Dayangtun Village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the roads are inconvenient, as Jane Eyre guessed, it is indeed very closed. But it's a misnomer to say it's isolated – isolation can make for a self-sufficient paradise, and this village, like countless mountain villages, is a one-way, non-benign exchange with the ever-expanding city around it.

As early as when he got out of the car, Xing Tian took off the on-board GPS. He taught Zhuo Wu to look at the wind, and he sat on the back of the hill to zoom in on the electronic map to check the longitude and latitude of the mountain area of Dayangtun Village and its straight-line distance from the neighboring villages and county seats. "How do we use to sneak into the village?" The surroundings were very quiet, and Zhuo Wu was relieved to ask Xingtian for advice. "Originally, I thought that we would pretend to be tourists, say a few nice words or give some money to the guy, and slip in through the barricade, but now it seems unlikely. Xing Tian put the GPS in his bag, held his cheek in one hand and said, "We have to walk a little mountain road around the distance, and then find a path into the village." It's a pity that we can't come up with the disguise skills of the white snake, so let's pretend to be tourists, and when we meet inhospitable folks, we pretend to be lost tourists. Walking the mountain trails is not difficult for you, is it?" "Of course. The question is, are you sure there is a trail that leads into the village?" "Yes, there must be, but it may be steeper. But since Yugong can get in and out from there, so can we. "Oh, you mean Yu Gong ......" Xing Tian walked up to Zhuo Wu and said, "Assuming that the barricade was set up when Yu Gong came, I believe he would not have chosen to be close to the barricade guards." Even if he had set up a roadblock to enter the village, according to his habits, he would never like to lurk in the village and remain motionless, and would definitely pick an opportunity to come out and avoid it for a while. ”

Zhuo Wu still felt that he had no bottom in his heart, and seeing Xingtian's appearance of being ready to act at any time, he couldn't help but ask: "You said that Yugong is the key to our activities in the village, even if he is in the village or not far from the village, where should we find him? Don't forget, he doesn't want us to find him this time." "When I got in, I observed the terrain, and with the GPS map and what I knew about him, I was sure enough. Xingtian said it with confidence.

Xingtian is not as knowledgeable and strong as Dante, but he still has his own specialty in memory - remembering maps. After carefully reading the map of an area, he can imprint the information on it in his head, not only to guide himself and his companions to the area smoothly, but also to compare the map with the actual landscape, and filter out the blind spots of the area that are easy to overlook. In the Interpol team, he used this trick against uncaught suspects, and as a member of the foul team, he used this skill to track down hidden crimes. Now, he wants to use this specialty to search for the team's colleague and leader, Yu Gong.

The path was indeed rugged and narrow, but the old criminal policeman and the young man from the farmer's family had long been accustomed to it, and it did not take them much time to find the path leading to Dayangtun Village, and they did not meet "hospitable villagers" along the way. The fact is that when they sneaked to the outskirts of the village, Xingtian and Zhuo Wu were surprised to find that the population of the huge village was very small, and what was even more unimaginable was that most of them came and went in and out of the old people with gray hair, dark-complexed women, and young children, and rare young and middle-aged figures.

Located in the ravine, Dayangtun Village is a long and narrow belt, which seems to be the result of being squeezed by the surrounding mountains, and if you stand on a high place and look down, it is like a corridor connecting the mountains. Unfortunately, the corridor is surrounded by wild vegetation and undulating steep slopes, as if it had been abandoned. Xing Tian was a little puzzled: In this village, it may be more appropriate to call it a little lamb's intestine.

Whether it is Yangtun or Yanggu, there are still many houses in the village. The layout of each house is still a large brick house for the whole family, with a small courtyard with stone or wood walls – the natural yard is very limited in size – and the farmland belonging to the village is scattered around the edge of the village. But Zhuo Wu saw that large swaths of these fields were barren, and weeds had surged in from the fields adjacent to them and spread unscrupulously. "The grass is full of beans and seedlings", the first thing that came to mind in his mind was this poem, but there was too much gap between the scene in front of him and the artistic conception constructed by Tao Yuanming. Because of the proximity to the village, Zhuo Wu did not have to raise a telescope, and from time to time he could see short or even hunchbacked old men carrying a large bundle of firewood that had just been cut down from the mountain, snorting past the fields, and some sturdy women struggling to drive tractors along the loess roads in the village to the fields and outside the village. He remembered his long chant in the poetry recitation contest in his freshman year: "You don't know that the Han family has 200 prefectures in Shandong, thousands of villages and thousands of villages are born of jingqi, even if there are healthy women who hoe and plow, and there is nothing to ...... in Hesheng Longmu." He sighed secretly.

"This is one of my favorite Du poems!" When Shang Yiming helped him choose this poem, his eyes were not excited, but solemn and melancholy. He didn't care much about the content of this poem, but the emotions it contained were more suitable for his own tonal characteristics, so in front of all the teachers and students of the department, he recited it very touchingly, although he did not win an award, but it attracted Xiaoping's attention for the first time...... To this day, after pretending to be a tourist and enjoying all kinds of "scenery" in this lonely mountain village, his personal emotions finally match with the "Soldier Chariot Travel" more than 1,000 years ago, and he also has a taste of the poet's state of mind when he wrote this poem. However, the times are different, and such a scene in Dayangtun Village must have nothing to do with the war, and the real reason is probably because Yugong came here.

Xingtian's thoughts at this time were similar to Zhuo Wu's. He noticed that a few sturdy men had occasionally appeared in the village, and they had also gone to the barricade on the east side of the village, and in a short time the people who had been guarding the barricade returned to the village from that direction. "Okay, just a few strong laborers, who don't go to farming, are all gatekeepers. ”

"Xingtian, look!" Following Zhuo Wu's direction, Xingtian saw a delicate two-story building. Most of the houses in the village are built in a mountain col, but this small building occupies a flat slope at the southern end of the village, overlooking the villagers who don't know what to do. It is built in the style of a European-style farmhouse, with bright paint, large glass windows, a roof of bright red tiles, and a duplex. The owner of the building deliberately trimmed off the weeds and leaves next to the building and used cement to create a platform. With binoculars, you can see an Audi parked on the platform.

"Good fellow, is this a mountain villa? Does it stand to reason that you have the upper hand?" Xing Tian sneered. "You said the Foolish Guild wouldn't be here for the people in there?" "Dayangtuner Village really wants to act, and there is more than one horn on the stage. Xing Tian twisted his face as he spoke, "That one over there can't be underestimated." ”

Xingtian's eyes fell on the entrance of the village at the east end, and Zhuo Wu realized for a while that he was referring to the simple small house newly built out of bricks.