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Lu Zhengkang felt the violent vibration, just like a boat floating in the middle of the ocean.

He tried to open his eyes. Of course, it was not difficult. He did it. Half of the stars and moon and a woman's face were in his eyes.

Lu Zhengkang can only see her jaw, but this woman has two jaws.

A man said, "lady, just stay here. Just put Dezhang in the pavilion. In the middle of the night, there will be martial monks and monks smearing and carrying water. You will see Li Er then." His Central Plains accent is very strong, but his tone is not generous at all.

Lu Zhengkang looked at the stars for a while and felt that his eyelids were heavy. He simply closed his eyes.

The woman holding him said sadly, "the child won't catch cold in the middle of the night, will he?" Wu Nong's soft language sounds a bit like a song. It's clear and graceful, like birds singing on the branches in spring.

"It's very hot now. It's cool at night. Just wrap the swaddling clothes tightly." The man's tone was a little hasty, "hurry up, lady..."

Lu Zhengkang was tired and sleepy.

In a trance, the woman, the mother of her own life, breastfeed herself for the last time.

Sweet juice, sliding into the tender belly, carved in the bone, is a sad memory.

After sleeping for a long time, Lu Zhengkang was awakened by the sound of footsteps again.

When you open your eyes, you can see all the shiny bald heads. These light bulb heads can give back ten times the brightness of the world through the sparse moonlight. It's really admirable.

"Brother Liaokong, have a look! Another child is left behind by his cruel parents! " An excited baritone began to gush, "if you want me to say, the world is not as good as it used to be. At that time, the government was in charge of it. At least the people in Songshan could live and work in peace and contentment..."

"Come on, Le'an, monks are clean. Don't talk about these useless things." Another monk stopped baritone's long speech.

"Oh, well, but..."

"Ah, ah, ah! Stop! Stop! No, but A clever voice came through.

"Why can't I say something?"

"Why don't you practice closed mouth Zen, Leanne?"

"How can you have the heart to keep me silent..."

Lu Zhengkang knew that whether he could live or not depended on the outcome of these monks' discussion, so he insisted on not sleeping.

The more the monks talked, the happier they were. The more they talked, the more lively they were. They started to shout and argue with each other. They were like flies in a butcher's shop in summer. When they heard that Lu Zhengkang had a splitting headache.

All of a sudden, there was a thunderous shout outside the pavilion: "what are you talking about! Hurry to fetch water for me! If you don't fill the kitchen water tank before dawn, you'll copy all the Scriptures a hundred times! "

" Ouch! "

"Mother!"

"It's martial uncle jueguang!"

"Slip away!"

These unreliable monks ran away with buckets clanging.

Lu Zhengkang "

he opened his eyes reluctantly, but saw a black egg with too much bittern.

"Another miserable child, alas! Forget it. Follow me, the old bald ass, and be a little bald ass at ease Jueguang picked up his swaddling clothes and used his lightness skills to rush to the temple.

When Lu Zhengkang heard the wind blowing by his ears, he seemed to be sitting on a ball, up and down, bumping and bumping. Finally, he couldn't stand the sleepiness and fell asleep again.

……

Wake up again, but start a new life.

It's still a little difficult to support small babies. Shaolin Temple has adopted many abandoned babies, so they went to Jianchuan town nearby and hired some old women to help take care of the children.

In order to avoid suspicion, the baby was raised in a small courtyard outside the temple. There were several young monks guarding it, and some jackals, tigers and leopards were spared.

Lu Zhengkang is the most clever child. After all, he doesn't cry or make noise, and he is cute. Therefore, he is most popular with those old women. These middle-aged and old women bring hot milk or rice porridge, and they work in three shifts, one by one to feed the children, and they are very patient. In their view, this is to accumulate virtue and do good deeds. Of course, they have to be paid.

Although the monks built Buddhist statues and were worshipped by incense, they looked very rich. On the one hand, Shaolin is a Zen sect, not a pure land sect, so they are relatively poor. On the other hand, most of the money on hand is used to buy medicinal materials, renovate courtyards, and whitewash gold bodies. Therefore, these bald donkeys are very poor. In fact, the rewards they give women are open bracelets and hand copied scriptures.

When Lu Zhengkang listened to the chatting of these tattered women, he knew that they would sell these bright ornaments at a good price to subsidize their families.

The tourism economy is in a continuous line.

Later generations who go to temples will always buy some so-called enlightened Buddhist beads and so on. Ordinary things can be sold at exorbitant high prices. I really don't know whether the believers are devout, whether the monks can do business, or whether they are willing to fight each other.

……

The brain of a young baby is very active and immature. Active is active in development, and naive is also immature in development.So Lu Zhengkang has a lot of time to sleep, occupying most of the day.

Now, without the dream world of insects, his dream has become an ordinary dream, and his sleep is just for sleep.

Everything goes back to the simple and ordinary days.

Sometimes he woke up in the middle of the night. He was so hungry that he couldn't sleep. He just looked at the moonlight leaking in the window of the wing room.

The night wind blowing in the mountains, the clattering of the leaves, and the chirping of the cicada make the artistic conception of summer completely clear.

The small pond in the courtyard is very lively. Although Lu Zhengkang can't see the pool with his own eyes, he can hear the whispers of duckweed collision, the dreamy words of water lily, the sound of dragonflies, and the sound of toads entering the water.

Lu Zhengkang can only enjoy a short period of tranquility, because there are always other children who wake up in the middle of the night. They cry out and destroy all the beautiful scenery.

Lying on the mat, the woman in the vigil was startled by the loud cry, holding a bean oil lamp to appease the babies one by one.

If they wake up all the children, they won't have to go to bed at night.

Lu Zhengkang always takes the opportunity to ask for something to eat. Children can't be hungry, which will affect their development.

After several times, the old ladies are also familiar with Lu Zhengkang's temperament. Even if he doesn't take the initiative to shout, he will see if he is awake in the middle of the night.

Time flows little by little. Soon, autumn comes, and the water level of the pond in the yard drops. This small world is more sensitive than the big world, and it goes silent early.

When the weather turned cold, the monks brought their own cotton quilts, the windows were covered with paper to block the cold wind, and the night watchmen also folded up the floor and lay on the narrow Kang.

At the end of autumn, there were several more babies in the house where Lu Zhengkang lived. Now there are twenty-one children living in a place less than thirty square meters.