Chapter 9 Lao Zhang's Philosophy (9)

Sun Ba sent his uncle to the car and was about to enter the temple when Lao Zhang came out and gave Sun Ba a wink.Sun Ba handed the ear to Lao Zhang. "The old man drank a lot of wine today," Lao Zhang tilted his head and said in a soft voice, "There was some temper tantrum at the meeting. You should go to the city with them to Jiuheju to sit down and suppress their anger. There are not many people here. I will go home for dinner, and I will rush back to prepare tea for you after eating. I will soon have half a day to work, and I will probably be able to get the charter out."

"If you want to treat guests, you are indispensable." Sun Ba said. "You're welcome, there are still many days to eat you, I don't care about today." Old Zhang smiled. "Don't mess around, let's go together, it's hard work!" Sun Ba pulled Lao Zhang into the temple, and Nan Feisheng was taking off his big shirt under the ceiling to cool off.Lao Zhang nodded to them and said: "Everyone! Give Sun Ba Ye a face, go to Jiuheju to eat something casually. Fortunately, it's not far away, so we can discuss everything when we come back after eating."

"Let's discuss first." Nagarjuna said. "Since it's the kindness of Eighth Master, we have to join in the fun." Nan Feisheng said with a particularly affectionate look, twirling his little yellow beard. "Mr. Zhang, tell the soldiers to hire some foreign cars." Sun Ba said to Lao Zhang. "I have my chartered car." Nagarjuna said, and then he circled around and looked at the public. After the rickshaw was hired, everyone walked in four directions, rather aggrieved than showing that they were busy eating, and walked outside the temple.When everyone got into the car, Lao Zhang was still standing outside the door, pointing into the temple with his hand, and talking to a patrolman.That worthless old Zhang on the side of the road is the head office of the self-government association.

The coachmen stretched their waists and arrived at Deshengmen.After entering the city, the road was a bit flat, and several drivers speeded up evenly, hoping to get one or two more copper coins.The drivers who were not buying and selling by the roadside shouted: "Go! Go! Let's go!" So these people with human and animal faces felt that they had to work hard to win some glory. Sun Ba wanted to go to the restaurant first to show that he was the host.Lao Zhang was begging the people on the road to appreciate his majesty, but he thought the driver was slow.It's not surprising that Nan Feisheng is used to taking the express train.Nagarjuna wanted to show off the chartered car, so naturally he wouldn't stop the driver.Li Shandong was so hungry that he only hated the coachman for not having eight legs.Some coachmen are eager to win glory, and some are arrogant and selfish when riding a car, so under the scorching sun, several coachmen soar like electric urging.

Arrived at Desheng Bridge.There is a bay of green water in the west, slowly flowing eastward from Jingye Lake ①, and a few barefoot children on the bluestones on both banks, with their heads down, are holding long and thin bamboo poles to catch wheat ear fish in the water.There is a lotus pond in the east of the bridge; the bank is surrounded by green reeds.A few egrets stand quietly among the green lotus bushes, beautiful and kind, waiting for the small fish that come and go.On the north bank is a high pavilion with green tiles, and the residence of the regent of the Qing Dynasty still retains the dignity of the nobles.A gust of southerly wind blows the weeping willows on the bank, and the green cover in the pool shakes into an unanalyzable green wave, which is fragrant and poetic.

Even a blind person can still feel the sweetness of the lotus pond with his sense of smell; those with eyes can't help but stop and have a look.Even Lao Zhang's aesthetic concepts are floating in his mind, ready to come out.However, the philosopher's sense of beauty is different from that of ordinary people: "If the egret was made of silver, how much would it be worth if you secretly caught one in the middle of the night? If the green lotus leaves were all made of big money with Yuan Shikai's head, how attractive would it be?" Yes. However, it is inconvenient to hold money that is as big as a lotus leaf. Fortunately, if you have money, are you afraid that you can’t put it down?..."

Everyone is watching the scenery, but who pays attention to how the living people dragging the living people to the long and sloping stone bridge.Those coachmen are also used to it, and all muscle movements seem to be done by instinct like cats, dogs, cattle and horses.Bend over and lower your head almost to your knees, try your eyes to look to the left and right, and lift the car to the top of the bridge in one breath.Immediately, I straightened my back, took a breath, kept pressing my elbows on the handlebars for a moment, leaned back slightly, and slid down with my heels rubbing against the rough stones on the bridge.Suddenly there was a "chuck" and a few "ouches", and Officer Long's sitting posture remained unchanged, as if an adult lifted him up and threw him firmly on the dirt road under the bridge.Lao Zhang's car followed Nagarjuna's closely. Seeing the car in front of him fall down, the driver dodged to the side.However, to maintain the balance of power, Lao Zhang put all the gravity on the lower part, turned his back away from the carriage, and swayed from side to side a few times, so the car and the people rolled down along the inclination of the bridge along with a puff of dry dust.Lao Zhang's head was against the coachman's buttocks, and the coachman's head was hitting Officer Long's back.So Long Junguan changed from a sitting statue to a reclining Buddha.The drivers of the three cars in the back fell backward desperately, but they didn't slip down.Nagarjuna dropped a large official gauze blouse into a earth-colored sack, he couldn't help getting angry, got up and ran past the coachman.The pitiful coachman—Zhao Si—holds half of the handlebar in his hand, lying straight on the road, his left leg is soaked in human blood.Officer Long was also petrified.Lao Zhang just rubbed off a piece of skin from his palm. He wanted to lie down on the ground and wait for others to come over to help him, but the rough stone was as hot as a stove under the scorching sun.The coachman only looked around to see if his car was damaged, and didn't care to appreciate Lao Zhang's poetic criticism.

The rest of the coachmen put their carts under the bridge, wiped their sweat, nodded to each other and said with a half smile: "Tell him to run away, I'll take care of pancake rolls with scallions and it's nothing to do with him!" The pedestrians on the road immediately formed a circle naturally.Then the patrolman standing on the bridge waited for people to surround him, then he held the target of the iron knife and the leather shoes with iron fists, and turned around.He asked first, "Is the person in the car injured?" "It doesn't go well with dirty clothes, and you get hurt?" Officer Long said angrily. "Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, I ride a car every day. I have never experienced such hardships. Today we 'have money to buy flowers, but don't have money to buy pots, and plant them here'! What do you policemen care about?" Lao Zhang showed his might, half to the patrolman, half to the audience. "What about the coachman?" asked the constable.

"My name is Nagarjuna, an officer of the Salvation Army. This is my business card. If you call the Salvation Army Hospital, someone will come to carry him." "but……" "No need for 'but', Nagarjuna has a name and surname, except you, the new errand, who doesn't know us. Do what you are told!" Patrol police in Beijing are the most obedient to public opinion.As long as you wear a big shirt and take out a business card with an official title, you can order them without worrying about the police.If you are powerful, you can call the police department to tell the police department when you shit on the street, that's right, there must be a patrolman to clean the street for you.Nagarjuna understood this, and handed his business card to the policeman, and the real policeman gave him a salute and followed suit.The officers of the dragon army hired a car again, and ran faster than before to Jiuheju.