Reborn in the fiery age, I am a salted fish in the mountains

Chapter 162
Dumb past, unclean.

Definitely.

But Han Xiaokang knew that he could never make the mistake of "presumption of guilt": setting the other party as guilty in advance, and then looking for evidence based on this idea.

If everyone looks at problems with this mentality, the overall environment will never be better: after all, everyone always judges others with the greatest malice.

How can life be better?
In the past, this area was very messy, and people who lived in the ravines around Huangjinggou would not have particularly clean buttocks.

This situation has its own historical reasons.

At that time, there were exploits by the old government and small warlords, and bullying by bandits and bullies. In such a harsh living environment, let alone the dumb and martial arts.

Han Xiaokang believes that if she is pushed to a certain point, a gentle and kind girl like Aju will become strong, even ruthless.

——At least occasionally inform the bandits in order to protect themselves. It is estimated that many mountain people will be able to do it no matter whether he is willing or unwilling, but at this time, right?
Aju is still like this.

Not to mention people with personalities like myself and Zhou Min, I guess if Zhou Min and himself were reduced to that kind of environment, the methods would probably be darker than ordinary people.
It's like saying that the mud is not stained. Fart, the mud is not thick enough, not deep enough!
If the silt is really over the top of the head, no one will sink, how can there be the ability to resist!
Slip down the hill.

Han Xiaokang and Zhou Min lowered their figures, and slowly groped towards the grove as close to the ground as possible.

When the distance was getting closer and closer, I could vaguely hear the sound of Wu Xiaojie playing and playing in the woods. Wait, why is there still a crisp and melodious music sound?
The voice that seems to clear your throat before singing with a woman?
Squatting in the tall grass, Han Xiaokang and Zhou Min looked at each other, and both felt that the small forest seemed to be getting weirder and weirder.
"Touch it from the downwind."

Zhou Min whispered, "Lin Bao's sense of smell and hearing are very sensitive, so don't let him smell our scent."

Han Xiaokang nodded, then quietly pushed the bullets of the riding rifle into the chamber, put it on his back, and crawled towards the grove with hands and feet.

Zhou Min naturally followed suit.

When he reached the edge of the grove, Han Xiaokang pointed to a camphor tree near the small courtyard of the wooden house, which meant that he was going to climb to that tree and observe the movement in the courtyard condescendingly.

Zhou Min thought for a while, then pointed to the downwind vent on the east side of the fence made of wooden piles and planks.

What she meant was that Zhou Min was going to lie down in the grass outside the small courtyard and look inside through the gap in the wooden fence.

Separate actions, high and low match?
This move has an advantage: in case something unexpected happens later, they can echo each other and support each other.

Han Xiaokang nodded, and then separated from Zhou Min, each crawling towards the predetermined spot they had chosen.

Zhou Min took Duhu along the way, while Han Xiaokang acted alone.

After all, both leopards and bears are good tree climbers, but the big tiger is not. It is really inconvenient for Han Xiaokang to carry it.

Wait until Han Xiaokang sneaks under the tree.

This camphor tree has luxuriant branches and leaves, hidden among the upper branches, it is very secretive and not easy to be discovered by the other party.

It's a pity that those branches and leaves are all in the middle and upper part of the camphor tree, and within a height range of more than 2 meters below, the trunk of this camphor tree is bare and unobstructed.

Moreover, the trunk is still very thick. If someone hugs the trunk with their arms around, there will not be much gap between the arm and the trunk.

It's really not easy to climb.

That being the case, Han Xiaokang simply omitted the steps of climbing the tree, with a flash of thought.

The whole person suddenly appeared on a branch of the camphor tree at a height of 3 meters.

The whole process didn't take any time, let alone made the slightest sound.
In the yard, I didn't see the singing woman at this time, nor did I see any musical instruments placed in the yard.

The cheetah is resting under the eaves. Perhaps this guy is naturally vigilant. Sometimes there is nothing abnormal at all, and it can smell a little bit of danger by virtue of its intuition.

When Han Xiaokang had just teleported to the tree, he was about to reach out and pull the leaves away so that he could observe the situation in the yard.

Lin Bao, who was lying on the ground quietly, suddenly raised his head and looked coldly at the camphor tree outside the courtyard.
The mute who was squatting in the yard disemboweling and eviscerating the big herring obviously also noticed Lin Bao's abnormality.

He paused for a moment, then continued to handle the big herring without raising his head.

