Rebirth of the Wild Age - chapter 680

A bus was driving in the southwest mountainous area, with nearly ten men and women sitting in the bus.

Peng Shengli, who once ate cold buns secretly on the roof of the dormitory, has already become a successful person. When I came out to play, everyone was dressed casually. Only Peng Shengli had a suit and leather shoes. Dressing up was like going to a business negotiation.

In Ding Ming’s words, work is a suit, vacation is a suit, a date is a suit, traveling or a suit, Lao Peng almost sleeps in a suit.

Perhaps this is a kind of compensation for the bad boyhood. When drinking and dinner last night, facing the ridicule of old friends, Peng Shengli said through Jiu Jin, “When I was a child, there was not even a TV in the village. I watched it for the first time. The suit was worn by the teacher who came to the village to teach. At that time, I felt so energetic and wanted to have one in my dreams. But it was not until I graduated from college and was taken to work at Sogou by the old Ding, that I bought my first suit in my life. Psychological compensation It’s okay, it’s stinking, anyway, I think wearing a suit is very handsome, and the whole person is full of power.”

Zhou Zhengyu’s mouth was still so bad, he laughed and said, “The insurance sellers think so too.”

Peng Shengli smiled and didn’t answer, but his wife was sitting next to him and looked at Zhou Zhengyu with dissatisfaction.

Yes, Peng Shengli is married. His wife is his hometown, and the two of them are neighboring villages. They knew each other when they were in junior high school. They are currently a teacher in a certain elementary school in Beijing. Last year, they tentatively discussed the evidence without any notice. They only re-organized it once when they returned to their hometown during the Chinese New Year to invite relatives and neighbors in their respective villages to have a wedding wine.

Li Yaolin also brought his wife this time, and threw the children with his parents. The main purpose was to reminisce about the past with his old friends, not to come back to participate in the 100th Anniversary Celebration.

Ding Ming’s doctoral girlfriend has been officially upgraded to a wife, and is currently staying in the capital with a big belly, and is taken care of by his mother-in-law. One is a busy company president, and the other is a student who only has cells in his eyes. He doesn’t bother to hold a wedding in that way. He plans to go to honeymoon and get married after the child is weaned.

At this time, several women chatted together in the car.

Lin Zhuoyun unexpectedly shares a common language with his wife Peng Shengli, and both are interested in literature. In contrast, Li Yaolin’s wife always talks about trivial things and loves to talk about gossip with colleagues in the work unit, which really makes Lin Zhuoyun uninterested. In order to avoid neglecting each other, Lin Zhuoyun deliberately talked about the problem of children’s education. As expected, Li Yaolin’s wife confronted Lin Zhuoyun’s brainwaves and began to discuss how to correct the children’s mistakes.

Singing videos are fermented on the Internet. Although the topic is extremely hot, Lin Zhuoyun hasn’t really been exposed. Because the official video of the Fudan School of Social Affairs and Political Science was not uploaded to the Internet at all, all that was thrown up were fuzzy versions taken by students on their mobile phones.

Lin Zhuoyun was finally recognized when a student uploaded a close-up photo.

An internet writer under the banyan tree was very surprised to post on the Tianya forum, he also linked the photo passed by the student, and posted a few group photos saying “It’s unbelievable. I actually met Song Weiyang’s wife—there is a photo. Proof. These group photos were taken when the authors under Banyan Tree had an offline gathering. At that time, everyone didn’t know her true identity, only that she was the editor-in-chief of the magazine under Banyan Tree, and was a famous website under Banyan Tree. Senior author…”

Then Lin Zhuoyun’s cell phone was blown up, and many authors, including Ning Caishen, Lu Jinbo, etc., called her to verify. Ning Caishen even became suspicious, and asked the author of “Three-Body” Zenith Stars if it was Song Weiyang, and when the novel would be renewed!

Immediately afterwards, people kept visiting the magazine, wanting to seek commercial cooperation with Lin Zhuoyun, so Lin Zhuoyun ran over to travel with Song Weiyang.

“Is it coming soon?” Ding Ming asked, looking at the mountain.

An old farmer drove a donkey cart oncoming, Song Weiyang asked the driver to stop, sticking his head out of the car window and asking, “My fellow, how can I get to Shanshenmiao Village?”

“Huh! Huh!”

The old farmer pulled on the reins to brake, and replied with a strong accent, “There are still more than ten or twenty miles ahead, and I have been walking along the county road. When I reach the town, I change to the mechanical farming road to Bamen Village. Temple Village.”

“Thanks, fellow,” Song Weiyang threw out a cigarette, “Next!”

