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It is sandwiched between Fengtai Mountain in the northwest and Xiaoshan Mountain in the west, and there is a bulge in the depression between the two mountains. Because there is a very small temple on it, the North Temple, it is named Xiaobeiding.

Yang Chong and Da Shuai climbed all the way along the mountain road, because the shrubs were extremely lush in summer, and the long tearing pullers were everywhere, and the disturbing burrs on them made them red and swollen in many places, and their whole body was itchy and unbearable. Later, when he thought about it, he broke off two dead wood branches in the arbor pile and used them to open the way, and the speed of travel was greatly improved.

Soon I walked to the highest place of the small north top, and the North Temple appeared in front of me.

Mountains are hills, and there are no mountain gates; The temple is a small temple, and there is no temple gate since heating.

The whole northern temple is composed of three quaint brick halls in front and back, the front one is for believers to pay homage to the Buddha statue, and the back is the usual residence of the mountain guards. Yang Chong and Dashuai stood in front of the hall hanging "Guangzheng Pudu", and their hearts were quite uneasy. This is not to say that their Buddha hearts are not strong, but the old ladies next to them are really noisy, gathering in groups to sing Buddhist scriptures, and it is extremely difficult to hear.

Further to the left, there is a large black cauldron filled with a belt-thick pot of noodle soup and noodles, the fragrance of which wafts through the southern breeze.

The people in the temple are also easy to identify, all of them are old ladies, and they haven't even seen a few uncles.

But there was a well-dressed old lady who was very conspicuous, and her whole body was brand new, which was very different from the poor old ladies around her. At this time, she was pursing her thin lips, and she was commanding the other old ladies, and she looked like a leading Buddhist follower.

"Oh, Ancestor! Be careful with your spittle, and don't spray it on the Buddha statue while chanting! ”

"Okay, okay, Aunt Eight, I know! Don't nag anymore! ”

The rich old lady named Aunt Eight had a conversation with one of them, and spat on her back sullenly.

Yang Chong glanced at her with a sneer and didn't speak.

"Brother Chong, look at ......" Dashuai snorted at the old ladies who were singing together, "It's really quite religious, you haven't gone down the mountain at this point, and you guess you're going to stay in the temple tonight?" ”

Yang Chong just laughed: "Do you think they are devout to the Buddha?" ”

The big handsome said: "Then there is still a fake?" ”

Yang Chong pointed to the noodles in the pot and said, "They are pious to noodles!" In this small north top, people come by name, no matter where they come from, they only need to kowtow three times in front of Maitreya Buddha, and they can be regarded as half a layman. There is nothing else in the northern temple, there is enough food and food, do you see, the old ladies bring their own basin-sized sea bowls! ”

At a glance, sure enough, the old ladies all took the things they had eaten, and rushed to the pot to share the food.

The handsome sighed lightly, I was really embarrassed for the Buddha.

Yang Chong smiled without saying a word, passed through the three temples, and turned to the path behind Xiaobeiding Mountain. After walking along the path for about five minutes, I saw the smoke and dust flying from a certain mine rushing into the air, more than ten meters high, and the dust and fog were mixed with the intermittent sound of machines and people. One of them's voice Yang Chong was very familiar, it was his uncle Yang eating chicken.

Walking into the mine quietly, Yang Chong saw the blurred back of Yang eating chicken in the smoke and dust.

He stood there motionless, as if embedded in a picture against a backdrop of rocks, dancing and shouting with a rusty megaphone in his hand.

"Hey, Kamesun! Say you! How does a hydraulic press work? ”

"And you kid! Fuck, won't the excavator drive? All hit the fart. Eyes! ”

More than 40 people in the mine were busy shuttling around the open-pit coal mine, all sweating profusely, their faces covered with black and rotten dirt, looking as if they had just returned from a vacation in Africa.

Yang Chong's heart was moved.

Father Yang has been watering the coal mine for some years, but without exception, all of them have lost money, and in the end they can't even get their capital back. He is a red eye in the northern Jin Province of those old hats, mother's casual shovel digging down is a large coal mine of tens of thousands of tons, strange, why don't you have this **** luck?

There are hundreds of thousands of dollars of money, and relatives have borrowed about the same, and now everyone has to take a detour when they see Yang watering, for fear that he will ask for money with a big mouth, and then his family will not be able to wipe face, but will be embarrassed.

Only Yang Eater's cousin has been helping him, and his salary has been in arrears for half a year.

He also knew that his elder brother was difficult, so not only did he not reach out to ask for debts, but he often helped Yang to water his family, which Yang Chong saw in his eyes.

"Uncle."

"Who the told me to lose, I don't know if Lao Tzu has been taboo in the past few days?" Yang was scolding, and suddenly turned around and saw Yang Chong standing behind him with a smile, and quickly held back the next few words of scolding his mother, grinning his iconic big mouth like Yang watering, revealing two rows of big yellow teeth that were neither neat nor white, "It's Xiao Chong!" You kid can wow, when did the cat run behind me? I scared your uncle just now! ”

Yang Chong pouted helplessly, and said in his heart, how could you have been startled, you are obviously scolding your mother!

"What's the matter, come to play with Uncle on vacation? Hey, I said, you can pick a good season, now it's dark, and your uncle doesn't have time to take you around. ”

"Uncle, this is not busy."

Yang Chong waved his hand again and again, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for many days, I'm afraid that you will be blackened by coal for a long time in the coal yard." In order not to remember what you used to be like in the future, I thought about coming to see you before you turned dark. ”

This is not a lie, although the name of Yang Eat Chicken is cheesy, but the face is still very handsome.

When Yang watered the family, he always joked that Qin Xijian had made friends with Yang Eat Chicken, and how did he give birth to his youngest son Yang Chong, but he was a little like him. Every time he teased him like this, Qin Xijian inevitably invited Yang to water and eat a broom to fry meat, and raised the huge bamboo pole and broom to hit him on the back, which frightened Yang Watering and begged for mercy again and again. However, after finishing the matter, Qin Xijian thought about it, but he also had to admire the little old man's eyesight, Yang Chong's appearance really looked like the little uncle by seven or eight points.

Because of the appearance, the relationship between Yang Chong and Yang Eating Chicken is inevitably closer.

"Haha, the little rabbit cub is very fat, and he has started to make jokes about his uncle?"

Yang ate chicken and laughed, not taking Yang Chong's ridicule seriously, the relationship between the seniors in their family is not as strict as that of other families, less authoritative and more cordial. Yang Chong watched Yang eat chicken and hand over the megaphone to others, and then went to the water basin to wash his hands, so he thought of the purpose of the uncle, so he hurriedly persuaded: "Uncle, I can just walk around the coal yard by myself, don't be busy!" ”

"Where's that?"

Yang Yuji grinned and hugged Yang Chong's neck, and said with a big grin: "You are my own nephew!" It's so easy, can I leave you to dry? ”

PS: Basically, I can tell you the truth, this book doesn't talk about conspiracy, only about fighting. Each person in the book has his or her own unique and indispensable role, and every small thing that happens can be an opportunity to uncover the plan later. Although the pattern of love between neighbors and the struggle for power is not as big as that of the heads of state in charge of the country, but with the unique experience of the Chinese nation, I will still show you the terrifying struggle between the rural grassroots political powers. Of course, conspiracy is a hard dish, and a small daily freshness in the countryside is a pastry. I think, therefore I am, there has never been simplicity and reality in the world, and it is human instinct to start huddling together because of personal interests.