The nanny aunt is not a leopard in the tube, but a leaf knows the autumn. Maybe this is a person's cultivation to become a refinement, right?

Luo Yuanhao felt that he needed to learn from him.

After Luo Yuanhao went home, he only stayed for two days, and then he was ready to go to the airport. The little cow was handed over to Zhang Meili to take care of.

It also seems that he has a wild temperament, and he never remembered that there was such a thing as going to school.

Interestingly, Zhang Wei finally decided to set off with Luo Yuanhao. It's just that because there is a temporary delay, we can't set off at the same time, and it will be a few days late.

Shanxi is the only province in the country with five mountains, five towns and four famous Buddhist mountains.

It's a pity that Luo Yuanhao can't go to any of these places. And you can collect money by enclosing a place, which loses the original taste for Luo Yuanhao. Not to mention all kinds of commercial buildings and garbage all over the ground, it will be very disgusting.

In the group of small inventions in the countryside, a real ink fountain line has appeared. This in itself is not unusual. The strange thing is that the one-eyed old carpenter, their ancestors made coffins, and this ink fountain line has been used for many years, maybe they have saved a lot of righteousness.

Luo Yuanhao lost the peachwood sword, and his heart was always a little unsteady. There is nothing to do with the town scene, and he is not very relieved.

Luo Yuanhao never drew the talisman that could be hung like a flag sail, and for some reason, he couldn't draw it in one breath anymore. The original talisman had gradually lost its effectiveness, and he continued to draw it with Qi, but there was no effect.

If there is no this, even if the carved suppression scroll is suppressed, it may not be able to play much role, and the zombies in the secret base will be unable to suppress it sooner or later. If this ink fountain line really works, then it completely cures these problems.

Since this ink fountain line was handed down from the ancestors, and according to the old carpenter, it took sixty or seventy years. It may be possible to cultivate a righteous spirit.

The old carpenter can't make video calls, and he doesn't know how to express delivery, so Luo Yuanhao can only go to the door to find it.

Get off the plane, take a bus, take a black car, and go all the way. Finally, after twenty miles of muddy mountain roads, I was almost at the village.

The village is about a thousand meters above sea level, and when the climate is humid, the whole mountain range and the village are shrouded in clouds and mist, and nothing can be seen. At first, I felt like I had come to a fairyland, but after watching it for a long time, I just felt that it was really tiring to walk on the mountain road.

Walking on the mountain road that was so narrow that only one person was allowed to pass, Luo Yuanhao stopped at a fork in the road. This is on the slope of the mountain, and Luo Yuanhao suspected more than once that he had lost his way and walked to a place where there was no village in front of him and no store in the back. If it weren't for the occasional birdsong of animals, Luo Yuanhao would almost have thought that this was a dead mountain.

Standing on the mountain road with an inclination of more than 60 degrees, Luo Yuanhao had a smile on his face because of a puff of cooking smoke coming out of front of him.

When we arrived at the village, it was time to eat.

Luo Yuanhao didn't feel hungry, so he went directly into the village to inquire, it turned out that there were only less than ten old people in the whole village, fortunately, Mandarin was basically able to communicate, only to know that the old carpenter lived in isolation and settled in the upper position of the village. Luo Yuanhao climbed a high slope and looked down condescendingly, with the village's drying field as the center, the old carpenter's home was really built on the position of gossip.

Although he didn't know the purpose of building a house like this, Luo Yuanhao was still full of expectations and came to the old carpenter's house.

The old carpenter took out the ink fountain wire a little shyly and put it on the dining table.

Luo Yuanhao went up to look at things, and then asked the old carpenter for ink again. The old carpenter rummaged around in his old and dilapidated home, and finally found two jars next to the stove, saying that they would be ready to use with a little water.

Then two people who are not good at communicating, go straight to each other, negotiate a mutually acceptable 500 yuan, pay cash directly, these things are placed, and they will rot after a long time, and they will be worthless at that time, and they can be sold at this price, and the old carpenter seems to be in a good mood.

