The door of the hut halfway up the mountain is ajar, and the rain is heavy in the south, and this kind of hut adopts the shape of a stilted building. The materials of the house are made of local materials, mainly supporting the pillars, using strong and insect-resistant whole wood, and the rest of the bamboo soaked in tung oil.

Although this stilted cottage may look a little plain, take a closer look at the details of the cottage's construction and daily life. You can see the care of the people who live here for this cottage.

Beneath the stilted building lived a few half-sized flower-noodle pigs, humming and chirping on the grass on the ground. There was a creaking and rhythmic sound in the house, which was the sound of a loom, and the beat of the drums was the movement of the woman in the house on the loom.

Wei Flail was temporarily left in the carriage, and Biao Ye was also left in the carriage. His physiognomy doesn't look easy to mess with, and it's easy to frighten the owner of this room, and it's more appropriate to negotiate this kind of thing, or a sleek and fairy white fat man. The main thing is that they are afraid of irritating these "people" and causing any trouble.

Their purpose was to stay here for one night, and they didn't want to make any extrasistine trouble.

The white fat man adjusted his expression outside the house, squeezed out a kind smile, and wiped the mud from his face slightly with his sleeve.

He knocked softly on the door of the hidden house and shouted inside, "Is this owner at home?" ”

The rhythm of the creaking loom suddenly stopped, and a somewhat old woman spoke from inside the room: "Who? What are you doing here? With two faint coughs, it is not difficult to tell that the speaker in the room is feeling unwell.

"Hello old man, we are from other towns to Jian'an City to look for relatives, it's getting dark, I want to borrow a night, I want to ask you to make it convenient." The white fat man changed his tone, and the words that came out of his mouth seemed to have a different taste, which was clearly distinguishable from the old dialect of Modri.

"What?" The old man's voice was elongated, and her ears seemed to be not very good, and she had a great time speaking.

The white fat man was a little anxious, but he still resisted the urge of the dove to occupy the magpie's nest, and repeated the words again in a good voice. He wanted to use a more direct and simple method to achieve his goals. However, Biao Ye would definitely not agree, and before getting out of the car, Biao Ye told him to try not to conflict with the other side.

Tread, trample......

The sound of unhurried footsteps, the sound that probably only exists in the memory of older Modri people—the characteristic mille-feuille shoes rubbing against the bamboo floor. The white fat man first smelled a peculiar sour smell, like a compound smell of sweat and something.

At this time, he finally saw the true face of the house evaluation, an old woman with skin as old as tree bark, and her eyes were cloudy, like a chaos. The white fat man waved his hand and shook it in front of the old man's eyes, she was unaware of all this.

The white fat man was basically sure that the old man's eyes couldn't see, and then he covered his mouth and nose and said, "Old man, please make it convenient, my three brothers came to Jian'an Province, and they traveled a long way, and the road was difficult, so they finally came here." ”

The old woman's cloudy eyes should have a cataract-like disease, although the eyes could not see, but the white fat man felt that the two grounded glass-like eyes had been staring at him.

The old woman reached out to touch the white fat man's hand, although the white fat man was very displeased, but he also endured it, and let the old hand that was full of calluses make a mess on his face. The dead skin in the old man's hand, like a blade, scratched across his face, rough and disgusting, reminiscent of a cold-blooded reptile - a snake.

The old woman was just on crutches at the door, and she didn't mean to speak. When the white fat man was a little impatient, the old woman said leisurely: "Come in and sit, the visitor is a guest." Coarse tea and light rice, forgive inconsiderate greetings. ”

"Old man, you live here alone?" The white fat man deliberately found out the details of this old woman and grasped the existing information, which was of great significance to their next actions.

The old woman fumbled and sat back in front of the loom, not at all wary of the stranger who had suddenly broken into her house—it really shouldn't be, why wasn't she wary at all?

In this era, there are many people who fall into the country, and when this barren mountain and wild mountain is unlucky, there should also be robbers who are hungry and eat and rob this dilapidated mountain and wild family. If people are hungry and red-eyed, they won't care whether the steamed buns you give are one or two, or three or two, what can fill their stomachs is good steamed buns!

Not only did the old woman not slow to start weaving again, she seemed to have stiff hands and feet, but her weaving movements were incredibly flexible.

She uses a shuttle needle to pierce the leaves with flying flowers, and she is comfortable in the rows of lines. This kind of craftsmanship that can be amazing in modern times is very common in ancient times.

The old woman said, "I have a son, he is not very at home during the day, he has to help his father, and he usually comes back at night, you can sit casually." The movements of her hands did not stop: "You can also see that my old woman's eyes are not bright, so you can take care of yourself." ”

"Where, where, thanks to your willingness to take in the three of us brothers to spend the night." The white fat man said flattering words, and his eyes kept looking at the back room.

