Lu Ming

Chapter 61
The two young men who had never met before started chatting like this.Jiang Shisan knew at this time that he was in the Moyun Temple outside the city, and his life was saved by the "high monk" in the temple who made porridge.

After chatting for too long, he fell asleep again.

When he woke up again, it was already evening. After waking up this time, he felt much better, and his stomach began to growl normally. During the two days he was under the bridge, he no longer felt hungry. Numbness before death.

Yang Er was still busy taking care of the five sick patients in the house. When Jiang Shisan woke up, he went out to make dinner without saying a word. This time, he brought a bowl of thick porridge with fish soup.Poor Jiang Shisan wanted to eat all the bowls. After eating, he was able to sit up slowly and leaned against the wall to talk.

That night, one of the sick patients in the same room did not survive.Early the next morning, Yang Er brought a new straw mat and helped the newly recognized little brother Jiang Shisan to replace it, then wrapped the corpse in the old mat and moved it out.

At noon, Jiang Shisan still received fish soup and rice to eat.

I can't remember the last time my family ate rice. I didn't have time to feel it. Jiang Shisan, like a few fellow inmates in the same room, digged everything in the bowl into his stomach.

A few scrawny people were leaning against the wall, rubbing their slightly bulging stomachs, reminiscing about the taste of fish and meat rice, and invariably smirked.

However, the good times did not last long. After a while, a few vicious monks with short sticks came into the house. When Yang Er saw the people, he jumped up and reported a few words in the past.

Jiang Shisan and the others were getting old. Seeing this battle, they didn't wait for anyone to teach them.

The head of the monks, the big monk with a stature like a mountain, looked down at them and smiled with satisfaction: "Yes, all are good, let's take them to the 'purification'."

Later, a few of them were taken out of the house and led all the way to the back of the temple.Under the gable is a row of high and low pools stacked with bluestones, and the clear mountain spring water is led down from the mountain by thick bamboo pipes.Before the few of them could understand, they were pressed on the chairs by the monks who were there and had their heads shaved. Then, they were stripped of their clothes and shoved into the pool.

Under the hot noon sun, Jiang Shisan took a refreshing bath.After washing, they were driven into the lower pool next to them. The water in this pool was a little muddy and had a strange smell. After Jiang Shisan fluttered in the pool for a while under the order, they were finally put ashore.

Then he received a short white cloth jacket, a pair of gray cloth trousers, and a pair of straw sandals. All the tatters on his body were confiscated.

After that, each of them received another tablet the size of a finger, and after drinking it on the spot, they were considered alive and brought back.

In the evening, he received his third meal of the day, and this time it was even more plentiful, a bowl of dry rice covered with shredded fish and vegetables.After Jiang Shisan was full, he pulled Yang Er excitedly and kept asking questions. Yang Er couldn't help being entangled by him, so he told the news that he had inquired about in the past few days.

According to him, these people in the house were "fostered" by the Zen masters from Putuo Mountain in the South China Sea. The masters of Moyun Temple are considered to be recruiting disciples on behalf of their fellow disciples. After they can recite a few verses of scriptures, they will be sent there. The temple in the South China Sea has officially become a monk.

"I can't complain that I have to shave today. Thank God, we are novices this time, right? Alas, I don't know when we will receive the ultimatum." Hearing this, Jiang Shisan touched his bare scalp and reminisced about the brown rice. Scent, said excitedly.

"It's hard to say, I still need to study scriptures, and those who can't learn will go to pick soil." Yang Er returned with a sullen voice.He was not as excited as Jiang Shisan, he didn't want to become a monk, he just wanted to go back to Hangzhou to be a little thief without any worries.But he also knew that he couldn't dispel Jiang Shisan's yearning for a beautiful temple life, so he could only be secretly depressed.

"It's good to study the scriptures, the novice just wants to learn the scriptures." Jiang Shisan was already immersed in his fantasy of happiness, and he didn't notice Yang Er's depression at all.

Early the next morning, Jiang Shisan and the others were taken into a side hall. There were a lot of people sitting in it, young and old. The ground was full of bills, with sandboxes and branches on the billboards. There is also a blackboard on the wooden shelf.

It didn't take long for someone to call a name at the door: "Master Purdue is here." Hearing the call, everyone hurriedly bowed and stood up. The one who came in was a tall and thin monk wearing a cassock. The monk did not delay after entering the door. , and began to write a few simplified characters and Arabic numerals on the blackboard. After writing, the monk turned around and smiled: "Today, we will continue to study the scriptures."

Everyone has their own way of opening.

Jiang Shisan, this beggar boy from the countryside of Chuzhou, was correctly opened by the transmigrator at this moment.

He had never been to a private school, and he was ignorant of big characters. In just one morning, he silently wrote Chinese characters from one to ten on the sandbox with branches, and also wrote the corresponding Arabic numerals.It wasn't over yet. In the afternoon, he learned five new words, and then the next morning, Jiang Shisan wrote down everything he learned yesterday in the sandbox.

Jiang Shisan, who lived to be 15 years old and survived many disasters, finally had the opportunity to sit down and learn characters. He found that the so-called "scriptures" taught by the master are not complicated. , it will be remembered.

In three days, it only took three days, and the literacy speed of the teenager far surpassed his peers, which alarmed Master Purdue.After taking the exam in person in shock, the name Jiang Shisan was rated as "A" on a certain form.Even if a young man was beaten to death, he would never have imagined that he, who died of starvation yesterday, has become a "superior human being" in a certain sense today.

He will soon be able to appreciate the meaning of the phrase "knowledge changes destiny".

Jiang Shisan was then assigned to a shabby room.The shabby room is as small as it is, but it is still a single room. There are serious beds in the room, and he only lives in three people.A half-old man, and a young man in his twenties, these two dear brothers he has met in class, and they are both literate masters.

No matter what the reason, in short, in this difficult and difficult environment, people who can still read and count at a high speed undoubtedly meet the requirements of some people.Jiang Shisan soon discovered that since living in a single room, there were actually more chicken thighs and pork slices in the meals he received.

Unlike those passers-by who were assigned to work in less than two days, he now has a fixed position in the front row of the class and has received a special pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Every day, he only needs to study elementary school language carefully. The "senior monks" in class always graciously set aside time for the front row to "lecture scriptures".

(End of this chapter)