The indescribable Taoist Lord

"Last night there was clouds and snow, and it was so destructive that all the straw was withered..."

Zhang San hummed a song that was widely sung in villages and towns all over the country, and was busy in the house, while alertly pricking up his ears and listening to the conversation between Zhang Qinghe and his mother.

The scalding boiling water was burning on the fire, and bursts of white steam rose up, adding some warmth to the leaky house.

After he boiled the pot of water, he took out a few pottery bowls from the cupboard, poured the hot soup into them, and hurriedly planned to go to the adjacent room to tidy up the quilt.

However, when Zhang Qing heard this song, he frowned and didn't know what he was thinking of. But he is dead in his heart after all, and even if he has some troubles about this matter, it is difficult to express it after all - it is not that everything has nothing to do with him, but now he no longer knows how to live as long as possible. Is there any reason to move forward?

He used to think that... he could at least give light to the people in this great world on the way of seeking. This was the mission given to him by some great people.

However, the road ahead he thought seemed to be broken now, and the mountain he relied on now seemed to be nothing.

Although there are people walking side by side, they are still groping for perfection. There is fog in front of and behind them. Where can I find a boat that can ferry people?

...But after all, he is still a human being. As a human being, there are contradictions and struggles. Although he hesitates about his own future, he still has the instinct to worry and care about everything.

This can be regarded as some manifestation of his soft and waxy temperament.

So he ignored Zhang's accountability and embarrassment and focused on the piece of music sung by Zhang San'er...

"This song..."

Zhang Qinghe was also sitting, turning to look at the little child who was holding the quilt and leaving. The milky and fair face was very childish. Seeing Zhang Qinghe calling him to stop, Zhang San looked a little stunned.

"Does the official think San'er sings well? Then you should ask the right person. Even Uncle He thinks San'er sings very methodically and is a good candidate for a famous actor!"

Zhang San looked very happy when he saw Zhang Qinghe, who had always been indifferent, reacting to his music. Children naturally cannot restrain their emotions, so a smile appeared on his round face.

Zhang Qinghe looked a little dazed - he remembered the baby who was stabbed through the heart and lungs by his sword in Lantian County hundreds of years later.

Naturally, he is not as smart as Zhang San, but his temperament is the same, and the smile between his eyebrows is also expressive. Reminding me of the regret of being powerless at that time, I sighed again and made a decision.

"You...sing it again, and sing the whole part..."

Zhang Qinghe waved and called him to come to him.

Zhang San quickly put the clothes into the room, then jumped all the way to Zhang Qinghe with an excited look on his face.

The little child then put on his posture and straightened his face, which was in slight contrast with the still young and frail body, and walked up and sang -

"The clouds were snowed last night, and the straw was withered. Looking around, the jade was crushed into pieces, making the sky and the earth white.

Xu is a guest from the palace. In the past three days, they have been coming down one after another, patrolling the shuttle, extending their longevity and blessings, and giving them gifts..."

as expected……

Zhang Qinghe frowned upon hearing this.

"Why is this?"

Ms. Zhang, who was lying ill, looked a little confused when she saw Zhang Qinghe's unusual behavior——

She originally thought that Zhang Qinghe would argue with her about Jiang Zuo again, but she just listened to Zhang San sing a piece of music, and her mood, which was not concerned about anything at first, became slightly disturbed.

Zhang Qinghe stretched out his plain hand from Mianma's bloated sleeves, raised it up, and stopped Zhang's questioning. He didn't care whether he was polite or not, and asked with a raised eyebrow -

"Who taught you this?"

"Ah...this is "Straw Song". The official has never heard of it?"

Zhang San seemed a little surprised, and then he seemed to think of something and explained in detail.

"I forgot that the officials came from outside, but now this song has been spread all over the villages in ten miles and eight villages, and the men with some knowledge can chant it several times.

It's just that there are two different opinions on whether to adjust it or not. "

Tong'er thought about it again, maybe Zhang Qing and Yi Yu asked about the origin of this song, or maybe they were amazed by the lyrics.

After all, Uncle He said that the powerful people in the county also like to see the joys and sorrows from this song. Even if they are gods, they are still the same.

"As I mentioned to the officials before, there is a class called Ruyi who is most famous for singing the "Straw Song".

From the boss to the corner, everyone in this class was born in poverty. They performed charity performances in poor places to spread money, and went to wealthy places to set up platforms to raise funds. They were very popular among the people.

By the way, the officials arrived just in time. If the officials wanted to meet, they would be arriving at Zhangjia Village in a few days.

By the way, the official, the old villager said that I am a talented person. He will make peace with me and let me find a teacher in the Ruyi class, so that I can have the funds to go to the county to treat my mother's illness! "

Zhang San’s eyes were shining, and his eyes were clear, full of longing for the future——

Not only can he do what he likes, but he can also solve the embarrassment at home. For him, as a young child, joining the Ruyi class is the time when he can realize his greatest value.

This kind of light made Zhang Qinghe's eyes a little moved by the dead silence, but it was not enough to cause much disturbance in his heart.

"So, everyone in the village has listened to this "Straw Song"?"

"Yes, even the dignitaries from neighboring counties praised it!"

Zhang Qinghe's face became darker after hearing this, but since he was expressionless, the change was not significant, so he turned to the uninformed Zhang and said -

"You just watch him leave?"

Zhang Qinghe vaguely felt that Zhang San's secrets were closely related to Zhang San. Naturally, she protected Zhang San very well. Zhang San had never had any contact with matters related to spiritual practice.

"Why...you are still putting on such a ridiculous face, why did you rush to find him because you didn't want to see him engaging in a lowly career and performing on stage?

Ahem... As long as he likes it, if you want to stop me, even though I'm like a candle, I may not be able to... Ahem..."

Zhang had already imagined that Zhang Qinghe was a visitor from Jiangzuo, and his words were as sharp as ever. She couldn't figure out the man's purpose, so she could only look at Zhang Qinghe warily.

However, she was reassured - these people were good-looking and did not want others to gossip about their own insensitivity. They always acted with that ridiculous "thoroughness" in handling things, and they would definitely not do anything to hurt Zhang San.

"Officials, mother, what are you..."

Zhang San looked at Zhang Qinghe, who was hostile to Zhang Qinghe, and saw Zhang Qinghe who had no reaction and seemed not to care about Zhang's words, and felt a little at a loss.

After a while... Zhang Qinghe, who had been silent for a long time, ignored Zhang and spoke directly to Zhang San——

"The theater team can't cure your mother's disease."