In the next few days, Huang Lijun and I fell into a "cold war". Both of them were angry with each other, saying that they had quarreled, and there was no verbal exchange between the two of us; said that they broke up, and no party has ever expressed this intention, not even the slightest hint, that is, they ignore each other, do not speak, and do not send WeChat. And this kind of "ignorance" still has some "deliberate" elements in it.

For example, I have been going to the classroom early every day recently, but not to read early, let alone do morning exercises, but to run to the back door and stand before Huang Lijun came, waiting for her to come and walk past me. My abnormal performance can be seen by the whole class, and it is impossible for Huang Lijun not to see it. But she just didn't want to talk to me, and she didn't want to talk to me every time.

As for Huang Lijun, she rarely runs to the boys' pile on weekdays, but recently she often walks to the back of the classroom, as if she deliberately just wanted to dangle in front of me. In physical education class or after school, she also found an excuse to talk to Ou Dong, and even talked to the fried ghost, but she turned a blind eye to me standing next to Ou Dong and the fried ghost! It makes me lose face every time, and I hate it so much!

Our two best friends and best friends: Ou Dong, Fried Ghost and Han Jie, felt a little inexplicable about the sudden outbreak of the "Cold War" between the two of us, and they all came to persuade a few words. In fact, I know very well in my heart that at least I hope to end this embarrassing situation as soon as possible, but everyone thinks that they are not wrong, and they are waiting for the other party to apologize first. The young man's heart is higher than the sky, and this layer of window paper has never been broken.

In this way, another ten days passed, and tonight was another ghost market day, and I went to Master's house as usual. In the past, even if Master didn't go to the ghost market, he would help me prepare the ingredients before leaving, otherwise I wouldn't be able to do it alone. But it was only seven o'clock tonight, and it wasn't dark yet, so he said he was leaving!

Originally, I was in a very bad mood for the past few days, but when I saw that Master wanted to make a mess again, my temper suddenly rose. Throw the half-stripped dead snake in his hand to the ground, and say that I don't want to go to the ghost market tonight!

My master was a little surprised and asked why? I wouldn't say anything, so I just sat there sulking.

The master asked a few questions, but when he saw that I didn't answer, and he couldn't do anything about me, he said, "Okay, then if you don't want to go to the ghost market tonight, don't go!" ”

Just as I was stupidly starting to pack my things, Master had just stepped out of the door but stopped, turned his head and asked, "If you don't go to the ghost market, do you have any plans to go anywhere?" ”

I said, "I'm not going anywhere!" Go home and sleep! ”

"In that case," said Master, "do you want to come with me tonight?" Give me a hand and learn something by the way. ”

"Where?"

"You'll find out when you go with me."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'll tell you when I get there."

Master did it on purpose! He knew that I was the most curious, and he didn't say anything, and the more I wanted to go. But where else can I go? There's no way I'm really going home to sleep, is it? When I got home and lay in bed, I must have been thinking about my little worries lately.

"Do you have any red envelopes?" I hesitated, but finally compromised.

"Nope!" Master is very simple.

I shook my head helplessly, stopped collecting the things in the yard, took off my bib and went out with the master.

Master is a very old-fashioned person, he doesn't have an electric car, he rarely rides a bicycle, and he is used to walking when he is in the neighborhood. I followed him all the way to the east, through the entire Paiwei Village, and then arrived at Lingqian Village. On a village road near the direction of the county seat, there is a row of bungalows in Lingqian Village, which are all relatively unpopular industries. For example, the first one to do is bamboo weaving, specializing in the preparation of bamboo baskets, bamboo plaques, bamboo chairs, bamboo benches and so on. I bought my usual cash register basket and Master's recliner here.

The second one specializes in pottery jars. Nowadays, every household in rural areas has running water, but people are still used to storing some rainwater in large clay jars for washing clothes and flushing toilets. Therefore, the demand for this clay jar is not large, but it is a must-have for every family, and it can barely sustain business.

The third is also a traditional old craft, which is more unpopular than the previous two, and it is made of clogs. But now, even in the countryside, there are only some elderly people who still retain the habit of wearing clogs, and I have heard that this shop is almost untenable. But the owner's son was very thoughtful, and he not only inherited his father's craftsmanship, but also began to follow the trend and design a lot of new styles. He added some fashionable patterns and bright colors to the traditional clogs, hoping to change the function of the clogs from practical to ornamental and increase sales.

In addition, the last two stores are the shroud shop and the coffin shop. Ordinary people would not come to patronize these two businesses, but for thousands of years, these two industries have never died.

At this point, no matter which store is closed, the door is closed. Master walked around to the back of the shop, walked to the back door of the fourth shop, and reached out and knocked on the door four times. I did the math, this should be a shroud shop. Sure enough, the door opened, and the owner of the shroud shop poked his head out to take a look, and nodded at the master. He was not surprised to see that I was also there, but smiled and said to my master, "What? Finally, I am willing to bring your apprentice with you? ”

The master only nodded slightly, did not explain anything, and asked, "Are you ready?" ”

The owner of the shroud shop said: "I left too early tonight, and I didn't have time to eat." I just steamed a few steamed buns and took them with me to eat on the road. He went back inside, fumbled for a while, and came out with a backpack on his back. He first handed me and Master two buns wrapped in plastic bags, and then turned to lock the door. The bun was still a little hot, so I could only carry it in my hand first, but Master started eating it directly.

