Ma Zizi went to another country, fainted on the street, and his life and death were uncertain.

The old cripple is suspected of murder and is about to be shot.

Zhang Sanmad was half-lying on the mirror stone in Daqingshan, with half of his rough face under the straw hat and motionless, he didn't eat or drink for many days, as if he was sitting down.

The vicissitudes of life are like floating dust.

Daqingshan is still the same Daqingshan, but the three Laipi men in Qingshan Village are like autumn wind and frost leaves, withering and withering, and desolate.

The mountain breeze is rising, and the pine branches are howling.

A lone goose flew past the top of the mountain, "Poof!" A lump of white bird droppings landed on the corner of Zhang Sanmad's mouth.

His cheeks moved slightly, and then his tongue quickly stretched out like a toad letter and licked the bird poop into his mouth, and then smacked his mouth a few times with a lot of taste.

He woke up after a while, and "Sizzle" let out a long breath, then opened his mouth and yawned repeatedly:

"Oh...... Wow...... Ah! What a mountain monk can't figure out how to count the nails, and a leaf falls to know the world in autumn!"

Zhang Sanmad on the mirror stone lifted his straw hat, stretched out his arms and kicked his legs to relax his waist, opened his eyes and looked at the skylight and sighed lazily:

"Alas! The mountain people are drunk in a dream, and the autumn wind has returned to their souls several times! Alas, hey, my neck is frozen, eh......"

He sat up half-singing, half-chanting, beating his neck, and his face was radiant and radiant.

"Well, it's time to walk this old leg to move your muscles......"

He lazily bent down and poked his foot to hook the rag shoe under the bluestone, but accidentally fell out of his arms, and "popped" and hit the surface of his foot.

"Oh, a mother, a second grandmother, it hurts to death!"

Zhang Sanmad suddenly picked up his stinky feet in pain and howled, and when he looked down, it turned out to be the half of the leg of mutton bone.

The flesh on the sheep's bones had already been gnawed by him, and he didn't even know how many times he had sucked the bones, and they were swarthy and bright like fossils.

"Uh......"

He was stunned for a moment, as if he had suddenly remembered something, and lowered his feet and squinted his eyes to look down the mountain through the pine branches.

Qingshan Village is like a rotten chessboard, with new houses and old courtyards in the streets and alleys, crooked and scattered, no different from usual.

The factory area in the south of the village was filled with yellow fog, and the black smoke, white smoke, blue smoke, and yellow smoke were still rising.

Zhang San looked at it for a long time, his face was uncertain, and finally frowned and shook his head and sighed: "No! I have to think of a way......

He turned and stood tall on the Spiegel Stone, staggering like a flagpole and looking back at the mountain.

There is a ditch behind the mountain of Daqingshan, which is curved and curved like a dragon snake, and is called Wolong ditch. A kind of stone is produced in the ditch, which is a good material for making whetstones.

This Wolong ditch winds to the bottom of the mountain, and at the end there is a water inlet, called Wolong Pond.

However, Wolong Pond is not from Qingshan Village, it belongs to Shanhou Gouzi Village.

Don't look at the Wolong Pond is not big, a pool of water on a rainy day, and a bay of mud without rain. But the mud was regarded as a treasure by Zhang Sanmad.

The mud in Wolong Pond is light gray, shining silver, and extremely delicate.

Every time Zhang Sanmad went back to Wolonggou to pick up stones and sharpen razors, he had to bring some mud back. It is very useful to use those mountain mud paste in the tin bucket as a stove to burn hookah and less fire, and this invention Zhang Sanmad has been kept secret.

Since the last time he and Ma Zizi stole a roast leg of mutton to eat, Zhang Sanmad has also avoided the old man every day and feared him for revenge.

He knew that the old cripple was superstitious, and he didn't dare to go up the mountain and enter the pine forest alone, so every time he provoked the old cripple, he hid in the pine forest, and this time it was his nephew who played the lantern - as usual.

Zhang Sanmad hid in the pine forest again, where the sky was the curtain stone and the bed was free, and he regarded it as his "fairy nest".

Of course, Zhang Sanmad also understands that knowing himself and knowing that he is invincible in a hundred battles, he can't completely hide in the mountains. He not only wants to hide from the old cripple, but also knows the whereabouts of the old cripple.

So, the praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind, and the old cripple is looking for the pestle and Zhang Sanmad, but Zhang Sanmad is also unexpectedly not following the old cripple.

