Chapter 14 Thirteen had no choice but to feel sorry for my ancestors.

After the fall of Tianjin, for a long time, no one mentioned Sha Er.Some people say that on the day he went to Zizhu Forest to take over the battle, he stepped on a landmine buried by Maozi and died; I don't know what's going on with the wires, and I thought there was something magical in them -- put them on a ship and transport them to overseas exhibitions.After the Gengzi Incident, for several years in a row, people's hearts were uncertain and society was restless.The Maozi demolished the city wall of Tianjin and doubled the size of the concession, so there were more Maozi on the ground in Tianjin.In the war between China and foreign countries, some people understand it and are no longer afraid of Maozi; some people are confused, and they are even more afraid of Maozi.They think that all the gods in the sky and the lower realms have nothing to do with it, and a magic whip, even if it is really a manifestation of the ancestors, can't withstand the blow.

The Golden Fairy is fine enough.He hid Sha Er, a five-six-foot, coughing and panting living person, at home for more than half a year, and no one knew about it.Silly Er healed the injury on his shoulder, but the broken braid never healed.The braid was interrupted by Yang Gunzi who crossed his shoulders obliquely, and there was only half a foot left on the top. After half a year of raising it, after two feet, it became longer and thinner, and the color turned yellow, like the hair on the buttocks of a gazelle. The prong came out of the fork.Once the hair is crossed, it will not grow any longer, and the braid will be a foot short, and it will not be long enough to shake, and it will not be strong enough. It is like a horse's tail sweeping people.

These days, Jin Zixian, father and daughter, and Sha Er are in a terrible mood, as if they smashed a priceless antique handed down from their ancestors.Jin Zixian ran all over the medicine shops inside and outside the city, looking for the secret recipe for hair growth.I ran down my calf by an inch, and finally found out that the shopkeeper Feng of Ruizhitang on Guyi Street had such a secret recipe.Jin Zixian came to Guyi Street non-stop, but the shopkeeper of the pharmacy had already changed Cai Liu.Cai Liu said that shopkeeper Feng was crushed to death by a collapsed gable wall when foreigners washed the city half a year ago.Jin Zixian didn't give up, and fortunately he had a mouth under his nose that didn't bother him, so he finally found Shopkeeper Feng behind the "One-stop" steamed stuffed bun shop in Beidaguan.Shopkeeper Feng is now setting up a small sugar stall in a door-to-door room with a big tofu block.When the pharmacy was mentioned, Shopkeeper Feng burst into tears.

It turned out that during the Gengzi Rebellion, the Mabians of the Nie Junmen Wuwei Army were on the Juyi Street, taking advantage of the chaos to rob the pawnshop, and the fire led to the Ruizhitang Pharmacy.Cai Liu rushed to throw the account box into the fire before the water meeting arrived. The money account of the drug store had long been handed over to Cai Liu by the shopkeeper Feng, and there must be a lot of fake accounts.There is nowhere to check this burning.After the fire was extinguished, Cai Liu bribed a group of people, claiming to be creditors, to collect debts from shopkeeper Feng, but shopkeeper Feng couldn't get the account. , Really forced Shopkeeper Feng to go bankrupt.In the end, the drug shop was sold out, and the debt was paid off, but it was Cai Liu who took over the shop.Shopkeeper Feng wiped his tears and said:

"This corresponds to an old saying, the one who can really kill you is the people around you." Jin Zixian was filled with emotion.A person who lives fifty lives will go through twists and turns, and there will be things that he regrets. Think of Silly Er's braids. When he regrets the incident, he shouldn't have asked Silly Er and Chrysanthemum to live outside the city. If he was by his side, he would never Ask silly two to fight with foreign guns and cannons.Seeing that shopkeeper Feng was timid, honest and weak, and would not talk too much outside to cause trouble, he quietly told shopkeeper Feng about the silly braid.He understood that if he made nonsense about some relative getting a ghost shave, shopkeeper Feng would not come up with the secret recipe.When he got to the point of speaking, he hesitated for a moment, and involuntarily used his eyes, and only said that the fool was drunk, and the oil lamp burned out his braids.Shopkeeper Feng heard this and shouted:

"Ah! The magic whip is broken, it's still worth it! Don't worry, I have a secret recipe handed down from my ancestors, which was used by the Queen Mother Lafayette. I haven't given this recipe to anyone. In the past few years, Ruanzhi County suffered from bald sores. , hair loss, I have never used this prescription for him, I just copied a folk recipe for him. The folk recipe and the secret recipe are two different things. When my ancestors uploaded this prescription, there were four formulas: "Qinglong Danfeng, touch it and it will work." ;Black dog and white chicken, use is useless.' The silly second master is not a mortal, the braid is a magic weapon from the ancestors, as long as he uses this recipe, he will have black and oily hair in the blink of an eye!"

