Coming down from Baihuling, Pei Feng walked for two hours before he saw a winding gravel road.

This gravel road was built in recent years because of border trade, but the local government obviously did not have much money and could not afford to repair the flat and straight painted road, so it could only survive between the mountains between Lugou Town and the Ussuri River not far away.

To tell the truth, such an avenue is easy to build, it is nothing more than taking a large amount of gravel and pressing it into the surface with a road roller, so that there is no possibility of weeds growing on the ground.

After walking on this road for nearly half an hour, Pei Feng took a tractor that had just returned from fishing by the river. The driver of the tractor was a villager from that village a hundred miles away from Baihuling, surnamed Sun, about forty years old, Pei Feng had met him two or three times, and called him Uncle Sun.

Riding the tractor all the way, to the edge of the village called Lao Pimple Village, Lao Sun didn't use Pei Feng to say, so he stopped the tractor by himself, glanced back at Pei Feng, and asked with a big mouthful of ballast: "Are you going to Lao Tong's house?" ”

Pei Feng nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, I'm leaving, so go say hello and get something by the way." ”

Lao Sun thought about it, sighed and said: "Hey, I thought you would stay forever, you wait, I'll go to the town to deliver fish, come back at noon, and go to Lao Tong's house to have two cups with you!" ”

Pei Feng smiled and didn't speak.

Lao Sun raised his hand to Pei Feng and signaled, then turned his head and continued to drive the tractor to Lugou Town.

In this regard, Pei Feng was not surprised at all, since he rescued a girl from Lao Pimple Village when he was practicing boxing on the Ussuri River last year, the villagers of Lao Pimple Village have been very kind to him.

As for that old Tong, it was the father of the girl who was saved by Pei Feng.

That Lao Tong has a set of extremely exquisite iron-making skills, once he went into the mountains to hunt, and met Pei Feng playing with a big gun, so he mentioned it and asked Pei Feng, "Feng, do you want Uncle to help you cast a big gun?" My family's ancestral craft! ”

Pei Feng was also happy, unceremoniously, smiled, and said, "It's best to have an ancient spear gun that can only be seen on the ancient battlefield, I can't look down on anything else!" ”

When Lao Tong heard this, he didn't pause, but just asked again, "How many catties?" ”

Pei Feng said, "What's the matter, you have to weigh seventy or eighty pounds!" ”

Then, Lao Tong was silent for a while, nodded heavily, and said, "Okay, I remember this, but you can't be in a hurry, slow work can produce fine work!" ”

Hearing this, Pei Feng gave Lao Tong the pattern of the ancient spear gun he personally designed the next day.

Lao Tong saw the pattern, and then looked at Pei Feng's eyes, just like seeing a celestial being.

As soon as he entered the village, Pei Feng thought to himself, "It's been a year, and I don't know if Lao Tong has cast that big gun, go and take a look, and say goodbye to him by the way." ”

Lao Pimple Village is not big, it is also not small, there are more than 200 households living in the village, there are Han people, there are ethnic minorities, among which there are many Hezhe people, just that Uncle Sun, is the Hezhe people, as well as Mongolians, Oroqen people, and Lao Tong, is a Xibe people, is the only Xibe family in this village.

Lao Tong's daughter is called Tong Simeng, she is a girl who can make clothes, and she has excellent tailoring skills, so she opened a tailor shop in the village, specializing in making clothes for the villagers in the village, and sometimes she will spare her hands to make some local national costumes to sell in the town.

Tong Simeng's tailor shop is called Mengyifang, this name is also a very fashionable existence in the old pimple village and even the nearby three or two villages, whenever the uncivilized women in several nearby villages mention this tailor shop, they will cover a mouthful of big yellow teeth with one hand, and say with a smile, "There is a great woman in the old pimple village, and she has opened a tailor shop called Mengyifang, and she is twenty-six or seventy years old and has not found a man to marry, haha, it is really going to be fine!" ”

These words sounded sour and harsh, obviously those women were jealous of Tong Simeng, not only beautiful, but also had a good job.

This phenomenon only appeared after Tong Simeng rejected a marriage proposal from a man thirty miles away two years ago, and the man's mother was a shrew, who once destroyed Tong Simeng's reputation after her son was rejected for marriage.

Last year, Tong Simeng was because of this, and the tailor's outward expansion business did not achieve good results, so he walked to the river alone to meditate, but he didn't know what was going on in his head, he didn't pay attention, and stepped into an ice cave that had not been frozen because of fishing.

Mengyifang is located in the front yard of Lao Tong's house, which is a façade room built by Lao Tong Toushan for his precious daughter, which is very spacious, and it is also very carefully arranged by Tong Simeng, which can be called a county-level storefront.

Pei Feng walked into Mengyifang, Tong Simeng was seriously cutting clothes behind the counter, until Pei Feng coughed, Tong Simeng woke up like a dream, she looked up at Pei Feng, and immediately smiled, smiling, showing a mouthful of white teeth, especially the tiger tooth that grew on the left side of the smile, which looked very cute, and then asked in surprise: "Pei Feng, why did you go down the mountain?" ”

Pei Feng said with a smile: "I'm leaving, come and say hello to Uncle Tong, and by the way, have a lunch." ”

Hearing this, Tong Simeng was stunned.

Wearing a pair of high-heeled black leather boots, a pair of skinny jeans, and a lemon yellow down jacket, she stopped in front of the counter, looked at Pei Feng in a daze, her smile became stiff, and asked in disbelief: "Pei Feng, you, why did you want to get up and go down the mountain?" ”

She usually speaks Mandarin, and only when she is nervous, will she come up with a little bit of the Northeast dialect.

Pei Feng shrugged his shoulders and said: "It's been nearly two years since I came here, and the kung fu that should be practiced is almost the same, if I don't go down the mountain, I will still retire here, and I am not a monk who doesn't ask about the world." At the end, he touched his bald head, smiled a little self-deprecatingly, and thought, "It will take a while for new hair to grow." ”

Tong Simeng looked at Pei Feng's bald head, smiled bitterly, looked at the ground, and said softly: "That's right, you are not a monk." ”

She said this as if to herself.

Pei Feng took a frozen persimmon from the counter that seemed to have just been brought in from outside, sat on the sofa by the wall, crossed Erlang's legs, and asked while eating persimmons, "Where is Uncle Tong?" ”

"It's going to town."

After answering this sentence, Tong Simeng looked at the bag that was thrown by Pei Feng on the side of the sofa, his mood suddenly became low, and said, "Go to the backyard and sit, since you are leaving, I will make you a good meal at noon." ”

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