Just a ray of light drifted out from the corner of his eyes, and cast it towards the camphor tree where Han Xiaokang was hiding.

Han Xiaokang's heart tightened!
The reason why I chose to hide on the camphor tree was mainly because of the strong smell of this tree.

With the strong scent of camphor hitting his forehead, even if the wind direction changes for a while, it is difficult for Lin Bao to smell his own scent.

quiet.
The breeze is blowing, the leaves are whirling, and the cicadas are not startled.

The mute squatting in the yard was using the sharp knife in his hand to scrape the scales and gills of the big herring in silence, the whole process was silent.

Lin Bao lazily lowered his head again, and quietly crawled under the eaves, with his eyes slightly closed, enjoying this moment of peace very comfortably.

"Baby, sing quickly, I want to hear jingle bells."

Wu Xiaojie took out a bamboo dragonfly from the room, bounced out of the main room door, and saw him turn around and shout, "Hurry up, babysitter, Xiaojie likes to watch you knock on rocks and listen to you sing."

Baoniang, in the area of ​​Luzhou, the salt capital of Bashu, is equivalent to the meaning of godmother.

Since Wu Xiaojie referred to that woman as "Bao Niang", it meant that he had worshiped that woman and the mute as their godson.

"Hey, Xiaojie is good, don't make noise, and the nanny will sing for you, okay?"

A woman in a red dress floated out of the main room like a red cloud.

In her hand, she was also holding two small red sandalwood mallets, "Brother Ma, it's so annoying to help others move the stone chime. I know I can't move it, but I don't know how to help you." !"

The mute quickly stood up, kept wiping his hands on the apron around his waist, and laughed, "Oh, it's a food storage, and it will break if there are fine fish!"

"Brother Ma, do you know that your hands are dirty and smell like fish? Can you just wipe them off on the apron?
Hehehe. Hurry up and wash it up, wipe it off with a clean towel before helping me move things, otherwise, I won’t dance for you in the future Humph! "

The woman in red doesn't look too young. From Han Xiaokang's point of view, even if she is not 30 years old, she should be around the same age.

But this woman obviously understands men's psychology very well; she understands the truth that women who can act like a baby are more likely to be favored.

The mute smiled and stretched out his hands to scratch his ears. When he walked to the woman in red and was about to walk around the yard to wash his hands, the woman slapped him on the shoulder.

The woman giggled, "You know that your hands smell fishy, ​​but you still scratch your ears? Are you disgusting? You don't pay attention to hygiene at all. Go, go and go.

Wash your paws clean before you can touch my stone chime. After a while, I will sing you your favorite song "Picking Flowers". "

The mute obviously enjoyed this kind of coquettishness, and he also liked the woman in red, "Hehe. Ha, I'm still working on "Returning to the Hunk."

The mute's tongue was shortened, and the pronunciation he spit out was usually blown out.

So the "ha" he just said was indeed the word "good".

And the latter sentence is "There is also "Huimen"", a Bashu folk song.

Because the mute can't speak with an open voice, he usually speaks with an open voice.

So he can only move his lips, relying on the remaining half of his tongue to scramble his pronunciation in his mouth, that's why he called "door" as "hooligan".

After the mute had washed his hands and wiped them clean with a burlap towel, he turned and entered the house.

After a while, the mute came out carrying a small rectangular table.

The whole body of this table is dark red, with occasional traces of golden yellow appearing in the sunlight. Looking at this small long table, it should be made of golden nanmu.

However, during this period, golden nanmu was not particularly precious, especially in the Bashu area.

The nanmu that was transported to Sijiucheng during the Ming and Qing dynasties was expensive because of the high transportation cost and high loss in the middle.

In addition, officials at all levels and purchasers along the way are too greedy for ink. As for these nanmu, after they are transported to Sijiu City, they become sky-high prices.

In fact, in the Bashu area, although the mahogany in the old society was said to be used by wealthy people, it was not as unattainable as the expensive ones.

After the mute moved out the mahogany long table, and put it in a cool place out of the sunlight.

Ask him to put the long table in place.

Only then did Han Xiaokang, who was condescending, realize that the long mahogany table was inlaid with a row of stone flakes of different lengths.

This kind of musical instrument unique to the Celestial Dynasty is called Shiqing.

It is said that in ancient primitive society, tribal chiefs and warriors evolved from the stone knives they wore.

When the mute was moving things, his hands and feet were exceptionally nimble. Obviously, the mute usually does this kind of thing a lot.

Set up your instruments.