Jin Zixian called out: "That's great! I just believe in the traditions passed down by my ancestors! I was accused of a German pharmacy in Zizhulin selling 'Bayer hair growth cream'. I don't believe it. I don't believe that foreigners are smarter than our ancestors." Shopkeeper Feng beamed when he heard that.He closed the stall first, closed the door, then opened the rosewood box in the corner of the room, took out a small red sandalwood box from the bottom of the box, opened the steel lock, and took out a small bag wrapped squarely in Song brocade, with a yellow ribbon tied on it. Untie the ribbon, peel off the wrapping, and then unwrap layers of satin, silk, silk, and wool paper wrappers, and finally there are several prescriptions pressed by a piece of jade.The paper of the prescription turned yellow, but the words written in small script in cursive style were still clear.He respectfully put the prescription on the table, pressed it firmly with a paperweight, took a pen and paper, and while solemnly transcribing it, explained the usage of each medicine carefully:

"This is "A Prescription of Thousand Gold". Nettle leaves, hemp leaves... two or three each... rice slop to make soup, and when it is not cold or hot, use it to wash the hair of the silly second master. It has the effect of promoting the growth of hair and strong hair This is "Sheng Hui Fang", which was the favorite medicine of the Empress Dowager Lafayette for combing hair. There are three kinds of medicines in total, three torreya seeds, shelled; two walnuts, with skin; arborvitae leaves, one or two, used raw, Put it together and smash it. Do remember that the medicine primer must be snow water. You must not use ordinary river water and well water. Soak the medicine powder in snow water, and then use a comb dipped in this medicine to comb your hair. The effect of this walnut lies in' Moisturizing black hair', if the new hair is red and yellow, add an extra walnut inside... Can you remember?"

Jin Zixian clapped his hands and said, "Okay, okay, the magic whip is saved!" He asked again, "How much, I will pay!" Although shopkeeper Feng is weak, he is very excited.Seeing Jin Zixian so happy, he became excited again.He waved his hands and said, "I won't take any cents! Keeping the magic whip is also keeping the vitality left by our ancestors. I'd rather give it away!" He copied two other secret recipes for Jin Zixian.One is "Lafayette Ointment", and the other is "Lafayette Fragrance".In this way, all the medicines for washing, combing and spraying are all ready.Shopkeeper Feng told him to buy the medicine separately in several pharmacies, and don't ask anyone to copy the prescription secretly.In the way of medicine, plagiarism is even more serious.

Jin Zixian thought to himself, he really met a good person.After thanking you thousands of times, I picked up the prescription and went to grab the medicine happily.Go back and use it according to the prescription, and it will work.The medicine seemed to hide the divine way, and within a few days, Sha Er's hair gradually turned black and brightened, as if it had been dyed with soot and ink over and over again.Then it looked thicker, like spring grass.Half a month later, they suddenly saw that every hair was arched with black and shiny tips, as if sprouting and jointing, which made the Jin family and their daughter cry out in surprise.Moreover, since taking the medicine, God has helped, it often snows, and two or three times it is more than a foot thick. The golden chrysanthemum is soaked in fresh snow water, and I use it to comb and wash Sha Er’s hair every day. , that smooth black shiny, thick and long magic whip has completely recovered.

