The leisurely life of rebirth

After Shitou's homework lesson in the morning, Fang Monan taught her to talk too much, so she began to subconsciously avoid Shitou because she was afraid that Shitou would mention studying. Fortunately, Shitou's sister came back soon, and Shitou wanted to take care of her sister.

Monan felt relieved.

At noon, we had a delicious meal of fried noodles made by grandma, which really made Fang Monan burst into tears and miss him a lot. After taking a nap, Shitou took his sister to play, which made Fang Monan even more relieved! The kid is crazy.

When we started playing, we realized that the parents would not come back if they didn’t look for them. Then I thought about what happened in space, and why it’s not even night yet! It was painful and painful to go through a chaotic, long day.

When the hustle and bustle of the city has died down, the willow branches will rise above the moon.

At this time, there were very few households with TVs. My aunt's village didn't even have a black and white TV. Even the lights were turned on if they could, for fear of wasting electricity. Fang Monan watched his grandma pick up the soles of her shoes, and her aunt

Weaving, the squeaking sound of the loom stopped until it got dark.

Fang Monan had been sitting obediently in front of her grandma, not going out to feed the mosquitoes. As soon as it got dark, the village became quiet. She had no choice but to follow her grandma and get some sleep first.[

At nearly 3 o'clock in the morning, which is when people are most sleepy, Fang Monan opened her eyes and entered the space again. One day in the space is equivalent to one hour in the outside world. This way she has enough time to stay well.

inside.

In fact, in the space, you can see everything happening outside, but because he was afraid that his grandma would suddenly wake up, Fang Monan recited a 'Calming Mantra' without worry.

Fang Monan took a deep breath and exhaled a breath of turbid air. It was indeed fresher than the air outside. The five elves did not appear. They probably listened to their master and went to practice hard. After all, they had a deep relationship with their former master and wanted to reunite as soon as possible.

Now that Fang Monan has become the new owner of the space, as long as she thinks about something in her heart, this space seems to be connected with her soul, and she will do it on her own. For example: wherever she wants to go, she can teleport there instantly just by thinking about that place silently.

; When she wants to harvest food, she just needs to meditate, and the food will be harvested automatically, transported to the warehouse, etc. The stronger the mental power and thoughts, the more things can be done. And the mental power can become stronger through practice.

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Fang Monan entered the study, sat cross-legged on the imperial concubine's couch, and meditated. She saw a faint purple light surrounding her. According to the movement method taught by her master, the slightest flow of air, like the internal force in martial arts, circulated in the body for two weeks.

The next day, she entered her Dantian and felt the Dantian was warm. She opened her eyes and felt refreshed and full of energy.

Fang Monan took out the golden antique pocket watch that she had found in the bedroom earlier. When she saw that four hours had passed, she felt a little hungry. She teleported to the kitchen and concentrated on what she wanted to eat.

She saw the pots and pans in the kitchen performing a symphony, as if she was watching a magic movie. After a while, she ordered the food and it was delivered to her eyes. She took a taste and said, "Yeah! It tastes good, but the food I made is not bad either."

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After Fang Monan had eaten, he soaked in the hot spring, then ran to the pharmacy and started learning medical skills. Time flew by, and four hours passed in the blink of an eye.

After walking out of the pharmacy, she walked for a while and then returned to the study. She looked at the piano, chess, calligraphy and paintings placed in the study. She had never learned piano. If she wanted to learn, she had to find a teacher. She had taken calligraphy classes in elementary school.

Now let’s start with copying! Painting is only at the elementary school level. The teacher commented that her painting talent is not high and she lacks spirituality in art. No matter how advanced she studies or how good she paints, she can only become a painter. She wants to go further.

Difficult. But she doesn’t rely on it for her future livelihood. She just cultivates her character and cultivates her sentiments.

The next time was spent in the study room. There were many ready-made copybooks in the study room. I practiced calligraphy and read books and enjoyed myself.

