80s Taoism

"How about here?" Standing on Heiyanling, Zhang Jiaohua shouted loudly against the wind.

"It's beautiful! It would be nice if I could live in such a beautiful place forever!" Ji Jiaxin also shouted loudly.

Heiyanling is the highest mountain near Meizi'ao. Standing on top of Heiyanling, one can overlook the beautiful scenery of Meizi'ao. With the rolling green tea gardens, picturesque pastoral scenery, and fresh air, you can feel relaxed and happy standing here. How not to make people yearn for?

"Humans always think that what they can't see is the most beautiful. You said that everyone is desperately exploring the universe, thinking that the most beautiful picture is hidden in the depths of the universe. Science and technology are getting more and more advanced, but they didn't expect to get away from their original heart. Going farther and farther. With enough food and clothing, you can meet your needs, and you can let go of everything to pursue happiness. But now, everyone has material demands that can never be satisfied. Everyone lives very tired. Why don't they? I know, sitting on the top of this mountain, whether you have money or no money, you can see the most beautiful scenery." I don’t know if Ji Jiaxin sighed, or said to Zhang Jiahua. She has been yelling against the wilderness. The sound was blown away by the wind in an instant.

Zhang Jiahua faced the wind, closed his eyes, and shouted: "I don't know. I only know that I am happy now and can put everything down."

The two were crazy and kept shouting on the top of the mountain. When the sun was about to set, the sky was full of red clouds, and the afterglow reflected Meizi'ao in the dreamlike scenery, then walked along the curved path to Meizitang.

"Zhang Biaohua, I will remember today." Ji Jiaxin looked at Zhang Biaohua, no longer the nine-year-old eyes. Two boys and girls of eighteen and nineteen, their eyes entangled in the sunset.

Before he walked out of Meishan, Zhang Jiaohua found the mute hiding in the woods.

"Dumb. Why are you hiding there?" Zhang Jiaohua shouted.

The dumb man twisted out of the bushes and said, "I saw that it was getting dark, and I was afraid that you would forget the time. I came here to pick you up. I was afraid that I would disturb you."

The meaning of dumb is naturally obvious, and Zhang Jiaohua smiled.

Ji Jiaxin also smiled. If it was Xu Xiaoting, she might be blushing with her mute words. Ji Jiaxin smiled openly and changed the subject naturally: "Call a flower, he can talk, how do you call him dumb?"

"His ears were not very good when he was a child, and he stuttered. Later, his ears got better and his stuttering gradually changed. But everyone has become accustomed to calling this name." Zhang Jiaohua smiled.

"What are you used to, it's obviously that you are used to it alone. Now everyone has changed their mouths to call me Zhang Gengban. But you still call me dumb." The dumb muttered.

"That's OK, I will change my tongue later. But I don't know if I can change it or not." Zhang Jiaohua sneered.

"I know." The dumb didn't have much hope for Zhang to change his mouth. Anyway, he is used to this nickname. Sometimes it sounds a little warm.

"Gengban, you want to become a professional player in the future. This name is not loud enough, it's a bit too earthy. How about I give you a good name?" Zhang Jiaohua asked.

"Forget it. Just the name is fine. If you give me Ahuang Ahua, I will be even more uncomfortable." The dumb couldn't help but chuckle when he said that.

Ji Jiaxin clearly understood the meaning of the word "flower" and giggled.

"Dumb!" Zhang Jiahua's voice increased a few decibels.

"Calling flowers, I really didn't laugh at you." The dumb hurriedly told mercy.

"Dumb, don't pretend to be honest. I don't know you yet? The most slippery!" Zhang Jiaohua has become accustomed to his "flower" name. If you really change a name, you won't get used to it. When others laugh, they laugh, but he doesn't care anymore. If I was a child, I would have already beaten the dumb man to the ground at this time.

Just when a few people left Meishan to go to Zhang Jiaohua's house, the mountain song rang.

"Folk songs are easy to sing, but the mouth is hard to open, the bayberry is delicious and the tree is hard to plant; the white rice is delicious and the field is hard to make, and the fresh fish is delicious and the net is hard to open..."

Zhang Jiaohua glanced at Heiyanling and smiled: "This Chen Dianzi, why didn't you see him when he first came down?"

"This person is also from your Meizi'ao? This singing is pretty good." Ji Jiaxin asked.

"Yeah. He is from our village. Singing mountain songs is the best. Otherwise, he can fool the college students who jumped in the queue in our village back then?" said the dumb.

"This person is so powerful. Huh? Then, singing from the top, can you hear it so clearly below?" Ji Jiaxin suddenly felt embarrassed. Today, she and Zhang Jiaohua can shout all day on the mountain. I thought it would not be heard by others. Who knew that at the foot of this mountain, he could still hear the shouts from the top of the mountain clearly.

"Yeah. Heiyanling is the highest mountain near our Meizi'ao. Standing on it and shouting, the entire Meizi'ao can be heard." Zhang Jiaohua couldn't help laughing.

"Ah! Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Ji Jiaxin was a little broken, and she was fortunate in her heart. Fortunately, there were some more humiliating words that she didn't shout, otherwise things would happen.

When Zhang Jiaohua returned to the village, Zhang Manyin was grinding beans with the stone mill still preserved at home.

"Grandpa, how do you use this old stone grinder to grind beans? Isn't there an electric grinder?" Zhang Jiaohua asked puzzledly.

"You don't know. The soy milk milled with this old stone must be more delicate and more uniform. The machine always can't keep up with the manual. You haven't eaten Meiziao tofu for a long time. That guy in Enzhong now uses electric mills to make tofu. The craftsmanship passed down by his father is lost. The tofu made has long lost its original taste. You used to like oily tofu the most. Finally come back again~www.wuxiahere.com~Grandpa gives you Make handmade tofu. You can deep-fry the tofu tomorrow to make sure it will taste delicious.” Zhang Manyin pushed and grinds away while adding the beans into the grinding holes, and milky soy milk is squeezed out of the gap in the stone mill.

Zhang Jiaohua walked over: "Grandpa, take a break and I'll try."

Zhang Manyin chuckled, "I want it. See if you still remember how to polish it."

Zhang Manyin stepped aside, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took a cigarette out of it, put it under his nose and smelled it, but did not light the cigarette.

"Why don't you smoke?" Zhang Jiaohua smiled.

"Xiao Ji is here. Anyway, I am not a heavy smoker now. If I can smoke less, I should smoke as little as possible. This thing is harmful to the body. I understand all these principles." Zhang Manyin put the cigarette back in the box, and then put the cigarette box Cover it and put it back in the bag.

"Grandpa, if you can't help it anymore. Just smoke. But you should smoke less, which is harmful to your health." Ji Jiaxin said hastily.

"I listen to Xiao Ji, starting to quit smoking today." Zhang Manyin smiled. I don't know if he is serious.