Silly Er played a few times, and it was no different from the previous one. At this time, there were rumors everywhere that Sha Er was not dead, nor was he shipped overseas by foreigners. His braid was burned out by the oil lamp, and he was hiding in the old man Jin Zixian's house like a bald-tailed chicken. Come to Jin's house to make inquiries.Instead, Jin Zixian got out of the mouths of these "inquiries", and these rumors came from the mouth of shopkeeper Feng.He thought, that's right! These words were exactly what he told Shopkeeper Feng.Fortunately, he was careful not to tell the whole truth that day, otherwise people would know that the magic whip was broken by a foreign gun, and it would not be a big deal! This really made him terrified.The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, he slapped the table straight, and wanted to go to shopkeeper Feng to settle the score, but he thought about it, what's the use of scolding a weak person like shopkeeper Feng? bad thing.He secretly said in his heart: "This should also be an old saying: poor people must be hated!" Silly Er comforted the father-in-law: "Why bother to be angry, I'll take a walk in the street tomorrow and show my face, keep it safe and gossip is gone!" The next day, the Jin family's father and daughter accompanied Sha Er for a big circle around the city.Everyone saw Sha Er, and also saw the dazzling magic whip on Sha Er's head, and the rumors disappeared immediately.It seems that no matter how powerful the rumors are, they cannot withstand the touch of the truth.It's like the filth in the stomach, which can only sneak out through the pants. Although in the eyes of outsiders, the majesty of the whip is still the same, but Sha Er's heart is not the same.That day, in the hollow outside the south gate, the feeling of the invisible foreign gun piercing his shoulders and breaking his braids always weighed heavily on his heart, and he couldn't be happy.Although he held up the "magic whip" in front of everyone, the plaque of "Zhang Guowei" was still hung at home with great momentum.His internal organs always feel empty, rootless and lacking in confidence.The braid on the top of the head is like a bright and long dream.Waking up now in a daze, it was as if a breath had escaped from her braids. For the past year, Jin Zixian has had a hard time.Most of the "eight brokens" that you spend money on are old and young, and there are always fewer and fewer old and young.He sighed and sighed every day, and he had to recite many times "although the old tune is self-love, many people don't play it today".But if you don’t sell paintings, you will have nothing to eat, and your stomach often breaks down your strength.He switched to Fei Xiaolou's brushwork, drawing small pictures of the living and small shadows of the dead.But at this time, the foreigner's photography industry came in, and it didn't cost much money to leave a person's appearance and air on a small piece of paper.Although the photography skills of foreigners are wonderful, they also have flaws. The photos cannot be large, and the portraits must be as large as possible.But before he took advantage of his portraits and pushed out photography, a charcoal painting method was spread overseas, which enlarged the people in the photos and made them as realistic as the photos.This did not make Jin Zixian eat at all, and he was so angry that he cursed at foreigners, he would curse at "foreigners", vowed not to buy foreign goods, and even smashed a foreign clock at home that kept the time correct.But after Gengzi, the city was demolished, there was no city gate, and there was no need to open and close the gate according to the time, and the foreign fire brigade was stationed on the Drum Tower, and the "one hundred and eight pestle" bell had long since stopped beating.He can't know the time, he can only look at the shadow of the sun and the line in the cat's eyes, and he often delays the time when things happen.He made a lot of mistakes, but he didn't want to buy foreign clocks and watches, so he made mistakes again and again. At this time, Sha Er and Jin Juhua moved back to their home in Xitou early, but they had to rely on Jin Zixian to support them.Seeing that the father-in-law's money was getting tighter day by day, and that it was time to tighten his trousers when he went down, he said to Jin Zixian: "Chrysanthemum and I have never had children. The rule that braiding skills must be passed on to our descendants seems to be unworkable. I thought, firstly, we cannot completely eradicate the skills left by our ancestors, secondly, three times a day. Meals, daily necessities, rice, oil, salt, no money. Anyway, my stomach is empty, and it will be called when the time comes. I plan to open a martial arts gym and teach a few apprentices. I don’t know if I am offending my ancestors by doing so.” Jin Zixian was speechless, thought for three days, and answered him: "I think that's the only way to go. Anyway, Kung Fu has not been passed on to foreigners, so they are worthy of their ancestors. But when recruiting disciples, you must choose decent people. It is better to have few but good ones, and avoid too many and indiscriminate ones. You must not insult the family tradition." Silly Er thought that the father-in-law was very rigid, and he would definitely oppose this kind of thing that violated the ancestors.Hearing this, he hesitated instead, fearing that the soul of his ancestor would come to him. The reason why Jin Zixian agreed is that there is another reason that cannot be said, that is, the golden chrysanthemum is barren and has no offspring. She tried her best to encourage him to open a martial arts gym and accept apprentices, but Jin Juhua always showed him empty noodle bags, empty salt jars, and empty oil bottles.Silly Er was forced to have no choice but to grit his teeth and open a mountain to accept disciples.At that time, there were quite a lot of people looking for teachers, so he strictly selected two to be his apprentices.And gave them both stage names.The surname Tang is called Tang Xiaozhuan, and the surname Zhao is called Zhao Xiaozhuan. After the kung fu is mastered, they will be called by their names.Silly Er also discussed with Jin Zixian the eight commandments of the martial arts school, which are "Four Musts" and "Four Don'ts". Jin Zixian wrote them on cinnabar paper and pasted them on the wall: 1. Respect teachers and ancestors 2. Know loyalty, filial piety and righteousness 3. Know etiquette, righteousness and shame 4. Know how to accumulate virtue and merit 5. It is not allowed to say goodbye to another teacher 6. It is not allowed to accept apprentices on behalf of teachers 7. Don't disclose the formula Eight, not allowed to damage the braid On the day of accepting disciples, Silly Er burned incense and kowtowed to his ancestors, scolded himself as a traitor, and changed the rules of his ancestors that had not changed for two hundred years. It does not violate the original intention of the ancestors to create this magical skill. In fact, he was rushing things to this point. If he can’t change it, he will change it. His ancestor died in the ground long ago, so he can still ask him to settle the score? How can he move forward with his ancestors behind his back?