Autumn, the ripening season.

Near Mount Qingcheng in Lianhai City is a hilly terraced area, and large areas of rice are planted in the fields.

The yellow rice gently undulates in the wind, from top to bottom, like golden scarves around the hilly slopes.

Rice is the first to ripen in the south-facing sunny area of the hillside, and farmers are already harvesting their own paddy fields.

Because of the steep terrain of the terraces, large mechanical harvesters cannot enter the terraces, and can only use the most primitive manual harvesting.

Early in the morning, the sun rises and the mist lifts.

There are a few small villages in the middle of the hilly terraces, and the smoke rises and dissipates in the villages.

After breakfast, the villagers walked to their terraced fields with sickles.

On the path between the terraced fields, there is a fashionably dressed young man, with a camera around his neck and a long tripod in his hand, all the way to the top of the hill.

The young man was out of place with the surrounding villagers' attire.

The villagers were hospitable, and it was rare to see strangers from outside the village wandering around the village during the season, and the young man was holding a long-lens camera.

A curious villager stepped forward to talk to the young man, "Young man, where are you going?" ”

"Go to the top of the mountain and find a suitable spot and take a panoramic view of this terraced field, the scenery here is so beautiful."

Some people praised the beautiful scenery here, the villagers were very happy, and they talked to the young people endlessly, "Young man, you really have a vision, we are here at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, and several small hills around belong to part of the Qingcheng Mountain Range, which was changed to terraces in our ancestors, and the rice here is the only one in the whole Lianhai City, it is delicious, not only the rice is delicious and the scenery is beautiful, especially in the autumn season, you came at the right time." ”

The young man looked at the simple smiling faces of the villagers, and suddenly on a whim, he picked up his camera and asked the villagers next to him, "Can I take a picture of you?" Standing right here, with the terraced fields behind you as the background, the result must be good. ”

The villagers were very happy, "Okay, it's okay to take pictures, but not too long, we still have to rush to harvest the rice." ”

"It won't take long, just two or three minutes."

The villagers stood on the ground and gathered, and the young man took a few pictures with the long-lens camera in his hand.

After that, the young man said, "Thank you, you can get busy, I'll stand here and take a few pictures of you working in the fields, you don't have to worry about me, just go and do it yourself, I'll go to the top of the mountain after taking pictures, and I'll wash the photos and give them to you when I have the opportunity to come next time." ”

The villagers scattered, went into their fields and began to bend down to harvest rice, and from time to time they looked up at the young man standing on the path by the field, who was taking pictures everywhere with his camera.

In the eyes of young people, the rice fields and the villagers are landscapes.

In the eyes of the villagers, young people are also an unexpected landscape.

Suddenly, a villager in the terraced fields shouted, "Hurry up, there's another big vole, catch it, don't let it run, these guys have broken a lot of my rice." ”

Villagers trotted over from the surrounding rice paddies when they heard the shouts, and young people pointed their cameras at the crowd.

A large gray vole sprang out of the rice field and ran wildly along the gap at the edge of the rice field.

"Hurry up, stop the front, there's a rat hole over there, don't let it get into it."

Someone intercepted the mouse's way, and the mouse panicked, turned around and ran to the side.

Suddenly, a scythe flew into the air, and the head of the scythe plunged straight into the abdomen of the big mouse, and blood splattered on the spot.

Several villagers gathered around the vole, and some people sighed, "Old Litou, your ability to beat mice with a sickle is really amazing." ”

"It just so happened that I was the closest to this mouse, and I threw the sickle, but I didn't expect to hit it in the middle."

"Kill another one, bury it quickly, and when you have free time, get some rat poison at the mouth of the rat hole, there are too many wild mice this year, my dog comes to the field with me, and I can catch a few every day."

"Yes, my dog too, I originally wanted to get some rat poison dipped in some steamed buns and put it around the mouse hole, but I was afraid that my dog would eat rat poison by mistake, so I wanted to wait until the rice was harvested."

The young man approached the scene with a video camera and took a few pictures of the dead rats on the ground.

A villager asked him, "Young man, are you also interested in catching wild mice?" Look at how dirty the rats are, the intestines are all flowing out, don't you feel disgusted and scared? ”

The young man was not only not afraid, but also a little excited, and said while taking pictures, "This is also part of your labor, I haven't seen catching a mouse before, I didn't expect it to be quite thrilling, what are you going to do with this dead mouse?" ”

"Dig a pit and bury it in the ground, it eats so much of our rice, and now it's going to make it into fertilizer."

The villagers dug a shallow pit in the rice field, threw the dead rat's tail into the pit with their hands, and buried it with the soil, like applying fertilizer.

After disposing of the dead rats, the villagers rubbed the blood on their sickles with dirt and went back to cutting the rice.

The villagers dispersed, and the young man took a few more pictures of the surrounding scenery, after which, walking along the sheep intestine path between the terraced fields to the top of the mountain, he placed a triangular bracket on the top of the mountain and took a 360-degree view of the surrounding scenery until the sun rose high and the weather became hot, and the young man came down from the top of the mountain.

At this time, the villagers also finished work and went back to the village for lunch, although it was autumn, it was still a little hot at noon, and the villagers would take a short nap and continue to work in the afternoon when the sun was not too hot.

A few days later.

When the young man returned to the city, he was going to pick out a few photos he had taken around Qingcheng Mountain in the past few days and wash them out for next month's photo contest, and several of the photos of the villagers reminded him of a promise to give them the washed photos.

There are still a few photos of the folk scenery under Qingcheng Mountain in the photos, and the young people plan to take the opportunity to send the photos to the villagers, and go to the villagers' villages to collect wind and take more photos of the villagers' lives in the village, which is also a good material.

After washing the photos, the young man was ready to leave for the second day, but the young man fell ill that night.

He began to have a fever, and his temperature soared to 39.8 degrees Celsius at one point.

He felt cold, shivered, ached all over, his head hurt, and he didn't want to eat.

To make matters worse, he began to have a rash all over his body, with small dark red dots all over his body, one or two on his chest, back, belly, arms and legs, and even his face.

Although these rashes are not painful or itchy, and they can fade when pressed by hand, they are still very scary when they grow on the body.

The young man thought to himself, isn't he having a rash like a child again? But I have already had a rash when I was a child, can this rash come out a second time? Isn't it true that people who have a rash once will not have it again for the rest of their lives?

Young people can't figure out a lot of questions, but no matter what it is, they must be sick and can't go to Qingcheng Mountain tomorrow.

The young man took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, "Sister Jiahui, I'm sick, and I may have to change people in two days." ”

A gentle female voice came from the other side of the phone, "Xiao Zheng, are you sick?" What do you think? Is it serious? Do you want to go to the hospital? Don't worry about the work, I'll let the agent arrange it. ”