Tree Hole Self-Rescue Guide

I secretly turned my imagination upside down, eager to create a dreamy carnival...

Wang took out a new set of clothes from his bag and put them on his son. He combed his hair and put on new shoes. He went home with his son. When he put A Yao back on the bed, he saw his old mother holding a lantern and coming to greet him.

"Is Ayao asleep? The kid has been out in the field all day and didn't even come back. It's cold at night, why don't you cover Ayao with a blanket?"

Brother Wang helped his old mother sit down on a chair, then knelt down in front of her.

"Mom, it's my fault. I didn't take good care of A Yao. A Yao is gone. Daxiong told me not to investigate further and to leave here overnight."

The old man was bombarded with news and was unable to react for a while.

"Isn't Ayao lying on the bed? Did you...did the county magistrate's child do this?"

The old man thought of the boy washing dishes at the wonton stall who was hesitant to speak, and his thoughts came to his mind.

"That should be the case. His family is a royal family, relatives of the current favorite concubine. We can't fight them."

Brother Wang remembered what Big Bear had said. The one who can decide their fate is the current official. The sky is high and the emperor is far away, so the monkey is the king. Many of Ayao's wounds were old. No wonder Ayao always wanted to take a bath by himself and was unwilling to bathe with him. He thought the child was shy because he had grown up, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

The man was even more heartbroken. He thought he shouldn't have run away to make a lot of money. If he had stayed at home to accompany his child to school, this situation might not have happened. But for the sake of his old mother, Wang Ge and his mother buried the child under the locust tree in the yard, and walked south with his mother overnight.

"That's it. Haven't you met a good official who would rather break his head than bend to seek justice?"

Gu Ye couldn't help but interrupt. This was too aggrieved. Life is like an ant, death is like duckweed. Why didn't the group of people headed by Zhang Lang get punished?

"You think you live in the 21st century? Laws are constantly being improved, and the laws of the 21st century are not all correct and unchangeable. If you set this story in the 21st century, can the civilian boy win?"

Nan Ke really wanted to pry open Gu Ye's brain to see if it was filled with truth, goodness and beauty. The emergence of a hero requires too many factors, and everyone can only be their own hero. But there is always a need for people like Gu Ye who are passionate and hard to cool down. There are always people doing meaningless things, trying to shake a tree with an ant's strength, and perhaps making insignificant contributions. One day, the sun shines directly into people's hearts and the rules change.

"What's that smell? It smells so good?" Gu Ye looked outside the door following the aroma and saw a roasted chicken pierced by a branch and Nan Ke who had just walked in holding the branch. He looked around again and it was bad. Surrounded by the aroma, everyone had a steaming roasted chicken in their hands, tearing off the crispy outer layer to reveal the tender meat, but no one paid any attention to him.

"When did you guys get a roast chicken each?"

"When you were drooling over the roasted chicken in Nan Ke's hand, Brother Pei gave it to us."

Lin Yuan changed his posture, stood up and squatted to eat the roast chicken, and responded to Gu Ye's question by the way.

"The food is limited, so everyone has to make do with what they have. We also baked some steamed buns. If they are not enough, we will bake more later."

Pei Qiubai opened his mouth and took the chicken that Mo Zhichun had shredded. After he swallowed most of the chicken, Mo Zhichun started eating it.

"Thank you for the roast chicken, it's delicious. You guys eat it while I continue the talk. Otherwise, if I leave something behind, you, Gu, will be angry all day."

The old man finished his roast chicken early, took a branch and drew on the ground, asking for everyone's opinions.

"Brother, see, someone understands me."

Gu Ye used his arm to poke Nan Ke who was gnawing on the chicken wing, looking very proud. You said you couldn't follow my train of thought, but this old man can see clearly at a glance.

Seeing that no one had any objections, the old man continued telling his story.

Brother Wang, who left his hometown with his old mother, could never forget the departure of his child. After seeing his old mother off, he wandered around and was finally picked up by an old Taoist priest who had come down the mountain and worked as a cook. He was highly praised by everyone in the Taoist temple.

Wang Ge’s cooking skills are not really at the chef level, but he has a killer in the kitchen. The cook’s father, Yang Yishou, was the previous chef of the Taoist temple. Later, Yang Yishou passed away, and Yang Ershou inherited his father’s business. Everyone thought that the cook should be able to cook well. Unexpectedly, Yang Ershou had no talent for cooking. He even cooked rice porridge into a mess. Since he took charge of the kitchen, five pots have been broken in a month. Originally, the new sect was in full swing recently, and everyone was keeping a low profile. Now, digging wild vegetables and hunting wild game has become a training project in the Taoist temple. If the old Taoist priest doesn’t come back, the Taoist temple will soon fall apart.

The people in the Taoist temple had forgotten the taste of ordinary rice porridge, and only remembered the black rice crust floating in the bowl. In order to avoid starvation, they had to swallow it. The arrival of Brother Wang saved Yang Ershi and the Taoist temple disciples, so naturally everyone was reluctant to let him go. With the strong recommendation of others, he became a nominal disciple of the Taoist temple.

"Guess what happens next?" The old man suddenly stopped telling his story and asked everyone who had eaten and drunk their fill.

"Brother Wang learned some magic from the Taoist temple, and returned to hand over the scum to the clear sky and in broad daylight?"

Gu Ye took out a tissue from his pocket, gently tore it along the thin line, and distributed it to everyone piece by piece.

"It would be great if that were true." The old man was tired of sitting cross-legged, so he found a few flat stones and stacked them together to use as a bench to sit on.

Life in the Taoist temple was not hard to bear. I listened to the old Taoist priest's lectures, swept the yard and cooked. The days went by like this, from the white flowers on the branches to the yellow apricots, which fell to the ground and were covered by a forest fire. It turned out that the new county magistrate, Mr. Zhang Lang, wanted to collect protection fees, but the Taoist temple had no income to begin with. The family was penniless and there was no reason for it. Now the competition was so fierce, and everyone became a monk. What future did the Taoist temple have?

When the old Taoist priest received the notice from the government, he proposed to disband the Taoist temple in the morning class. He just said that this master has someone above him, and no one can afford to offend him. Everyone should take a detour in the future, and stay in the Taoist temple to wait for his fate. Some children who were picked up by the old Taoist priest when they were young wanted to stay and accompany him, but they were scolded by the old Taoist priest and left with their bags.

Brother Wang left enough food for the old Taoist priest and had his last meal with him. When he wanted to leave, the old Taoist priest stuffed him into a tunnel under the bookshelf with a letter written by the old Taoist priest in his hand.

"Zhan Xinjia. Brother Wang, I am Daxiong. I know you can't recognize me. Today, I implicated you and the temple. The official who delivered the letter was a servant of Zhang Lang. He probably recognized me and hurried back to inform me. Today, I have no choice but to die.