walk from here to the town to study. It is normal for children to walk four to five hours to school when it rains and slippery roads. Those children who go to the town to study, I have to get up at three or four o'clock in the middle of the night, and it is already xx o'clock when I arrive at school. After school in the afternoon, it is also xx o'clock in the evening when I go home. I walk for more than seven and a half hours a day, and half of the time I walk in the dark. "

"Can't you live on campus?" Ding Ming asked.

Nie Jun said: "The schools in the town only have teachers' dormitories. Except for a few talented and hard-working children, students from other villages go to the town to study, and their grades are very poor, because they don't even have time to do homework every day. Even on the way to school in the dark, only a few students used flashlights, and most of them could only use torches. The conditions were too difficult. The parents of the remaining 30 students had to stay in the village to study. The leaders of the county education bureau personally There is no way to mobilize and merge schools.”

Zhou Zhengyu said in disbelief: "It's 2005, and there are still such backward villages in China!"

"If you want to get rich, you need to build roads first," Nie Jun said with a wicked smile, "I told the village director that it's okay to let me teach as a substitute, but you must repair the road down the mountain within two years, otherwise I will leave. You come here I must have seen it when I was there, many villagers are building roads."

Everyone stopped talking and looked at Nie Jun silently, as if they wanted to get to know this person again.

Nie Jun's appearance at this time is like a vagrant. Although his hair is tied into a bun, the style is very casual, and he uses a bamboo chopstick as a hairpin. Dirty T-shirt and shorts, messy leg hair, slippers covered with black dust from the soles of sweat, and a face full of stubble that hasn't been shaved for at least a week.

He stood like that at the entrance of the main hall, with the statue of Li Dingguo entrusted as the mountain god in the distance behind him, and the sun seemed to be shining on him.

Song Weiyang thought of Fudan's unofficial school motto again.

Perhaps, this unruly guy in front of him really has a "free and useless soul" in his body.

Freedom is not looseness, but making your own choices and bearing all their consequences.

Uselessness is the self-deprecation of Fudan students. It is not that they are useless, but that they do not pursue utilitarianism.