Dachengzi and Huzi brothers and sisters followed behind Chengxin and climbed up to the cliff cave where the mountain people lived with curiosity.

A cool breeze hit, mixed with the strange smell of rotten eggs, probably the smell of sulfur.

The entire cave is suspended from the stone wall, and an old earthen wall separates it from the outside world.

The ground is flat, open and airy, and it is a good place to escape the heat at home.

Back then, the owner of the Black Stone Village was the king of the mountain, and this cliff cave must have been his headquarters.

Mama Li, Uncle Li and Brother Yang, who were shouting from the little monk Chengxin, were preparing lunch with their hands covered in black ash.

Seeing these four uninvited guests, they all stood with joy at the end of the stone steps waiting for them.

"The small temple of Qingshan Temple, the master has worked hard to raise me, so I can still accept apprentices!

Chengxin took Li's mother's helping hand and happily introduced Chengzi to where they came from.

"What's the name of your parents?"

Uncle Li sat down on a big stone, put tobacco leaves in the copper cigarette holder, and asked the three little babies as if they were checking their household registration.

The guy named Brother Yang added a few pairs of dishes and chopsticks to the stone platform where the food had already been arranged.

When they first arrived in this strange place, Chengzi stood obediently in front of Uncle Li to accept his lecture, like their restrained elementary school students.

The little flower girl is not afraid of people, she is full of curiosity about everything in the cave, and she is walking around.

"My dad's name is Wei Chuanshan. ”

"My grandfather's name is Wei ..... , my grandfather's family is a fan!"

Dachengzi couldn't remember his grandfather's name, so he had to report his livelihood.

"Boss Wei's son! In the past few years, your father and I have been in the same team every time! ha!"

"The nephew of the old Wei family, your mother's name is Wei Lan! Back then, it was a flower on our side of Daqingshan!"

Uncle Li and the others are all mountain residents of the nearby production team, and they are usually familiar with Huzi's father and Chengzi's grandfather.

So after hearing them report their home, they both laughed heartily.

"Wei Lan's son is so old, the days are so fast! Let's eat, I knew you would prepare a few more dishes when you came!"

Mother Li smiled kindly, served rice for each baby, and beckoned them to go and pick up the vegetables by themselves.

This is a light meal between labor for people in the mountains, and everything is simple because of ugliness.

Stoneware bowls, chopsticks made of bamboo branches, and an iron pot full of vegetables are hung on the fire pit next to it.

Chicken, chicken blood, mushrooms, chestnuts, and a few wild vegetables that I can't name are all stewed in one pot.

This home-cooked dish in the Dabie Mountains of western Anhui has become a well-known food brand after several generations of chefs have improved and designed.

I don't know if it's because I'm tired and hungry, or because I've changed the novel dining environment, the appetite of a few little babies that day is amazing, and each of them carried a few large bowls of brown rice, and ate the all-day meal prepared by Li's mother.

At that time, there was no surplus food in the countryside, and the main goal of life was to eat a full stomach, but it was a very simple era.

Mother Li finally killed a chicken today to improve her life, but she was swept clean by a few children under the mountain who suddenly patronized, and they were still very happy, just like their own children.

There is no politeness, sitting around and eating, and only the sound of food popping is heard in the whole cliff cave.

"Uncle Li, sulfur is used as explosives, what if you boil it over such a high fire, what if it explodes?"

Finally satisfying his appetite, the little monk Chengxin put down the dishes and chopsticks, and asked Uncle Li who was picking his teeth next to him worriedly.

Brother Yang must be their apprentice, and when he saw that everyone had finished eating, he got up to pack up the pots and bowls and went to the edge of the spring pool under the cliff cave to wash.

"This is an ancient method handed down by our ancestors, and the sulfur used for artillery battles thousands of years ago was refined in this way! Little monk, do you want to change careers? Like your Brother Yang! I generally don't accept apprentices, if your little monk is willing, Uncle Li, I can make an exception! Hahaha!"

Uncle Li was born in an alchemy family, and the decomposition technique of natural sulfur has a high threshold, and it is difficult for ordinary people to enter the industry.

In addition, sulfur itself was a scarce resource at that time, so Uncle Li became a sought-after talent.

While the other members sweated like rain on the scorching hot fields, the couple was able to hide in the deep mountains and old forests to escape the heat and enjoy the coolness, just like the ancient Taoists of alchemy, relying on this old craft passed down from the family.

After going to middle school, Wang Jiacheng slowly learned that there are many rift valleys, hot springs and grottoes in the Daqingshan area of his grandmother's house, which is an area where earthquakes and crustal movements are more active.

Natural sulfur has always been a pair of twin brothers with hot spring pools, so it is not difficult to understand why the rocks of this black stone village contain sulfur.

"Chengxin, don't listen to your Uncle Li! A woman doesn't marry a second husband, and a man doesn't practice two skills! Study Buddhism well with Master Yongde, and be reincarnated as a good family in the next life!"

Mother Li blamed her husband for not teaching the little monk to learn well.

"Amitabha, wine and meat pass through the intestines of the Buddha's heart! Uncle Li and Li Ma! Let's go!"

Chengxin didn't seem to want to hear the words "reincarnated good family", got up and saluted, pulled up Chengzi, and said goodbye to Uncle Li and his wife.

"Chengxin! The day after tomorrow, we will eat fish, and you will come back!"

Mother Li sent the four little babies down the cliff cave, and did not forget to tell the little monk in the back.

"No, the master is going to take me to Jiuhua Mountain to listen to the Fa during the slack season!"

"This Chengxin must be a flower monk when he grows up!" Uncle Li poured mineral powder into the stone trough and said to himself as he said hehe.

