The word "trouble" should of course be avoided if possible. The fragile Gaojia Village cannot withstand the torment now.
Li Daoxuan was planning to wake up Gao Yiye and ask her to deliver a message for him.
At this time, another person climbed up on the city wall, it was Thirty-Two. He reached out and patted Gao Chuwu on the shoulder to signal him to stop talking. Then he raised his voice and shouted to Wang Er outside the city wall: " Wang Haohan, our Gaojia Village appreciates your kindness. You are rebelling, and there are officers and soldiers chasing you. You may be on the run. If our Gaojia Village takes over your two carts of food, our life will not be better. , without these two carts of grain, life would not be worse, that is, they are dispensable things. But these two carts of grain are the capital of your escape, and they are of great significance. It is better for you to keep them. This is called [making the best use of everything].”
Li Daoxuan secretly smiled in his heart: This guy is not bad. With this thirty-two, he can worry less.
After Wang Er heard Thirty-Two's words, he couldn't help but hesitate. Zhong Guangdao, another rebel leader who followed him in the rebellion, whispered: "Brother Wang, what this man said makes sense. Gao Jia Murakami Since I can give you a pile of flour this time, it means they are not short of food, and we are going to Luocao Mountain next, and there is a real shortage of food."
Zheng Yanfu, another leader of the rebel army, also said: "Brother Wang, we can repay the favor after we have established a firm foothold, which is not too late. Look at the current situation in Gaojia Village. They have made it clear that they do not want to have anything to do with us."
Wang Er thought about it carefully and realized that Gaojiacun didn't dare to accept his own food.
He was also a neat man, so he stopped worrying, hugged his fists against the city wall, and said loudly: "In that case, I, Wang Er, will say goodbye now. I owe Gaojiacun a debt of gratitude. Wang Er will always remember it. "
After saying that, he waved: "Let's go!"
Seeing that he was about to leave, Thirty-Two suddenly said: "Wang Haohan!"
Wang Er stopped and turned around.
Thirty-two sighed and asked in a long tone: "How are the women of the wealthy families in the county doing now?"
Wang Er froze, as if he had been struck by lightning. After being stunned for several seconds, he turned around and looked at Zhong Guangdao and Zheng Yanfu, who were beside him, with two very unhappy looks. Then he turned back and looked at Thirty-two hugged his fists, then turned and left.
It didn't take long before it disappeared into the night.
Li Dao
After a brief period of commotion, Gaojia Village returned to tranquility.
Thirty-Two pulled Gao Chuwu down from the city wall. Behind them, a large number of villagers had gathered. Wang Er's shout just now still woke up many people, but not those who dared to go up the city wall. several.
Thirty-Two started complaining to the villagers: "Although your Gaojia Village has a city wall, it is defenseless. There is not even a shift of people to watch at night. Fortunately, it is Wang Er who came this time. He opened his throat. Wake us up and talk, if another bandit comes and quietly throws a flying claw hook and climbs over the wall, wouldn't we die without knowing how?"
His complaint was actually what Li Daoxuan wanted to complain about.
The village chief stood up, shook his head and said: "Lanterns are needed for sentry duty at night. Although our village is small, if we set up a circle of lanterns around the city wall, we would need dozens of them. Where can we get this lamp oil?"
Thirty-Two frowned, this was reasonable, but he immediately laughed and scolded: "Are you worried about this? This Gaojia Village is protected by gods. Early tomorrow morning, everyone will kneel down together and look at the sky. Bye bye, won’t the oil come?”
The villagers thought about it carefully: "That's right! God likes to give food to everyone very early in the morning. If at that time, everyone knelt down and kowtowed to the old man together and begged, maybe they could get some oil."
Li Daoxuan found it funny when he saw them like this. Why wait until tomorrow morning? I can give you oil now.
He walked into his kitchen and brought a large bucket of vegetable oil. He also found a mineral water bottle cap and planned to put a capful of oil into the box.
However, before he could take action, he saw a middle-aged woman jumping out of the crowd, who was the wife of Thirty-Two.
The third lady pointed at the villagers and said in a complaining tone: "I haven't been in this village for a long time, but I have a few words to say to you. You guys are too disrespectful to the Lord God. .”
The villagers were surprised: "Disrespectful? How disrespectful are we to Lord God?"
The third lady secretly cursed "a bunch of idiots" for being ignorant, but she knew she couldn't say it out loud, so she hummed and said, "The God of Heaven appeared in this village and helped you a lot. You built a temple for his old man." Did you build a golden body for the old man? Did you offer incense to him? When asking God, he only knew how to kneel down and kowtow, begging for this and that. He was so greedy that he didn’t even have a proper ceremony."
When she asked a series of questions, the villagers were all confused.
Seeing that this group of people had really never seen the world, the third lady had no choice but to say: "When the monks ask for blessings from the Buddha, they also have to bathe and change clothes. They first ring the bell, knock the wooden fish, and recite a few verses. , and the Buddha may not pay attention to them. If you really want to ask God for something, you should at least consider ringing a bell, burning incense, lighting a candle, and completing all the etiquette."
As soon as these words came out, the villagers suddenly realized, yes, we seem to have insufficient etiquette, how can we have the dignity to do this or that.
When Li Daoxuan heard this, he almost laughed out loud. These etiquettes were meaningless to him. In fact, they were not...
etc!
The lightbulb on Li Daoxuan's forehead clicked on: These etiquettes seem to have meaning.
Because the little people are too small and their voices are very low, Li Daoxuan often cannot hear what they are saying. Even if they shout loudly to the sky, he may miss it.
If every time they want to say something to themselves, they first take a big clock and bang a few big hammers, then it will be easy for them to hear it.
It turns out that the monk's ringing of the bell has practical significance.
Damn it, the formalism of feudal superstition, I didn’t expect that I would find it meaningful. After all this, my materialistic heart seems to be wavering.
The third lady madly typed out to the villagers: "Tomorrow morning, everyone should wash up and put on clean clothes, especially you, Miss Gao Yiye, you are the envoy chosen by the God of Heaven, come to my house and give you Choose some nicer clothes, dress up well, and you will take the lead in praying to the God of Heaven... Those two blacksmiths, don't sleep tonight, and make a big clock overnight for use tomorrow morning."
The villagers did not dare to have any objections to the arrangements made by the third lady, and they all listened obediently.
Li Daoxuan quietly watched the little people discussing this plan in the "sky" and found it quite amusing. He planned to give them oil immediately, but he was not in a hurry and would give it to him tomorrow morning depending on the situation.
in addition……
His eyes fell on Thirty-Two and Third Madam, and he thought to himself: Having these two people in the village would be of great help to him.
