host country

On this day, a huge caravan entered the city.

The woodcutters sold out all the dry firewood before noon, and a group of happy people discussed at the gate of the city, and decided to avoid the scorching sun and go back to the mountains in the afternoon.

A group of children cheered after hearing this, and ran to Yu Xian under the city.

This Taoist can tell a lot of interesting stories, and the city wall is shaded, and there is a cool breeze from time to time, which is very refreshing.

This Taoist seems to be very kind to these children. After a long time, even the adults dare to go to the shade to listen to stories, or lie down and sleep.

Yu Xian casually told a few short stories to the children. Seeing that the man got very close this time, he immediately smiled and said, "I see that your parents work hard every day chopping firewood. Why don't you find some other livelihood?"

How could the children understand this, they looked at each other in blank dismay.

Maybe it was because the scene had cooled down, or maybe it was aroused by the conversation, the person who was close sighed, and then said, "The land in the mountains is dry and barren, and the output is less, which is much worse than that of my hometown in Hedong. .Does the Daoist know why we fled to Chenggao Mountain without planting the good land?"

Before Yu Xian could speak, the man said, "Ever since the Yellow Turban Rebellion, Hedong has been plundered several times by the remaining Yellow Turban Baibo bandits. Later, the officers and soldiers came to put down the rebellion and beat the Baibo bandits away, and the officers and soldiers robbed us again. The Baibo bandit suffered a loss and refused to give up, so he attracted Yu Fuluo, the Right Wise King of the Southern Huns, and Yu Fuluo defeated the official army and robbed us once again."

"I planted hard in the spring, but none of the grain in the autumn fell into my mouth. I waited for helplessness, so I left my hometown and wandered outside. Apart from opening a few acres of Susukida in the mountains where there is no one, and relying on I can only chop some dry firewood and sell it at the foot of the mountain in exchange for some salt and cloth. In these days, it’s not easy to live, so why choose a living.”

Yu Xian was also very sad when he heard that.

He thought for a while, looked at the man and said, "I have an idea, I wonder if you will listen to it."

The man looked at Yu Xian suspiciously and asked, "Could the Taoist priest have any ideas?"

Yu Xian didn't answer after hearing this, but asked instead, "You collect firewood for a living, how many copper coins can you get every day?"

The man thought for a while and said, "When it's good, there will be twenty copper coins."

Yu Xian nodded, and said slowly to him, "The Yellow River is not far from here, why don't you go and catch some fish in the Yellow River. Those military officers and businessmen like to enjoy it, and if you send it to the city, you should be able to sell it for a good price. "

When the man heard that it was the idea, his face was a little disappointed.

"The Daoist doesn't know. A few years ago, when the Yellow River flooded, a section of the embankment was broken. Now if you want to fish, you can only go up a few miles. The weather is hot now. Wait until I catch three or five fish, and then catch up with them." Come back, I'm afraid the fish has already smelled bad."

After the man finished speaking, Yu Xian didn't see a reply for a long time.

I looked over curiously.

Yu Xian just looked back and said calmly, "How will you know if you don't try?"

The man faltered and didn't respond.

But he said in his heart, is this Taoist entertaining me?

The children were bored and interrupted frequently.

Yu Xian has already done what he can do, and the rest depends on whether he has a destiny with that treasure.

So he told the story to the children again.

The children liked what they heard, and kept asking about the cause and effect.

The person lying nearer couldn't fall asleep.

He was a little tangled thinking about Yu Xian's words, and listened to the story for a while.

Suddenly, he felt that Yu Xian's story had some truth, and maybe the idea he gave was not bad.

After noon, everyone slowly returned to the mountain.

On the way, the man was still out of his mind.

Someone inquired curiously, and before that person replied, those children had already talked about the matter.

All the woodcutters felt a little unreliable after hearing this.

"Eat fresh fish, who would buy stinky fish?"

"Actually, it's also a way. We can use jars to fill water, and when we catch fish, we can use jars to bring them."

"How much does the jar weigh? How much does it weigh when filled with water? Moving the jar back across the mountains is probably more laborious than collecting firewood. If it is accidentally broken, I don't know how long it will take to earn back the lost money."

"I think, you'd better stop thinking about it, don't miss the good times these few days."

"I think we can try it in normal times, but right now the Mi family's caravan has just entered the city, and it's the time when we need firewood."

"There is something in that Taoist's words. I'm afraid that if you try again in normal times, it won't be the case."

The man listened dully all the way, not knowing which sentence he heard.

When they settled down in the mountains, the crowd scattered away.

The man also returned home.

He threw a small string of money into a wooden box, lay down for a while, turned over again, and shouted to the old father who was tying firewood to the car, "Let's dry the firewood for another day. I have other things to do tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he got up quickly and went to the forest outside to find bamboo and make fishing rods.

Early the next morning, many woodcutters went to the city to sell firewood with their carts as usual.

Only the man was obsessed with ghosts, and walked towards the Yellow River with a fishing rod and a simple fishing basket.

Many woodcutters laughed or made trouble when they saw it, but they didn't take it seriously.

On this day, firewood is still easy to sell.

The owner of the Mi family, Mi Fang, is a luxurious character.

He is a wealthy family of the Donghai Kingdom in Xuzhou, and he has a good friendship with Cao Bao, the captain who guards Hulao Pass in the past.

The two set up a banquet, invited friends and companions, and were very drunk.

The rapid increase in consumption made the following merchants and the people in the city active.

Not only the firewood is easy to sell, but some other coolies also got a good reward.

After selling the firewood, many woodcutters still went to take a nap at the base of the city wall.

Seeing Yu Xian, he couldn't help thinking of the man who was obsessed with ghosts.

It's just that, in front of Yu Xian, everyone is not easy to joke.

Seeing that it was about to pass the middle of the day, someone suddenly whispered, "Look over there, here we come."

The sleepy woodcutters opened their sleepy eyes for a glance, and immediately regained their spirits.

I saw that man yesterday was covered in mud, with a fish basket in his hand, rushing over in a panic.

Seeing everyone snickering and looking at him, the man finally couldn't bear the resentment, and couldn't help complaining to Yu Xian.

"Daozhang, I'm right, this fish really stinks."

Even if he didn't say anything, everyone could smell the stench in the bamboo baskets, each of them squeezed the money in their sleeves, and all snickered.

Seeing that the man caught a fish, Yu Xian knew that he was getting closer to the chance, so he couldn't help but smiled and said, "Okay, okay."

As he spoke, he took a breath of fresh air and blew towards the fish basket.

Everyone didn't understand what Yu Xian meant, so they heard a rustling sound, and a big fish of seven or eight catties that should have died a long time ago jumped out of the fish basket.

After the fish landed, it vigorously flicked its tail fin and jumped on the ground, as if it wanted to hide in the water.

The other two fish in the bamboo basket also opened their dead fish eyes and made a fuss, and the bamboo basket they bumped into was swaying.

This is……

Bring back to life?

This extremely impactful scene made the woodcutters' legs go limp, they looked at Yu Xian in horror, and fell to their knees involuntarily.

This is, living god!