After bidding farewell to Li's mother's family, the little monk took Chengzi and continued to climb the front mountain.

After crossing the hill where the cave was located, my eyes suddenly opened up.

It is a hilltop flat land with an area of two acres.

Despite its age, the traces of the hammer carving on the black stone floor are still clear.

Near the cliff, next to the mountain, stands a stone watchtower with mottled moss.

The wide Wei River flows slowly from the bottom of the mountain, and the wind is calm and the waves are sparkling.

The bamboo raft from the inner mountain dragged a lonely figure down the river and headed in the direction of landing Anzhou.

On the other side of the river is the ancient town of Hekou.

Listening to the old generation, during the heyday of this golden waterway in northwest Anhui during the Republic of China, Hekou Town had the reputation of "Little Nanjing".

Obviously, this flat land on the top of the mountain is where the mountain kings of Heishi Village usually practiced.

Standing on the watchtower, you can see the boats coming and going on the river below the mountain.

Which merchant ship has oil and water, official ship or private ship, whether there is a warrior on board or not, and experienced mountain bandits can be known from here.

When the moon is dark and the wind is high, it is convenient to lead a group of brothers down the mountain to the boatman on the river to take advantage of the autumn breeze and rob some money passing by.

There is no so-called scenery in the eyes of the little babies, and there are only two things that can enter their eyes, delicious or fun.

After coming to the platform, the little monk Chengxin sat cross-legged facing the ancient town of Hekou.

And Dachengzi, Huzi and Xiaohua only had a strong interest in watchtowers, and ran up and down many times.

In Chengzi's view, this watchtower is the bunker of the little devil in the black and white movie.

It's a pity that Gangzi and Maoya are not here, otherwise it would have been very enjoyable to have a game of bombing the bunker.

"Don't run anymore! This watchtower hasn't been repaired for decades, be careful to bury you inside!"

The noise of the three little babies seemed to disturb Chengxin's afternoon Qingxiu, and he turned back to Chengzi and warned loudly.

The walls of the watchtower are cracked vertically and horizontally, and the steps up and down are crooked, and only a cute baby like Chengzi who doesn't know what the danger is dares to come up.

So after listening to Chengxin's shouting, the little babies hurriedly retreated, tiptoed down the watchtower, and sat down around the little monk.

"Look, the blue brick house with a water tower on the other side of the river is Weixi Middle School! My family used to live there!"

Chengxin pointed to the market town on the other side of the river at the foot of the mountain, and told his friends that no one noticed the sadness in his eyes.

"What about your parents? How did you become a monk?"

The female babies opened their minds earlier than the male babies, and the little flower girl seemed to see what was in her heart and asked him with great concern.

"When the devil ran back, this Black Stone Village was the site of Weixi Middle School for a period of time! Later, my grandfather took the whole school to withdraw from here to Huahuaping!"

The little monk Chengxin stood up and did not answer Xiaohua's question, but told the children three school years ago about the past of his family and country.

Of course, Dachengzi didn't know what the little monk was talking about, and now he was thinking about the big beehive on the stone wall of Qingshan Temple.

"What happened later?" "Little Flower Niuniu doesn't look at people's faces, as if she wants to be a faithful listener to comfort the little monk.

"Later, my dad went to Taiwan, and my grandma took my dad to stay in his hometown. After graduating from college, my father returned to Weixi Middle School, and a few years ago, he was reported as a Taiwanese spy by eavesdropping on enemy Taiwan, and went to labor reform. My mom was crazy and locked up in the hospital. ”

The little monk sighed helplessly, until then he didn't seem to know that his parents had passed away.

My father committed suicide in fear of sin and cut himself off from the people.

The mother went mad and drowned in the river.

The dust of the times falling on one person is a big mountain, and few people can resist the past.

The three little babies were silent, and they were deeply sympathetic to the poor life experience of the little monk, and Dachengzi didn't dare to mention the matter of nesting honey anymore.

"Why are you looking at me? Let's go! Please eat karma and honey, now it's your turn to work for me!"

Chengzi's sympathetic eyes made the little monk feel uncomfortable, so he shouted and went down the mountain.

The way down the mountain is a wild path carved out of the stone wall, with no escalators, and a steep slope of almost 60 degrees, suspended from the cliff.

In the era when there was no highway, this stone path was also the only way to go to Heishizhai in the direction of the Wei River.

It is no wonder that the Daqingshan generation was rampant in the past, and the older generation will still be frightened when they talk about bandits like Li Laomo.

It is said that in the early years of the Republic of China, this river and foreign thief came from the far south, and after the fire and the black stone village, he occupied the mountain as the king, and poisoned the ancient town of Hekou, the waterway of the Weihe River and the surrounding villages for five years.

In his sphere of influence, the street beggars are called Hanako, and they have to pay a protection fee every month.

Those who couldn't afford it were stoned to death in the street, or burned to death with foreign oil.

Later, the Gui army of the Northern Expedition came to the Dabie Mountains and recruited this group of giant bandits under his command in the name of the township party, and the bandit leader Li Laomo beheaded the public, which lifted this Yama-like scourge.

Xiaohua was young and didn't know what to fear of heights, so she followed Chengxin down the cliff very easily.

Huzi himself is a mountain baby, and he has climbed all kinds of cliffs.

Only Dachengzi was frightened, the hundred-meter-high cliff, the unprotected stone steps, and the fainting glance at both sides.

Before he could take two steps, the little baby was almost scared out of her pee, and she sat on the steps and cried, but she didn't go down.

It's useless for Xiaohua Niuniu to scare him with a hairy monkey, and it's not good for Huzi to find a bamboo pole to lead him away.

The little monk Chengxin had no choice but to turn back and carry Dachengzi down the mountain.