After learning about the deeds of the people in the temple, the next natural question was to ask Ershiqi himself.
When asked how old he was, he replied, "I think I'm around 20."
When asked when Zaojiao died, Ershiqi said: "I don't remember if it's been ten years."
When was the will written? 27: "I wrote it when I was still a child."
The war of foreign invasion of China lasted for many years, and no one knew in which year the people in the temple left the mountain.
No one knows how old soapberries are.
If we just blur it out casually, the time error can be as much as ten years, and it is completely impossible to verify.
Twenty-Seven said, "Grandpa can't keep track of time anymore. I grew up and didn't keep track of time. In the mountains, it's the same whether you keep track or not. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, it goes back and forth. Eating, drinking, defecating and urinating, reciting scriptures. Every day is the same."
He acted very nonchalant.
It naturally reminds people of the saying "There is no age or moon in the mountains".
There were no mobile phones or even telephones in the countryside at that time. The mountain villages were different from the plains. At that time, there was one telephone in each village in the plains, but in the mountain villages, you had to go to the township to get a telephone.
He agreed, but his mind was not on the present, it was far away.
Uncle Qi You slapped his thigh and said, "I remember now. More than 20 years ago, a girl from a certain family got pregnant before getting married. Later, she married someone far away. But no one knows where the child went!"
Ruan Qing grew up in the city and thought that everything around her was the world. She always thought that everything in the world should be orderly and follow rules. She didn't know that in some remote and poor rural areas, or even those that were not remote or poor, some things were different from what she thought.
She interjected at the right moment: "So... is he considered a member of our village?"
Things are going so smoothly! Ruan Qing was so happy.
For example, some people are in their forties or fifties but have not yet been registered. In the past two years, the county organized cadres to go down to the grassroots level and found several of them.
Everyone wondered why Ruan Aihua's daughter spoke and acted in such an artificial and forceful manner
City people are really weird.
"Ah." Ruan Qing covered her mouth, pretending to be surprised, and began to lead the line, "Then he is an illegal immigrant. What should we do?"
For example, someone has been married for more than ten years, and their children are already in middle school. They can’t live together anymore and file for divorce only to find out that they never got a marriage certificate. There are such cases in the village, and there are more than one couple. Because they were not of legal age when they "got married", they completely forgot about getting a marriage certificate a few years after the wedding.
But the girl had been married for nearly thirty years and her parents had died long ago. Her family was a foreigner in the village, not an old one, and she had no other relatives.
Twenty-Seven's acting skills were very good, and he asked naturally, "What is a household registration?"
Everyone paused and looked at Ruan Xiangyun. Ruan Xiangyun asked tentatively, "Are you... going to transfer your household registration?"
In fact, for Ruan Xiangyun, these are not important. There is no need for anyone to be a Sherlock Holmes and investigate everything clearly.
Not to mention that the closest village to Erqi is their Laomeigou Village. Since he knew there was such an illegal household here, it was his responsibility to take care of it. Just talking about the deeds of the people in Ye Ren Guan and the historical reasons why the 27 brothers became "illegal households", Ruan Xiangyun's enthusiasm could not be ignored.
"It's not that difficult. If you don't have a household registration, you can get one. It's not uncommon to stay in the countryside." said Uncle Seven.
It can't be found anymore, so it can be said that there is no evidence.
Anyway, Uncle Seven pointed at his son and said, "You go and handle this."
I didn’t expect Uncle Seven to be so helpful!
Ruan Qing glanced sideways.
Ruan Xiangyun also agreed immediately.
Uncle Seven cursed, "Bullshit! My master has been away from home for half his life, who will register him? He was born before liberation!"
She couldn't hold back the smile on her face, and it showed, so everyone couldn't help but look at her a few more times.
She quickly said, "He is my savior. I am happy for him."
Uncle Seven also said, "That's right, we should be happy!"
Seeing that Ruan Xiangyun was distracted, he kicked him and said, "Then tomorrow, shall we take Erqi down the mountain with us?"
"Hmm? Oh! Okay." Ruan Xiangyun came back to his senses and said to Erqi, "Come down the mountain with us. There are a lot of procedures to register your household registration, and it will take several days. You can live with me in the village first."
Twenty-seven: "Thank you very much."
There is an ancient style in him, which can be seen in every word and action, which especially fascinates Seventh Uncle.
It was dark, and Twenty-Seven got up to arrange accommodation for everyone.
Speaking of accommodation, Ruan Qing didn't need to act anymore and complained sincerely: "I slept so hard last night that my whole body ached!"
In fact, everyone looks at the conditions and doesn't think there's anything wrong. Although life is better now than before, many villagers still sleep on wooden beds with mattresses in the summer.
A city girl like Ruan Qing who is used to sleeping on a Simmons mattress would not be able to stand it.
Fortunately, the communication was clear beforehand and everyone brought quilts. They were all thin quilts, except for one thicker one which was specially for Ruan Qing.
In front of so many people, Ruan Qing couldn't sleep in the same room with Erqi anymore. He could only watch Uncle Qi drag Erqi to another room: "Come on, tell me about your master. Also, what kind of Kung Fu do you practice? Is it suitable for an old man to practice?"
Twenty-Seven really saw that Seventh Uncle and Ruan Qing were indeed blood-related.
