Lao Xiucai should have been born during the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty, and whether he had entered the county school to obtain a reputation was very vague, probably because he had seen the oracle and the grandfather, and he walked smoothly. This is different in the countryside.
Lao Xiucai lives in the middle of the village, up a small slope, and there is a big locust tree outside the door. There is a large bluestone slab under the tree, which is a gathering point for men in the village, and some senior and elderly women will occasionally sit, but Lao Xiu is the one who will not sit. When he went out to bask in the sun, he always carried a small maza. The wooden frame of the maza has been polished and shiny, intertwined with hemp rope the thickness of the chopsticks head of the chopsticks that the lady of Xiucai rubbed, and several layers of earthen cloth are sewn on the hemp rope. In the eyes of the villagers, it naturally became exclusive.
The villagers all called Lao Xiucai Mr. The old people in their hometown only call the teacher who teaches and the doctor who sees the doctor Mr. Lao Xiu taught the boy "the beginning of man" for a few days. He also started from the "beginning of man" and hoped to "go up to the king and lower to the people". It's just that when he was born, Ai Xinjue Luo only left him a braid, from black and thick to white and thin. The three things of the frustrated literati were "sitting in the museum, practicing medicine, and setting up a stall", sitting in the museum was his first livelihood, but during the "New Life Movement", he still lost the museum. This is still because the new wind blows late in the small place, otherwise he may not even be able to sit in the hall for a day. I remember he never read the newspaper, not even my villain book. Because "love" has no heart, the countryside has no "lang", the face has no "wheat", the guide has no "way", and there is no "birth". The enlightenment of people, the enlightenment of wisdom, and the accumulation of qi. It's like the first meeting of lovers, once "Wang Ba looks at the green beans" and meets the eyes, Mazi's face also shines. Therefore, he always writes vertically with a brush, right from right and left to close. Fortunately, there were not many people in the four villages and eight neighbors who could afford to carry a pen, and everyone would have a letter account, red and white gifts, and a name to ask for fortune. Therefore, he can make a tooth sacrifice from time to time and get a little runge. No matter how big the table is, as long as the old show is there, he must sit at the top.
What really made Lao Xiucai famous and recited in Sixiang was a strange event that happened. The autumn frost is sunny, and Lao Xiucai is basking next to the big locust tree. Four strong men carried a door panel, and the quilt covered the people on it. The men and women who followed behind cried all the way. Of course, the villagers will discuss the matter in front of them. At that time, the emotional threshold of people was low, the old men sighed during the discussion, and the old ladies were even more tearful. Lao Xiucai got up and looked at the blood that dripped not far away, and after drinking a lifetime, he recovered the group of people who walked out half a mile. Lao Xiucai said, "Where?" Speak up. What? ”
"The one on the mountain. The baby was born for three days and three nights without giving birth, and the adults can't do it. The city doctor couldn't help it, and was ready to carry it for burial. ”
"It's going to be buried. Dead horses have the right to be living horse doctors. Well, it is your ancestors who have accumulated great virtues and sheltered them. It's not good, don't complain about me, it's not too late to bury it. ”
The old man who could defend the matter nodded in agreement. Lao Xiucai entered the door to take the oil lamp, dry the needle, bombarded the young descendants, and freed up the bluestone slab. The lamp burned needles, polished the cloth, lifted the woman's clothes, and pricked needles of different lengths in the abdominal cavity. After about a bag of cigarettes, Lao Xiu collected the needle, took a pen and paper and wrote down a few medicine names, and asked the old man to send his descendants to the city to grab the medicine.
