Wang Xijia had played with his mobile phone all night before, so he knew the sky at various times of the night. Now, judging from his own experience, it should be 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning, the darkest hour before dawn.

The sky was full of stars, and there was not the slightest sign that the sun was about to come out. The two began to walk along a small river outside the village towards the distant mountains and forests. The river is exceptionally clear and is the source of water for the villagers to wash their clothes, and the bottom of the river is covered with huge white pebbles, like a prehistoric giant egg.

Listening to the sound of gurgling water, Wang Xika suddenly asked Peng Lianhu: "Lianhu, what is the name of our village?"

"Master, no matter how stupid I am, I still know the name of our village, don't insult me with this kind of question. ”

"Less nonsense, talk fast. ”

"Of course, it's called Shanghekou Village. ”

Wang Xijia was slightly disappointed when he heard this ordinary name, he originally thought that it would be called "Hemudu" and other culturally rich names, but it turned out to be Shanghekou, which is estimated to be hundreds of names in the world.

"How about we change the name of this village?"

"What do you want to change it to?"

"Macondo. ”

Macondo is the name of a famous hamlet in a modern novel, and many interesting things have happened in this village. Peng Lianhu didn't care about changing the name of the village, but Wang Xijia regretted it as he walked. Because in that novel, Macondo is a cursed village that will eventually be blown away by a hurricane.

"Forget it, it's still not called Macondo, just call it the estuary. Wang Xika said.

"Well, I also think the original name is good, and there are not many horses in our village. Peng Lianhu said perfunctorily as he walked. He really didn't care much about the name, and just walked forward with all his strength.

The two walked along the riverbed for a while, and instead of the soft earth and hard pebbles under their feet, they turned into green grass. The plants in front of him also changed from reeds to low shrubs, and after walking for a while, the shrubs were gone, surrounded by tall trees, Wang Xika knew that he had entered the mountain.

Peng Lianhu took out a black cloth, asked Wang Xika to cover his mouth and nose, and said, "We are now in the downwind, and the animals can smell us, so they have to cover up our smell." It would be nice to get to the upwind in a moment."

If in martial arts and basketball, Wang Xika is Peng Lianhu's teacher, then in hunting, Peng Lianhu is enough to be Wang Xijia's master. Regarding Peng Lianhu's request, Wang Xika naturally obeyed his words. He obediently covered the black cloth, tightly grasped the steel fork in his hand, and followed Peng Lianhu's footprints step by step.

I saw Peng Lianhu suddenly jump a few steps, walked to the bottom of a tree, and picked up an arm-thick branch casually, just like that, "bang!" A fawn-like animal fell down in response. Wang Xijia didn't find such an animal nearby before, he only felt that Peng Lianhu had conjured such a prey out of thin air like magic, and it seemed that there were still many places to learn from Peng Lianhu in terms of hunting.

"It's a stupid roe deer, and we'll go to the mountains and slaughter it in a while. Peng Lianhu said as he carried the animal, which weighed about one or two hundred pounds, on his shoulder, with a relaxed expression, as if he was carrying a bag of cotton. At this time, the sky had begun to dawn, and Wang Xijia estimated that it should be 5 or 6 o'clock in the morning, and the birds began to sing in the mountains, and dew began to hang on the grass tips on the ground, and it seemed that the whole forest was about to wake up.

At this time, the two of them heard the sound of water again, and there was a mountain forest river nearby, which seemed to be the source or upstream of the river in the village. With Wang Xijia's clumsy eyesight, he also found a lot of animals in the forest. He saw hedgehogs on the ground, hares jumping in the woods, squirrels running in the trees, and flocks of birds in the woods.

"Our ecological environment is really good. Wang Xijia said to Peng Lianhu.

After not getting a response for a long time, Wang Xika raised his eyes and saw that Peng Lianhu, who had just walked in front, did not know when he had disappeared.

"Lianhu! Lianhu! Where are you?"

Still no response.

