"Xiaowen, Xiaohua, why are you here? Xiaowen, you still have injuries on your head, please don't come to work anymore."

Dasheng was currently helping to repair the dilapidated side hall of Longquan Temple. When he saw Zhong Wen and Xiao Hua walking over, he reminded them.

"Brother Dasheng, we are just here to take a look, you should be more careful."

Zhong Wen didn't come here to work. He had his own little thoughts. He was slightly touched by Brother Dasheng's kind reminder. Besides, he couldn't do any work in his current situation.

Brother Dasheng, my surname is Chen, and my given name is Dasheng. He is of medium height and thin. He wears a jacket similar to that of Zhong Wen and others, and even has a pair of straw sandals on his feet. Chen Dasheng is fifteen years old this year, and he is also the oldest child in the village.

So the children in the village call him Brother Dasheng.

Zhong Wen and Xiao Hua stood in the square, watching the Taoists, Brother Dasheng and several other village children helping to repair the dilapidated side hall.

"Brother, you can't go to work, or the wound on your head will bleed again."

Xiaohua looked at Zhong Wen, and saw that Zhong Wen seemed to want to help. Although Xiaohua knew that as long as he helped, he could earn a ration, but with his brother's current condition, he didn't want to get hurt again.

"Xiaohua, don't worry, I won't go to work. You stand here while I go in and take a look."

Of course Zhong Wen didn't go to work. With the way he looked now, he was just doing knitting work. It would be a good thing if he didn't get smashed to death by the wood on the main side hall.

Zhong Wen walked towards the side hall with his calves. Xiao Hua, who originally wanted to stay in the square, was unwilling to watch his brother go in alone, so he had to follow him. The little man's heart was worried about his brother.

, you have to be by your side at all times.

In the past, Xiaohua was basically like this. She was like a little bodyguard. Wherever Zhong Wen went, Xiaohua would definitely follow him. As for who was protecting whom, only Xiaohua still remembered.

"Xiao Wen, please go away, you are blocking my way."

Gao Yao held a short piece of wood in one hand and was about to enter the hall from outside the hall. Zhong Wen happened to arrive at the door of the side hall at this time.

"Gao Yao, then be careful and don't get hurt by the wood."

Zhong Wen saw Gao Yao coming over with a piece of wood in his arms and quickly gave way, not forgetting to give a warning.

"I got it, Xiaowen, don't go in there. It's a mess right now. Be careful if you hurt your head before it heals."

Gao Yao watched Zhong Wen move away and carried the wood into the side hall.

Gao Yao is also a child in the village. He is one year older than Zhong Wen. His figure is almost the same as Zhong Wen's, and his relationship with Zhong Wen is relatively good.

Gao Yao didn't have a famous name originally, because when he was two or three years old, his body was very weak. Fortunately, the old Taoist priest Guanli saved him. After taking medicine for several years, he gradually got better. Later, Gao Yao's mother

In order to thank the old Taoist priest, he gave the old Taoist priest the only big hen he kept at home, and Gao Yao became known as Gao Yao from then on.

Zhong Wen didn't listen to Gao Yao's instructions and walked directly along the wall of the side hall towards a corner. Xiao Hua followed him, wondering in his heart that he didn't know what his brother was doing.

The Taoist priests in the Taoist temple are basically busy with what they are doing, and they will not notice Zhong Wen and the others. Furthermore, the Taoist temple never prohibits anyone from entering. Anyone who is willing to come in can basically enter at will.

But you must abide by the rules in the temple.

Zhong Wen turned two corners and came to the corner of the side hall.

This corner is mostly made of large stones, which is the base of the side hall.

There are some characters engraved on these large stones, the writing is blurred, and the surface of the stones has been weathered for many years.

Due to the weathering of time, the surface of the big stone is covered with a lot of fine gravel and sand. If you flick it lightly, the stone and sand will fall off, and even erase the characters carved on the big stone.

Zhong Wen squatted down, stared at the characters on the big stone with his eyes wide open, and began to count them carefully.

There are not many characters. There are dozens of characters, both in bronze and seal script. It is not known when and who carved them on this base stone.

"Brother, what are these?"

Xiaohua squatted down with Zhong Wen and began to look at the characters on the big stone. Since Xiaohua didn't know the characters, she naturally didn't know what was carved on the stone. It looked like a ghost painting.

"I don't know, I guess some ancient person carved it here."

Zhong Wen kept staring at the characters on the stone, wanting to know something from them, or what was written in the characters. Unfortunately, he did not have a pen and paper. Otherwise, Zhong Wen would have to copy these characters down and save them for later.

Study slowly.

