The old cripple held a dogskin whip for sheep hunting in his hand, and his legs were long and short, standing gloomily.

The whip was black and shiny all over the body, and exuded a pungent fishy smell.

Behind him hung a wicker dung basket, and there was no dung in the dung basket at all.

In these years, getting up early to pick up dog feces is basically extinct, and the old and disabled should be regarded as a historical and cultural heritage.

He clenched his teeth, a few jagged tendons stretched out on his cheeks, and his sharp cheekbones trembled slightly, and he couldn't tell what expression it was. From a distance, it looks like a zombie.

The mountain wind gradually rose, and the miasma was swirling. Daqing Mountain disappears from time to time, adding a terrifying mystery.

Zhang Sanmad disappeared, and now Ma Qizi has also run away, which is a big victory for the old cripple.

He slanted his triangular eyes, shook off his goatee in the direction where the pestle had disappeared, and said "Wow!" in his mouth, full of disdain.

The fog has lightened a bit. The sky began to let go of the light, and the vast body of Daqingshan also showed some clues, and there were voices in the village.

The old cripple looked left and right, drooping his eyelids and shrinking his neck like a trick, becoming a withered and old state. With a sheep whip in hand, he hurried back to the village with a small step......

In the blink of an eye, it was the second day of the pestle's departure.

In the afternoon, the autumn tiger was threatening.

The weather was extremely hot, except for the chimneys outside the village, which were still rising tirelessly, and the whole Qingshan Village was lazy, and even knew that it was silent.

Outside the village, beside the cornfield, several white-haired goats were lying under the trees next to the ditch with their eyes closed and grinning. One of the ewes' big purple milk burst with green tendons and bulging, glowing with dazzling light.

The old man leaned under the tree with a cigarette pouch in his mouth to herd the sheep, but there was no trace of smoke in the copper smoke pot.

He squinted at the ewe's legs, smiling and occasionally with a complicated expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this moment, at the home of Yang Ergui, a lazy man in the village, Yang Ergui was taking a nap at noon, snoring and snoring like thunder.

The old ladies in big flower pants are bending over to squeeze the big-breasted hula hula like winter melons to wash their clothes.

Yang Ergui lay on his back on the mat in front of him, occasionally stopped snoring, and laughed twice.

He was dreaming that the watery out-of-town chick in the building materials factory was smiling at him. Suddenly, the old lady appeared, turned into the appearance of a giant spirit god, picked up the mallet and smashed it, and half of her head bloomed.

He hurriedly covered his head and shouted for mercy: "Dada...... The great god spares his life......"

"Spare your mother's ass!" a thunderous voice rang in his ears.

When he opened his eyes, the old lady was stretching out her arms as thick as wet thighs, and she forced him to twist his ears three and a half times and pull him back from the little girl.

"Whoa, yo, yo, ......"

Yang Ergui covered his ears and got up, jumping in a circle.

"In our village, except for the pestle and Zhang Sanmad, you are left, and the old and disabled are more diligent than you!"

The old ladies raised their eyebrows and thundered, and they were really like a mother with the giant spirit god on TV.

“...... Old cripple?"

Yang Ergui reluctantly pulled his shoes into the courtyard, rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked rhetorically: "Can the old cripple make you call you dead and alive at night?"

After speaking, hehe put on the sprayer on his back twice, and went out of the house and walked towards Xibupo.

Outside, the sun was blazing in the sky, as if it was about to eat skewers. The clouds on the distant Daqing Mountains have dissipated early, and the green pine forests on the top of the mountain are roasted to smoke.

Zhang Sanmad hid on a large bluestone in the pine forest.

The big bluestone is completely different from the gravel ballast in the mountains, which is more than one zhang long and more than three feet wide and half a person high, like a big coffin.

The surface of bluestone has been polished smooth like a mirror by someone for many years, and the villagers call it "Mirror Stone".

There are also superstitious people who say that he is "Shi Dafu", and he is worshiped as a god on incense every year.

However, the top of the mountain is often haunted by miasma, and it is said that there are evil spirits haunting, so it is rarely visited.

However, Zhang Sanmad didn't care about it, but regarded it as a quiet and wonderful place, sometimes he went into the mountains for a few days, and the small pine forest became a hidden fairy nest.

It was hot for the past two days, and there were no clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, but Zhang Sanmad still had no intention of going down the mountain.

He lay on his back on the mirror stone and was half-asleep, squinting at the pine gap above his head, as if singing:

"Fairy nest, nest fairy, a line of heaven in the bluestone crack. The chickens are also planing, the dogs are also barking, and the green mountains are going to die. The mother cries, the child makes trouble, and the toad is scared in the urine. Startled, the lazy man screamed, and the wooden fly soul threw away......"

Zhang Sanmad was too lazy to turn sideways while singing, and half a leg of mutton fell out of his arms with a "click".

The leg of mutton had already dried, and when it fell under the mirror stone, a piece of stone ballast was knocked out into four petals.

"Eh, hey, hey, let's be a good girl, you are my 10,000-year-old food!"

Zhang Sanmad hurriedly leaned down and picked up the leg of mutton, blew the soil on it and put it back into his arms, and then sighed long:

"Alas, full of warmth and lust, hunger and cold arouse the heart of thieves! As everyone knows, this fornication and theft can kill people...... Call...... Call...... Purr ......"

As he spoke, he fell asleep again.

Besides, Yang Ergui carried a sprayer to the field to spray pesticides. Slowly, he walked three steps and stopped two steps, running with his head wilted and humming a little tune as he walked.

"Little sister...... You sit on the bow of the boat, brother, and I am on the shore...... Take the European ......"

The crops and trees on both sides of the road also looked like Yang Ergui, hanging branches and leaves lifeless. Except for buzzing flies and the occasional small bug flying by, there was not half a figure in the four corners.

"Alas!" Yang Ergui stopped looking at the sky, and then at the endless cornfield green gauze tent, squeezed his cheeks and sighed and scolded: "Damn, this ghost weather, I want to burn a living person to death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice came from under the tree beside him.

"Who's dead?"

The voice was old and hoarse, like a corpse.

"Mom!" Yang Ergui was taken aback, and when he looked down, he turned out to be an unkempt old man, who was the old cripple.

The old man sat under the tree with half-squinted eyes and took a nap, and under him was the grass ridge that had been gnawed bald by the sheep, and next to it was the sheep whip.

Yang Ergui saw that he was an old cripple, and angrily jumped to his feet and scolded:

"You old guy with no balls, I should have met the hell! You don't want to herd the sheep here and pretend to be dead, I think you are the laziest in the whole village, even Zhang Sanmad and Ma Zizi are better than you!"

When the old cripple heard this, his shoulders shrugged and he opened his small eyes, and his sallow eyes were motionless and stared at Yang Ergui for three and a half seconds.

However, he did not have a seizure in the end, but tilted his head to look at the sheep in the ditch not far away, and his eyes narrowed again.

"Damn, old thing! If this was before, I would have taken you through the streets!"

Yang Ergui is arrogant.

The old crippled man remained motionless and unheeded.

"Hmph! Broken appearance, dead man!" Yang Ergui sneered, rolled his eyes like a girl, and boredly got into the green gauze tent.

After drilling through the two sticks, he began to think of the little girl again. He couldn't remember the name of the little girl, anyway, it was the sweetness that couldn't be described!

"Hehe, if you kiss it......, it will be sweet!

Yang Ergui stretched out his tongue and slipped his lips, and his saliva almost fell out.