I practice medicine, practice calligraphy, and read books. When I feel tired, I just meditate and practice. My body will recover quickly, which is better than sleeping.

Or continue to look at the famous calligraphy, paintings, and jewelry in the space. The day passed quickly, and the same happened the next day.

The five elves were originally thinking about what their master had told her before leaving, to supervise her practice, but they didn't expect that she would be so self-conscious, not relaxing for a moment, and as busy as a spinning top. It was really strange. Of course, what's more important is that

Their master's vision is not bad.

When she felt that the time was almost up, Fang Monan stepped out of the space. At this time, two hours had passed. It was about five o'clock, and it was already bright. She saw that her grandma had not woken up yet, and saw that the bed was big, so she started playing with it.

Simple and slow martial arts moves.

Fang Monan thought about not using spells outside as much as possible. If there is danger and only martial arts can be used, they will not be wasted during the day.

Soon, grandma got up, and Fang Monan also got up. He put on his clothes and plastic sandals, said good morning to grandma, ran out to play in the backyard, and jogged around the vegetable field. If he thought of running in the village, he might as well not think about it.

Yes, she was afraid that grandma would be worried.

Refining one breath internally and refining the muscles, bones and skin externally. Fang Monan should cultivate both internally and externally so that the body can be balanced.

Grandma looked at her walking away and put aside her doubts. She always felt that there was something indescribably different about her granddaughter. She seemed to be too well-behaved and not naughty.

Grandma looked at her strange granddaughter. She secretly went to the backyard and saw Fang Monan wandering around the vegetable patch. She went out as usual every morning for several days.

What on earth is wrong with her granddaughter? It seems like she has changed a lot these days. She seems to have grown up a lot suddenly and is more sensible. She doesn't go out to run around or play like crazy anymore. She thought it was just a child going out for a walk, but she

In my eyes, it's just a walk. A child is just playing around. The three-minute heat probably won't last a few days, but it's already been five days.[

"But she looked awkward and suspicious. Sometimes she accidentally saw her giggling, frowning, and distressed. If this didn't work, she couldn't wait any longer." Grandma couldn't sit still, so she took her to see the goddess today.

After everyone had breakfast, "Second sister, today I will take Nannan to the temple in the village to meet the goddess." Grandma said to her aunt.

"What's wrong, Nan Nan is not feeling well, is she possessed? I look quite well-behaved!" My aunt asked in confusion. She looked at Fang Monan standing next to her, who had a ruddy face, was fair and chubby, and was so cute, not as good as her.

The granddaughter of the family is bad.

There is a Nuwa Empress Temple in their village, so much so that eight villages in ten miles call this village the Empress Temple Village, but the serious village name has been forgotten by people. As for whether it is really related to Nuwa Empress, no one has researched it.

However, there is a goddess in this temple who has some spiritual skills. It is quite effective to cure children who cry incessantly at night and become dazed.

"She is well-behaved and not naughty at all. I just can't feel relieved. I want to go and say goodbye so that I can feel at ease." Grandma said worriedly.

"I think you are worrying blindly. The child is well-behaved, which is not good. I would like to change with you. My little granddaughter is even wilder than the kid. She can't be found in the blink of an eye." My aunt said, in fact,

It’s better to have your own children. “Go! It’s better to go and seek peace.”

Fang Monan was frightened as he listened to the conversation between the two of them. There was nothing about her that deserved to be suspected by her grandma! It sounded like there was something wrong with being too obedient. Did she have to be forced to imitate Er Nier who was sweating from playing every day?

She was covered in mud from running. 'Hmm.' She thought about that scene and shook her head. She would rather go to the Empress Temple to see the goddess, who was probably just a big rope jumper.

Grandma is very superstitious. In her previous life, she often went to temples, and sometimes even lived in temples. She worshiped no matter what gods were worshiped in the temples. Because most temples were built on mountains, and there were no good roads and cars at that time.

It can be reached directly, so most of the time is on foot, just for physical exercise, so no one stopped her, and she had to give her some spiritual sustenance.

