A quarter of an hour later, Zhong Mugen and his wife returned home from working in the fields and saw the brother and sister in front of the open space at home.

"Xiaowen, are you going to the mountains and forests again? Why did I tell you yesterday not to go to the mountains and forests again? There are a lot of wild beasts and snakes in there. Why are you so disobedient?"

When Zhong Mugen returned home, he saw five hares in a basket by the kitchen and roared at Zhong Wen so loudly that Xiaohua shrank in fright.

"Xiao Wen, your dad is right. You really don't want to go to the mountains and forests anymore. If you do, you have to call your dad."

At this time, Xiu approached Zhong Wen, somewhat protective of Zhong Wen.

"You guys, well, it's my fault as a useless father, and I've suffered so much for you."

Zhong Mugen sighed heavily. Although there were a lot of hares from yesterday to today, these hares were obtained at considerable risk. He felt ashamed of his two children.

A sudden feeling of loss arose.

"Daddy, I won't go there anymore. Even if I want to go, I will ask daddy to go with me."

Zhong Wen looked at his cheap dad like this, he seemed a little sad and couldn't bear it.

"Dad doesn't mean to scold you. He just doesn't want anything to happen to you. You also know what happened in the village before. Don't go there again in the future."

Zhong Mugen raised his head and looked at his two little children. He knew that they were trying to improve the conditions of the family, but the dangers in the mountains and forests were really not something that these two little children could bear.

Xiu looked at Zhong Mugen, then at brother and sister Zhong Wen, and walked away silently, carrying yesterday's and today's hares to pack away.

Zhong Mugen felt very unhappy, so he had to follow Xiu to clean up the hare and the big snake yesterday. If he didn't clean up the rabbit today, it would probably stink by the afternoon.

"Brother, father and mother are angry."

Xiaohua approached Zhong Wen, stretched out her little hand, and tugged on Zhong Wen's clothes.

"It's okay, Xiaohua."

Zhong Wen didn't know how to explain this. After all, he was indeed a little young, let alone Xiao Hua. Going to the mountains and forests behind was not a big deal, but the memory in his mind made Zhong Wen

Wen knew the reason.

As long as Zhong Wen can remember, no less than three people in the village have died in the mountains and forests, not counting those injured by poisonous snakes.

Basically every two or three years, someone in the village dies from the claws of wild beasts in the forest.

This may be a problem that makes Zhong Mugen and his wife sad and sad. Furthermore, their family is poor, and Zhong Mugen thinks that he is unable to afford the family, which makes him even more sad.

Breakfast is still hare meat and wild vegetable porridge. The prepared hare meat and big snake have already been hung in the kitchen to bake.

We don’t have too much salt at home, so we can only bake them, which also makes these meats less likely to spoil.

While Zhong Wen was eating breakfast, he was thinking about how to get some salt. Maybe he could get some plant ashes and boil some salt.

If we get more prey in the future, we can at least make it into bacon instead of baking it into dried meat like now.

Although Zhong Wen knows how to process it, he might as well forget it for now. The hare is already hanging in the kitchen. He can't even make it into bacon. He can only wait until later.

Furthermore, Zhong Wen was still thinking about making money. He thought about transcribing those characters, translating them, and selling them to Taoist temples, so as to earn some money. Zhong Wen still knew whether the family had money.

"Xiao Wen, Xiao Hua, you two don't want to go to the mountains and forests today. You must not go."

After breakfast, Zhong Mugen and his wife went to work in the fields again with wooden hoes. Before leaving, they did not forget to warn the Zhong Wen brothers and sisters.

"Dad, grandma, we understand, we won't go today."

Zhong Wen felt helpless and could only nod his head in response, but his thoughts went to Dao Wen.

It is definitely impossible to go to the mountains and forests today. I still have things to do today.

Watching his parents go away, Zhong Wen pulled a bowl out of the kitchen.

I brought the gold mast and started making yellow paint.

Carrying everything in his arms, he came to the stone, holding a small wooden stick in his hand, crushed all the golden masts, and poured them into the bowl.

When all the golden bark is done, you only need to add a little bit of water to a large bowl of crushed golden bark and mix it evenly, then it can be used as writing paint.

"Brother, what is this you made?"

Xiaohua, who had been watching Zhong Wen's work, had a curious look on her face. From her little eyes, she basically saw some question marks.

"Xiaohua, this is paint, used for painting. Go to Ershui's house in the village and ask for a long chicken feather."

Zhong Wen couldn't explain anything to Xiao Hua, but writing required tools. No one in the village had read or read, and there was no writing brush to speak of. It was impossible to even get a quill.

Among the 20 or 30 households, only five or six households raised a few chickens, and they were all old hens.

There is only one big rooster in Ershui's house. Every day in the village, the hen will follow the big rooster in Ershui's house to find some bugs to eat. At dawn in the morning, you can always hear the big rooster crow, 'Oh

Oooh, you can hear it even from a mile away.

