The next morning, Zhang Liang, who was reading bamboo slips at home, was interrupted by a burst of noise. He saw Zhang Laosan running in in a hurry. After saying hello to Zhang's mother, he immediately said to Zhang Liang.
"Good boy, this morning some villagers found an arrow on the wooden post at the entrance of the village. There was a letter on it. There were two words written on it. One was food and the other was danger. The important thing is that these two words were written in red. Written in cinnabar.”
After hearing this, Zhang Liang put down the bamboo slips in his hand and smiled at his mother. "Auntie, I'm going out to take care of some things. You don't have to leave food for me at noon. You can cook it with the neighbor's aunt."
"There shouldn't be any danger, don't be brave." Looking at his mother's instructions, Zhang Liang scratched his head and said with a silly smile. "If you have the guts to come to Zhangjiacun to look for trouble, I think the ones who are in danger are those thieves."
"You bastard, go ahead. Your Third Grandpa, as the leader of the clan, still needs your guidance." Faced with Li's teasing, Zhang San could only nod awkwardly, thinking that if you had given birth to this evildoer, my status as the clan leader would also be lost. It won't keep falling. Now everyone just listens to this kid.
Zhang Liang's expression immediately changed after walking out of the house. He looked at the letter in his hand in a daze. He had seen this paper in Zhang Cai's study. It was not that other grain merchants couldn't afford it, but he had no interaction with them.
Because Zhang Liang needed a lot of materials in the past few years, he sold more grain, which seemed to have attracted prying eyes.
It's not that Zhang Liang didn't understand the reason behind Huaibi's crime, but since the well-informed small aristocratic families in the county refused his request to copy books, he had lost his source of information.
This gave Zhang Liang a headache. He didn't want to be inexplicably hit by a military disaster one day. After all, his own strength was not even strong enough to defeat Erdan, who he grew up with, let alone those thieves who licked blood from their swords.
Zhang Liang awakened the memory of Blue Star when he was three years old. Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, and butterflies dreamed of Zhuang Zhou. Who can tell? He just spent dozens of years in that China from another person's perspective, and when he woke up, he returned to his own body.
This is a philosophical question. Fortunately, Zhang Liang's character never cares about this. He just wants to live a good life with his mother Li.
Originally, Zhang Liang didn't want to show that he was special, but he really couldn't bear to see his mother disappointed. Mrs. Li was originally in poor health due to giving birth to him, and after her father died early, she had to wash and cook for others to support herself, so she fell ill from time to time.
But Li firmly believed that her son was a born saint and would be able to save the already ailing Han Dynasty in the future. This woman, who could not even read Chinese characters, was the staunchest supporter of the dynasty. This deeply shocked Zhang Liang. .
Because Zhang Liang didn't show any magic at first, he was just like an ordinary child. At that time, a long-tongued woman from the same village ridiculed him. In order to clear her son's name, Li had a big quarrel with the woman and fell into trouble when he came back. He was seriously ill and bedridden.
I kept repeating it in my mouth while I was sick. "My son is a born saint. Before you were born, your mother dreamed of a unicorn sending jade. When you were born, the sky was filled with red clouds and colorful rays. You were destined to do something great."
This frightened Zhang Liang, who was only five years old at the time. He ran to the family elder Zhang San's house overnight, knocked on his door, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to ask him to hire a doctor for his mother.
Zhang San was originally unwilling to go out at night, but he was grateful for his filial piety to his parents at a young age, so he brought a sickle for self-defense and woke up his sleeping son. They hitched an ox cart and prepared to go to the county town to hire a doctor. Young Zhang Liang also insisted on following.
On the way, Zhang San said casually out of boredom, "Your mother is too obsessed with what she did in her dreams. Could it be that you, a little baby, are really the stars in the sky?"
Zhang San was just making random remarks, but he never thought that little Zhang Liang was lying on the ox cart, staring blankly at the sky, and said something. "What if it's true."