The owner of the shroud shop locked the door, took out another car key, walked to a small van parked outside the back door, opened the door and got into the car, and the master also sat in the passenger seat with a tacit understanding. I realized that the place I was going to was still quite far away and I still needed to drive to get there, so I quickly got in the car and sat alone in the back.

The owner of the shroud shop started the car, got on the highway and drove in the direction of the mountain. Although I meet the owner of the shroud shop every time I go to the ghost market, this is the first time I have seen him up close. He is not very old, maybe he is only forty years old, but he has begun to lose his head, and he has a small belly, and he looks ordinary, which belongs to the kind that cannot be found in the crowd.

The owner of the shroud shop also set up a shroud stall in the ghost market, selling clothes that are pasted with paper folded glue, including jewelry, shoes and hats, paper people and paper horses, and so on. The boss will burn it to the ghost customer, but not on the spot, it is forbidden to expose open flames in the ghost market, and my barbecue stall and stove must also be fenced off to avoid people thinking that there is a mountain fire in the middle of the night. Therefore, the ghost customers picked their favorite shrouds, gave money first, and also gave the names and birthdays, which was equivalent to ordering the goods to the mailing address, and the shroud shop owner would burn them to the customers after he returned. I don't know if there is a courier industry in the underworld, but the reputation of the shroud shop owner in the ghost market is also very good, and I have never heard of him receiving money and not shipping. Last time, Uncle Fang wanted to sell jade cards, and he first found the owner of the shroud shop, but it turned out that this boss is probably the same as the master, and he has been busy with something mysterious and mysterious recently, and he can't care about going to the ghost market to set up a stall.

"What are you doing with those two buns? If you don't hurry up and eat, you'll have to be busy all night! The owner of the shroud shop asked casually when he saw in the rearview mirror that I had been looking at him from behind. I just felt hungry, so I picked up two buns and ate them in two bites. Because I ate too fast, my throat was dry, and I coughed twice.

"There's water under the seats in the back row, go get it yourself, and get a bottle for your master." The owner of the shroud shop smiled and introduced himself: "My surname is Su, just call me Boss Su." ”

I nodded, walked to the back and found half a box of mineral water, and came back with three bottles of water. I handed Master a bottle and Boss Su a bottle. Boss Su was really easy-going, and he took his own water and thanked me. I drank mineral water, moistened my throat, and then began to observe the scenery outside the window.

Boss Su's car has been driving in the direction of Baihualing, and is winding around the winding mountain road, often encountering large bends of more than 90 degrees. The mountain road is relatively narrow, generally only two-way two lanes, so in many places will set up an emergency parking point to give the car that breaks down on the road a temporary parking place to avoid traffic jams. I was about to ask if we were going to Baihualing, when Boss Su suddenly stopped at an emergency parking spot on the mountain road and turned off the fire directly.

I got out of the car, looked around, and recognized that this should be Fengguling, and it was still twenty kilometers away from Baihualing. In our dialect, Wind Valley Ridge is pronounced the same as "Mad Dog Ridge". When I was in junior high school, I used to follow the geography teacher here to take outdoor classes, and the geography teacher explained that due to the topography, the air convection in the valley below the ridge is frequent, and there are many caves, and the wind blows a strange sound through the mouth of the cave, which sounds like a mad dog barking.

My master and Boss Su also got out of the car with their backpacks on their backs. They walked to the side of the road, climbed over the guardrail on the side of the cliff, and beckoned me to follow. When I got closer, I saw that it was not a straight cliff, but a steep slope with no vegetation and boulders of various sizes, which could indeed be climbed down to the bottom.

During the climbing, Boss Su walked in the front to explore the way, and the master kept reminding me where to put my feet and asked me to follow their footprints as much as possible. Some of the stones are not very stable, they are wobbly, and they are really unsafe in the dark night, and I can't understand why Master and they chose to go down from here to the bottom of the valley.

Fortunately, the steep slope was not high, and it took about seventy or eighty meters to climb to the end. At the bottom of the valley is a small intermittent stream that drills through a pile of boulders. I looked back, and if Master and the others were going to be here, it was indeed the quickest way to come down the slope, otherwise they would not be able to walk here in a few hours if they had walked along the valley floor.

We walked another hundred meters or so along the valley floor and reached a shallow beach. There were a few miscellaneous trees growing in the shallows, which seemed to be just to hide the one cave in the thickets. The hole was not large, but it was equipped with a locked wooden door, the door panel looked quite new, but the chain and lock were rusty. On the wooden door, a few large calligraphy words were written in ink: the mine has collapsed, and it is dangerous to enter.

There is indeed a small copper mine nearby, but it seems to be ten kilometers away, so could it be that the veins extend all the way here? Could it be that Master really went to be a thief in the middle of the night, to steal mines, as I had thought before? I couldn't help but peek at my master with some disdain, as well as at that Boss Su. The two of them seemed to be a little bit of a thief, and their expressions became nervous, and they looked around a few times before they touched the wooden door.

However, what puzzled me was that Boss Su actually took out a key from his body and directly opened the big lock on the wooden door. And I took a closer look, and the big calligraphy on the door seemed to be my master's handwriting, could it be that this wooden door was installed by the two of them? What kind of treasure is hidden in this cave?