Lao Zhong said that a shotgun is a shotgun, as long as it can be used.

That night, Lao Zhong took out the pot stove from the kitchen, and placed it in the middle of the living room to accompany us to a hot pot, full of wine and food, everyone talked about the world, chatted happily, known for so many years, I and Lao Zhong have long become friends of life and death who have nothing to talk about, his personality is very boring, in front of people I don't know, cherish words like gold, only in the face of me will talk eloquently.

Of course, the person who can talk to him the most is Ge Zhuang, the two of them are going to quarrel before they can say a word, I am used to it, listening to their yin and yang strange conversations, hurting each other, but I feel quite heartwarming.

Early the next morning, I originally planned to take Lao Zhong away early in the morning, but before Lao Zhong left, he wanted to go to the junior primary school where He Long's sister was studying, so the time was delayed until noon.

At about twelve o'clock in the afternoon, I accompanied him to the outside of the school, this time it was time for the child to get out of school, and I saw a tall, but slightly thin little girl walking from the playground dam and calling Uncle Zhong sweetly at the old bell.

Lao Zhong agreed, turned out his wallet, took out some living expenses for her, and said He Ya, Uncle Zhong is going to go on a long trip, maybe ten days and half a month or even longer, I can't take care of you, what about you, if you want to go back to your hometown on weekends, go back, if you don't want to go back to your hometown, live in a rental house, be careful alone, remember to lock the door at night, and be careful when using gas, you know?

The little girl smiled sweetly and said Uncle Zhong, I know. Then Lao Zhong remembered to introduce us to us, rubbed He Ya's head, and said that this was He Long's sister.

He Long...... This name sounds a little unfamiliar to me now, but I have never forgotten the little soldier who fought to the last moment with the group of foreign mercenaries under the Niuzigou tomb in order to cover our retreat.

Ge Zhuang and I both owe him a favor, looking at the little girl in front of me, the fat man and I squatted down, winked at her and said hello, the fat man took some snacks for her, the little girl was afraid of life, and hid behind the old clock. Lao Zhong said don't be afraid, these two are good friends of Uncle Zhong and your brother's "comrades-in-arms".

The little girl took the candy from Ge Zhuang's hand, and continued to be tired of the old bell for a while, and the old bell urged her to go to the canteen to eat. The little girl smiled and agreed, and ran away again.

I looked at He Ya's back, and I was embarrassed, saying that He Long's sister was also quite pitiful. Lao Zhong said yes, her family is an old lady who suffers from asthma, Xiaoya is very sensible, at first she refused to come out with me, she was afraid of life, and her personality was autistic, but now it is much better.

Ge Zhuang said Okay Lao Zhong, this time I got the benefits, my brother let you take the lion's head, it can be regarded as doing a little bit for He Long, I and the little pumpkin owe him a favor.

After a casual meal outside at noon, we quickly bought tickets and stepped into the car. In 01, the railway traffic was not good, Ge Zhuang and I were fed up with the smell of squeezing the train, it was dirty and smelly, and there was the smell of instant noodles mixed with foot sweat everywhere, and now the conditions are a little better, so we decided to make a car.

At that time, the Sichuan-Chongqing Expressway had not yet been connected, we took the provincial highway traffic, and the car drove slowly, and it took a whole night to reach Chengdu.

Arrived at Chengdu Station, it was already three o'clock in the morning when I got off the train, I and Lao Zhong were going to inquire about when the bus to Dujiangyan was there, Ge Zhuang said that you are in a hurry, you can't lose things there, I have long heard that Chengdu is the "land of abundance", there are a lot of food and fun, let's finally come to a trip, how about finding a place to have fun first?

The old bell doesn't matter, I can't resist the fat man's soft grinding and hard bubbles, so I had to agree, first find a guest house to live in, go to the Wuhou Temple, Kuanzhai Alley and other famous places, and find that there are a lot of tourists, and people come and go.

Ge Zhuang took me and Lao Zhong to eat all over the street, the most serious Sichuan cuisine is to Chengdu as the birthplace, as for Chongqing's practice, it basically belongs to the category of "Jianghu cuisine", and it is not so particular about the materials used by Chengdu people, so the characteristics of the dishes are also different.

After two days of playing in the city, eating enough, and playing enough, the fat man reluctantly accompanied us to withdraw from the room, and took a car to Qingcheng Mountain, Jiezi Ancient Town, and two days of delay, to the fifth day we officially embarked on the trip to Dujiangyan.

Dujiangyan belongs to the county-level city under the management of Chengdu City, and also belongs to the scope of Chengdu, and is not too far from Qingcheng Mountain, we rented a second-hand off-road vehicle, first drove into Dujiangyan City, after getting off here, and went to the antique market, want to try your luck, to see if you can find any good goods.

It's a pity that the antique market here in Dujiangyan is not very prosperous, the streets are scattered, but there are a few stalls claiming to sell antique vendors, I knocked with Ge Zhuang in the past, all of them are inferior fakes, and the counterfeiting process is also special, there is nothing that can be done, so I gave up the plan to continue to search.

There is a guest house near the antique street, we are tired of shopping, so we go in and open two rooms, intending to sleep refreshmently, and set off tomorrow morning to find the address left by the old man Zhang.

When I paid the deposit, I mentioned it casually and asked the owner of the guest house if he knew about "Marizi Town", and the boss said that he didn't know, and it didn't seem to have such a place name.

I muttered to myself, secretly doubting that the address left by Old Man Zhang for me should be fake, but when I turned around, I saw a guy with a leprosy sores on his head walking towards me, and said to me very politely, "Little brother, what are you doing in Malizi Town?" ”

I said, oh, I met a friend over there, and I plan to visit it, why are you familiar with it, brother? He said that he couldn't be more familiar, Malizi Town is where he grew up from childhood to adulthood, and it is very close to the head of Dujiangyan Dam, if you ask others, others may not be able to know. When Li Bing led the Dujiangyan water conservancy project, he also went to live there for a period of time, and there was a stone bridge in Malizi Town, which was built to thank Li Bing for his achievements in guiding water conservancy, and an old temple was built next to it to commemorate him.

I'm new to the city, I don't know the road, he told him the head, even if the old brother is free, if you are free, you might as well follow us as a guide, we went to Malizi Town and have to go to the countryside, buddy is new to the city, hire a guide can also take a lot of detours.

This leper squinted at me and said that it is inconvenient to take a step to speak? I followed him directly to the guest house where there was no one and sat down, he saluted me first, and said Little brother, I don't think you are people looking for a visitor, you should go to Marizi Town for something else, right?

I "chuckled" in my heart, but I was very calm on the surface, saying that my brother's eyes are very poisonous, looking at your dress, you should have been promoted and made a fortune, right?

The reason why I can tell at a glance that the other party is a colleague is mainly because this person's fingers are covered with black dirt, and there is a very obvious earthy smell.

This kind of dirt is not caused by not washing the nails for a long time, but the "black sand" that goes down to the grave, and is soaked in corpse gas, and no matter how you cut your nails, it will grow this kind of blackened dirt. Generally, the old Tufuzi is like this, and the nails can never be cleaned.