In other words, the three of us ran out of the fire escape.

As soon as we got out of the hospital, we drove straight to the store in the market.

Because the incident happened so suddenly, Uncle Biao began to pager his brothers while entering the door, and at the same time asked us to collect equipment.

It took Fan Ping and I about half a day to gather all the equipment and utensils on the list.

When we returned to the store, we saw Uncle Biao and five guys already waiting for us.

Without saying a word, a few of us got into three off-road vehicles and drove towards Qinyang.

We still rode in the same car with Fan Ping and Xiaohua, but this time it was different from the last time, and we followed the car in front of us with a smile on the road.

After about five or six hours of driving, it was already dark, and we arrived at a place called Angoukou in Heping Village.

At that time, Wangwushan had not yet been developed.

The development of Jiyuan City is still a lot worse, mainly because there is no pillar industry here, and the agricultural industry is not good, compared with our place, it feels very different, so not to mention the rural areas of Jiyuan City.

When the car arrived at the entrance of the village, it didn't drive inside, because it was really difficult to turn around.

As soon as we got off the bus, the adults and children who were squatting at the entrance of the village to eat "hula" and surrounded us.

One of the locals kept staring at me, and it made me feel furious.

I guess the sharp-eyed local saw that we were not familiar with life, so let us follow.

Anyway, we had to find a place to stay, so I quickly thanked him and followed him into the village.

Through a simple conversation, I learned that the leader of the road is called San'er, he is dressed almost the same as when he was just liberated, he looks more rustic, it seems that this village is usually quiet and peaceful, and few strangers visit.

Our arrival surprised the people here, many of them looked at us strangely, and even a child of a few years old followed us, just like the foreigners on the streets of Yanjing at that time.

After walking for a while, I saw an exclusive courtyard, so San'er put on a posture of invitation and let us in.

I always thought that San'er was running a hotel, but then I realized that this was for us to live in a farmhouse. But then I thought about it, it would be better to have a farmhouse to eat and live in such a place than to stay in a car overnight.

When we arrived at the house, San'er called her wife to hurry up and cook, and then beckoned us to sit around the table to drink tea and chatter, waiting for the food to be served.

San'er said that the yard of this boat was originally his eldest brother's, and later the whole family went to Guangzhou to work, so they were idle, although it was dilapidated, but it was no problem to live temporarily.

In fact, we all understand this sentence, that is, if you don't sleep here, you have to sleep on the street.

When Fan Ping heard this, he was happy, and said to me softly: This place is really relatively closed, Anzi, look here, are there any antiques or anything like that, let's accept them by the way.

I elbowed him and told him to keep his mouth tighter.

In those days, the collection of antiques could not be called the collection of antiques, it had to be called the collection of rags, and the price could not be pressed when it was said to collect antiques.

And if we let the locals know that we are collecting things, others will still feel uncomfortable and be wary of it.

San'er was very enthusiastic, and asked us where we came from and what projects we came here while drinking tea.

Uncle Biao said that we are here to collect folk customs materials, the provincial scientific expedition team.

After listening to this, he looked at us with envy and praised us as cultural people.

I couldn't stop laughing in my heart, and I said Uncle Biao said this every time, can't I change the unit?

Dinner was rice with daylily and a plate of scrambled eggs with leeks, and it tasted pretty good.

Everyone was probably hungry, so they devoured it.

I saw that San'er was quite capable, so I asked him how many people there are in this village and what they usually do.

San'er said: There are not many households left, those who can go out have gone out, and those who can't go out are not willing to live here.

Uncle Biao heard the sensitivity, oh, he was very curious about San'er's words, and asked: Why don't you want to live here? It is said that the old people like to return to their roots, and they should be willing to live here!

San'er moved a stool and sat between me and Uncle Biao, and said in a low voice: I also heard what the old man said, I heard, I just heard it. Every winter, when the fog rises here, some strange sounds can be heard from the mountains, and the sound is like the footsteps of the troops, as if many people are walking in the mountains. When the fog cleared, when everyone went to look, they found that the dirt in the mountain was full of small footprints three inches long. The old people said that this is the mountain god who released the heavenly soldiers, and the heavenly generals came out to breathe.

No, you've seen it with your own eyes? Fan Ping asked curiously while eating his meal.

San'er nodded: Of course, I've seen it several times, and those little footprints are the same as monkey footprints.

When Uncle Biao heard this, he was quite interested, and said softly: "Such an evil thing, don't you have the courage to go into the fog to take a look?"

San'er lit a cigarette, nodded mysteriously, looked around again, and made sure that there was no one around, before saying: We dare not look! But I'm always a little bold to look at it, I heard that someone has seen it before, saying that it is a white expanse in the fog, and you can't see anything, but you see a lot of eye-like light floating in the fog, but I don't know if it's true.

When I heard it, I felt that something was wrong, and I was about to open my mouth to ask, but I found that San'er's words were not finished, so I couldn't help but continue to wait.

Sure enough, San'er took a few puffs of cigarette and continued: "But a few months ago, I heard that two outsiders went to see it, and they went several times, but the last time, only one person came back, and the other didn't know where he went. Now everyone is spreading that the one who didn't come back is afraid that the mountain god will be dragged into the mountain. ”

At this time, Xiaohua assisted beside him: Do we want to go and see it too?

Uncle Biao suddenly straightened up and began to say seriously: This is superstition, superstition and folk customs are two different things, and these two things are easily confused, so you will have to work hard in the scientific research industry in the future.

When Xiaohua heard it, she lowered her head and admitted her mistake: "I know it's wrong!" ”

Uncle Biao then patted Xiaohua on the shoulder and said slowly: "Young people are still good comrades to change their mistakes, but for the matter in the fog, you can still take a look." ”

"Right...... Let's ......."

Fan Ping and I dropped the chopsticks in our hands on the table, and we couldn't close our mouths for a long time.

Holy shit, how many rehearsals do you have to rehearse to be so tacit?

The heart said, the Oscar winner is just such an acting act!