80s Taoism

　　 Zhang Biaohua went round the street several times, but he didn't think of a way to get rich quickly. The navy is not omnipotent. Now everyone regards the Meishan magic as a feudal superstition, even if Zhang Jiahua wants to make money with this, it is very difficult.

　　 Besides, Zhang Jiaohua is too young. There are also many people in the countryside looking for immortals and fate. I heard that there was a fairy in Baxian Bridge in Gezhuping Town. Someone in Meizitang asked the immortal. I heard that this immortal was really powerful. Anyone who passed by, as long as she reported her name and birth date, she would be able to go to the underworld and call out the dead relatives of that person. It's not bad at all. I heard that the incense is very prosperous. The fairy man's man set up a small stall outside, selling paper money, incense, candles and other sacrifices. The selling price is naturally different from the outside price. Buying sacrifices from him is equivalent to getting tickets. It doesn't need to spend a penny to ask the fairy inside. But the average person has to give the fairy a red envelope after asking.

　　 This kind of thing, Zhang Jiahua naturally understands what is going on. This is not a fairy, but just overcast. As an old Taoist priest, Meishan navy master would naturally not put such a trail in his eyes. Moreover, being overcast will damage your life. What Master Mei Shanshui said to repair is also the right way. Although the navy division is a branch of the Taoist sect. But the influence is also quite wide. Naturally, he is very disdainful of A Duwu, who is struggling to damage his life to earn some life or not to bring death.

　　 Zhang called the flower but felt very regretful. He knew that even if he learned from others at home, he was rolling all over the floor. Not many people will believe it. In short, this too road will not work.

　　 It's possible to show people the premises and find dragons and acupuncture points. But Meizitang can't repair a few houses throughout the year. And the whole Meizi'ao Village, all year round, it is just a few futile incidents. If Zhang Biaohua points to these two items to make money, it is estimated that he will not even make money for a paper bag of candy a day.

　　 "Oh. It's hard to make money!" Zhang Jiaohua sat on the threshold, looking at the village slowly sinking into night. The mountain leopard got under Zhang Jiahua's crotch and lay down quietly, his eyes seemingly closed.

Liu Qiaoye couldn't help but chuckled, "You are a little kid like Lin Daiyu. Why didn't you turn on the TV to watch. When you didn't buy a TV, I heard you call to buy a TV every day. Now the TV is bought back, you I don't like watching it again."

　　 "If you don't go to Guangdong, take me at home. I don't need a TV." Zhang Jiaohua said with a pouting mouth.

"Why are you talking about this again? Don't you have to go after the New Year? Baby, my parents are working in Guangdong for your own good. You see more and more people in the village are going to work in Guangdong. Guangdong can make money. There is gold everywhere, like picking it up. My parents are not lazy, but they stay in Meiziao, and they don’t even have money to buy good clothes for the baby. During the Chinese New Year, other people’s babies wear new clothes. Let’s The cubs in the family can only wear patch clothes. In the future, when the cubs ask for a wife, they will have small foreign houses. Your aunt Yinxiu’s cousin has been working in Guangdong for a few years, and he is ready to go home to build a foreign building. My mother made money and came back to build a small western-style building." Liu Qiaoye has been depressed after he learned that the cub knew that his parents were going to work in Guangdong. My own cubs are not the same as other children, because they have encountered too many things, in the past six months, they seem to have suddenly become an adult. She felt a little distressed.

"Mother, golden nest, silver nest, not as good as my own kennel. I don’t think my family is poor, and I’m not afraid of hardship. I just want you not to leave me alone at home like a child without parents. Like. Other people's children without a mother are like grass, why do I have a mother or are they like grass?" Zhang Jiaohua whispered, and finally, the voice was almost inaudible.

　　 Liu Qiaoye didn't speak any more, and picked up the cub, the tears in his eyes were already gurgling out like the water in the Blue Snake Creek.

