A week later, the bird's injury healed and it was jumping lively in the cage. Shi Wangfu walked out of the house with the birdcage, went to the mountain behind the house, opened the door of the cage, but the little bird didn't come out. Wangfu patted the birdcage, and then it came out, rested on Wangfu's arm, and pecked the lupus erythematosus again. , Wangfu waved his hand, and the bird opened its wings and flew into the forest of the mountain.
Wang Fuxun thought: This can be regarded as releasing the bird back into nature. Releasing animals can eliminate karma. The tall monk had given him some advice. Perhaps due to psychological effects, he felt that the lupus erythematosus on his arms had faded a little and there was a possibility of recovery.
He planned to continue releasing the birds, and when he returned with the empty birdcage to the birdkeeper, he expressed his doubts: the bird bitten by the snake recovered with a little care, and I was bitten by a scorpion on the arm. Cannot be cured. The birdkeeper said that there are many strange things in the world. I don’t know why your arm is red, swollen and itchy and difficult to cure, but the bird was bitten by a snake and recovered. This may be because the snake that bit it was not poisonous. It is poisonous. If the bird is not bitten to death at the time, it will be poisoned.
Shi Wangfu said that a monk from Qinglong Temple said that I have a disease caused by evil and I need to release more animals to get better. But what will I use to release animals in the future? The bird farmer smiled and said, "It's not easy to release the birds. There is a desert island south of the Yangtze River where various birds live. Many hunters hunt birds all day long. You stop the hunters from hunting birds and protect the birds. This is the same as releasing birds." The meaning is the same. Shi Wangfu was enlightened after hearing this.
That night, he returned home, prepared his luggage, and told his parents that it would take a while for me to raise birds outside. The mother asked in surprise: Where is the precious bird your friend gave you last time? Why haven't I heard its cry today?
Wang Fu continued to lie: My friend wanted to see it, so I sent it to my friend to see it! Friends walked away as soon as they saw it and never came back. His father was on the side and knocked his cane, mocking him for being tricked by his friends.
So what can be done? I don’t think my friend is so wicked, and he will return the bird to me sooner or later. Hope you are rich and have a mouth.
His father stopped arguing with him and said worriedly: You have to learn skills to earn a living. Your mother and I are both disabled and rely on political aid for a long time. You have good feet and hands, so you have to rely on yourself! Don't listen to people's instigation. Raise birds today, insects tomorrow, and achieve nothing in the end.
What his father said made sense. Wangfu didn't say anything, but he still made a sound. It was the sound of him tickling his left and right arms. He even regretted it. If he hadn't thought of learning to raise scorpions, he wouldn't have been bitten by scorpions, let alone poisoned. Of course, his left and right arms wouldn't have been sore or itchy.
But he recalled what the doctor Jin Tie and the tall monk had told him. This was an evil disease. Since it is an evil disease that cannot be avoided like a disaster, there will always be something stumbling upon him, and the thing that snared him was already obvious, that is, he was bitten by that hateful scorpion. The more he thought about it, the heavier he felt.
When his father heard his scratching voice, he was still scolding him, "Wang Fu, if you had taken the reassurance and learned to blacksmith, and now you are almost done with it, you might have to leave the apprenticeship, and you could save money." You look so pitiful now. You were bitten by a mosquito, your body is itchy, and you have no money to buy medicine. The father sighed as he talked, and the mother sometimes helped. "Wang Fu, you are not too young. You must listen to your father. He is doing everything for your own good."
I know. Wangfu had some rebellious mentality and walked out of the main room, thinking: My arms are very red and swollen now. I can't tell you. If, as the tall monk or bird farmer said, releasing or protecting animals would really make my arms red and swollen. After I recover, I must learn a craft or technique to make a living.
In front of the house is an open field, and in front of the field is an open field. Shi Wangfu imagined that the place he was going to was also an open desert island, but after thinking about it, he couldn't think about it. I went to the desert island alone to protect the students. Will those hunters buy into the idea of releasing animals?