"Go home, fry three times in cold water, mix and serve three times. The first pair, pry open the teeth and force it in. For the second pair, feed it spoon by spoon. The third pair, the bowl is drunk to the mouth. Opened his eyes and spoke, Hong Fu Qi Tian. If the medicine soup does not enter, she will be desperate and unable to return to heaven. ”
The villagers believe in Lao Xiu. The reason is that whose child vomited milk in shock, and after eating the Suhe pill that Lao Xiucai said, he didn't vomit milk. The young woman who was in the milk baby boasted of the old talent and the divine doctor. Not only cured the baby to vomit milk, but also soaked water with grass to urge milk to gurgle out. Of course, what is more proud is that his milk is unusual and very nourishing, and the milk baby is fed chubby in a few days. At that time, when young village women gathered together, in addition to the topic of cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs in the field house, as long as they avoided the elderly and children, they would naturally have some meat and meat vegetarian jokes. "Look at your baby's grain bag is about to burst. Give the hemp stick a mouthful and see that he is so thin that he has a skeleton left. Blame the pathetic. "The hemp stick is the bachelor in the village, and it is usually woody. But if you can hear these words from the women from eight feet away, Lao Yuan will come running with a smile, "I want to eat, I want to eat." The women laughed and scolded. Originally, the rural seclusion was not comparable to the court and the city, and eating men and women was the whole life of the villagers.
Two months later, two mules from that mountain were tied under a big locust tree. One horse carried a young woman, and the other carried several sacks. The sacks contain flax, vermicelli, potatoes, steamed buns, and other items that farmers bring with them when visiting relatives and friends. I have seen this woman who was dragged back from the ghost gate by Lao Xiucai, because of living in the mountains, her cheeks are slightly red, and the body board is definitely the physique of eating noodles with a sea bowl. In the future, she was full of children and grandchildren, often came to Lao Xiucai's house, and sometimes stayed for a few days. The people who came this time included her mother-in-law, father-in-law, man, and brother, and the formation was very large. I heard that he married Lao Xiucai, and Lao Xiucai had no children and no daughters, so he recognized this goddaughter. For thousands of years, farmers have feared the gods of heaven and earth, and when measuring and deciding everything, they will look at the time and direction. Only after the eight parties have been proved to be safe can they start earth, repair, marry, hold banquets, trade, and travel. At home, on travel, and in business, they all pray for peace with their own hearts. When encountering difficulties, they believe that their ancestors and gods will protect the good, punish the evil and promote the good, uphold justice, and help the needy. The Chinese nation is a kind and grateful nation. Do not do unto others what you do not want to be done to yourself, but push your heart to your own and others. Generations of people carrying the green sky, facing the loess, tenaciously cultivated, cultivated, harvested, and multiplied. When they get out of trouble, they will be thankful. Grateful for the timely moisture of Ganlin Yulu, and grateful for the selfless nurturing of Huifeng Sunshine. Therefore, they will worship as gods those who give them grace in times of distress.
Lao Xiucai became the protagonist of the myth, and the most mysterious saying is that he has a heavenly eye that can see through the human body and connect the two worlds of yin and yang. When he saw the dying woman, he pricked the small hand of the woman holding the child in her heart with a needle and solved the danger. The stillborn baby was her unjust relative in her previous life to collect the debt. Of course, the villagers' saying is a legend, and legends tend to spread more and more gods. Perhaps, life has life. Life is very miraculous, some people just go to the water and fire, the sword through the chest, but survive. Some people can't get up even if they drink saliva and sneeze. Fortune, savior, luck, coincidence, self-determination.
In fact, Lao Xiucai said that Xiucai practiced medicine, and the bricks were put into the kiln, only a fire. The Yellow Emperor's inner meridian, the five elements of yin and yang, the eight veins of the Qi meridian, and the acupuncture points of soup are all in the book. From the time he was about to write the Xuanhuang of Heaven and Earth, perhaps he slowly knew the mystery. From the moment when I couldn't climb the Son of Heaven Hall, I also thought that the hanging pot could either be subsistence or be able to help the world.
Lao Xiucai does have some fairy spirit, which I saw with my own eyes. In the experience of growing up in a generation, climbing over the wall to take out a bird's nest belongs to the standard of "harmful" and naughty urchins. Of course, if the old people say that the boy doll looks like a girl, it must be both good-looking and very quiet. The nature of children, like kittens and dogs, crawls up and down, not idle for a moment. The traces of that generation, who were not idle when they were children, can be seen today. Hands, elbows, knees, legs, rubbing off the skin and cutting the mouth is commonplace. However, the child at that time was not expensive, and he had strong hands-on ability, and a handful of grass and wood ash stopped the bleeding. After that, new scars were replaced with old scars, all of them grew up, and none of them died from tetanus and sepsis. However, there are also times when misfortune cannot be taken care of, when someone else's gourd scoop is opened or by someone else, when oneself or your opponent is full of flowers and nosebleeds. The first place we went was Lao Xiucai's house. While his cigarette stick beat us, teaching Leng Touqing that his hands were not heavy, he pinched his fingers into a trick, chanted words, and sprayed it with a mouthful of cool water. Whiskers, blood will be "banned". Lao Xiucai is involved in general medicine, from pediatric food accumulation to Alzheimer's disease, can be treated with grass, leaves, root whiskers, bark and some rare things. To this day, I still remember that my relatives, when they were treated in the hospital for several months, were helpless, it was "hearth soil, silver (the wearer has requirements), reed roots (growing places have requirements), bamboo clothes", etc., less than 2 cents of medicine saved their lives.
