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Throughout the dinner, Song Xing didn't speak, and Uncle Tian kept squinting his presbyopia, and never gave up looking at him, always feeling that something was wrong with this unknown young man.

But what was wrong, I couldn't say it, and I wanted to ask him several times, but seeing that Song Xing looked preoccupied, he swallowed back the words in his mouth again, and just kept beckoning him to eat.

After dinner, they instructed the young man to find a place for Song Xing to live, and then returned to his room, there was no entertainment in the mountains, and it was their habit to sleep after eating.

After the young man said yes, he led Song Xing to a dilapidated thatched hut and said, "This house was originally owned by Tian Gou'er, but now that his people are gone, it is empty, and if you really have nowhere to go, you can leave it here." ”

Although the house is dilapidated, it can still be sheltered, and Song Xing at this time does not have so many requirements.

It's just that the musty smell of this room makes him a little unbearable, whether it is the bamboo bed that is about to fall apart or the table and chair with missing arms and legs, because no one has lived in it for a long time, it is covered with white hair, and there is a feeling of coldness.

The oil lamp was broken, and there was no oil, so when the young man went back, he left the oil lamp in his hand to Song Xing, and told him to be careful about the doors and windows when he left.

The door is a bamboo fence door, and the window is a bamboo fence window, Song Xing looked at the thatched hut that was leaking everywhere and was so dilapidated that he couldn't be dilapidated, and he really didn't know where to be careful.

The light of the oil lamp was dim and faint, so faint that it was not easy to see the buzzing mosquitoes in front of me, let alone the little black and oily insects that drilled through the cracks.

Song Xing didn't sleep all night, in the first half of the night he was cleaning up the white hair on the bamboo bed, and in the second half of the night he was talking to mosquitoes, and the result of the conversation was that his hands turned blood-red and blood-red, and there were countless pimples on his body, which was itchy and uncomfortable.

I didn't sleep all night, I got up early naturally, and I was embarrassed to go to Uncle Tian's house for breakfast, so I ran to the back mountain to get some wild vegetables. There is a clearing in the back mountain, where many young and middle-aged people practice martial arts, Song Xing wanted to go over to take a look, but was politely stopped.

Song Xing smiled, he was not Yang Luchan, he didn't plan to practice martial arts, he couldn't talk about stealing a teacher, and it was actually nothing to see or not, so he immediately turned around and came to the slope not far away, picked some wild vegetables with branches, and cleaned them with mountain spring water, and then returned to his residence.

There have been no people living here for a long time, and there is a natural shortage of objects, so Song Xing rummaged through the entire kitchen before he took out a broken iron pot from a pile of grass, not so much a pot as a rusty iron plate.

The tatters of the iron pot did not stop Song Xing's ambition, compared to when he was a child, he stole the beans of the neighbor's family that were not yet elders, put them in a bamboo tube and burned them, and put other people's chickens on the tiles to roast and eat, he felt that the current conditions were a hundred times stronger than then.

Although the pot is incomplete, it is still a pot. He took the iron pot to the pond and repeatedly polished it with a stone that was not too hard to remove the rust on the surface.

There is no oil and salt, and the sea water has salt but is not edible, so I had to boil the wild vegetables with mountain spring water, and stuff them hard into the mouth one by one, the taste is very bitter, and the chewing is like chewing wax.

Although the taste of wild vegetables is not as good as roasted beans in a bamboo tube, and even less as roasted local chicken in a tile, for the current Song Xing, the taste is not the main thing, and survival is.

The people in the mountains are always busy, and before dawn, the young men begin to go out fishing and hunting together, the older ones also carry hoes and begin to fiddle with the only fields, and those who are too old to walk are also picking up firewood in their own yards.

As for the bare-bottomed little kids, they were either busy playing spinning tops in the yard, or carrying a broken bamboo basket to the mountains to hunt pigweed, or taking a broken machete to the mountains to get some firewood.

In short, the people of the entire Tian Hengshan are like a fast-spinning screw, they have been busy since childhood, and Song walked among them, and he became a big idler through and through.

The old fisherman did not go out to sea to fish today, but sat in front of his thatched hut mending his fishing nets, and beside him, a little girl of eight or nine years old was half-squatting, with a thin body, tattered clothes, and a cheerful smile.

Seeing Song Xing coming, the old fisherman didn't speak, just grinned at him, which was regarded as a hello, and then he still buried his head in his fishing net. And the little girl looked a little embarrassed when she saw Song Xing coming, and ran to the side to jump the square.

Song walked to the old fisherman's side, squatted down, and said while helping to pull the fishing nets: "Old man, my name is Song Xing, and I have come today to thank you for saving your life." And I want to ask, what is the name of this place now? ”

The old fisherman squinted his eyes and looked at Song Xing, still didn't speak, just grinned at him, every cell in his body was full of kindness, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

"Our place is called Tian Hengshan, not far from Dengzhou Mansion, grandpa is mute, he can't speak!" The little girl jumped the square while answering Song Xing's question.

"Dumb?" Hearing the little girl's answer, Song Xing suddenly realized, no wonder from yesterday to now, the old man has not spoken except for grinning at him.

No dialogue does not mean that there is no communication, labor is the best way to communicate, the dumb grandfather is there to mend the net, Song Xing is his hand, helping him hand over the hemp rope, hand over the tools, and match it is also tacit.

Until his broken net was mended, it was noon, as the name suggests, it was time for lunch, usually at this point, Song Xing either took a broken bamboo stick and picked the gap between his teeth, or climbed on the workbench to take a nap, or lay on the stone to bask in the sun.

The people in the mountains seem to eat late, and at this time they don't see a few kitchens coming up with smoke, most of them are working outside and haven't come back, and the people left at home are basically old, weak, sick and disabled.

Song Xing didn't stay at the dumb grandfather's house for a long time, although he wouldn't be less fed when people in the mountains met, but looking at the little girl in front of him who was so thin that there were only a few bones left, it was really a little unbearable to let him eat and drink for nothing at her house.

Although the patriarch, that is, Uncle Tian, asked someone to come over and bring a message, saying that lunch would be eaten at his house. But Song Xing also didn't plan to go, in the end, deep in his heart, there was always such an inexplicable Qinggao.

Qinggao is always accompanied by a price, and the wild vegetables in the morning have gone through a series of physical and chemical changes, and now there is not even a residue left, and the belly is empty, cooing like a pigeon.

The feeling of the front chest against the back Song Xing experienced for the first time, a little smell of rice can hook out all kinds of insects in his abdomen, sour water gushing, that taste really made him admire his ancestors, how they survived in that era of lack of food and clothing.

Look at the lazy sun in the sky, reach out and touch the belly that is as smooth as water, stand on the highest part of Tianheng Mountain and look around, and see that not far from the south is Guangyu Lianlian, which is the legendary Dengzhou Mansion.

The distance from Tianhengshan to Dengzhou Mansion is not far, and the visual inspection is only five or six miles, Song Xing stood on a high place and thought a lot, until every house smoked, then jumped down from the height, and returned to the moldy thatched shed.

There were still a few wild vegetables left in the morning, and although the taste was not good, I still forced myself to eat them, and every time I ate them, I was still muttering in my heart: "Bitter or not, think about the Red Army 25,000." Tired or not, think about the revolutionary old-timers. ”

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