The Empress Temple was not far from where they lived. It took about ten minutes to walk. Fang Monan accompanied his grandma to walk there. The temple was very small and a little dilapidated, with only a small courtyard. As soon as you entered the door, there was the 'main hall', which enshrined women.

Empress Wa, the colorful body of the clay sculpture has become somewhat mottled due to disrepair over time, but her eyebrows are fine and kind.

Behind the main hall, there are several low bungalows, one of which must be where the goddess lives.

They were very lucky today. According to my great-aunt, she was usually in the village at this time. The door was not closed. When I walked to the door, I saw an old man wearing gray clothes sitting on the kang inside. His hair was messy and his eyes were closed.

His face was calm and kind, and his mouth was full of words.

Fang Monan listened carefully and found out that it was: Heart Sutra. 'Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva. After walking in the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, he saw that the five aggregates are empty. He survived all the sufferings. Relics. The color is not different from emptiness. The emptiness is not different from color. Color is emptiness.

Emptiness is color. Feelings, thoughts, and awareness are also like this. Relics. All dharmas are empty. They are neither born nor destroyed. They are not stained or pure. This made Fang Monan, who usually judged people by appearance, put away his contempt. He did not expect this.

There may be a giant Buddha hidden in the poor temple. The Heart Sutra, the full text is about 200 words, I waited for a while.

"You're here." The voice was simple and vicissitudes of life, as if she had been waiting for a long time. Her eyes were slightly opened, and her eyes flashed when she saw Fang Monan, and then closed again.

"You are here! Please help me take a look at my granddaughter. Is there anything wrong with her?" Grandma said to her with awe of the gods and Buddhas, and then she talked about what she had seen these days.

things, and worries in my heart.

The goddess opened her eyes again and looked at Fang Monan. This time they saw each other in each other's eyes.

After Fang Monan's marrow cleansing and pulse repairing, and several days of cultivation in space, her temperament and appearance have changed slightly. In addition, she is still a pseudo-loli. Therefore, in the eyes of the goddess, her temperament is even more calm and majestic, and her eyebrows are faintly noble.

gas.

In Fang Monan's eyes, this slovenly, ordinary-looking goddess actually had the air of a fairy and a hermit in her eyes.

"Okay, very good." The goddess was incomprehensible and kept nodding. "It's priceless."

My grandma was confused, "What do you mean? My granddaughter is fine." "Haha... That's good, Amitabha!" She clasped her hands in front of her chest, with a look of relief. As for what she said, grandma didn't

I don't care, as long as people are fine.

‘Expensive, of course it’s expensive. Who can have the same magical experience as her.’ Fang Monan didn’t take it to heart. Her fate was up to her.

"The result I just gave her by facial recognition is priceless."[

"That's great!" Who likes to hear something nice? Grandma smiled like a flower.

"Listen to her in everything, and the old man will be blessed."

"Listen to her, she...she...is only a few years old." Grandma pointed at Monan and then looked at the goddess. What nonsense! She was told to listen to a child, but she turned a deaf ear and didn't take it seriously at all.

Hey! Never mind her, grandma thought, as long as her granddaughter is fine, it will be fine.

Seeing the disapproving expression on her grandma's face, the goddess didn't say anything more. Facts speak louder than words. Only by experiencing it can she believe it.

Fang Monan listened to the words of the 'goddess' and smiled without saying a word. What else could be said to benefit her. It would be better if she could pull her grandma to a united front as the goddess said. But looking at her appearance, she could only slowly

As shown, take your time. Fang Monan bowed respectfully to the goddess to express his gratitude.

Grandma was very satisfied with this worship. Her granddaughter was fine, and the fortune telling result was unexpectedly good. Although she didn’t know whether it was miraculous or not, who doesn’t like to hear good words? She put the ‘scented oil money’ she brought on the goddess’ table.

After getting there, she happily led Fang Monan home.