The dumb man ran back into the main room again, took out a wooden stool and put it away, and then laughed and helped the woman in red to sit on the stool.

During the whole process, the mute's movements were as gentle as water.

It's like supporting a woman who is about to give birth, for fear that a bump will cause a miscarriage.

It's like a domestic slave supporting his family's ancestor and grandma, lest she lose her waist.

Looking at this scene, Han Xiaokang frowned straightly: "Ah, shameless, this dog is the leader of licking dogs, and the chief culprit who ruins the folk customs of later generations is really hateful!"

Zhou Min, who was lying in the grass so badly, was envious, "Look at other men, this is considered considerate, that is called gentle. Hey!"

After the mute was done with all this work, he didn't dare to continue squatting down to kill fish and do things that spoiled the scenery.

Instead, he threw the big herring into the basin, and then threw a few pieces of ginger and scallions in to marinate it.

Then he quietly stood beside the stone chime, quietly preparing to listen to the fairy music.

After the woman in red sat down, she closed her eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly.

The chest was swollen at first, and then gradually returned to normal. It seems that the woman in red still has a little lung capacity.

lean slightly,
She saw her wrist coming out of the hole like a spirit snake, raising the mallet in her hand and lightly tapping on the stone chime.

"Ding ding ding bang."

The crisp and melodious music sounds like the morning bell of the temple is clear and melodious, which makes people feel peaceful and long-lasting.
"There are no flowers to pick in the first month,

Flower picking is blooming in February.

In March, peach blossoms are as red as fire,
There are thousands of grape blossoms in April."

The cherry lips parted slightly, and the crisp singing voice of the woman in red filled the courtyard.

The simple courtyard couldn't hold such a clear singing voice, so in the entire grove, there were countless gentle hands like spring breeze stroking the flowers, plants, butterflies and insects in the grove.

The singing voice of the woman in red is soft and soft, like a slow-flowing, crystal-clear stream in a mountain stream, which can comfort the dry and hot air of midsummer into a submissive and peaceful state of mind.

The singing and the piano are perfectly matched.

It makes people feel that when lying alone on a bamboo bed to enjoy the cool on a hot summer night, the sultry atmosphere and buzzing mosquito piles linger next to them.

The feeling of being swept away by a burst of fresh air from the mountains suddenly makes people feel more comfortable and peaceful.

Not arrogant or impetuous, quiet and comfortable.

The singing filled the grove, like a fresh spring breeze blowing on everyone's heart, making people intoxicated.

At this time, Zhou Min was lying in the grass, fascinated by listening, even a wasp landed on the tip of her hair, Zhou Min didn't even notice it.

Maybe it's because Zhou Min has a unique girlish fragrance?

Or maybe Zhou Min has begun to understand some human affairs in this period of time, so that her endocrine has become extremely strong?
This makes Zhou Min's unique girlish aura with the fragrance of grass and trees and slightly burnt hair too strong?

That's why the wasp was attracted by Zhou Min's smell, stayed at the tip of her hair, and refused to leave for a long time.
The mute did not move, and stood quietly beside the stone chime with his hands down, with a calm expression, even the dense craters on his face seemed to have frozen at this moment, without any waves.

Wu Xiaojie doesn't understand music, and he hasn't studied, so he knows very little vocabulary.

Hearing this wonderful singing voice, Wu Xiaojie's response was only one word: "High!"

Flying high, the bamboo dragonfly in Xiaojie's hand is so well made and so aerodynamic!

The little guy rubbed it violently, and the bamboo dragonfly in his hand flew out obliquely and flew straight to the outside of the courtyard!

Coincidentally, the bamboo dragonfly flew in the direction of the camphor tree where Han Xiaokang was hiding.
"Run away, my Mama pedal is flying away!"

Wu Xiaojie was in a hurry, sprinted a few steps and jumped high, stretched his arms and tried to catch the bamboo dragonfly that was flying higher and farther away.

But how can it?

"Fly, wow, my hemp pedal is flying away!"

Wu Xiaojie couldn't stop crying, the wail sounded like a boulder being smashed into a lake with ripples in circles!
"Boom—" all of a sudden.

The stone chimes stopped, and the singing stopped.

The dumb man who was listening intently shuddered suddenly, like a man twitching after peeing, "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

Translation: [Xiaojie, I’ll be good and don’t cry, Daddy, Daddy will bring it back for you]

As he spoke, the mute stepped into the room and disappeared immediately.
(End of this chapter)