　　 Meiziao night is like water, and the mountain village is like a song at night. Chen Dianzi in the opposite mountain sang the song of Dianzi on the mountain col again.

"I sang the pancake pot (song) for the first time, and saw that rock crust rolled uphill! Loach eyes dripped on the tops of maple trees, and magpie nests in the mud. The cows drove the rake on their shoulders, and the rice shoveled the **** and rake. Wash the corn on the rapids! The rakes are overthrown and dragged up!..."

　　 Chen Dianzi was called out by the entire Meiziao people for a lifetime. I don't know if anyone still remembers his name. If it weren't for Chen Dingzi's elegant name and his surname, I'm afraid no one really knows his surname.

　　Of course, no one in the generation of Zhang Jiahua knows the story of Chen Dianzi, but they all know that this Dianzi can sing. Meishan's folk songs, without him, would not be able to sing. Chen Dianzi seldom sings now. Not knowing what was going on tonight, he ran to the mountain again to sing.

　　 "Mother, Chen Dianzi's singing is quite good." Zhang Jiaohua was finally distracted by Chen Dianzi's singing.

　　 "Well. Chen Dianzi only sang well when he was young." Liu Qiaoye smiled.

　　 "Then why did he become a lunatic?" Zhang Jiaohua asked puzzledly.

　　 "I have been epileptic for many years, and I don't know how he is epileptic. Maybe I must know the people in Menshan." Liu Qiaoye shook his head.

　　 "Then he is crazy, how can he still sing?" Zhang Jiaohua's curiosity was aroused.

　　 Zhang Youping came back from the outside barefoot with a **** on his back.

　　 "It's dark, why are you still sitting on the threshold?"

"You cub listen to Chen Dianzi singing folk songs. Keep asking me questions. Break the casserole and ask to the end. Cub, ask your father. Your father must know about Chen Dianzi." Liu Qiaoye quickly handed over the problem. man.

Zhang Youping put the **** at the back of the house, then walked over and picked up the cubs, "Come here, your father's folk songs can be sung very well. It is much better than Chen Dianzi's singing. Back then, Dad was just a folk song. Marry mother back."

　　 "The sun sets and falls again, and Shao Kei washes the rice and rubs it with her hands. I want to stay for dinner, and the sieve is closed and there are many eyes..."

　　The people in the mountains are all good singers~www.wuxiahere.com~ can't sing a few words, I'm so embarrassed to go out. You can't get in even if you marry a woman.

　　 "Father, my master also taught me to sing. I'll sing it for you, okay?"

　　 Zhang Youping laughed and shouted toward the back room, "Ms.m., come over and listen. Cubs are going to sing folk songs for me."

　　 Liu Qiaoye giggled and walked out.

　　 Zhang Jiahua cleared his throat and sang very seriously:

　　 To sing, you must know the book of the song, the branches and leaves know the deep roots,

　　 The singer is originally named Zhang, and the singer is named Zhang.

　　 The immortal surnamed Zhang picks up the songbook and pats it with heavy burdens.

　　 sing along the way, the singing is seven inches deep.

　　 Take a boat across the river at the ferry, and drop a basket of floating river hearts.

　　 Luban Zhang Liang came to pick it up, and the two carried them up to Cangshan Ridge.

　　 A yellow wind blows on July 7, blowing away the songbook and flying in the sky.

　　Look at Niu Yazi picking up a copy, riding on the back of the ox to sing Sanchun;

　　 The monk and Taoist pick up a copy, and the altar acts as a flower scatterer;

　　 The witch **** man picks up a book, and uses the divine divination as a flower text;

　　Farmer Tanaka picks up a copy and sings in the four seasons to promote the sun and spring;

　　 Da Yu I picked up a copy and put it on the Internet to listen to the fish;

　　 The woodcutter's medicine hand picks up a copy.

　　 Xingge Hui during the Dragon and Han Dynasty, repairing the karaoke hall during the Ziwu year,

　　Song books are three thousand and seven hundred, and there are eighty-seven thousand songs,

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