There is a grass team in the ruined temple on the east of Xinjiekou. There are only four people in total, including the team leader. Two old men, one fat and one thin, were nearly 70 years old, one simple and strong lame young man in his seventeenth and eighth, and one black, fat and bald little man about ten years old.
The fat old man, named Jiang Donglai, was one year short of seventy and was in charge of making jokes.
He has a jubilant Maitreya face, and the corners of his mouth are naturally hooked up. He looks like a smiling face from any direction and is attractive.
He Shuli, the old man of Dayeong, is exactly 70 years old this year. He is responsible for striking straight.
He looks unique. Even if he is thrown into the crowd, he can be picked out at a glance.
Ugly, that's really ugly. It's weird.
The tiny facial features are squeezed in the middle of Rongchang's horse's face. At a close look, it looks like a few scabbed eyes clustered on the top of the bald head. At a distance, I can't find my nose and mouth, as if the white board has become a master in mahjong.
A lame young man named Jiang Chengye, who is responsible for picking up chores.
Although his surname is Jiang, he has no blood relationship with Jiang Donglai. He was picked up by Jiang Donglai from the mass grave. I don't know whether the brain was disturbed or the brain was burnt by a high fever. When I woke up, Jiang Chengye looked like a newborn baby and didn't remember who he was before.
Jiang Donglai, also lonely and helpless, made a quick decision and recognized Jiang Chengye as his son.
The two men walked from south to north, from east to west. They were mainly engaged in begging, sideline coolies, part-time entertainers and fortune tellers. They didn't leave the Beggars' Sect until they met He Shuli, who was also down and out as a beggar this year.
The black fat little bald head in charge of collecting money is He Shuli's disciple, whose name is Le Zhouyu.
His name sounds very happy, but he has been a poor child since his birth.
He took root in his mother's stomach until the sixth month, when his grandmother was hungry and ate poisonous mushrooms. When he was ready to see the sun, his father and his grandfather, who were responsible for guarding the corn in the wasteland thousands of miles away, were dug into a deep ditch by wild boars coming down the mountain.
When he was six years old, his mother, who had been ill for a long time, left in the middle of the night.
Before leaving, his mother repeatedly told Lezhouyu to go to the Falin Temple on the mountain.
His mother is a sensible person. The neighbors are poor and the children of his family cannot eat enough. There is no free food to help Lezhouyu. The only way for a child as old as Le Zhouyu to survive is to go up the mountain to become a little monk and get some food by begging for alms.
After burying his mother, Le Zhouyu chose to shave the hair on his head on the auspicious day of the heavy rain, took the one yuan and sixty-two cents left by his mother, wrapped the only half bag of brown grain in oil paper, and climbed to the temple gate all the way.
When he saw the old host in the temple, he knelt down directly, kowtowed three times to the old host, recited his mother's words dozens of times, and then came out, "Shifu, my mother has just died, and I am alone in my family. I am still young, so I can't grow land to support myself, and there is no place to accept my work. My relatives are gone, and the neighbors can't support their children, nor can they help me. You old man pitied me and asked me to stay here for a few years. When I was ten years old, I would go out to find a place to work. The money earned from working is enough for me to eat and drink. I will send it back to worship Buddha. I don't live here for nothing. I will do whatever I can. "
Then he put the money and grain on the ground in front of him, "This is the money my mother left for me, and next to this is the grain. I don't know much, but this is the only thing I have. I offer them to Buddha. Please accept me."
How could the old host not be moved when a six-year-old boy, whose head was barely higher than the offering table, was as thin as a beehive on a branch of a tree, and had the appearance of being indistinguishable and childish, yet could say such a sensible thing.
Looking at the fresh bald spots on Le Zhouyu's head, the old host seemed to see him several years ago.
He also chose to enter the temple because he was so poor that he had nowhere to go and could not get food for begging. He shaved his hair with a knife and kowtowed before the Buddha. It was considered a monk.
In this way, I took a bowl and begged for food everywhere to survive till now.
I have tasted all kinds of ups and downs. How can the old host refuse Lezhouyu.
Le Zhouyu made his home in the temple, became the little apprentice of the old host, and forgot his worries when he got the name of a generation.
The old host, whose nickname is Forgotten Dust, was born by himself. His folk name is He Shuli.
After entering the Falin Temple, Yue Zhouyu didn't learn much scripture, because He Shuli didn't know much scripture, only enough to get some rations when begging for alms.
He Shuli can't teach Yue Zhouyu scriptures. He can teach him how to talk, learn and sing.
These are He Shuli's family skills. His ancestors were all crosstalkers. Unfortunately, he was born out of time and could not inherit his ancestral business.
Now that he has a clever and clever little apprentice, He Shuli really wants to infuse his unique skills into Le Zhouyu like internal skills.
Le Zhouyu also loves learning. He is born a poor mouth, so he should eat this food.
God rewarded Yue Zhouyu with the two basic skills of talking, learning and singing, and talking and joking.
To learn and sing, we have to work hard.
Yes, that is to learn the dialects of different places, the folk art of different places and the tongue twisters of small traders.
Singing is to be able to sing the Taiping lyrics, not only to recite the old lyrics, but also to be able to play on the spot.
If you don't learn well, you must be hopeless in this field.
But if you learn it well, you may not be able to earn money.
It has been half a month since Lezhouyu's team opened, and they haven't had any guests.
No way, Le Zhouyu started his old business and went to beg alms everywhere with his bowl.
Lezhouyu went to begging for alms in a street, only to get a small sour sweet potato.
This is not enough for him to crack his teeth.
Tear off the fleshless hard stem tips on both sides of the sweet potato and put them into his mouth. Le Zhouyu chewed them carefully and swallowed them slowly. Then he grinded the hard wood dregs into powder with his teeth, and finally swallowed them.
After licking two mouthfuls of the sweet potato skin, Le Zhouyu carefully stored the sweet potato in his pocket, which had to be kept for his Shifu and Uncle to eat. Boer put it into another pocket and begged for alms. He didn't want to waste time. He wanted to find another way to beg for food.
"Poor and stingy, a bunch of iron roosters." Le Zhouyu looked up at the sky, and his spittle turned into a mean little acid rain, spreading all over the city.
In the middle of the sky, the sun didn't have enough to eat. It looked like the bottom of a broken basket was hanging there, looking like it would fall apart at any time. The clouds are sparse, yellow and gray, like rotten cabbage leaves floating on the river, which can be smashed by dandelion velvet.
Le Zhouyu sighed deeply at the sun, and the old farmer put his hands into his sleeves, hung his head down, and walked forward step by step, thinking about begging while walking.
