The night is cloudy and the stars are dotted.

Xie Roujia woke up suddenly, the window was wide open and she could see the stars outside, and the mountain breeze in September was cool.

The window was closed before going to bed, presumably because the wind blew open again last night.

Xie Roujia put on her clothes and walked out of bed, and saw Jiang Ling and Shui Ying in the hall sleeping peacefully on their respective small beds.

In her previous life, Jiangling guarded her day and night, fanning in summer, watching braziers in winter, giving her mosquito repellent quilts, closing windows and guarding the door for her, in order to let her sleep peacefully, Jiangling almost never undressed for ten years of sleep.

Xie Roujia walked out softly, looking at Jiang Ling's arm stretched out outside the quilt, and she gently pulled the quilt to cover it.

Jiang Ling was not woken up, but turned over and rubbed the pillow and fell asleep sweetly.

Outside the door, the autumn insects murmured, and the sky gradually turned white.

Xie Roujia wrapped her clothes tightly and walked out, a string of straw sandals hung under the porch, because she ran a lot, Shui Ying and Jiang Ling made a lot of straw sandals.

Xie Roujia reached out and took a new pair of shoes on her feet, pulled open the fence, and strode in the misty night.

The dense mountain forest seems to be impermeable to a little light, like an unfathomable abyss.

This was the first time she had gotten up so early to climb the mountain, Xie Roujia stood outside the mountain forest and looked up for a moment, then raised her feet and ran in.

The branches and leaves under her feet rattled, the road that was already very familiar in the daytime became strange in the dark, and the awakened birds and beasts flew beside her from time to time, making all kinds of strange screams, several times Xie Roujia suspected that she was lost, but she did not stop, the top of the mountain was above, as long as she kept walking up, she would definitely be able to go.

But if you want to live, you don't necessarily have to live.

She really doesn't understand, it's already like this, they have already given birth to Lan'er as they wished, and there are already follow-ups, why don't they even leave Brother An's life.

Why is that?

How difficult is it for a person who has been riding a horse since he was a child to be thrown to death and trampled on his head, and how many sins will he have to suffer?

Definitely not like himself, being strangled to death.

Why is that?

She looked up at the still impermeable mountain forest, entrenched like a monster.

A person like Brother An is insignificant to them at all, and it is okay to send them away from afar, so why do you have to take your life?

Why is that?

She quickened her pace and ran upwards.

When the morning light rose, Xie Roujia stood on the top of the mountain, the torches in the valley had not yet been extinguished, and the sound of the trumpet was low and inaudible, but there was still a team walking slowly in the valley.

Xie Roujia looked at the valley that lit up little by little.

She thought that last night she would dream, dream about things in her previous life or something, just like she was trapped in nightmares in her previous life, like when she first woke up, she was worried about the nightmare coming back, but she didn't have a dream all night, to be exact, she hadn't dreamed since she entered Yushan.

There are no dreams, she already knows and believes, this is now, recognizes that this is now, will not escape the luxury of the nightmare did not happen, and will not despair because it has happened.

If you want to live, you must live, in order to live well, even if you are still an ant this time, you will never let them trample to death at will.

Never!

Xie Roujia let out a shout at the valley and watched the rocks on the cliff jump down.

The vision of the miners, who had been tired all night, and the trumpet of the leader had become vague in their ears, and they felt that they were still humming along, but in fact they could no longer make a sound.

It's getting dawn, right? You're about to be able to rest, right?

The footsteps of one person in the team staggered and hit the person in front of him, and suddenly more people stumbled.

The man at the head immediately noticed that he only had one hand to hold the ore on his back, and he couldn't turn back at all, once this situation could not be controlled, he would definitely fall down a string of people, and if this breath was released, he could no longer lift it.

It's about to go to the bottom, so you can't be discouraged!

He gritted his teeth and shouted loudly, but the harmony was few and chaotic, and this monotonous trumpet could no longer gather everyone's will after a night.

The footsteps behind him were even more chaotic.

It's about to go to the bottom, so you can't be discouraged!

At this time, if you fall, you will definitely be smashed, then this night's work will be in vain, and this life will be in vain!

Although it is hard in this life, it is also alive, as long as you live, it is always good.

The man gritted his teeth, his eyes widened, and he roared, and when he heard his own voice, he also despaired.

The trumpet never works when the roar is loud.

Trumpet, on the contrary, it must be calm and steady.

There are rocks and sand rolling down from the feet, which shows that everyone's pace is still chaotic, if the pace is steady, the rocks will not be stepped on.

There were more and more chaotic steps, and the mountain road seemed to tremble.

It's over, it's over, it's over

The man looked at the valley in front of him, and his heart was full of despair.

"Step on the gold!"

A soft female voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

The sudden tone of the voice made the chaotic people smart.

"Two steps on the silver!"

The high-pitched and high-pitched female voice continued to sound.

This is the tone of six steps and one meal, which is faster than their pace now, and the man subconsciously adjusts his steps.

"Three-step jewelry, sparkling, hehe!"

"The mountains live up to the people who step on the mountains!"

The rocks at his feet no longer rolled down, and the footsteps behind him gradually became consistent.

"One-three, hey! To be in the hey lo hey! ”

"It's okay, it's okay!"

The crisp female voice spoke in a brisk tone, as if the morning mountain breeze swept away the dullness of the night in the valley.

