Prose on the return of kindness

My friend's new factory is located, and he wants me to help him go to a place 70 kilometers away and invite an old monk who is still secular to see Feng Shui. I heard that the monk is very famous, and many big companies invited him to choose a site. In fact, my friends and I don't believe in Feng Shui, but building a factory is not a trivial matter after all, and there is no room for omission.

The village where the old monk lives is building a road. The road surface is uneven, and deep trenches have been dug on both sides of the road. I drove carefully to the village entrance, but there was a ridge in the middle of the road. I was afraid of getting stuck in the bottom shell, so I had to pull over. Maybe I drove too far, and the car tilted to the right and slipped into the ditch. I got confused as soon as I got off the bus. If I move again, I'm in danger of the whole car sinking in. I quickly turned to the onlookers for help, and everyone was very enthusiastic to help me out. Finally, it was agreed that the bracket above the car should be hung by a chain, and the board should be laid below. I paid 200 yuan.

An old man in his sixties accosted me while conducting: "Where are you from?"

I humbly replied, "Oh! I am from Pingzhuang. "

"Do you know Mr. Big?"

"That's my grandpa! How do you know him? " I have known since I was a child that everyone calls me grandpa' Mr. Big', but many people don't know his real name.

"ah! Are you the grandson of Mr. Da? " He looked me up and down in surprise.

"yes! ? Does anyone pretend to be a grandson? " I smiled and said to him.

"This is; The grandson of' Mr. Big'! " He pointed at me and shouted at an old man herding cattle by the roadside.

"What? The grandson of' Mr. Big'? " The old cowherd also looked at me in surprise.

Many people nearby asked, "Who is Mr. Da?"

"ah! Mr. Big is a good man! Cure one snake sore and save one! Many old people in our village have been treated by him ... "The old man talked about his grandfather's words.

I remember when I was a child, my grandfather always treated people in a strange way. He spread the thin cotton on the patient's snake sore, muttered, and then lit the cotton with a match ... no matter how severe the pain is when the patient comes, he will recover after a few days of such treatment. Grandpa always hangs a dozen shriveled toads on his back eaves, each with a piece of ink in his mouth. Whenever a patient comes to treat scrofula (mumps), grandpa will take out the ink block, grind ink on the inkstone, draw two crosses in the yard, and let the patient step on the cross facing the sun. He first wrote the word "small" on the patient's pimple with a brush, recited it, and finally painted the patient's pimple black. For three days in a row, the acne will gradually subside. ...

Grandpa never takes money for medical treatment. At that time, people were very simple, and they all treated diseases while chatting with grandpa. Sometimes the patient will send some snacks and flour to thank him, and he always keeps them for dinner. As long as I can remember, everyone called him "Mr. Big". Dad is called "Mr. Big's Child". I didn't expect grandpa to die for more than ten years, and someone still remembers him more than 70 kilometers away.

Soon, they put thick boards under the wheels, and I drove the car out smoothly. I took out my money and thanked him again and again. Who knows that the old man said with a straight face: "Thank you? Get the money back! The old man invited us to dinner. Do you want to pay? " "Don't money! No money! " Everyone speaks with one voice. Growing up, I can't remember how many times I was so moved by Mr. Big.

Under the guidance of everyone, I successfully found the old monk's home. The old man is kind-hearted, so people can't be associated with Mr. Feng Shui in Jianghu. In the car, I asked him a lot of questions in one breath: Is a person's life really made up of eight characters? Does this world really pay off? I guess he will answer yes, I have prepared many theories to refute him. He smiled faintly and said, "Let me tell you a story: in the early years, there was a man who was almost forty years old and was not married. He went to the city to find the famous fortune teller Zhang. The fortune teller told him: you are doomed to have no wife and live in poverty all your life. This man is very depressed. On his way home, he found a pocket and opened it. It's full of silver ingots. The man thought: I am doomed to have no money, and it is useless to ask for ingots. He will wait for his master in the same place. After a while, a policeman came back to look for it in a panic. He handed the bag to the messenger, who knelt before him gratefully and said, "You saved me!" " Saved my family! If I can't find it, I'm dead! ……

Seeing off the messenger, it suddenly began to rain. He hurried into a ruined temple. But when I came in, I saw a girl hiding from the rain. The girl curled up in fear, so he rushed out and told her not to be afraid. It rained all night, and he hid under the eaves all night. The rain stopped in the morning, and the girl begged him to take her home, and he agreed. After dinner, the girl's mother said, "If you don't dislike my daughter, let her be your wife!" " ! He refused again and again because he felt that his life was bad and he was afraid of bringing trouble to the girl. But the girl insisted, so he had to agree.

On the wedding night, he saw the golden light flashing in the corner of the bridal chamber and disappeared. He quickly told his wife that she gave him a hair clasp and told him: If the golden light is found again, put the hair clasp where the golden light disappears. He did, and then he dug out where the hairpin was inserted. As a result, a golden pheasant and five golden eggs were dug up. Since then, the man has become rich.

One day, he remembered Zhang's divination. He rode to ask the fortune teller? The fortuneteller smiled gently and said, "I'll calculate it for you. It's absolutely right. What you have now is what you have done by doing good deeds. You don't know how to pick up gold halfway! Don't move evil spirits when you meet a woman in a broken temple! This is all in return for you ... "Speaking of which, the old monk smiled and said to me," What goes around comes around comes around, and what goes around comes around comes around! Young man! Can't believe it! " I quickly replied: "I believe it! I believe! " I suddenly remembered the scene that I was stuck in the car just now: they got grandpa's kindness and returned it to me!

The old monk told me a lot along the way, some of which I didn't understand. But I firmly believe; This world is definitely one good turn deserves another! Even if your kindness can't be repaid to you at that time, it will be slowly repaid to your children and grandchildren!