Therefore, these days, the old cripple is chasing the pestle everywhere, he knows, the pestle escaped and was recaptured and was treated as a murderer, and then he knew everything about the old cripple being arrested and shot.

And during the time period when the female worker in the building materials factory was killed, Zhang Sanmad found that the old disabled man not only kept an eye on the pestle, but also became interested in Wolong Pool.

"What's the mystery here?" Zhang San was puzzled.

But what made him even more puzzling was that the old cripple was able to escape his tracking and commit the murder.

"Good boy, the old thing can do it!

I can't figure it out, Zhang San is crazy and really can't figure it out!

He wondered: Could the detective in that province be wrong? If he got it right, the old disabled bastard deserved it! If he made a mistake, wouldn't this old bastard be wronged?

"Well, no matter what, it's not a pity for this old guy to die!"

Zhang Sanmad and the old cripple are natural enemies, born enemies, why worry about him if it's too late to hate him!

He was determined not to worry about the old and crippled.

But seeing that the days are passing and the death of the old man is approaching, Zhang Sanmad can't hold his breath after all.

He stood on the mirror stone and looked in the direction of Wolong Pond, and said in his heart, no, I have to go to that Detective Li and say......

I don't know what Zhang Sanmad's next step will be. The words are divided into two ends, let's talk about the pestle.

He fainted and died drunk on the street, and I don't know how long it was, but when he woke up again, there was a beam of sky above his head.

He was covered with a torn quilt, and there was a strange smell everywhere.

The pestle didn't care about the headache and discomfort, so he sat up with the quilt, and then found that he was lying in a shack with a leaky roof.

The shack is very small, and it is full of broken cardboard boxes, old clothes, plastic bottles and other waste products.

"What place, garbage station?"

"Child, you're awake!" an old hoarse voice sounded.

As a rag curtain was lifted, a hunchbacked old woman entered.

The old woman was dark-skinned, wrinkled, and had a stalk of grass hanging from her gray hair, and looked to be sixty or seventy years old.

The folds of her shabby clothes were bright and shiny, and she held a large bowl of steaming porridge in her rough hands.

"Hehe, are you hungry? ”

The old woman handed the bowl to the pestle and grinned, revealing a few mutilated black teeth.

“……”

The pestle looked at the half of the black nails dipped in the porridge, frowned and hesitated.

"What, are you afraid of being hot?" the old woman was still happy, "Drink it while it's hot, and make sure that you will wake up after a bowl!"

The old woman was dirty, but the porridge still looked quite bright.

The pestle was hungry, and after all, he couldn't resist the fragrant fragrance, so he took the bowl and drank it.

Well, it's not bad! The thick sweet glutinous energy of the sweet potato porridge instantly slid through his esophagus and filled his abdomen, burning like coals.

After a while, a bowl of porridge was eaten, and a few small red grains were left at the bottom of the bowl.

"This ...... What is it?" asked Kiko, surprised.

"Hehe, wolfberry! This thing is the most nourishing for the body, I have a tree growing outside the door, and I usually can't afford to buy medicine, so I pick a few grains and eat them." Look at my age, how tough my body is!"

The old woman had been hunched over and boasting, and her weather-beaten face was shining brightly.

"Hmm. The pestle glanced at her and took a few wolfberries into her mouth with her fingers.

The old woman smiled and took the bowl. The pestle wanted to smile back gratefully, but her face stiffened and she didn't smile. However, a bowl of hot porridge is very comfortable.

"Child, drink less in the future, and hurt your body at a young age!" the old woman advised.

"Is this your house?" the pestle asked, looking up at the dilapidated shack.

"Well, it's good to shelter from the wind and rain. Hehe, you're weak now, if you don't dislike it, lie down for a while, I'm going to sweep the streets!"

The old woman smiled and gave her instructions, and a person came out of the shack and pushed the broken garbage truck to open the door.

"This ...... This place can't be more broken than your own home!"

The pestle limped around the shack with a disappointed face.

After drinking the porridge, he had some strength in his body, turned back to find his backpack and wanted to leave.

Hey, where's the bag?

He held his head and thought about it, and then he remembered that it must have been at the stall where he drank last night.

"No, we have to find it!" said to herself.

But he also knew that he owed money to others for eating white food, and if he went back, he would definitely be beaten again.

What to do?

He thought about it and hated the deceitful fat drunk: "Grandma, today I didn't find him and let him pay for it and confess!"

The pestle is determined to find the fat black man, and even if he dies, he will seek justice.

So his heart was horizontal, and he lifted the curtain out of the shack.