Because of these words, the bullock cart almost overturned on the road. Zhang San immediately yelled at his son to drive the cart steadily. "Liang boy, don't scare Grandpa Third at night. I'm timid." Zhang Liang, who came back to his senses, replied with a smile. "I didn't say anything. Zi Buyu has strange powers and chaotic spirits."
Zhang San and his son Zhang Zhen were silent. What a pity. A five-year-old baby talking like an adult is weird enough. Thinking of it, this child likes to stay alone in a daze since he was a child and rarely plays with other children of the same age. Knowing the son is more like the mother, maybe Li didn't lie.
The Zhang family father and son, who thought they had guessed the truth, did not dare to neglect. They rushed to the county seat as quickly as possible in their lives to invite the doctor back and save Li's life. During this period, all the expenses and medicines were paid for by Zhang San. The wife at home felt very sorry for Qian Qian, and she kept complaining about him and asked him if he wanted to take Li as his daughter.
Zhang San, who had always been henpecked, went out of his way that time and said frankly that this son was the Qilin son of the Zhang family. He was dedicated to serving the public and would not allow anyone to comment on what he did. He saw her husband's abnormality and his son also spoke for him. The two of them People's quarrels were put aside for the time being.
After his mother's condition improved, Zhang Liang picked a green seedling from the crops in the field and sent it to Zhang San's home. He bluntly said that it was a thank you gift. Under the doubtful eyes of several people, he spoke. "I have a secret method that can increase crop yields several times. Can I use this as a thank you gift to Third Grandpa and Uncle Zhen for saving my mother?"
Zhang Lianshi was shocked to find that her husband and son were holding a green sprout as if they were possessed by evil spirits. They were very satisfied with the return gift, so Zhang Liang whispered to Zhang San and left.
After that day, the villagers were surprised to find that the clan leader Zhang was exaggerating when meeting people, and the clan leader Zhang Zhen took the initiative to farm for Zhang Liang's family. In the autumn of the same year, the whole village was dumbfounded by the grain produced by the two families.
The next day, the clan leader was blocked at home by the villagers. They were all begging for nothing, crying and holding Zhang Zhen's thigh, begging him to teach him the secret recipe to increase production. Angry, Zhang Zhen yelled, "You worshiped in the wrong temple. The true God is not here."
The village chief reacted quickly and immediately guessed that it was the five-year-old baby Zhang Liang. The village chief did not answer, but silence was the best answer at this time.
Therefore, all the villagers were a little bit confused. They couldn't force the orphans and widows to get it. The most important thing was that they didn't dare. At this time, they believed in the legend in the village and were afraid of offending Zhang Liang, so they continued to die. I begged the village chief.
Zhang Zhen, who was unhappy, threw away everyone and pushed his father out. "Go and beg my father. He has the best relationship with the good boy. Whether you can have meat to eat in the coming year depends on your ability."
Zhang San, who was grinning and watching the show, was suddenly betrayed by his son. He looked at the villagers who gathered around him and cursed angrily. "You are so fucking unworthy of a human being."
"So are you. How many times have I told you that the good boy is the Qilin son of the Zhang family in Zhuo County given to me by God. Qianliju, have any of you ever taken it seriously? How many people are secretly making fun of my father and son during the spring plowing this year? People?" Zhang San scolded everyone around him until they were stunned. Seeing that everyone realized their mistake, he said slowly.
"The person who tied the bell needs to be untied. Go and apologize to Mrs. Li. There is also a quarrel with Mrs. Li in the beginning of this year that made her sick. You don't need my advice on what to do." After receiving the instructions, the villagers nodded immediately. I ran home with a smile to prepare gifts.
The next day, Zhang Liang's house was surrounded by villagers giving gifts. The woman who had quarreled with Mr. Li knelt down in front of Zhang Liang's mother and son in front of everyone, and said that she was blind. He began to slap his mouth wildly, crying and begging Zhang's mother to forgive him.
From then on, Li's heartache disappeared, and Zhang Liang also taught everyone in Zhangjia Village the secret recipe to increase production. When harvesting heavy grains, everyone respected the boy as a god.
