"Right away, right away." The village chief looked at Professor Liu, and after seeing him nodding, he said, "Let's go, let's go." There is a road from the village on that hill, and the villagers have recently been mobilized to build a simple road, and your car chassis is high, so it should be no problem in the past. ”

A whole convoy under the leadership of the village chief marched towards the dirt road east of Hanjiazhuang, the dirt road was crooked, it was difficult to walk, and it took more than half an hour to reach the ground.

Zhang Li and his grandfather looked over from the threshing truck, and the mountain was in the shape of buns, the slope was not steep, and the area was not very large. The difficulty of clearing the wasteland is not high, and if the machinery and manpower are added, it can be done in three days if it goes well. There is still a reason why Sanwa is popular in the threshing team, and he ran to the mountains first to look at the terrain and vegetation.

After all, although the threshing team went to various places to thresh, they also had a lot of experience in helping people open up wasteland during the slack time. The blades used for clearing and threshing are different, and there are also very strict requirements for the condition of vegetation in the wasteland.

Where there are large trees, it is impossible to open up wasteland. However, this mountain, which looks like a bun, is obviously of the type that is easy to clear, and the largest vegetation in the mountain is only fragile half-man-tall shrubs. The strangest thing is that only this mountain has no obvious trees, and even the weeds appear to be malnourished.

In the mountains not far away, even if the soil quality is poor, the trees are very strong.

Grandpa also came to the foot of the mountain, grabbed a handful of his head and put it under his nose to take a look, and sniffed it with his nose, and couldn't help frowning.

Zhang Li blinked and asked, "Grandpa, you're acting weird again." ”

"Weird, weird." Grandpa's wrinkles on his face were almost wrinkled together: "This mountain is full of fine black soil, but it can't grow big trees, and even the grass is the cheapest soil penny." ”

"It may be that the alkalinity in the soil is too strong for the plants to grow." Zhang Li tried to explain with the knowledge he had learned in college.

"I don't think so." Grandpa shook his head: "And the soil around Hanjiazhuang is all red mud, only this mountain is black." It was as if the soil of the entire mountain had been transported from the Chengdu Plain, more than 100 miles away. ”

"How is it possible, who would spend so much manpower and material resources to transport Tuba to this poor country, it is simply full of food and support." Zhang Li disagreed.

"In ancient times, some powerful people did not have enough to eat?" Grandpa sprinkled the soil in his hand into the air, and as soon as the wind blew, the black soil in his hands fluttered and fell to the ground.

The soil fell on the penny, and when it was illuminated by the dazzling eyes, it reflected a strange pitch-black luster.

Professor Liu gestured with the village chief, then took out a compass-like object and measured it everywhere. He looked at this mountain with a serious and extremely serious gaze, for fear of measuring a centimeter wrong.

Grandpa looked at him secretly and didn't speak all day. The threshing team set up the tent under the mountain bag, and Sanwa relayed the request conveyed by the village chief, then looked at her grandfather and motioned for him to give an order.

The deposit has been collected, and the transaction must be continued, otherwise the reputation of this business will be ruined. Grandpa sighed helplessly and shouted to everyone: "Tomorrow I will start the machine and prepare for harvesting." ”

He knocked on his tobacco pouch and returned to the tent without eating. Zhang Li put a box of meals on the threshing cart that served as the kitchen and brought it to his grandfather.

I saw my grandfather sitting on the bed, flipping through an old yellowed book.

"What is this?" He asked curiously. Zhang Li has seen this book countless times since he was a child, but every time he asked, his grandfather didn't answer.

This time, it was not inside or outside, grandpa put it away, looked at the fiery red sunset that was gradually burning in the sky, and was silent.

That night, a thick mist like the old man's yellow phlegm spread somewhere near Hanjiazhuang......

At some point, a yellow mist lingered around Baozi Mountain. The thin layer of fog is difficult to see clearly with the naked eye, and the cover of the night makes it even more unnoticeable.

The mist crossed the mountain bag and turned into the tents at the foot of the mountain, enveloping everyone.

In the tent, grandpa didn't fall asleep all night, he tossed and turned, so that Zhang Li, who had been sleeping very deeply, also lost sleep.

"Grandpa, can't you stop for a while?" Zhang Li scratched his head to prop up his upper body from the board bed and said dissatisfied. He opened the mosquito net and looked at the world outside the tent, it was already late, except for the bright moon that was barely illuminating the outside world.

The Baozi Mountain not far away is hazy, like a veil covered with fog, obviously close at hand, but it can't be seen clearly anyway.

This makes everything on the mountain even more mysterious.

"Li'er, I walked around the village yesterday and inquired. But there are some things to say, and you have to say that I am old stubborn and old feudal. Grandpa sighed.

Zhang Li muttered: "Say, if you don't finish your old words, I don't want to sleep all night." ”

Grandpa touched his beard: "Do you know what the locals call the Baozi Mountain that Village Chief Zhang asked us to open?" ”

Zhang Li shook his head, although he was young, he didn't have much curiosity. I don't have much ideals in this life, I'm afraid this guy's biggest wish is to find a beautiful wife, get married and have children, and leave the threshing team that has no memories.

"Locals call this place the Buwet Mountain. Legend has it that the black soil on this mountain is never wet with water, and no matter how much rain it takes, the water seeps into the mud and quickly disappears without a trace. And the surface layer of the soil was blown by the wind and dried out again. Grandpa said slowly: "For thousands of years, many people have opened up a wasteland on this mountain and want to grow crops, but no food crops can last until they are leafy. If the crops are planted, they will wither and yellow the next day, and they will die on the third day. It's weird. ”

"It must be poisonous in the soil." Zhang Li said without thinking.

"Yes, I guess so." Grandpa frowned: "But how can a good black soil be poisonous?" Artificial, or ......"

"There are a lot of poisonous places in nature, and there's nothing to make a fuss about." Zhang Li replied lazily.

"Your grandfather and I have eaten more salt than you drink, I think this realm is not simple." Grandpa also looked out from the open tent vent, only a few dozen meters away from Baozi Mountain, no matter what, but the strange thing is that several peaks in Kunshan, more than ten kilometers away, can faintly see the silhouette under the reflection of the moonlight.

Grandpa's eyes flickered, and he couldn't figure out whether he should use this incident to smash the reputation of the sixth and third children in the threshing team, or whether he should arrange a public opinion and order to leave this strange place that made him suspicious.

"I've been frowning a lot lately, I'm afraid something bad will happen." Grandpa withdrew his gaze and was silent for a long time.

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