This was a problem that needed to be solved. He frowned like an adult. His red and swollen arms were itchy and he forgot to scratch them. Even a little sparrow walked around the field, looking for it, and then flew like a musical note. He didn't bother to look at the fields where the fragrance of rice was floating. After a while, his frowning eyebrows relaxed, and he thought of a solution.
In the early morning of the next day, Shi Wangfu walked out of the mountain village with his luggage and came to the town to ask some people and clarify some issues. Since he had no money to take a bus, he walked for more than three hours to the county seat and arrived at the wildlife protection station. He stood at the gate of a building. A staff member looked at him with a strange face and he was walking in a hurry. Before he could speak, he asked: Is this comrade in the wrong place?
Is your place a wildlife conservation station? Wang Fu casually patted the dust on the luggage package and said firmly, if it is, then it is right; if it is not, then it is wrong.
The staff member looked at him calmly, then tell me, what do you want to see us for?
Something happened, and I wanted to protect the beneficial birds on the desert island.
It's a good thing, we support it and you can go.
Can you write a sign for a wildlife sanctuary for me? Authorize me to give Wangfu.
The staff member was a little confused. He looked him up and down. Seeing that he was carrying a luggage bag and looking persistent, he conservatively replied: I need to ask the stationmaster for instructions on this matter.
Where is the webmaster? Can I find it? Shi Wangfu looked anxious.
The staff member was a man in his 30s and looked experienced. He asked Shi Wangfu to wait at the door and said he would be out shortly after entering.
When Shi Wangfu saw him leaving, he took a look inside and found that the building in the station was winding and had many departments. The station master must be inside. However, Shi Wangfu looked around and did not find the webmaster's office. If he had found it, he would personally talk to the webmaster about his desire to protect wild animals, and he would definitely support it.
He wandered for a few steps at the entrance of the hospital, and the staff member came out and said with an embarrassed face: You can write a sign yourself, we will support it, and the whole society will support it. Shi Wangfu did not consider that this matter was still blocked, so he said sincerely: If you don't authorize me to do this, people will think that I am a policeman in the Pacific - I will be lenient.
The staff member said, no. But I thought to myself: You are just being lenient. Seeing that Shi Wangfu refused to leave, the staff politely issued an "expulsion order": Come back in two days, and I will ask the webmaster for instructions and discuss it to see if I can meet your requirements.
Shi Wangfu followed the staff member's instructions and came back with a backpack two days later. The person who received him at the station was another man, slightly taller than the last one, with crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. Shi Wangfu thought to himself: It's over, I have to explain it again, I don't know if people are willing to listen. Anyway, when it comes to this, Shi Wangfu was about to speak when the crow's feet said first, "Are you Shi Wangfu from Shijiazhuang, 20 miles outside the city?"
Exactly. Shi Wangfu replied.
This is the case. We have investigated your situation and agreed that you go to a desert island to protect wild animals. They say they are wild animals, but in fact they are only birds. It is enough for you to protect the birds. However, we will not pay you for bird protection services because there is no such expense.
Wangfu was wearing a blue shirt, half of which was covered by his red and swollen arms. He thought to himself: If it were not for the purpose of curing this evil disease, I would not have made this wish.
Hearing this, he interjected, "I won't ask for a penny in payment." A smile appeared on the crow's feet face. You are doing it voluntarily and it is a good thing. We will cooperate. Crow's Feet walked into the house as he spoke, and quickly took out a long-handled wooden sign with 13 regular characters written in red paint, including "Desolate Island Benefit Bird Sanctuary" and "Protector Shi Wangfu". A row of letters is smaller. He handed it to Wangfu. Wangfu took the wooden sign and thanked him repeatedly. He asked gratefully: What is your surname? Crow's Feet smiled and didn't answer, but said that you went to the desert island to protect the birds, which was a support for our work, and I expressed my gratitude for your behavior.
At this time, a person walked out of the house. Wangfu looked familiar. He was the staff member he saw last time. He looked Wangfu up and down again, and finally focused on the wooden sign Wangfu held up, jokingly saying: Protect. Birdman, when you go to a desert island to protect birds, you have to do your best, otherwise you will live up to the brand our webmaster gave you. Wangfu took a serious look at the webmaster and didn't say a word, but his heart was filled with gratitude.
