In the afternoon, a Santana drove into Wushan Township.

It was Li Wugui who was driving, Yan Feiyang was in the passenger seat, Li Budrunk and the two of them sat in the back, bumpy all the way, both of them were a little drowsy, only Li Wugui and Yan Feiyang were still so energetic.

Being young is different.

For ordinary people, Li Budrunk and his family are out-and-out masters, but the masters will be old and tired, and they will not be able to get rid of the laws of nature.

This time, they did not stop at the Wushan Township Government, but went directly around the town and drove deep into the mountains.

Laoguizhai is the only village that is still open to traffic after the Wushan Township Government has gone deep into the distance of 30 miles.

It can be seen clearly on the satellite map that the cement road is going straight to the old turtle village, and after coming out of the Wushan Township Government, there has been almost no "half-heartedness". Of course, there are a lot of "spider webs" densely grown on both sides of the cement highway, but at a glance you know that it was added later, the quality of the pavement is far worse than the main road, most of it is the loess road at all, but it is slightly wider than other sheep intestine paths, and the hard roadbed is played, and it can be barely opened to traffic.

Once it rains and snows, no one dares to drive a motor vehicle on these muddy mountain loess roads, even if you are good at driving, you will fall off the cliff if you are not careful.

Only the cement road leading to the old turtle village has been well maintained.

It stands to reason that a market town will be formed here in the old turtle village, which is thirty miles closer than the Wushan Township Government. Thirty miles of mountain road, for mountain people, a back and forth is almost a day's time. Undoubtedly, it is much more convenient to catch a market in Laoguizhai than to go to the township government to catch a market.

Anywhere, as long as the conditions are right. There will be people who want to do some business.

This is the common denominator of all human beings.

This market town does exist, but it is not in the old turtle village, but in the three-hole bridge five miles away from the old turtle village.

Originally, it was not a market town, but only a dozen or so families lived because of its proximity to the road and the water source. A market town gradually formed on the banks of the river, and the mountain people within dozens of miles nearby came here to trade with their own local products.

In the beginning, the market was not held every day, but every five or six days. Later, people gradually settled here and opened small shops, and over time. It actually has the scale of a small market town.

Nowadays, the weather is good, and people come to the market almost every day, and it is quite lively.

However, Li Wugui did not stop at the Sankong Bridge, and drove at a gallop and drove quickly to the old turtle village.

The sun was about to set, and if I was delayed on the road, I couldn't even make it to dinner when I got home.

The warm afternoon sun shines on the old turtle village hidden in the lush green forest. This ancient cottage seems quiet and tranquil, but also full of life and vitality.

The old turtle village was built on a flat slope on the mountainside. From a distance, it looks like a simple old turtle, lying quietly on the mountainside, with its head slightly raised to the sky.

Hence the name of the village.

A small river that winds its way south around half of the cottage. The river is not wide, but the water is clear. The water is abundant, there is never wilting all year round, and the whole cottage is backed by high mountains and faces flowing water. It occupies the shape of the victory, which is quite a rare feng shui treasure.

Yan Feiyang and Li Wugui grew up in this cottage.

The old turtle village is located in a remote area, sparsely populated, with only twenty or thirty households, scattered among the villages, like embellishments.

Relatively speaking, the mountain people of the old turtle village are not as poor as imagined outside, and the houses of every household are still well built, some of them are cement houses with brick and tile structures, and some of them maintain wooden buildings like stilted buildings, no matter what kind of material, the houses are very strong.

On the roof beams of every house, there are some wind chickens, bacon or something, a picture of a relatively wealthy mountain village.

Generally speaking, after the beginning of spring, the bacon is not delicious and will change its taste, but in the old turtle village, with good ventilation, the bacon can be preserved for a longer time. Of course, heavy salting is also a necessary condition.

Whether it is bacon or wind chicken, there is more salted salt, and before going to the pot, it must be boiled repeatedly with boiling water to remove the bitter and salty taste.

Everyone has lived in this small mountain village for more than ten years, and every family is an acquaintance, and when he entered the village, Li Wugui had already rolled down the window and slowed down the speed of the car. Along the way, I kept nodding and saying hello to people. Every now and then, I have to stop, open the trunk, take out something and hand it to the villagers.

Most of them are daily necessities, Li Budrunk and his wife promised to buy them back for others, and the villagers' ones, fortunately they didn't forget, otherwise they would be embarrassed.

"Yo, Boss Li, I've bought a car and made a fortune......"

Occasionally, such a voice will be heard.

It's all ridicule, without any meaning of "envy, jealousy and hate", for so many years, the twenty or thirty families in the old turtle village, hundreds of people, are like a family, love each other. Because Yan Feiyang and Li Wugui went to the city to study, Li Budrunk and his wife left the village.

