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It's early summer and the sky is getting bright early.
At six or seven o'clock in the morning, the city has not yet fully woken up, and the vegetable market is already full of noise and excitement.
Liu Weidong dragged his remaining leg to the morning market.
Along the road, I met vendors and passers-by.
"Hey, did Boss Liu come to buy groceries in person again?"
"Have you become rich recently?"
"How many millions did you lose? When are you going to treat me?"
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The greetings always contain Yingying Yueyue's malice, making it hard to tell whether it's a joke or a mockery. Liu Weidong just responded reluctantly, and then walked away quickly.
He is a local and knows a lot of familiar faces in the market, but he specializes in picking out fresh ones. This is not because he is cold, but because for some reason, in front of those "acquaintances" recently, his bottom line for bargaining is always higher. More expensive than others.
Whenever there is an objection, the other party will always say:
"You and your wife have made so much money from Mr. Hong's place. You will have enough to eat and drink for the rest of your life. Why do you still care about such a dime?"
He defended himself several times, but instead he was attacked by people who said he was "unkind", so he became cowardly.
After walking around the market, he saw a few middle-aged women whispering in the corner and pointing at him from time to time.
Liu Weidong recognized an old customer among them, and just as he was about to go up and say hello, the customer fled as if he had bumped into the god of plague.
His expression froze, and he left the market with a wry smile.
But the journey home was unsettling.
During this time, students begin to go to school one after another.
Unlucky for him, he bumped into a naughty kid.
This little kid wearing a red scarf is like a crow, and Liu Weidong is the carrion he is eyeing, running around him with his "double wings" spread out, croaking all the time.
"Cripple Liu! Cripple Liu! Cripple Liu! Cripple Liu..."
Liu Weidong couldn't help but glare, and the parents behind him who had been watching with smiles immediately intervened.
"What are you going to do?"
"he……"
"He's still a little kid and doesn't understand sense. Why do you, a big man like you, care about his kid?!"
Liu Weidong had nothing to say and ran away with his head down.
After returning home, I heard my wife's sharp curses when I got downstairs.
He happened to bump into a resident in the same building, but the other person didn't say anything. He bowed his head and apologized out of habit. Then it was just like usual, amidst the complaints from the other party and the scolding from his wife, he went home, cooked, packed up and went out to "work".
The way he "works" is extraordinary.
First, he went to a certain government department building, hung up a banner with the four words "Ask for Justice" on it, and then spread out a white cloth with the whole story of Hong Daihai's collision written on it. It was actually a sit-in protest.
After that incident, his pet store was hit hard by overt and covert attacks and could not continue to operate. If he stays at home to take care of his wife, he will be rejected by his wife and ask him to go out and find a way to find justice. But whatever he could do, he just protested like this. After a few months, it became known to the whole city, and he became a joke in the mouth of others.
He was frowning.
Suddenly, a broom drove fallen leaves and dust towards my face.
"Don't litter."
A sanitation worker swept a few brooms at his feet. Liu Weidong quickly grabbed the white cloth, dodged and apologized.
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In the taxi on the opposite street, Li Changan had a panoramic view of this scene.
"That cripple deserves it."
The taxi driver next to him suddenly spoke, which aroused Li Changan's interest.
"How to say?"
The driver took down the taxi meter and chatted.
"This man used to own a pet shop. A few months ago, when the couple were taking a walk, they were hit by Mr. Hong's driver. The baby miscarried and his wife became paralyzed. It was pitiful, but he insisted that it was Mr. Hong who drove him while he was drunk. He is. Are you kidding me, who is Mr. Hong, and he hit him with his car? As a result, in the past few months, the business has stopped, and the paralyzed mother-in-law doesn't care. She hangs banners at the government office every day. "
The driver's face was full of disgust.
"I've seen this kind of people a lot. They are all unscrupulous people. They just want to bite off a piece of fat when they see someone else who is rich, regardless of whether they are rich or not."
"How unscrupulous are these people?" Li Changan asked.
"What a surprise." The driver patted the steering wheel, "I'm telling you, a few days ago, there was a man named Bao in Fengshun Village..."
At this point, the driver's tongue came to a sudden stop. He looked at Li Changan and laughed a few words, then changed the subject abruptly.
"Teacher, where are you going?"
Li Changan fastened his seat belt and said with a smile:
"Fengshun Village."
The driver's face suddenly became a little strange, and Li Changan didn't say anything.
"What's the matter? Don't you want your car to go?"
"Let's go. Of course we have to go."
The driver heyed a few times.
"But it costs more."
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"I have arrived at Fengshun Village and will interview Bao Zhiyun soon."
"Don't worry, your identity must not be exposed."
"I know, be careful."
Li Changan hung up the phone, smiled and shook his head.
After being reminded by the Taoist priest yesterday, Captain Yuan immediately raised his vigilance against Hong Daihai's gang by several levels. This time when Li Changan went to the countryside to find Bao Zhiyun, he tried to prevent Li Changan from revealing his identity. He was afraid that the Taoist priest would reveal his true purpose, so Hong Daihai took care of him.