As Zhong Wen watched carefully, these characters gradually became clearer compared with the fonts he had learned and studied in his previous life.

Of course, these characters are not fully understandable by Zhong Wen, because many characters are missing, and even a few characters are so mottled that they are almost unrecognizable.

"Little Zhong family, what are you doing here? The main hall is still under renovation, so don't get hurt again."

A middle-aged Taoist priest in the Taoist temple happened to pass by at this time and saw brother and sister Zhong Wen squatting in the corner, facing the pedestal in the corner of the hall.

"Hello, Taoist Priest, we have nothing to do, so we came here to take a look. There are some characters here, I don't know what they are written on."

When Zhong Wen saw a Taoist coming, he quickly stood up and explained. Zhong Wen also knew this Taoist.

"These characters have been here for many years. I don't know what they are written on. There are many in other side halls. Little Zhong family, if you are fine, please leave here. We are working. If you accidentally kill you again,

If you get injured, it will be troublesome. You two should leave quickly."

After the Taoist finished speaking, he went back to work, leaving Zhong Wen and his sister behind, continuing to squat in the corner and read the characters on the stones.

Zhong Wen's mind was immersed in these characters, but Xiao Hua was doing nothing, standing up and squatting down, looking around.

As time went on, Xiaohua couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to pull Zhong Wen, who seemed stupid, but she was afraid of disturbing her brother.

"Brother, we don't want to be here anymore."

In the end, Xiaohua couldn't resist her boredom and pulled Zhong Wen's clothes, bringing Zhong Wen back to reality.

"Okay, let's go check out other side halls."

Zhong Wen stood up, took Xiao Hua with him, and went to the other side halls to look around. Zhong Wen had rarely been to the other side halls before, and he didn't even know the pedestals in the corners of these side halls.

There are also characters engraved on them.

There are many such characters carved on the corner bases of several side halls. Basically, there are dozens of characters. Zhong Wen doesn't know what these characters mean here, and it is impossible to know.

What do these characters mean?

The characters were somewhat scattered and could not be combined into sentences or words. In Zhong Wen's mind, he always wanted to form phrases and sentences with these characters, but he could never connect them together.

Every time Xiao Hua went to a side hall, she would always bow to the Taoist priest she was enshrining and mutter something. Zhong Wen didn't know what the little girl was talking about. Maybe she was asking God to bless her family.

After looking at several side halls, there were dozens of characters engraved on the base stones at the corners of the sixteen places. Calculated, there were thousands of characters, and there were many repeated characters. Zhong Wen guessed in his mind,

These characters must be a Taoist text about the stone pressing of the temple.

As for the purpose of this Taoist text and who carved it, everything is a mystery. The Taoist priests in the temple don’t know, and they don’t know if Taoist Master Li knows it. Maybe he knows it, but can it be composed into a Taoist text?

, that’s two things to say.

Zhong Wen thought to himself, when he has free time in the past two days, he must copy these characters and study them carefully. His biggest hobby in his previous life was to study these ancient texts. I would say it is interesting, it is quite interesting, but it is not interesting.

Well, for people who don’t understand, it’s really meaningless.

"Xiaohua, let's go."

After Zhong Wen figured everything out, he called Xiao Hua to leave Longquan Temple. Moreover, it was already afternoon. Although there was no lunch to eat, his stomach had already started to growl. Zhong Wen also thought about going to the mountain forest to pick some delicious food.

Eat something to fill your stomach.

There was no extra food at home, so I could only pick some buds, leaves, or small fruits to fill my hungry stomach.

PS: In times of famine, neither humans nor animals had anything to eat. They had to dig wild vegetables, pick leaves, twigs, wild fruits, etc. to satisfy their hunger. In addition, ancient people lacked a systematic identification of various plants.

learning, let alone reading or encyclopedia.

The output of grain in ancient times can be said to be frighteningly low. According to existing records, one acre of land today was probably close to two acres during the Tang Dynasty. For example, a family's farmland was more than 100 acres, and every few days

Annual rotation farming, for example, 150 acres, can only cultivate 50 acres. The other 100 acres are rotation farming fields, and the output of one acre is only tens or hundreds of kilograms. In addition,

There are many weeds, and without fertilizer sources and chemical fertilizers, the yield cannot be increased.

Of course, according to the historical records of China's agricultural development, if there is such a value as three to five hundred catties, the onlookers will regard it as a joke. If it is two hundred catties, let alone three to five hundred catties, it is also considered auspicious.

As far as the author knows, in the 1980s and 1990s, before the emergence of hybrid rice, the output of one acre of field was only about 600 kilograms of rice. This was still under the circumstances of intensive farming and high household fertilizer. Of course,
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