Chapter 143 Young Taoist Priest

"Quan Heng...I remember this name."

Dai Xiao said seriously: "I will come to you when I achieve results in the future."

"It's time for a lunch break! It's almost time for a lunch break!"

After Huang Xiu cleaned up the mess of lunch, he walked in and greeted:

"Everyone lie down on the desk and take a rest. We will have the energy to have a good class in the afternoon!"

The children immediately lay down obediently on the simple desks. Quan Heng stood up and left without disturbing them again.

"If you want to go to the border defense, I can ask someone in the village to take you there."

"No, we'll leave again tomorrow morning."

Quan Heng looked at the "weeds" around the school yard and suddenly said: "Prunella vulgaris, Prunella vulgaris, and Houttuynia cordata, these are indeed very common in the fields."

"Yes, they are all Chinese medicine."

Huang Xiu nodded and said:

"I originally thought that poverty alleviation would start with the transportation of Chinese herbal medicines, but domestic pharmaceutical factories rarely collect Chinese medicines. In the past few years, foreign companies came to purchase large-scale purchases. Our local pharmaceutical factories were forced to sell them at low prices and became foreign-owned "

It’s not that I’m not patriotic, but I’m really desperate.

If the upper class doesn’t lend a helping hand, what should the civilians at the lower class do?

Where does the strength come from to resist?

If you are really forced to the point where you can only save yourself, the consequences can be imagined.

“The establishment of a pharmaceutical factory can drive regional development, so it must be established,” Quan Heng said.

"I know - if we don't value Chinese medicine, others will snatch it away. By the time we really need it and we don't have it, it will be too late."

As Huang Xiu spoke, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, and he said: "As long as the economy develops, many conceptual problems can be solved. My personal power is limited, and I want to correct some old thinking for children, but I am afraid of overcorrecting... …I just realized how difficult education is.”

Quan Heng said: "I personally think that overcorrecting means going too far.

"Because changes in people's concepts require impact. We must first realize that there is a struggle, and then we can face the problem squarely, instead of being vague about the past, like it has been for a long time in the past."

Huang Xiu: "If you want to open the windows, why bother to tear down the roof first?"

"Almost." Quan Heng said no more and stepped into the simple library in the school.

It is said to be a library, but in fact it is just a loving book corner.

The books are donated by caring people, and most of them are shabby.

Quan Heng glanced at it and pulled out a book with unusual paper texture. The paper was coated with a thin layer of tung oil.

Waterproof paper?

There are some pictures of mountain scenes painted inside.

"Is this a light and shadow picture?"

The light and shadow map in the book will be different from the actual one. You need a special angle to find the location. Otherwise, ordinary people can find the ancient cemetery, which is too dangerous.

And it is usually accompanied by a poem. The poem is a way of deciphering the light and shadow diagram. If you decipher the poem, you can find the correct location of the tomb. The last page or the first page of the book should be the storage location.

As for poetry...it was all passed down orally from generation to generation, and those who didn't know how to write couldn't write it down.

"Probably, this is a book found in the original village chief's home. It has everything." Huang Xiudao.

Quan Heng thought for a while and said, "Are there any tombs near the Red River?"

"Yes, it's still a cave."

Huang Xiu looked at the somewhat worn book, thought carefully and said:

"But actually this book was left by a Taoist priest, and you... are a little younger than you, about seventeen or eighteen years old.

"I said I came from traveling. I have been traveling for three or four years. I studied under Heming Mountain and walked in the world of mortals. I have also seen that little Taoist priest. He is very leisurely. He is indeed a little god-like figure.

"She is only accompanied by a civet cat named "Pear Blossom". It is rumored that it can talk, and important people call it "Civet Flower Fairy". In our village, there are people who catch fish and hire cats to get rid of rats.

"She helped us solve many problems, including this "Ghost Centipede Tomb", which is amazing. "

"That Taoist Priest...is from Heming Mountain?"

Seeing Huang Xiu nodding, Quan Heng had a lot of thoughts.

Song Jingyun came from Heming Mountain and was also a Taoist priest.

"Yes, I remember this clearly. There should be more words at the back of the book."

Huang Xiu turned the book of light and shadow pictures to the end, and there was indeed a poem.

The font is extremely free and unrestrained, with the luan flying and the phoenix flying, and the pen moving like a dragon and snake:

【Wandering carcass, wandering wildly, looks like an untied boat; roaming freely all day long, full of food. 】

There is also a small cat's paw next to it, as if it was slapped hard, and some ink stains are still spattered.

Cihuamao... Taoist priest...

"Do you know the name of this Taoist priest?"

"Everyone calls him Little Taoist Master, or Little Taoist Master," Huang Xiu said for a moment, "Hey, isn't there a signature on the back?"

signature?

Quan Heng turned the page forward and found that there was indeed a line of words.

——He Ming Taoist, stay.

Next to the signature there is a line of small, crooked words:

——Pear Blossom Immortal, stay.

Quan Heng's expression moved slightly, and he touched the ink with his fingers. In a trance, he heard a clear and free-spirited boy's voice, and his smile was particularly beautiful.

[What elementary school student font hahahaha... Cats also want to write, why not just press their paw prints]

A girl's vague and annoyed voice immediately sounded:

[Bad Taoist priest, stinky Taoist priest, you didn’t teach me Chinese calligraphy, and Immortal Pear Blossom won’t catch mice for you to eat now! The cicada won’t give you a title either! 】

The sound disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace.

I don’t know why Quan Heng’s heart suddenly tightened and he felt very uncomfortable, but then he calmed down and laughed again:

"He is a... dashing little Taoist priest."

Walking in the world of mortals, the green pines are far away and there is no beauty, but there are immortals in the world.

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