"I heard that nunners in some places are the bases of Guanyin Hall, and I don't know if it's true." When Teacher Chen was breathing, Ke Ke secretly asked Zhang Wei, but the so-called secret is actually something everyone can hear.

Perhaps it is particularly strange, because there are many nunners in Zhuji and magnificent, such as the Datang Temple, where there are also nuns, and it is even more incredible in Liao's house. There was once a nun temple, which was said to have three thousand nuns and eight hundred monks.

At this time, Coco asked Guanyin Hall, and Zhang Wei slammed, right!

So Teacher Chen explained some interesting things, that is, the nunnery in Jiang Village is actually very famous, and there are also discussion topics about so many nunnery in this area, such as why is it so popular to build nunnery?

Zhang Wei, his sister, and Keke both believed that because of Guanyin Hall.

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However, after chatting for a while, Teacher Chen turned the topic to the thatched house.

Teacher Chen said it vividly and vividly.

"My mother and aunts also said that the landlords in the thatched hut had a very hard time eating at home. A bowl of thin porridge can shine on the moon. When the copper spoon is put down, it will make a 'blue dong' sound, describing the thin porridge as thin as clear water." It seems like Teacher Chen drew a certain plot.

Such a plot shows that the so-called landlord is actually a model of thrift.

But Coco doesn't believe it anymore. Thin porridge is also porridge. If you can shine on the moon, it must be a lie.

Teacher Chen smiled without commenting, and continued to tell the story of the thatched trunk. Later, he wrote an article about the thatched trunk:

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Because of its long history, Maodian Village has cultural connotations. An important feature of rural areas in feudal society to measure village culture is the cultural venues and cultural teams, as well as individual qualities and cultivation of people.

There is no decent ancestral hall in our village, only a large incense room, and there are several ancestral halls in thatched trunk, which are large in scale. I remember that when I was a child, someone in the village got married. Those who invited the trunk to play and sing were all in the trunk team. The father of the classmate Rabbit God was a drum board hand! He wore a long cloth shirt and a red ribbon, and two drip drum sticks beat the drip drum quickly, directing the musical instruments of the entire team, which seemed like a while.

The people in the Maodian village are all very low-key, unlike the "unconnected three minutes" of Zhuji's temper. Although the east wind overwhelmed the west wind during the Cultural Revolution, even if the west wind overwhelms the east wind, they are still low-key. There are no magnificent incidents, and there are few generals who show up.

A strange phenomenon is that in villages with abundant land resources, young people rarely learn craftsmanship, and there are many thatched warehouses until they planted the "Sandouwan" in our village.

Later, I went to the home of my classmate Miao, a whore-client, several times. Because of the large population, in the special era, the living conditions were roughly the same, but their home was well organized, with a wide corridor in the terrace gate, and a pomegranate tree in the private field behind the house. The fields are full of green onions, leeks, garlic, and life is quite convenient!

Drought resistance in the double summer is a tough battle in our village. Since the paddy fields in our village are all on the hillside, the water released from the Xiyan Reservoir is to be turned over layer by layer into the paddy fields in our village. It is necessary to mobilize the strong laborers of the whole village to carry water on a treadmill day and night. Sometimes when they are really sleepy, people will fall off the water wheel and the water has to pass through the tucked-in-law. The village cadres of the tucked-inhouse are very generous in this regard and try their best to provide convenience.

Although we are still a little younger, we also like to be fucked. At night, we asked a few friends to learn how to take a waterwheel. The uncles and uncles tried their best to teach them, and they learned it slowly. When it was late at night, we put a piece of foot cloth on the grass under the camphor tree and fell asleep.

The moon is hanging in the west, and the sky is as clean as a piece of blue paper. The chickens in Maodian Village began to crow, "The sound of the chickens and the moon in the thatched trunk, and people are walking on the frost of the bridge." This is a poem by Wen Tingyun, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. It has a sad mood of travelers. We are not traveling far away in the village entrance of our hometown. We are not traveling far away, and the season has not fallen. In the hazy, people have already brought breakfast one after another. The day under the scorching sun begins again.

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(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!