Now Wang Xika is a little flustered, he is a bit of a road idiot, and his sense of direction is not very good. If Peng Lianhu hadn't led the way, he really wouldn't have the confidence to walk back to the village.

At this moment, the knowledge I learned in nature class when I was a child suddenly came to my mind. How do you get your way in the forest? He vaguely remembered that he could determine north and south by looking at the rings of trees and the density of their crowns. However, the surrounding trees all looked similar, there was no direction with a particularly dense crown, and there were no growth rings to look at. And even if there were, Wang Xika had forgotten whether the side with a dense canopy was north, or the side with a full canopy was north, and he didn't know whether his village was north or south. Wang Xijia hesitated to turn around and go back the way he came, maybe he could walk back, or he could walk along the water on the mountain, and when he reached the ground, he could find his way home along the river.

Just thinking about it, Peng Lianhu suddenly came out of nowhere and beckoned to Wang Xijia. Wang Xika ran over and found that there was a small cave in the bushes by the river, and the entrance of the cave was padded with some hay to prevent moisture, and there were some tables, chairs, benches, pots and pans in the cave, and even a bed was built with earth. It seems that this is a shared cave used by the nearby mountain people for hunting, and Peng Lianhu is squatting at the entrance of the cave to cut the skin and flesh of the roe deer.

I don't know why, after walking into this cave, Wang Xijia actually had a warm feeling in his heart, as if he had returned to his hometown after a long absence. He remembered that humans had lived in caves for a long time in their evolution, and perhaps that was why he felt so close to them.

"What's the name of this cave?" asked Wang Xijia.

"The cave is called Dongbei, what is the name?" Peng Lianhu replied casually while cleaning up the roe deer.

"Why don't we give this cave a name? Call it Water Curtain Cave, Pansi Cave, or Batu Cave. ”

"Okay, you can call it whatever you like, Master, I find that you seem to be very good at naming names. When Wang Xika heard this, he suddenly felt ashamed - how could he name it? These names are all names in "Journey to the West". If the cave is on the top of the mountain, it can be called the "Cave on the Peak", so that future generations will think that they are cave people when they find traces of human beings, but this cave is not on the top of the mountain. We might as well call it "eating holes" when we eat meat here? But it sounds a little weird. I heard that the immortals in ancient times had their own caves, so why not call them the Immortal Cave?

Before Wang Xika could think of the name of the cave, he saw that Peng Lianhu had broken down the roe deer into large pieces of meat and threaded them with skewers, which looked like they were going to be used for barbecue. As soon as he thought of barbecue, Wang Xika had a conditioned reflex, and the large and small salivary glands in the mouth instantly secreted a large amount of saliva, which involuntarily left from the corners of his mouth.

I saw that Peng Lianhu had dressed the meat, but he was not in a hurry to roast it, but grabbed a handful of salt, wiped the meat evenly, and then dried it in the hole. Peng Lianhu knocked the fish out with a wooden stick, used a knife brush to remove the scales of the fish, picked the fish gall bladder and put it in a basin to cook.

"Let's eat this fish today, the roe deer meat should be salted and grilled for a while before it tastes good, and it is good to roast it at night." ”

"Okay, it's up to you. ”

This Peng Lianhu, usually he only thinks he is stupid and stunned, who knows that entering the mountain is like a different person, agile and thoughtful, but Wang Xika seems to be a burden who doesn't understand anything. Looking at Peng Lianhu's heroic hunting, Wang Xika couldn't help but think that only an ancient person like Peng Lianhu could be called the king of beasts and the spirit of all things. I have lived in modern society for too long, and I have long forgotten the skills of living in the jungle in the early days of human evolution.

Peng Lianhu's cooked fish is the best fish Wang Xijia has ever eaten in his life, although the seasoning is only salt, but the meat of this fish itself is very fresh, and there is no need for any seasoning. Wang Xijia drank all the soup dry, thinking to himself that perhaps the choice of ingredients was more important than cooking skills. Only ordinary ingredients require complex cooking skills, and the simpler the cooking method of top-quality ingredients, the better it tastes.