But how could he know that the battles the Taoist priests had seen were much more brutal than some local violent gangs!
The Taoist priest put away his cell phone and looked around.
At the foot is a country road, leading to a small settlement of about ten households in the distance, and on both sides of the road are large stretches of red thatch fields.
At this time of year, the red grass is already heading. The bright red thatch is as densely packed as the rice fields in autumn, blown by the long wind, like the floating flames of a prairie fire.
This scene can be called somewhat magnificent, but the Taoist priest lost interest after looking at it for a few times.
Probably because this thing sounds mysterious, it is actually a kind of red thatch.
Li Changan is no stranger to it.
When I was weeding in the fields when I was a kid, I hated encountering this kind of thatch the most. Not to mention cutting off the leaves, the rhizomes are also deep and numerous, and are connected to each other to form a network. You can't just dig out the roots and only get out the plant, because this is like sowing seeds for it, and it will grow all over the field next year. . Therefore, in Li Changan's memory, this thing is the most troublesome to deal with.
Unexpectedly, it has now become the main ingredient of a medicinal wine that claims to "prolong life, nourish yin and strengthen yang".
I don't know if the bubbles of "Red Mao Liquor" are accidentally popped one day, how to clean up the thatch all over the mountains and plains?
The Taoist priest shook his head. This was not something he could decide. He was too lazy to think about it. He looked up in the right direction and just went to find Bao Zhiyun.
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Bao Zhiyun is a five-guaranteed household and runs an ancestral Bodhisattva temple.
There are many such small temples in the countryside, and they are usually passed down from master to apprentice or from father to son.
Although the name is related to Buddhism, the presiding officer is usually not a monk, and what is enshrined inside is not entirely Buddha, but a mixture of Buddhism, Taoism and even local wild gods, all worshiped according to local preferences. The famous Jade Emperor and Nanhai Guanyin, The unknown Pig King Bodhisattva and Ox King Bodhisattva.
In short, all the gods who are needed are placed together, and anyone who can be found is worshiped. It doesn't matter what path the god is worshiped on, it is all called "worshiping the Bodhisattva".
This profession was very popular in the early years, but now it is in decline, and the same is naturally true for Fengshun Village.
Some time ago, the village allocated land near the temple to build a pig farm.
Bao Zhiyun thought that he had no children, no heirs in his temple, and that he would not live long as he was old. In addition, people around him took turns to persuade him, so he reluctantly agreed.
Unexpectedly, when I inquired later, I found out that the land in the temple was used to build a manure storage tank in the plan of the pig farm.
How can this happen?
The old man quit at that time.
But you can't say that someone went back on their word, because firstly they didn't get the money and didn't sign the contract, and secondly they were justified. This temple was passed down from ancestors, and for some years it was regarded as a cultural relic.
This is to protect cultural heritage!
However.
Reasons can only be spoken and listened to by those who reason.
The company that built the pig farm was affiliated with the Hongmao Group, and the boss behind the scenes was also the son of Mr. Hong's wife's uncle, who was born in the year of Crab in Qishui.
The small temple was demolished that night.
The old man was so angry that he made several fuss with the government to no avail, and threatened to go to Peking to appeal. However, as soon as he arrived at the train station, he had no news. Until a few days ago, when he showed up again, he was already a psychopath.
At present, he cannot live alone and has been entrusted by the village committee to his nephew to take care of him.
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Li Changan considered Bao Zhiyun's information in his mind, and then looked up to a small farmyard on the roadside.
According to the address given by Yuan Xiaochuan, this should be the home of Bao Zhiyun's nephew Bao Chunming.
"Hello. Is anyone home?"
Li Changan shouted through the door.
"There is someone, who is outside?"
Somewhat surprisingly, there was an immediate response from the door. Then, the door opened, and a native dog jumped out and barked at Li Changan. The Taoist priest only glanced at him, and the native dog whined and ran back with his tail between his legs, almost knocking the person who walked out from behind the door staggering.
The man cursed "dead dog", turned around and smiled at the Taoist priest, and naturally wanted to shake hands:
"Who are you?"
"Excuse me." The Taoist shook hands and said, "My name is Li Changan. I am a reporter from Xiaoyu.com. This time I am here specifically to interview Mr. Bao Zhiyun..."
The identity of the Xiaoyu.com reporter was revealed after a discussion between the Taoist priest and Yuan Xiaochuan.
This website is a local media in the province and has some columns based on folklore. Coincidentally, the Qishui area still has the custom of worshiping the ancient god "Salt Water Goddess", and the main god enshrined in the Bodhisattva Temple passed down from Bao Zhiyun's family happens to be her.
Therefore, this vest is perfect for Li Changan to use during this trip.
really.
"It turns out to be comrade journalist, please come in, please come in."
After hearing this, the man hurriedly asked Li Changan to come in, but the Taoist priest noticed that the man was about fifty years old, well-built, fair-skinned, and dressed casually, but he was wearing a pair of shiny leather shoes, a mechanical watch, and his hair was well combed. Oily and shiny.