The old farmer is like a martial arts master catching a dart, and holding the cigarette with incomparable precision. He glanced at the trademark on the filter and found that he didn’t recognize the brand, so he slipped the cigarette behind his ear and started the donkey cart with a whip to “drink…drink!”

The bus continued to move forward, and the friends from the city seemed to be very interested in the donkey cart, so they started talking.

After driving off the county road, the bumpy machine-plowed road almost overturned the bus. This is nothing. The broken machine farm road can only go to Bamen Village. If you continue to move on, there is only a small road up the mountain. Everyone must abandon their cars and walk.

Shanshenmiao Village is where Nie Daxian lives now.

The Shanshen Temple is the front view of the abbot Nie Daxian.

The mountain road here is not steep, and there is even a roadbed two to three meters wide.

This roadbed was built during the land reform in the 1950s. The government guided the villagers to flatten their tombs and open up wasteland, and then expanded the two-foot-wide mountain road into a two-meter-wide dirt road. It is a pity that Shanshenmiao Village is too far away, and there is almost no motor vehicle access. After a few decades, only the roadbed is left, with weeds growing on both sides, and only the mountain trail in the middle is exposed.

Everyone walked in the mountains for more than 40 minutes, and suddenly heard a sound from the front.

Turning around the mountain col, it was men and women who were carrying their shoulders to build roads under the scorching sun. The weeds and trees on the side of the road have been cleared away, and the place where it collapsed was built with strips of stones, and the women squatted to pave gravel blocks on the road.

Zhou Zhengyu carried a bottle of Coke and asked, “My fellow villager, is it Shanshenmiao Village ahead?”

“Right.” A man with a sledgehammer nodded.

Zhou Zhengyu asked again, “Do you know Nie Jun? He is a Taoist priest.”

The man suddenly grinned, “Mr. Nie’s friend, he is in the village. You follow the ones who move the rocks back, and you can get to the village in 40 or 50 minutes.”

What the **** is Teacher Nie?

Several villagers came over with a wheelbarrow, unloaded the rubble from the cart, and then turned back to the village, Song Weiyang and the others hurriedly followed.

All kinds of talks along the way, these villagers praised Teacher Nie as a good person, but they didn’t know why a Taoist priest became a teacher.

The little friends have weakened their legs and finally come to the village.

In fact, all the way along the way belonged to the boundaries of Shanshenmiao Village. The so-called “village” is where the village committee is located. The terrain is flatter and the farmers are more densely populated.

“Fuck, it’s such a big temple!” Li Yaolin said in surprise.

It’s really big, and there is actually a majestic temple in this deep mountain.

The gate of the temple is built with fine stones, and the three characters “Mountain Temple” can be vaguely seen. The wall is more than two meters high, but many places have collapsed. The inside and outside of the wall have even been reclaimed into vegetable plots to grow summer vegetables such as cucumbers.

Before entering the temple, you can hear the sound of reading.

Two ritual doors, four pillars.

On the two pillars of the first gate, signs such as “Shanshenmiao Village Villagers Committee” are hung. On the two pillars of the second gate, there are couplets. The upper Lian says that they chase tigers and wolves three thousand miles away, and the lower Lian says that there are millions of people in the neighborhood.

This couplet is carved on two phoebe boards, the gold paint has been weathered and mottled. When I get closer, I can see all kinds of graffiti of children, such as “Wang Chao is a big idiot” under the three words “Three Thousand Miles”; another example is “Millions of Homes” with a picture next to it. There was steaming shit, and there was a stickman peeing on the shit.

The side halls on both sides of Yimen were used as village committee offices, accounting rooms, and so on.

Passing through the Yimen, I immediately saw a flagpole with a five-star red flag fluttering in the wind.

The main hall dedicated to the mountain **** was directly converted into a classroom, and a sign-Shanshenmiao Village Primary School was hung at the door.

Song Weiyang stepped on the stone steps and came to the front of the hall, only to see that the main idol of the main hall still existed, staring straight ahead. There should be other idols on both sides, but they were removed long ago, leaving only a few stone foundations.

There are rows of desks in the hall, with a blackboard on each side of the wall.

Nie Jun has a beard and a scumbag, wearing a t-shirt, a pair of shorts, and stepping on slippers. He is standing in front of the blackboard on the left teaching Chinese. The students in the rows on the right are writing math homework with their backs to Nie Jun.

Feeling someone coming at the door, Nie Jun turned to look, smiled and said to the students, “Copy the new words taught today 10 times.”

The students were not surprised either. Some children copied new words carefully, while others looked curiously at the visitors.

“Why are you here?” Nie Jun stepped out in his slippers.

Zhou Zhengyu threw the Coke in his hand and asked, “Aren’t you talking about being a Taoist priest? Why did you come to be a rural teacher?”

