Wan Linggen thanked the people who helped, and Jiang Chong took the initiative to return the grain that they had stolen, and the people respected him very much and were reluctant to disperse for a long time. He was not surprised by this, discussed it with Zhang Tongwei and others, and then led people to follow them up the mountain.

Almost the entire halfway up the mountain was hollowed out, and a huge snow pit lay there, Wan Linggen was even more moved when he saw this scene, this was dug out with his bare hands, he stood on the edge of the pit and bowed respectfully, but everyone behind him knelt down in unison, bowing their heads and bowing, and the shape was extremely reverent.

After everyone got up, he was a little puzzled and asked Yang Zizi beside him, "Brother Yang, what are you doing here?" ”

Yang Zizai's expression was very "comfortable", and he smiled: "Brother Wan, this is the place where my Great Song Dynasty Longxing is prosperous, how can I not bow and salute?" ”

"The Land of Dragons?" Wan Linggen thought that there was really any allusion here, so he didn't ask more, but he didn't expect that it was the golden dragon he made by mistake that made this place a pilgrimage place admired by all the people many years later.

When they came to the mountain, it was past noon. There is a small village on the top of the mountain, and there are more than 100 large and small wooden houses distributed in the front and back, all of which are wooden structures, thatched roofs, low and simple. Wan Linggen couldn't help but sigh secretly that their livelihood was difficult.

At this time, Zhang Cong, who was following him, excitedly pointed to the front and said, "Uncle, the biggest one is my mother's house, isn't it beautiful?" ”

Wan Linggen looked in the direction of his finger, and sure enough, in the middle of those huts, there was a much larger house, which was slightly different from the others, Jiang Chong was a little embarrassed and said: "Dashuai, the conditions on the mountain are too simple, and the Holy Aunt and the Holy Child can only be entrusted here." ”

Wan Linggen glanced at Zhang Tongwei, whose eyes were wandering, and asked in a low voice, "Fourth uncle, is Sister Wei Wei your holy aunt?" ”

Jiang Chonggong said: "I will talk to you about this matter later." Wan Linggen nodded yes. Due to the large number of people, he ordered his subordinates to be stationed outside the village, and he took Yang Zizai, Li Ji, Guo Song and others into the village.

Everyone settled in Zhang Tongwei's house, chatting about the world. At this point, Wan Linggen really understood the origin of this place called Wanjiazhai.

It turned out that in the four years of Zhenghe, there was a large-scale outflow in the Yellow River area, many people along the coast were displaced, and even some official eunuchs and gentry homes were washed away by the flood. Many years later, Zhang Xianjue died of illness, Zhang Tong was only taken care of by his father and old friends, and his life was worry-free, and he never married after becoming an adult. Five years ago, everyone found an abandoned baby on the top of the snow-capped mountain, which is now called the Holy Infant by them, Zhang Cong, who has been adopted by Zhang Tongwei so far.

The Jin soldiers crossed the Yellow River to occupy Kaifeng City, most of the northern cities changed hands, and the livelihood of the cottage became more and more difficult. It's just that this time I ran into Wan Linggen's people and horses, and it was planted in his hands.

After listening to their narration, Wan Linggen deeply felt that it was not easy to survive in the troubled times, and then looked at Zhang Tongwei, who was only in his twenties, and his sideburns were already gray, and suddenly his mind moved, and he proposed: "Sister Weiwei, Fourth Uncle Jiang, why don't you go to Kaifeng City with me, it's much better than staying in this place." ”

Jiang Chong, Zhang Tongwei and the others couldn't help but light up when they heard this, and then sighed: "We people have long lost their identities, I'm afraid the local government will not accept us." ”

Wan Linggen laughed, "If you are worried about this matter, then you don't have to, I myself am a person with no identity, and I don't live a good life." ”

Everyone didn't believe it at first, but after Yang Zizai and the others nodded yes and confirmed that this was true, they laughed heartily, so they notified them and prepared to pack up their things and leave.

When everyone was happily discussing their future life, Lin Sanjin brought a large number of people to bring wine, food, and meat, and everyone began to drink happily.

Wan Linggen called Lin Sanjin aside and asked Lin Fengxian deliberately, Lin Sanjin told him with a red face that his daughter had been too tired in the past few days and went back to rest, so he was relieved.

When it was approaching dusk, everyone packed up and prepared to go down the mountain, but Zhang Tongwei was called away in a panic, and it turned out that Zhang Cong was sick.

Wan Linggen hurriedly came to his bedroom, only to see Zhang Cong lying on the bed, his eyes closed, his whole body trembling, his teeth rattling, touching his forehead with his hand, it was hot, he knew that Zhang Cong had a cold. But there are no herbs on the mountain, everyone is only in a hurry, Zhang Tongwei hugged the hot Zhang Cong and kept crying, and from time to time he said, "This child has never been sick since he was a child, how is this good!" ”

Wan Linggen was also helpless, looking at Zhang Cong's increasingly red face, and talking nonsense in his mouth, he suddenly had an idea, remembered Wang Po's situation at the beginning, and secretly said that he was really confused, didn't he have the ready-made universal elixir on his body?

He sent off the outsiders, leaving only Zhang Tong alone in the room to hold Zhang Cong. He said to Zhang Tongwei: "Sister Weiwei, you must not mention my method of curing diseases to anyone!" Zhang Tongwei nodded and looked at him in disbelief. He took out a sharp dagger from his waist and lightly cut it on his wrist, covering the wound on the unconscious Zhang Cong's mouth.

Zhang Tongwei watched his every move dumbfounded, and he didn't dare to come out.

Soon, Wan Linggen withdrew his arm. Zhang Tongwei put Zhang Cong on the bed and carefully helped him bandage the wound. To her surprise, although the wound was not deep, not a drop of blood came out, she looked at him suspiciously, Wan Linggen just smiled at her, and she didn't ask any more.

About a cup of tea later, the flush on Zhang Cong's face subsided, his body temperature returned to normal, he opened his mouth and began to ask for water, making Zhang Tongwei smile with joy, hugging Zhang Cong and kissing him non-stop.

When the lively Zhang Cong walked out of the room under the leadership of Zhang Tongwei and Wan Linggen, everyone was so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths, Zhang Tongwei's eyes were full of deep affection, gratitude, reverence, and a trace of indescribable touch. As for how to make Zhang Cong miraculously healed, the two of them didn't say anything, and others didn't ask much, so they happily went to prepare for the move.

When Zhang Cong learned that it was this god-like uncle who saved him again, he immediately became the personal plaster of Wan Linggen, going in and out, inseparable. Wan Linggen was also happy to have such a living treasure by his side, and the depression in his heart was also swept away.