Bao Zhiyun's nephew Bao Chunming is a farmer who digs food in the soil. This person's image and style do not match his image.
The Taoist priest asked directly:
"Are you Teacher Bao Zhiyun's nephew, Bao Chunming?"
"Oh, I'm not Bao Chunming." The man smiled, "I'm Bao Zhiyun's other nephew. My name is Bao Chunhua."
After saying that, he called out the three people in the room, one large and one small.
They were Bao Chunming and his wife and their daughter. The three members of the family came out neatly. Their expressions were not surprised but a little nervous. Their clothes were clean, brand new and very formal.
The Taoist priest glanced at the time. It was the time to go uphill to do farm work, but the family of three was fully dressed and none of them happened to be at home.
Ah.
This is really a "coincidence".
It seems that the tentacles of the local snakes in Hongmao are longer than imagined.
Li Changan remained calm.
"Excuse me, is Mr. Bao here?"
"exist."
Bao Chunming nodded repeatedly and pointed to a corner of the courtyard.
The Taoist priest took advantage of the situation and looked around.
There was a small shed built with asbestos tiles. Li Changan didn't pay attention to it before, thinking it was a doghouse or a firewood shed. Now that he looked carefully, the "object" huddled inside was clearly a big living person!
"We can't do it either!"
Bao Chunming quickly explained.
"He can't enter what is called a closed space. As long as there are walls on all sides, he can't even open the windows. He goes crazy as soon as he enters the house, so we built a shed for him in the yard."
After finishing speaking, Bao Chunming’s wife was afraid that reporter Li Changan would not believe it, so she went back and scribbled FAW, and then said:
"Not only that, he is also very afraid of the dark, and the lights must be on all night long. There was a power outage in the middle of the night last night, and he made half the village unable to sleep."
The couple usually seemed to have a lot of bitterness, and now they took the opportunity to vent it all out.
He kept talking for a long time, until Bao Chunhua coughed hard several times and finally stopped.
The two of them laughed and said nothing. Bao Chunhua glared at them and said to Li Changan.
"We welcome reporter Li's request for an interview, but there are two points."
"Please say."
"First, because of his disease, no one can touch him. As long as he gets close, he will go crazy and hit people. If you want to ask, I'm afraid you can only ask here."
"That doesn't matter."
"Second, it's because he doesn't pay much attention to others. Sometimes he won't even reply to you even if you scream."
"I've come here, but I still have to give it a try."
So, the Taoist priest moved a small bench and sat down in front of the shed, and took out his notebook and voice recorder in a pretentious manner. But at the first glance of taking a closer look at Bao Zhiyun, Li Changan's heart froze.
Bao Zhiyun was huddled in the innermost part of the shed with his legs in his arms. His clothes were dirty, his gray hair and beard were tangled, his expression was dull, and his eyes were unfocused.
The Taoist priest asked tentatively:
"Teacher Bao, I am a reporter from Xiaoyu.com, and my name is Li Changan. Did you hear me? I have something to ask you."
Bao Zhiyun was speechless.
"We have been in contact before, but some time ago, there was suddenly no news from you."
Bao Zhiyun was still sluggish.
Li Changan continued to say a few more words, and also mentioned "missing", "red grass medicinal wine", "train station", etc. in a roundabout way, but Bao Zhiyun didn't respond at all.
The Taoist priest couldn't help but sigh quietly.
People are really crazy, and they really can’t ask questions.
In this case, there is no use staying here, but he has to do a full show, so the Taoist asked casually: "What do you think of the Salt Water Empress..."
I didn’t expect it, just half a sentence.
Bao Zhiyun, who had been dull during the interview, suddenly raised his head.
He stared straight at Li Changan, then suddenly lowered his head and pulled out an object, holding his hands flat in front of the Taoist priest.
The old man opened his mouth.
Suddenly burst into tears.
"Buddha."
That object was a statue of a god.
It's just an ordinary folk craft, and the shaping and depiction are quite careful, but Naihe is already broken, the left arm is missing, and a piece of the mouth has been shoveled off to reveal the clay embryo.
But the Taoist priest sensed something unusual, something similar to the statue in Liu Weidong's home.
gods.
In other words, they are souls that are accidentally born from the faith and vows of sentient beings and from people's pious worship.
But in this age of Dharma, even such gods are rootless. Even if they worship endlessly, they are mostly ignorant and unable to develop complete wisdom. The same is true for the person in front of me. In addition, he lost his temple and damaged his body. He has become a candle in the wind and is dying.
The Taoist priest thought about it and stretched out his finger to lightly touch the statue.
Suddenly there was a blur in front of his eyes.
Immediately, the statue transformed into a beauty in palace attire, but unfortunately her left arm was missing and her face was speechless. She bowed to Li Changan Yingying, then raised her right hand and pointed somewhere.
Then he transformed again and transformed into the image of a man. This man was as dirty and dirty as Bao Zhiyun, but while Bao Zhiyun was dull, this man was stupid. He tilted his head, holding his chicken coop-like hair, and grinned, revealing two rows of big yellow teeth.
Is this person... a fool?
