When I was young, I didn't understand why we lived in the mountains while the villagers lived together in the village. In the past, I thought that a master outside the house did not need a house, and the earth was his bed and the sky was his quilt. It wasn't until one day that I was called an expert outside the world, that I realized that the place we lived in belonged to the category of outside the world. I didn't understand why we lived outside the world. I thought it wouldn't be wonderful if the master took me and my fellow disciples to live together in Yiyang County, with toys, snacks, and interesting things.
Finally, I analyzed the prices of houses, cars and horses in Yiyang County, and came to a conclusion: we are too poor.
We have a pair of couplets written by Master in the main hall. The couplet reads: In this life, my Taoist heart is indifferent to the flowing water. In my life, I know that tranquility is the spring breeze.
I later wrote this conclusion as a horizontal note and posted it on the door beam: The poor have no choice.
A few days later, I came back from the consultation and added another one after this one: And I am almost bored to death by the love-hate relationship between Aunt Zhang and her family.
Senior brother Gu Ke also wrote below: On the attic.
Later, the junior fellow students posted a bunch of paper-cuts in the shape of thumbs up and called them likes.
After my master came out of seclusion, he punished us both not to eat meat for a month because of this. We immediately saved several chickens, so no junior brother admitted that the likes were posted by himself. This not only confirms the strong position of the concept of "we are poor" in our hearts, but also promotes the implementation of the real-name system for likes in Bulao Mountain.