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Chapter 20 The Mountain Village in the Mountains

Packed up the mood, drank some water, ate some dry food, the old and the young went on the road again.

They walked on the narrow path, following the ups and downs of the mountain peaks, winding up for a while, circling down for a while, walking and walking, until the sunset, the old Qitou wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the sky hanging down from the sky Sunset, pointing to an old boat moored on a private ferry by the river, followed Yu Sudao.

"Good boy, our grandpa and grandson have finally walked out of the boundaries of Sanjiang City. This is where the Yuanjiang River and Qingxi River meet. Later, we will eat some dry food to fill our stomachs. When Grandpa Qi regains his strength, we will go Let's go, let's cross the river to the Qingxi River where the opposite bank meets, and take a boat down the Qingxi River. Grandpa Qi will send you to Tongyang, far away from Sanjiang City.

When you get there, son, you are the sky high enough to let the birds fly, and the sea to let the fish swim. I have found out clearly, old man, that the arrest warrants for you and your second brother are only inside and outside Sanjiang City, at most the surrounding counties. When you get to Xie Cha Ling, there are no other places, and the place Grandpa Qi sent you to is still in the old mountain col, just rest assured, child. "

Yu Su nodded when he heard the words, knowing that Grandpa Qi had a meticulous mind, and he had nothing to doubt about his old man's arrangements. The only thing he was worried about was...

"Grandpa Qi, what about my second brother?"

Old Qi, who was unloading the burden of dry food on his back, froze his hands, then looked at Yu Su apologetically.

"That treasure, Grandpa Qi doesn't know where your grandpa sent your second brother to take refuge, but don't worry, your second brother is definitely fine. If he has something to do, the yamen will definitely not post his arrest warrant. Right now , you little doll doesn’t have to worry too much, okay, don’t worry, just take care of yourself.”

"Grandpa Qi, I'm worried..."

Stared at by Yu Su's big watery eyes, the old Qi was defeated and begged for mercy, "Okay, okay, Grandpa Qi promises you, when you settle down, Grandpa will help you to find out about your second brother later. News, once there is a letter, Grandpa will give you a letter, okay?"

Yu Su nodded again and again, "Thank you, Grandpa Qi, Susu, I've worked hard on your old age, I'm sorry to bother you."

"Tsk~ you child!"

Old Qi shook his head with emotion, dragging Yu Su to eat dry food and drink water, the grandpa and grandson boarded the small fishing boat, and the boat took them across the Yuan River to the mouth of the Qingxi River at the junction, and then entered the fast-flowing, less watery area. The Qingxi River flows down the river.

After walking for most of the night, because they were going to walk the vast and dense forest mountain road where there were no people, they were afraid of encountering wild animals on the road, so the grandfather and grandson floated the boat into the reed marshes, rested in the boat for half the night, and waited until dawn. I packed my bags, carried the burden on my back, hid the boat in the depths of the reeds, and set off ashore.

Listening to the singing of birds in the forest, and even the howling of wolves in the distant mountains, after walking for more than a day, Yu Su finally followed Old Qitou to this Wuzhong Mansion, which he was completely unfamiliar with, in the south of the Three Rivers. Manshan Village, Baisha Town, under the jurisdiction of Tong County.

Manshan Village is surrounded by mountains on all sides. There are two shortest roads to go out of the mountain. You can either walk through the mountains and dense forests full of beasts and rough roads; Go by boat by the river.

There are few fields in such a place, and life is not easy. In order to survive, people have to reclaim terraced fields along the mountains. After years of farming and raising the land, they barely support the small and large villages scattered in the deep mountains, among which there are naturally Manshan Villages.

The ears of rice in the field are turning yellow, and it seems that the autumn harvest is about to begin. Everyone counts on this idea to make a living throughout the year. The whole mountain village is busy, either checking the sickle dustpan at home, or going to the edge of the field to check the dry fields. The progress is good for threshing millet.