"Okay, brother, I'm going."

After listening to Zhong Wen's words, Xiaohua put aside her doubts and walked to Ershui's house in the village.

Er Shui, you can tell from this name that it is not a good name. He is similar in age to Zhong Wen and has an average relationship with Zhong Wen.

But Ershui's little sister has a very good relationship with her own little sister, and they often played together in the past.

Ershui's little sister is called Ermei, which is not a good name. Women in the village basically don't have names. Just like Zhong Wen's mother, she is called Xiu.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Xiaohua came back with a rooster's tail wing. After Zhong Wen took it, he continued to make a chicken quill pen.

Chicken quill pen, maybe it can only be called like this. Zhong Wen took the chicken quill pen, put some paint in the bowl, and wrote a word on the stone.

"Well, it's not bad, but it's a little bland. Try adding some charcoal."

Zhong Wen took a small piece of charcoal from the kitchen, smashed it into pieces, and put it all into the bowl to stir.

"It's okay this time. I don't know if the color will fade."

Zhong Wen wrote a word again, the color was much darker, and a gray word "Zhong" appeared on the stone.

"Brother, brother, what are you writing? Can you write?"

Xiaohua's question has always been in her little mind, but she never asked it until she saw Zhong Wen writing.

"I can't write, I just draw pictures."

Zhong Wen can't say that he can write. If his father and mother find out, there will be a big fuss. He will have to go to some mountain god to worship him for several days and nights before he can stop.

"Xiaohua, let's go to Guanli."

Zhong Wen was carrying a basket with wood chips and a bowl of paint in it, but he was holding a quill pen in his hand.

"Brother, why are we going to the temple? To copy those talismans?"

Xiaohua followed Zhong Wen, wondering, did her brother make these wood chips and that bowl just to copy the characters in the temple?

"Yes, I want to copy those characters. They are Taoist texts. It will be beneficial to copy them more."

The benefits Zhong Wen talks about are actually just to translate and sell them for money.

The brother and sister walked all the way and arrived at Longquan Temple two quarters of an hour later.

In Longquan Temple, there were many Taoists and children from the village helping to repair the dilapidated side hall, and they didn't even notice the arrival of the Zhong Wen brothers and sisters.

There are not many adults in the temple usually, but the children from the village often come to help with the work and earn some food.

Zhong Wen came to the side hall that was being repaired and sat in the corner, holding a piece of wood in his left hand and a feather pen in his right hand.

He began to copy the characters on the stones on the base of the side hall. Xiaohua squatted beside him boredly, looking here and there.

In a quarter of an hour, Zhong Wen finished transcribing one corner.

To put it bluntly, this time is actually quite long. There are only a few dozen characters. However, due to the age of these characters, it is very difficult for Zhong Wen to identify them.

As for Zhong Wen's wood chips, there are several characters on them due to difficulty in identification. Zhong Wen recorded several similar characters as a reference for future research.

If you create a complete and clear set of dozens of words, it will only take a minute or two at most.

But the same cannot be said for these characters. In addition to being difficult to read, some of them have lost some structure due to the weathering of stones, and some are even missing half of the characters.

After transcribing a piece of wood from a piece of stone, there are many characters on both sides, but Zhong Wen's annotations are more numerous.

Half an hour later, Zhong Wen walked out of the dilapidated side hall with the basket on his arm. Xiao Hua was no longer beside him, following Zhong Wen like a fool, staring at the stones in the corner.

Look, Xiaohua doesn’t want to do this, and now she doesn’t know where to go to play.

For Xiaohua, copying those characters was something only a fool would do, and at this time, Zhong Wen was the fool in Xiaohua's eyes.

Zhong Wen went to another side hall. Since there was no one in this side hall, Zhong Wen no longer needed to be cautious.

The continuous copying for an hour and a half made Zhong Wen's eyes almost unbearable. Although he had finished copying the three side halls at this time, there was only one side hall left that was not copied.

Zhong Wen was sitting near the door of the side hall to take a rest, but at this time, Xiao Hua appeared out of nowhere.

"Brother, I saw Brother Dasheng just now."

Zhong Wen raised his head and looked at Xiaohua. He didn't know what was going on in her little head. Is there anything strange about seeing Brother Dasheng? Brother Dasheng was helping in the temple. If he wasn't here, where else could he go?

"Well, I understand."

Zhong Wen just wanted to take a good rest, even for his eyes and arms, because there was still a side hall waiting for him to work on.

After resting, Zhong Wen went to the remaining side hall and began to copy characters.

Xiaohua watched her brother do that boring thing again, and then ran away to watch Taoist and Brother Dasheng repair the side hall.

At this time, Zhong Wen was immersed in copying characters, but he did not notice that a Taoist priest at the door of the side hall was watching him.
Chapter completed!