The people in the team hunched their backs, speeding up step by step, and the tune was simple and repetitive, and soon it was imprinted in everyone's minds, and they seemed to sing along subconsciously.

"Okay, hey, lala!"

"One-three, hey! Come in, hey, hey, hey! ”

"Hey, hey, sala, hey, hey!"

The miners who had descended the mountain first from the bottom of the valley and were lying on the ground also got up one after another, looking ahead in disbelief.

In the morning light, next to a group of miners who were descending the mountain, there was a girl who was waving her hands, following the miners, no, not that she was walking with the miners, but she was leading the miners.

As the distance got closer and closer, the mixed voices of male and female voices became louder and louder, and the tiredness of a night of hard work seemed to dissipate with this light and cheerful chanting, and more and more people began to sing along, and some people couldn't help but sway along with the trumpet.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? ”

The overseers of Masaka, who were sleeping under the pergola, were suddenly awakened to find that the trumpets in the valley were loud and earth-shattering.

Rioted?

How is this possible? This is the Xie clan's mine, not the salt mine Dan mine of those random people!

What's going on?

The overseers rubbed their sleepy eyes and saw that the miners, who had worked all night, were not lying on the ground as usual, but were all standing, singing and dancing loudly...

Jumping?

Crazy?

Also, where do they get the strength to jump?

The overseers were dumbfounded.

In this jubilation, watching the miners finally reach the bottom of the valley and unload the ore on their bodies, Xie Roujia stopped chanting, quickened his pace and continued to run forward.

The miners behind them had not stopped, and many of them were still swinging around the unloaded ore.

"One step on gold, two steps on silver, three steps on jewelry, the mountain lives up to the people who step on the mountain, to be good, to come, to be good, to come, to come!"

With the sound of drifting, Xie Roujia rushed on the mountain road in the morning light.

It turns out that this song is so happy to sing.

She can't remember where she learned it, or it was taught to her by her mother in her previous life, or she read it from a scroll at home, and no matter where it came from, she didn't sing it in her previous life.

This time she jumped off the rocks, about to cross the mine and go home, when she suddenly saw that the group of miners was sluggish and crumbling, obviously exhausted to the extreme, and could not support it at all.

If they fell, they would definitely be injured or even killed by the stones on their bodies.

Xie Roujia was anxious, wanted to drum up strength for them, wanted to make them hold on, and this song suddenly appeared.

I didn't expect it to work.

It works, it works.

The smile spread across her face, and she ran under her feet, and continued to sing loudly in her mouth.

"It's going to be good, it's going to be good."

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Old lady Xie stood in the courtyard of the house carrying the birdcage, and suddenly listened attentively, and the girls teased the birds and made a few crisp calls.

"Shhhh Old lady Xie hurriedly shushed the birds.

The girls were surprised.

The old lady has to listen to the birds every day, why did he stop the birds today?

"What are you listening to, old lady?" They asked, puzzled.

"Listen, what is that sound?" Old Lady Xie said, stretching out her hand and pointing in the direction of the mine.

The girls listened attentively.

The silence of the mountains in the early morning, coupled with the mountain wind, could hear the sound far away, and they could hear the chorus in the faint air.

"It's the sound of the mine horn." Everyone laughed.

"It's not a trumpet." Old Madam Xie's voice sounded behind her.

Everyone hurriedly looked back and saw that Mrs. Xie was standing under the porch at some point, and she was also looking up at the location of the mine.

"yes, yes, it really doesn't seem to be the same as the sound of the trumpet." Old Lady Xie said immediately, and hurriedly walked over with a smile.

The girls pouted.

"What's that? Isn't this what miners often chant? A girl couldn't help but say curiously.

Old Madam Xie looked over there, and her voice was gradually inaudible.

"It's not a trumpet, it's a curse." She said.

Curse?

"It's going to be good, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming." Old Madam Xie muttered and repeated, her voice low and the tune slow.

The girls standing around suddenly felt a little numb in their bodies, but fortunately, the old lady Xie only muttered a few words and stopped.

"Sure enough, it doesn't feel like a trumpet." The girls muttered.

Old Madam Xie looked in the direction of the mine with a surprised expression.

It's a witchcraft.

The miners don't, so who's leading the miners to chant witch spells?

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When the sky was bright, Xie Roujia saw her wooden house, she couldn't help but sigh, and rushed over again.

"Jiangling, Shui Ying, ......are you up?" she shouted loudly, and before she could finish speaking, she saw a girl standing in front of the fence, and her voice stopped suddenly, and the people also stopped.

"Xie Rouqing?" She said in surprise.

Xie Rouqing also turned around when she heard the shout, and she was also surprised to see the girl in front of her.

It wasn't her coarse linen clothes that I had seen yesterday, but I was surprised by the girl's description, her clothes were stained with mud, branches and grass clippings, and I don't know if it was wet with dew or sweat, and her straw sandals were full of mud on her feet, and she looked wolf-bèi.

The girl was dragging a bundle of firewood behind her.

Do you even have to fetch your own firewood? Is this the kind of life she is living? So why is it that she is comfortable and happy whether she saw her last time or yesterday?

Can you still be happy on this kind of day?

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Note: The trumpet used in the article is adapted and copied from "Pingshui Trumpet" and "Zhoushan Fishing Song Trumpet", which is not my original, but the wisdom of the working people (*^__^*) hehe...... R1152