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The wheat has been dried on the field, and the wheat holiday is almost over. It’s time to hand in public grain again.

After dinner, everyone was discussing how to pay the public rations tomorrow. Shitou jumped up and down with joy when he heard this, because it was only at this time that Shitou's father took him for a walk in the town five miles away.

When Fang Monan heard that he was going to pay the public rations tomorrow, he also wanted to take a look, so he pestered his grandma and asked, "Grandma, can we go and take a look?"

When grandma heard this, she said with a straight face: "Don't make trouble, there is nothing good to see. Isn't it just handing over the public grain? Take the grain and hand it over to the township grain station."

"Will you give me money?" Fang Monan asked curiously.

"Ouch! My silly boy." My aunt said, "I didn't hear about 'paying public food' and giving it to the 'gong' family. Where does the money come from?"

"Isn't that just an agricultural tax?" Fang Monan lowered her head and muttered quietly, but her voice was too low and no one heard her.

Dachengzi looked at her, but thought she wanted to go but her aunt wouldn't let her go. Was she sad? She thought about going with someone tomorrow, "It's okay, auntie, tomorrow we will drive a mule cart to deliver the public rations. Let Xiao Nannan go."

Her little weight can still be weighed on a mule cart."

"I'll go too, I'll go too," Ernier said not to be outdone.

"Okay, let's go tomorrow, we'll all go tomorrow. Anyway, it's not far away, only five miles away." Dachengzi said.

The next day, early in the morning, Dachengzi and his fellow villagers packed the public grains to be paid into a woven bag, put the woven bag into a mule cart and tied it up. Then they put Fang Monan and Er Nier on the beam.

Above, let the two little girls hold on to the ropes tied to the grain.

Grandma looked at Fang Monan, who was sitting on the grain bag and trembling, and felt uneasy, so she finally followed him.

Walking to the country road, Fang Monan saw that all the people in the village were going in groups. Along the way, she saw some people using poles to carry, and there were three to four hundred kilograms of grain on the wheelbarrow. Her father was behind, and a half-sized

The young man pulls in front.

When encountering difficulties on the road, such as uphill or downhill, everyone also had help. Everyone headed towards a rural grain station five miles away.

At this time, the roads in the countryside were made of loess and gravel. They were full of potholes on sunny days and muddy on rainy days. It was difficult to walk with bare hands. Fang Monan was sitting on the grain bag, and when he encountered potholes, he grabbed the rope and was shaken so much that he jumped up.

. The grandma next to me was so frightened that she shouted: "Nannan, you must hold on tight, be careful not to fall."

At this time, farmers were very motivated to grow grain and pay public grain. Everyone was talking and laughing, and it was a joyful scene of a good harvest.

Unlike in the late 1980s, when grain prices failed to rise, farmers increased production without increasing income, dampening farmers' enthusiasm for growing grain. Instead, European and American capital invaded and took the opportunity to seize the market. Just like soybeans, the pricing power eventually fell into the hands of others.

As former US Secretary of State Kissinger said: Whoever controls oil controls all countries. Whoever controls food controls everyone. Whoever controls finance and currency controls the world. Whoever controls water sources controls life.

Despite the endless policies to benefit farmers, reduce burdens on agriculture, rural areas, and farmers in later generations, farmers are still disadvantaged.

Chinese farmers are simple, kind and lovely people, but they are also the most miserable and tired people. The formulation of policies has turned them into a group that is at the mercy of others. The process of industrialization and urbanization has long been based on "using agriculture to supplement industry" and "using countryside to supplement city"

The policies continued in later generations: we need the labor force of migrant workers, not migrant workers; we need farmers’ land, not landless farmers. Rural areas still retain the status of urban “colonies.”

Hey! Fang Monan knocked on his head, what were he thinking? Maybe it was seeing their joyful and happy smiles that made him feel dazzled and filled with emotion. He had the chance to influence so many people and change them to some extent.

Just when Fang Monan was wondering, they arrived in the countryside.