“Catch the duck on the shelf.” Nie Jun smiled bitterly.

It turned out that according to Nie Jun’s investigation and research, this mountain temple was built in the middle page of the Qing Dynasty.

The ancestors of the villagers were all Li Dingguo’s subordinates. After the defeat, they lived and settled here. After more than a hundred years of breeding, the village became more and more prosperous, and there were heirs of poetry and books, and finally a high official was born during the Qianlong period.

This mountain temple was built by a high official. The mountain **** enshrined in the main hall is actually the famous king of the Qing Dynasty, Li Dingguo, and the other gods are all Li Dingguo’s subordinates. There are even other side halls. The Niangniang Temple is dedicated to Li Dingguo’s concubine. It was previously converted into a classroom, but due to fewer and fewer students, the Niangniang Temple has been abandoned, and now it has become Nie Jun’s study.

The abbots of Shanshen Temple were all held concurrently by the village chief (patriarch). During the Anti-Japanese War, the mountain temple was also lent to the guerrillas as a barracks, so there was a sensation of incense in New China. Not only was it not demolished, but it was recognized as an authentic temple. However, the abbot of the mountain temple can no longer be concurrently served by the village party secretary and village chief, and must be a Taoist priest with a Taoist certificate.

Later, the village committee requisitioned several side halls of Yimen for office, and Shanshen Hall and Niangniang Hall were used as classrooms.

No matter what, there has always been an abbot in the mountain temple, and this abbot has always had an official Taoist book.

Nie Jun said, “I discovered this mountain temple from the list of the Taoist Association. It felt strange at the time, so I ran to take a look and wrote the research on the mountain temple as a graduation thesis. Here is the New China An abbot was a guerrilla with wounded and lame. The second-generation abbot was the son of a guerrilla. He is currently lying in the ward of the county hospital. The third-generation abbot is me.”

“I asked why you became a teacher?” Zhou Zhengyu said.

Nie Jun said, “This is a broken place, and the young people who support education can’t keep it. The old principal died last year, and I can only take over temporarily.”

Ding Ming asked, “You plan to teach here all the time?”

“It won’t take a few years to teach,” Nie Jun smiled. “A few years ago, the policy of relocating and merging schools was introduced. According to regulations, such rural primary schools should be abolished and merged into township middle schools collectively. Some students have already gone to the town center school to study. There are only more than 30 students left in the mountain, so the classroom on the side of the Empress Hall was abandoned.”

Li Yaolin’s wife asked, “Why don’t these 30 students leave?”

Nie Jun said, “From here to the town to study, adults have to walk at least three and a half hours. When children encounter rain and the road is slippery, it is normal to walk four or five hours to school. Those children who go to the town to study are in the middle of the night. I have to wake up at three or four o’clock and it’s already o’clock when I arrive at school. After school in the afternoon, it’s at night when I go home. I walk for more than seven and a half hours every day, and I spend half of the time walking in the dark.”

“Can’t you live on campus?” Ding Ming asked.

Nie Jun said, “The school in the town only has teachers’ dormitories. Except for some children with amazing talents and hard work, students from other villages go to the town to study, and their grades are very poor, because they don’t even have time to do homework every day. On the way to school in the dark, there are only a few students with flashlights, and most students can only use torches. The conditions are too difficult, and the parents of these 30 students must continue to stay in the village to study. The leaders of the county education bureau will come personally. There is no way to mobilize and school.”

Zhou Zhengyu said in disbelief, “It’s so special since 2005, and there are still such backward villages in China!”

“To get rich, build roads first,” Nie Jun said with a treacherous smile. “I told the village director that it is okay to let Lao Tzu teach as a substitute. You must fix the road down the mountain within two years~www.mtlnovel.com~ Otherwise Lao Tzu Just leave. You must have seen it when you came. Many villagers are building roads.”

Everyone stopped talking, and looked at Nie Jun silently, as if they wanted to know this person again.

Nie Jun looked like a vagrant at this time. Although his hair was in a bun, his style was very casual, and he used a bamboo chopstick as a hairpin. Dirty t-shirts and shorts showed messy leg hair, slippers were wet with sweat on the soles of the feet, and his face was covered with scum, and he hadn’t shaved for at least a week.

He stood at the entrance of the main hall just like that. In the distance behind him was the statue of Li Dingguo who was entrusted as a mountain god. The sun seemed to shine on him.

Song Weiyang thought of Fudan’s unofficial school motto.

Perhaps, this unruly worldly fellow in front of him really contains a “free and useless soul” in his body.

Freedom is not loose, but to make your own choices and bear all its consequences.

Uselessness is the self-deprecating of Fudan students, not because it is useless, but not pursuing utilitarianism.

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