The furnishings in the house are very simple, most of them are bamboo furniture, and the production process is very rough, and it should be done by the owner's own hands. This situation was very common in ancient times, when the countryside was too remote from the town, and ordinary people were reluctant to pay for carpenters to work.

A few black strips of smoked meat hung from the beams, there was no fire in the stove, and a few half-lit firewood were buried in a layer of ash. On the walls hung tools such as bows and arrows, machetes, saws, and a few animal skins, none of which looked like they were of much value. This is the scene of the hall, there are still a few rooms in the small building on stilts, and the white fat man has not had time to see it.

The old woman commanded again: "Enter the second room on the left side of the door, you can live first, and I will let the old man of my family sleep with my son for the night." “

The white fat man looked respectful and obedient, and said politely: "I'm really causing you trouble." "There was no shame on his face, he was as calm as a robot.

After making sure that there was nothing abnormal in the house, the white fat man walked out of the door and shouted to the outside: "Second brother, I have discussed with the master's family, and our three brothers can spend the night here!" ”

The white fat man spoke, but his hands were gesticulating, and he raised his hands and gestured at the same time—they had made an appointment in advance—meaning that there was no problem. Biao Ye nodded, and also cooperated with the white fat man and shouted, "Okay, let's come over immediately." "He is speaking the authentic official language of the Unified Heavenly Pivot Kingdom, which is an out-and-out foreign dialect in the eyes of the Xi Dynasty.

Wei Flail was carried on his shoulders like a dead dog, and the movement of the two of them walking into the house was heard by the old woman. She stopped weaving and said, "Is one of your brothers sick?" She continued with some eagerness: "I know some tricks of disambiguation, you do as I instruct, get him some herbal decoction water to drink, he will get better soon." ”

The white fat man rejected the old man's offer, are you kidding?! He must be careful and careful when going out, he has no courage to guarantee that the old man will give them normal food.

Biao Ye roughly calculated the amount of food they carried, and there were more compressed biscuits and chocolate, although there was no cooked food to make oil and water. But it's not a problem for three people to last for more than ten days, and there is no need to eat food from unknown sources. Water is a problem, and a full tank of water can only last them for three days. After three days, they will die of dehydration.

The white fat man talked to the old woman weaving a few more idle words, and after a little noise, he came to the room that had been arranged for them.

Biao Ye threw Wei on his shoulder, like a sack full of dry goods on the side of the street.

Mobile phones and other electronic devices have failed, and several pieces of anti-watch watch have also stayed half-dead at four o'clock.

Wei Flai's mouth was already cracked, worried that Wei Flail was dying of thirst, Biao Ye took the lid of the kettle to fill the water, and the white fat man supported Wei Flai, broke Wei Flai's mouth open, and poured it into his mouth little by little. Fortunately, Wei Flail retained the instinct to swallow, and when he felt the cool liquid in his mouth, his throat consciously completed the action of swallowing.

The rooms on stilts have no doors, they are all covered by a matte linen curtain, and there are only a few small windows in the room that are breathable, and the floor is nailed tightly. The stench of the livestock downstairs did not reach Biao Ye and the white fat man. There was firewood burning in the house, and the heat gathered together, and the temperature was much warmer than outside, and there was only one futon in the room.

Biao Ye and the white fat man also brought up their backpacks, they had sleeping bags, and the bed and bedding were left for the only "patient" - Wei Flai. The rhythm of the loom outside suddenly stopped, and it was the sound of the thousand-layer soled cloth shoes coming into contact with the ground.

The cloudy old woman opened the curtain and walked in, and the white fat man and Biao Ye put their hands on the guy on the backpack respectively. If something is wrong, they will rise up and kill the old woman.

The old man hugged the two quilts, and her expression did not change at all, her eyes were indeed invisible, or her eyesight had deteriorated to a very serious extent.

The white fat man did not let his guard down, he asked pretendedly, "Old man, what are you doing here?" ”

"There are three of you, there is only one quilt in this room, it is definitely not enough, I will carry two quilts for you, and you will use it." The old woman said and put the futon on the bamboo table next to her.

The white fat man said gratefully: "That's really too much thank you, and we are still worried about how to warm up at night." ”

"Don't tight, don't tight......" said the old woman as she leaned against the wall and walked out.

The white fat man and Biao Ye let go of the blades in their hands, and they didn't want to touch the two quilts. People and things here, if possible, they want to avoid as much as possible.

The two have different considerations, because the white fat man has a serious concept of the kingdom of the Xi Dynasty, and people like them who wear "strange clothes" may be reported to the official and notified that the government officials of the Yamen will arrest them. And Biao Ye knows the nature of the creatures of the secret realm—always different from them—no matter how similar they are.

Some people are overly addicted to the secret world, and once lost themselves, forever lost in this world like a reflection.