Rebirth Space Farming

Chapter 63 There is something strange in the depths of the peach blossom

On the way before Xiaoxian came, I heard Xiaohai say that the abbot and daily maintenance of this unnamed temple without even a plaque depended on the great monk in front of him alone.

The monk has a garrulous name, and the people in the village don't know how to call it, because the Dharma name is simply called Shanyin, so the people in the village just call him Master Shanyin.

Master Shanyin is a graduate of the Emeishan Buddhist College, which is serious about the eight classics, and his education is higher than that of all the people in Gecun and Zhaizi combined.

Although he has lived in the temple all year round, the monks seldom touch on the contents of the Buddhist scriptures when they give lectures.

Every new student can receive a matching book from Monk Shanyin for free, which is said to be an elementary school textbook that all children in the town and city learn.

At that time, compulsory education had not been fully popularized in the whole country, and Master Shanyin refused to collect tuition fees. In order to save expenses, all the textbooks were copied by the great monk.

There was no ready-made blackboard in the classroom, so the monk Shanyin painted the adobe brick wall in the temple white, and put a bucket of white lime water next to the wall, and used charcoal to write on the wall every day during class. The wall will be repainted with lime water, and after it dries out the next day, it can be used again.

The great monk has been in the monastery for more than ten years. Counting it, he paints the walls once or twice a day on average. The limestone on that wall also dries and brushes, and after brushing, it dries again, forming a thick layer.

As the bucket of lime water also changed from white to gray and then from gray to white, the children also sent away batch after batch.

Every morning class is divided into three times, 45 minutes a class, the first class is for children under the age of nine with poor foundation.The second class is for older children who are over nine years old and have a little foundation.The content of learning ranges from writing to arithmetic, to making sentences and reciting.The third class is to practice writing, because of the master's good handwriting.

Shanyin’s lectures are never limited to textbooks, and he will tell some stories in combination with local folk customs, so the children are also very active in class, and the classroom discipline is very good.

After Xiaoxian got the textbook, the footer was curled up with burrs, and it looked like it was used by someone else, but the words on it were well written, and the handwriting was beautiful, and it could be seen that the great monk
Xiao Hai, who was sitting at the back, told Xiao Xian that all the textbooks were recycled, and the big ones were reserved for the small ones. The higher you go, the fewer people are reading, and the newer the textbooks will be.

Xiaoxian had been taught some characters by Zhu Shijun at home. After reading some children's books, she found that she could recognize most of the characters, so not long after class, Xiaoxian went to change them. A textbook suitable for senior grades.

"Are you new here?" Monk Shanyin had a friendly smile on his thin face. Hearing that Xiaoxian was going to change his textbooks, he found a few more books. From the first grade to the fifth grade, he first took out Taking the second-grade one, Xiaoxian looked at it, and took the third-grade one.

After flipping through the third-grade books, she looked for the fourth-grade ones, and flipped through them all the way to the fifth grade.

Monk Shanyin felt strange looking at it. The children in the mountains are generally not good enough. Judging by Xiaoxian's age and her reading level, she is much higher than ordinary children.

"Zhu Xiaoxian, are you sure you can understand fifth grade books?" Yezi leaned aside and looked at the textbook suspiciously.

"Wrong, I only know the fourth grade textbook, I don't want to sit in the same row with you," Xiaoxian picked up the fourth grade textbook and walked back. She knew the rules in the classroom after reading it all morning .

For the convenience of teaching, students with similar levels sit together. Those in the front row do their homework, and those in the back row start class. In the senior grades, there is only a row difference between them, and the class progress is about the same.

After going to school for half a day, Xiaoxian moved from the first row to the fourth row, and sat with a group of children who were two or three years older than her.

In the afternoon, there was a reading class. Shanyin would write some longer texts on the blackboard, first read it aloud, and then the students would take turns to read it.

"The Chishui River is a tributary of the Yangtze River, originating from..." It was a coincidence today, the reading class for seniors happened to talk about the Chishui River, and Xiaoxian was comparing the difference between the Chishui River that Zhu Shijun and Monk Shanyin said, and suddenly felt The hair tightened, and the scalp ached slightly.

There was a burst of laughter from the table in the back row. There were not many seats in the back row. When Xiao Xian just sat down, he deliberately chose a seat far away from Li Ye. Who would have thought that the boy deliberately changed his seat and sat next to her. He was honest in class, and when Shanyin turned around to write the text on the blackboard, he fiddled with Xiaoxian's braid.

Xiao Xian was so angry that she turned her head and glared at Li Ye, then pulled her braid to the front, leaving Li Ye with a head.

Li Ye just wanted to stretch out his hand to pull again, when he heard Monk Shanyin say: "Which student stands up and summarizes for everyone, what is the content of this text, Yezi, usually you react the fastest, and you are the one to do it." Answered."

Yezi just wasn't listening to the class, so he quickly looked at the blackboard, but he didn't know that Shanyin's tall body hid all the words behind his back, he couldn't see the words, so he didn't know what to say, he could only falter There was no response for a long time.