They seem to be completely different, urban and rural, refined and rough, wealthy and rustic. But there are some things in their common blood, the same.
It's the middle school soul.
Although there was no Twenty-Seven as a human stove this night, Ruan Qing had a thick quilt. He wrapped himself in it, half under his body and half on his body, and slept much better than last night.
Today, everyone heard the legendary deeds and saw the legendary Qinggong. It was an eye-opener and a novel day. They were whispering on the kang, discussing Erqi's flying kung fu, and gradually fell asleep.
Even Uncle Seventh, who kept asking Twenty-Seven questions, finally fell asleep and snored.
Only Ruan Xiangyun couldn't sleep.
The butt determines the head, or in other words, one should rule according to one's position.
When Uncle Seven saw Twenty-Seven, all he thought about was the Taoist temple, martial arts, and his master. What was Secretary Ruan thinking about? The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't sleep. His mind was full of—
Deeds, deeds, deeds! Development, development, development!
Funding, funding, funding!
Build roads, build roads, build roads!
Travel, travel, travel!
Employment, employment, employment!
B&B, B&B, B&B!
Get rich, get rich, get rich!!!
The people’s secretary serves the people.
A few years ago, there was a tourism development project in the county, and Ruan Xiangyun tried his best to fight for Laomeigou, but unfortunately lost to Hujiamiao Village, which was dozens of kilometers away.
Because they have a temple there, which is considered a historical site.
The Tourism Bureau looked through the county annals and found some old stories from hundreds of years ago. They began to create the background and developed the area into a scenic spot.
The villagers of Hujiamiao Village some run B&Bs, some run restaurants, some run parking lots, and some sell souvenirs.
By the way, local specialties are also sold.
Within a few years, every household made a lot of money!
They all started to renovate their houses. They also unified the style and built all antique-style houses. Tourists are more willing to come.
Secretary Ruan has been jealous and resentful for several years.
Just a ruined temple.
The stories recorded in the county annals are all about good deeds being rewarded and evil deeds being punished. No one knows whether they are true or not, so they can be hyped up.
The wild man's view, touching deeds, courageous spirit, and Taoist style are all in his hands.
This is no better than a ruined temple!!
Tomorrow! Tomorrow when there is a signal, he will make a phone call!
To the county leaders! To the Tourism Bureau! To the Taoist Association! To the Ethnic and Religious Affairs Bureau!
And to the media!
Got to make a name for myself!
By the way, online promotion is very popular now, what should I do? I will call my friend who is in charge of promotion in the county tomorrow to consult!
Secretary Ruan became more and more excited as he thought about it, and he fell asleep in the middle of the night. The next day, he was woken up by a quarrel between two villagers.
One said, "The tombstone has 'Daoist name Wei De' engraved on it, so that means we have not found a master!"
Another said, "It's the Dao name that he hasn't received, not the Dao name 'not received'."
The first one said, "Yes! It's just that I haven't received the Dao name yet!"
Another said: "It's that I haven't got the Dao name yet! It's not that I haven't got the Dao name yet!!!"
That person's brain was notoriously stubborn, and he couldn't turn it around. He stiffened his neck and said, "Look, you said you haven't even received your Dao name yet!!"
The other one was so angry that he died.
Ruan Xiangyun didn't sleep well and his head was aching badly. He walked out rubbing his temples. Everyone else was up, but he was the last one to get up.
"Uncle Xiangyun, come and have dinner!" Ruan Qing greeted him while chewing on a roasted potato. Twenty-seven had buried the remaining potatoes in the ashes of the stove last night, leaving a small fire to slowly roast them.
It was ripe in the morning and smelled especially good. Ruan Xiangyun and his friends brought salt, which made it tasty after sprinkling it with salt. Ruan Qing ate the whole thing.
As agreed last night, Twenty-seven will follow everyone down the mountain today to handle household registration.
He prepared breakfast for everyone, tidied up the things in the temple, and closed the doors and windows carefully.
Once I have an identity, I may not come back.
When he reached the front yard and was about to leave, Ruan Qing stopped on the stone brick road, looked at the ancient Taoist temple, and then looked at Twenty-Seven.
Twenty-Seven understood what she was thinking.
He still remembered how she cried her heart out the day before yesterday.
Under the gaze of everyone, Twenty-Seven lifted up his skirt, rushed towards the Sanqing Temple and the two tombs, and knelt down.
"Grandpa, I'm going down the mountain," he said.
He kowtowed three times respectfully.
The Three Pure Ones are above, and all immortal souls are alive.
I am 27 years old, a rootless drifter in the world. To make a living, I have no choice but to borrow the name of a nobleman to recreate my origins.
Half a lifetime of blood and gore, the past is gone, there is no turning back.
For the rest of my life, I will never do evil.
If you break this oath, I will be beheaded.
Uncle Seven sighed, "Look, this is kneeling. What do you call that? You were asked to kneel during the New Year ancestor worship, but you sat on your calves. That's kneeling? That's sitting."
He also pulled up his trousers and bowed to Zaojiao's grave: "Master, I will take him down the mountain. After he has his household registration completed, I will send him back."
Ruan Qing: “?”
Wait!
Who said he was coming back
Please don't act on your own!
(End of this chapter)