The same is true for the old Song family at the east end of the village. Early in the morning, Song Baochang, the head of the family, took his eldest son Song Dayou, second son Song Erfa, and third son Song Sande out of the house with a hoe on their shoulders, and came to guard their millet field. Here comes the dry field.

After sealing the water inlet of the paddy field and allowing the water to flow along the mountain ditch, Old Songtou held the handle of the hoe in both hands and shouted to Da'er beside the field ridge, "This is done, Dayou, dig the base of the field to release water. "

With an order from his side, Song Dayou, who was standing on the ridge of the field at the side of the mountain outside, let out a groan, and dug up the silt at the mouth of the field with a hoe.

Seeing the water in the field slowly leaking out, and seeing the fruit abound in the field, Old Song Tou let out a breath, his dark and old face couldn't help showing a touch of joy for the harvest.

Taking a puff of joy in his heart, Song Baochang couldn't help but take off the tobacco rod pinned to his waist, carefully squeezed a pinch of shredded tobacco from the old purse hanging under the tobacco rod, stuffed it, took out the scythe to light the shredded tobacco, and Song Baochang sat comfortably Both of them had joy in their eyes.

Cai Youzai Youzai enjoyed exhaling smoke rings, and suddenly, a loud and loud voice came from the opposite hillside.

"Old Song Tou, Old Song Tou, your house has visitors, your mother-in-law told you to go home quickly..."

Is this calling my father?
Song Dayou, who was standing on the edge of the field and guarding the water outlet, heard the content of the shouting clearly at the first time, and quickly looked at his father, "Father, it was Uncle Chicken Neck next door who called you, saying that it was a visitor from home, my mother asked you go home."

Song Baochang, who was standing on the inner side of the field and leaning against the ditch along the mountain, was smacking the pipe comfortably. He didn’t hear it clearly. The older son Song Dayou, who was guarding the water outlet, repeated it. The shout on the other side got closer. Come to yourself.

"You chicken neck uncle called me?"

Song Dayou hummed, and Song Erfa and Song Sande, who were working in the upper hills, also heard the shout, and hurried to the edge of the field to poke their heads down and echoed, "Father, I just called you, saying it was a visitor from home." , mother let you go home."

"Is there a guest?" Song Baochang was even more puzzled, what kind of guest could he come to this year?

Could it be that the married eldest aunt or second aunt came back to her mother's house?
But it's not right, if the two daughters return home, wouldn't the old woman be so anxious to ask the neighbor to bring a letter to call her home?
But if it wasn't the daughter returning home, then who was it?

My family, like the vast majority of other families in the village, came to the deep mountains to escape the war or famine. Although they have lived and multiplied here for several generations, there are really no relatives outside the mountains. Living in this mountain forest, the farthest old aunt is just married to Baisha Town.

Uh~ Could it be that someone from the old aunt's house came?

Thinking of this, Song Baochang quickly took two puffs of cigarettes, and said to his three sons, "Go to my house and have a look, and your three brothers will stay here and watch, and go to Fengyeao when the two hills are done. , Dry up Baqiu Guzitian and Lao Shanmao's two hills together."

The old farmers point to this little grain all year round, and the autumn harvest depends on whether the grandfather will reward him or not, but he has to hurry up and dry the fields while the weather is good, and then thresh the millet. This is a big matter for the whole family to eat. .

Brother Song Dayou nodded his head three times in response, and then old Song Tou pinched a blade of grass to cover the unfinished pipe, snuffed out the sparks through the blade of grass, and pressed the remaining shredded tobacco into the pipe vigorously. After pressing it to make sure it would not fall, he inserted the tobacco rod back into his waist, picked up the hoe in his hand, and headed home without looking back.

While walking, the old man muttered in his heart, the old woman is so anxious, who is the guest at home?

He was thinking hard all the way, but he didn't know until he got home that the visitor was so unexpected.

(End of this chapter)