Now few people remember that Yan Feiyang's grandson and Li Budrunk's family are actually not the aborigines of the old turtle village, but moved here more than ten years ago. With their arrival, the old turtle village began to change greatly. The cement road was repaired, and Mr. Yan also paid for the villagers to build houses and purchase necessary furniture.

A small dam has also been built upstream of the river, and a small hydropower plant has been installed to ensure that every household in the village has electricity for lighting. Of course, the premise is that there is no electricity during the day and electricity is supplied at night.

Only the old man's residence and Li Budrunk's house are powered 24 hours a day.

However, this is not the old man's main contribution to this small mountain village, the old man's greatest contribution comes from two aspects, the first is to treat the people in the village, and the second is to guide them to identify medicines and dig medicinal materials.

Prior to this, there was no difference between Laoguizhai and all other cottage villages in the depths of Wushan, the medical and health conditions were extremely backward, and the mountain people generally did not live long, and people in their thirties and forties were sick and old. Once you get a serious illness, you can only lie at home and wait for death.

There is absolutely no money for treatment.

After the old man came, no one in the village went to the hospital.

The Chinese herbal medicine and acupuncture are simply divine.

Therefore, in the old turtle village, the old man is the well-deserved master of a village, adhering to the old man's teachings, everyone is like a family.

And the old man taught everyone to identify Chinese herbal medicines, and pointed out a bright way to live a well-off life. In the depths of Wu Mountain, there is nothing else, and there are many kinds of precious medicinal materials.

Doctor Tang outside the mountain came here every once in a while to buy it, and many times, Doctor Tang also went into the mountain to collect medicine in person.

With this way, everyone's small life is nourishing, and some people even bought motorcycles.

Of course, in general, the old turtle village is still very backward and primitive, but it is more comfortable than other mountain villages.

The old man lives on the hillside north of the village, a small courtyard with a single family, surrounded by verdant green trees and bamboos, the mountain breeze comes slowly, and the forest is bursting, which is really a quiet and blessed land.

This small courtyard looks very ordinary, but it is very different from the popular mansion style in Weizhou City, it is a bit like the courtyard house of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, quiet and deep, although it was built more than ten years ago, it feels as if it has experienced hundreds of years of vicissitudes.

But now, the gate of the courtyard was open, and a soft whisper came from the courtyard.

Santana stopped far away and didn't drive directly to the edge of the courtyard.

The four people jumped out of the car, carrying large bags and small bags, and walked towards the courtyard in high spirits under the reflection of the bloody sunset.

In the courtyard, under an old tree with a crooked neck, there is a wooden table of eight immortals, two hardwood chairs for teachers next to the table, and two people are sitting opposite each other, drinking tea and chatting.

Sitting on the left is a white-haired old man, who looks, like most old people, not much difference, his complexion is not bad, his face is clear, his demeanor is serene, his eyes are calm, and his eyes are not bright.

In many families, there is such an old man with a kind face. I don't know if it's in my 70s or 80s, or if it's not even 70 years old. Who knows, the old man's age is already difficult to take.

Undoubtedly, this is Yan Feiyang's grandfather, Old Man Yan.

However, there is really not much similarity between the appearance of the grandfather and grandson. Relatively speaking, the lines on the old man's face are softer, and he looks kind and kind, and he is a kind character. And Yan Feiyang is angular and sharp.

Perhaps, after so many years of polishing, the old man's edges and corners have long disappeared.

Or perhaps, this is just the appearance of the old man, the thunder is hidden above the nine heavens!

Sitting opposite the old man, smiling and cooking tea, is a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties, with a slightly tall medium figure, sideburns are already a little white, and his face is elegant and resolute, obviously a very decisive person.

If such a person is said to be a doctor, few people will really believe it.

But he is just a doctor, and he is a famous doctor in Wei Zhou.

Tang Jingyan.

It's just that this famous doctor, who doesn't even care about the first leader in the city, looks respectful in front of the old man, like a disciple. In fact, Tang Jingyan also gave a disciple salute to the old man.

"Grandpa!"

Yan Feiyang strode into the courtyard, saw the old man at a glance, and couldn't help shouting, and his feet sped up a little more.

I haven't been back to see my grandfather for almost a month, and I think it's strange.

"I'm back."

When the old man heard this, he raised his head, a kind smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his two small eyes narrowed, and he kept bowing his head.

It can be seen that the old man is really happy in his heart.

"Yes, we're all back...... Master, you're here too......"

Yan Feiyang was busy greeting Tang Jingyan again.

Although Tang Jingyan never admitted that he was Yan Feiyang's teacher, Yan Feiyang insisted on calling him so, and correcting him a few times had no effect, so Tang Jingyan went with him.

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