Luo Yuanhao refused the old carpenter's invitation to lunch, took out the jerky, and left very simply while eating.

This ink fountain line actually has no value of 500 yuan. But in the era when coffins were still needed, five hundred yuan was not enough, including inflation. It is a handmade rocker arm, without a little metal material, but it is very active and easy to use, just this alone, it can also be regarded as a handicraft.

With this thing in hand, Luo Yuanhao immediately went down the mountain.

Fortunately, the road is familiar, and it is downhill, it took less than half the time, it has come to a larger village at the foot of the mountain, there is a stone road that can be driven, call a car to go to the city, take a bus directly to the railway station, take the train to Binzhou City, Shaanxi.

All the way, to Binzhou City, at this time, Zhang Wei also rushed over, the two of them rushed to Binzhou City almost at the same time, after the convergence, and went to Daozi Mountain, but after arriving, they called, and they were told that their whole family was in the town, did not live on the mountain.

Zhang Wei said that they were not trustworthy, and they all said that they would meet on the mountain, but they turned out to be foolish.

However, the place to play rock-paper-scissors with the mirror is here, Luo Yuanhao and Zhang Wei worked tirelessly to find their home, but Luo Yuanhao did not find anything.

Zhang Wei has been filming though

I had to go down the mountain again, who knows, there is still a thin layer of snow on the mountain here, and there are actually insects, which infected Luo Yuanhao's back of the neck. Dragged down his clothes and looked at it, Luo Yuanhao actually had it all over his body, and there were dozens of wounds like mosquito bites!

Zhang Wei himself was in a hurry, and he also took off his clothes to see, but there was none.

"Why just bite me?"

"Could it be that the pimples are growing on your body?" Zhang Wei asked with some confusion.

However, he knew his own affairs, and Luo Yuanhao obviously felt that the wound was not big, but the infection was terrifying, which actually made him gradually weak, and he felt a little like vomiting and sleeping.

It would take me five or six hours to go down the mountain to the hospital, and in desperation, following the instructions of the locals, they continued west to find a barefoot doctor.

Zhang Wei was afraid that the barefoot doctor would be unreliable, so he had already quietly taken pictures in advance and photographed the entire village. And this village is lined with telephone poles along the road, on which sparrows that can be seen all over the world are parked, comfortably basking in the sun.

Every time Luo Yuanhao walked the distance of a telephone pole, he had to stop and rest.

"Big brother, I'm live broadcasting, don't act so weak......" Zhang Wei said very quietly.

Luo Yuanhao said: "I feel a little wrong, in winter, there are no insects, right?" ”

"There are. Life can be present in the lava. ”

"That's my own problem." As he spoke, he struggled to begin to gasp, "I feel like Tarzan is overpowered, and I'm almost out of breath." ”

Seeing this, Zhang Wei looked at the entrance of the village again and said, "The village is in front, and if you hold it, it will be five hundred meters away." You see, there's a big road behind their village, and if the barefoot doctor can't do it, he can get a tractor to pull us down. Alas, there are cars in their village, alas, there are cars. ”

Just as Zhang Wei looked at the village, Luo Yuanhao stood up with a telephone pole and continued to walk forward.

Zhang Wei followed behind Luo Yuanhao, and then immediately took out his mobile phone to inquire to see if Luo Yuanhao's condition was altitude sickness or the sequelae of surgery.

After following a few steps, Zhang Wei hurriedly stepped forward to help, and dragged him to the barefoot doctor's place.

The barefoot doctor said that he could treat it simply, and he couldn't diagnose Luo Yuanhao's condition, so he had to rush to the hospital. He immediately called a private car and sent it to the county seat.

After getting out of the car, Luo Yuanhao felt that uncomfortable feeling, not from the body, but from the heart, and he felt that a big disaster was coming. There is not much difference between people in mountains and towns.