In the years when the footsteps measure the distance, ten miles is the journey. People who connect with each other by letter are separated from each other in the next year. On both sides of the river, chickens and dogs heard each other, but there were also acquaintances who had not yet been seen. There is less flow, and the ground is empty and quiet. There is less information, people are peaceful and tranquil. However, people must live, farm, collect, go out, and return to make a living. Wind and rain, cold and summer, there will always be some incomprehensible things. Lao Xiucai will naturally pinch his fingers for the villagers at this time, and it is unknown whether he used "Plum Blossom Easy Count" or "Horse Front God Lesson". However, he often told the villagers, "There is food and burning of mariden", which is very suitable for this land with nine droughts and sparse vegetation. As for the auspicious days of his weddings and funerals, most of the places where travelers and lost belongings are accurate. Whether there is scientific truth or not, I don't know. However, he became a god at the age of eighty and an immortal at the age of ninety. At his fairy-like age, it would probably not be outrageous to say what he had seen. The external forms of things under heaven, on earth and on earth are different in the past, present, and future, but the inner truth should be the same. Nothing more, looking at the world, it is spring, summer, autumn and winter, cloudy and sunny. Looking at history, it is yesterday, today, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Looking at the stage, it is "traitors harm loyal courtiers, girls entangle each other." "Looking at the rivers and lakes, it is to fight and kill, and to hold grudges and grievances. Looking at the business, it is to come in at a low price and go out at a higher price. Look at the days, it is oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, pots and pans. Looking at life, it is coming and going, life and death.
Lao Xiucai had a treasure in his hand, a magnifying glass the size of a teapot head. As he lay on the kang, he held the mirror to look at the yellowed threaded books. While sitting under the eaves, hold the mirror to find the sun to ignite the fire and smoke. He smoked large tobacco leaves, occasionally coughed, and did not have much phlegm. He never took the magnifying glass out the door, and when he smoked under the big locust tree, he used a "fire medium" rolled with grass paper, and if he "poofed" at the fire, he would ignite an open flame, lit the cigarette and "poof" to blow it out. are all blowing a breath, the force of burning and extinguishing, the damper is different, blowing is not right on the road can not burn and can not be extinguished, do it in a hurry. When there was no "fire medium", he also used a flint fire sickle to "snap" Mars on cotton and blow fire and light a cigarette, which is a bit laborious and requires patience. At that time, I was curious about the glass piece, and I picked up the bottom of the wine bottle and compared it to burning the ants, and the ants were unharmed, but the light ran faster. At that time, children went to the east and west, and there was no taboo place. Taking advantage of the old show to warm up, I secretly took a magnifying glass and played with it. First, he pulled Niu Wa's hand over and focused, causing his teeth to crack his mouth. After that, he burned a hole in the full pile of cotton clothes and let him be beaten by adults. Lao Xiucai looked for a magnifying glass for two days and looked for it on the windowsill, and then he tied a rope to the handle of the mirror and carried it in his pocket from time to time like a pocket watch.
Lao Xiucai occasionally had the interest to let me write the words I had learned on the ground, and then said that the text was understood, and most of them I couldn't understand. He also asked me about current affairs on the wallpaper speaker of his house, and I was naturally confused. But he said at that time what "Baked Cake Song", "Push Back Chart", "Through the Sky" and so on, I was not interested in these, the only one was interested in that "Mai Xiang". However, he said, broken dolls, do not look good. I still remember his words, but the heavenly machine must not be leaked.
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