Xiaoxian was gloating, and smelled a burst of fragrance at the tip of her nose, and saw a cluster of pink peach blossoms on the braids at some point.

After being dazed, Xiaoxian realized that Yezi had been messing with her hair for a long time, and it turned out that she was planting a budding peach blossom for her.

Women are born to love flowers, let alone Xiaoxian. She smiled, leaned on the table, and whispered, "Chishuihe"

The voice was not high but very clear, and Yezi could hear it very clearly on the other end. As long as he followed Xiao Xian's instructions, he could answer the questions from Monk Shanyin, but Yezi, who was used to being quick-witted, became a solid wooden fish lump today. , No matter what.

Shanyin also noticed Xiaoxian's little action, so he clicked her to get up and answer, and Xiaoxian answered crisply, the children of the Han family felt that they had gained face, and the boys in the Miao village murmured in dissatisfaction , you don't have to dare to make a loud noise, for fear that Yezi will greet them with his fist when he hears that get out of class is over.

"Xiaoxian answered very well, Yezi, you stay after school later, go to the front to fetch a few buckets of water, and fill the water tank behind the Buddhist hall before you go back." Repeat it again, and the class is over.

The children gathered together in twos and threes, Yezi ignored the greetings of the group of children in the village, and walked in front of Xiaoxian without saying a word, "Zhu Xiaoxian, don't be complacent, I was the one who didn't pay attention today, if you have the ability, you can talk to Xiaoxian again." Let me compare." Li Ye, who used to be competitive, regarded his performance in class as a kind of competition, but Xiaoxian's help just now was regarded by him as an insult.

As soon as the words came out, several Miao boys who were nearby gathered around, and the older children from Xiaohai and Gecun also gathered around, staring at each other without giving way.

There was still a branch of peach blossoms stuck in Xiaoxian's braid, her black hair and pink color made her little face blush.

"Good intentions are not rewarded," Xiao Xian was also annoyed, tore off the peach blossom and threw it on the ground.

Yezi's face turned redder, and he gritted his teeth, "Zhu Xiaoxian, you are a woman, so we don't want to fight."

"Compared with courage, the one who is more courageous is the boss," the Miao family children came up with an idea. What they look down on the Han family students the most is that they are timid, and they dare not resist when they are bullied. They only know how to go to and from get out of class in groups , just avoid it.

"Compare, compare, whoever is afraid of whom." Several Han boys standing behind Xiaoxian were also aroused a little courageously, and Xiaohai also wiped his nose and tilted his head.

"Yezi, what are you talking about?" The children in Miao village all looked at Yezi.Yezi looked at Zhu Xiaoxian, thinking why she still didn't admit defeat, when she bullied her before, she only had to pull her braids, and she ran back home yelling, now why she just stared at her big eyes, just didn't throw in the towel.

Li Ye was really in trouble. He rubbed his head and came up with an idea, "It's a test of courage. After twelve o'clock in the evening, we will meet behind the temple. Whoever dares to spend the night behind the temple will be the boss."

After hearing Li Ye's words, not only the children of the Han family, but even a few teenage boys of the Miao family flinched and took a few steps back.Everyone looked at the back of the temple with horror in their eyes.

Children who have lived along the edge of Montenegro for a long time know that there is a mass grave behind the temple.

Before liberation, the temple was abandoned because there was no one to preside over it. All the dead in the city were taken to the park, and some unclaimed wild corpses were buried behind the temple.After liberation, when the Miao people who came back late at night passed by, they would see ghosts shining in white, and sometimes they could hear wailing.

Later, after Master Shanyin came, the haunting was suppressed, but still no one dared to stop behind the temple in the middle of the night.Even adults are afraid of something, and Yezi doesn't believe that a yellow-haired girl like Xiao Xian dares to accept the appointment.

"Xiao Xian, let's forget it, that place is haunted," Xiao Hai heard, pushed Xiao Xian, and then said that it happened in the middle of the night, if grandpa knew that it was all because of him, he wouldn't interrupt him The legs are to blame.

"Sure, it's twelve o'clock. If other people have the courage, they can come together. Whoever survives the night without crying or making trouble is the boss." Xiaoxian will not let such a thing go Chance.I think she lived alone in the thatched house under the Yunteng Mountain and the haunted houses. When it was windy, rainy and thunderous, she would cry like ghosts and howl like wolves. She was afraid of nothing.

Now it was Yezi who had a headache. He thought that Xiao Xian must have been frightened and begged for mercy on the spot by using such a trump card, but she agreed immediately.

In terms of difficulty alone, the degree of difficulty for Yezi to sneak out of the house in the middle of the night is much higher than that of Xiaoxian.

"Yezi, it's up to you." The Miao family's children all retreated, and the Han family's children also cringed, leaving the problem to Xiao Xian and Li Ye, the children of the two families. They agreed again that no matter what happened tonight, they were not allowed to tell the adults at home, so they dispersed like birds and beasts.

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