Du Kang said that the life of the old Yang family is not easy, and this time we went, he couldn't come up with anything to entertain us.

While Du Kang was talking, the second master kept looking ahead, acting as if he hadn't heard anything.

The mountain road is difficult, and there are people on motorbikes passing by on the way, and when they see us, they all seem to open their mouths to speak, but everyone wants to stop talking.

I asked Gai Dong, "What's the matter with these people?" ”

Gai Dong didn't seem to expect me to take the initiative to talk to him, he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said, "They can't pull us." ”

I was puzzled: "What do you mean?" ”

Gai Dong still just smiled: "You'll know later." ”

Sure enough, twenty minutes later, a motorcycle came from opposite us, a small car, and there were five people sitting at the same time, and everyone was in large bags, and it seemed that they were going to go far away.

It wasn't until the people had gone far away that Gai Dong said to me: "This road can't be walked, so it's all up to this motorbike to transport the people out of the village and bring people from outside the village in." Master and I have also sat on the ten-mile mountain road, and it only costs three yuan per person, which is very cheap. ”

Only then did I know why those people who had just passed by wanted to stop talking, they probably wanted to ask us if we wanted to take a ride, but when they saw the size of the second master, they had no choice but to give up.

Being too big is sometimes not a good thing.

The first section of the ten-mile mountain road is relatively flat, and the further you go, the more difficult the road becomes, with potholes in some places and muddy in others.

Even though our journey wasn't slow, it still took us two hours to complete the journey.

The inconvenience of transportation doomed Yangchang Village to poverty. The whole village is built on the halfway of a mountain, the old wooden houses are scattered and disorderly, and a few old people with dry cigarettes sit at the entrance of the village, looking at the direction of the setting sun and chatting about something.

I didn't hear the specifics of their chat, but I thought that the dialect they used was very similar to the Sichuan dialect, as if there was a big difference in the pronunciation of a few words.

In the most inconspicuous corner of the village, there is a dilapidated house with a sunken roof, which is Lao Yang's home.

Walking along the village road, I saw a lot of bricks and tattered tarpaulins on the roof from the distance, and a big hole in the corner of the house, which was blocked by a cardboard box, blocking the wind outside the house and our view.

Du Kang walked to the door of the house with bacon and biscuits and shouted "Lao Yang".

At first, no one responded, but after about three or five minutes, an eight or nine-year-old child opened the door of the house, stuck his head out of the crack in the door, and when he saw Du Kang, he immediately showed a bright smile on his face: "Grandpa Du! ”

Du Kang rubbed his head, stuffed the bag of biscuits into his arms, and asked him, "Where is your grandfather?" ”

The boy pointed to the top of the hillside: "Grandpa went to the mountain to sweep the grave and came back in the evening." ”

Du Kang nodded, and the boy took the bacon and trotted back to the house.

We also entered the house one after another, and as soon as we entered the door, we could smell the musty smell blowing on our faces, Liu Shangang's five senses were stronger than all of us, he couldn't help frowning, and kept fanning his hand in front of his nose, driving away the smell that permeated the air.

Du Kang smiled and said to him, "Bear with me, let's stay for one night." ”

Liu Shangang nodded.

There were no walls inside the house except for the four walls, except for a few stout wooden pillars against the beams, and I saw a wide crack in one of the pillars, and a cobweb in it.

The boy walked to a stove made of yellow clay and gathered firewood, as if to make a fire for cooking.

I handed the guitar bag to Liang Houzai and went over to help.

Ten years ago, my uncle's stove was also made of firewood, and I was very familiar with collecting firewood for cooking, and the boy seemed to be a little afraid of me, and when I walked over, he timidly hid to the side.

It wasn't until I lit the hay from the stove and put the firewood in one by one that the boy asked me in amazement, "Can you make a fire?" My grandfather said that no one in the city could get our stove here. ”

I looked up and gave him a smile: "What's your name?" ”

"Yang Xile, aunt and uncle all call me Xiaocao, and my grandfather calls me a ghost baby." The boy answered me very seriously.

He was very thin and had loess and dust sticking to his hands and face, so I took out wipes from my pocket to wipe his hands and asked him, "Which name do you like?" ”

The boy thought seriously for a while, and said, "I like grandpa." ”

He didn't say which title he liked, just that he liked grandpa.

I threw the wipes into the firewood and said to him, "I'll cook in the evening, you can eat some biscuits first, don't eat too much, you won't be able to eat at night." Do you have rice at home? ”

The boy shook his head.

I turned around and asked Liu Shangang and Liang Houzai, "Which of you two has cash on you?" ”

The two of them dug into their pockets, and they really scraped together a lot of money, so I asked them to go to the village and buy some rice and vegetables from the villagers, and if they could get flour and pickles, they would try to get some back.

When Liu Shangang and Liang Houzai went out, the second master shouted: "By the way, ask the fellow for a jar of rice wine." ”

Hearing the words of the second master, Du Kang couldn't help but smile at the second master, but the second master ignored him and twisted his head to the side.

The ghost baby opened a pack of biscuits and asked us if we would eat them, and the second master said, "You can eat it yourself, we adults are not rare in this." ”

Later, the ghost baby moved a small stool and sat by the stove and watched me cook.

I asked him if there was hot water at home, and he said no, and asked him if he had a kettle to boil water, and the ghost baby shook his head. The ghost baby said that there is an iron pot and a shovel for stir-frying vegetables at home, and there are so many people in the house, the bowl may not be enough.

So I called Liang Houzai again and asked them to solve the problem of the tableware.

I filled half a pot of water, put the pot on the stove and boiled it slowly, and then found a large cutting board made of a tree stump and a kitchen knife with a somewhat curly blade, and cut the bacon and fresh pork.

While eating biscuits, the ghost baby asked me beside me, "Uncle, why is your hair so long?" ”

I said, "Because I'm too lazy to take care of it, you can't learn from me, boy, it's better to have a nice hair." ”

After a while, he asked me again, "How did you get the scar on your face?" ”

The scar on my face, which was left when I fought with the Rakshasa back then, has almost faded over the years, and I can't see it at all if I don't look closely.

"You've been looking closely." I smiled and said to the ghost baby: "When I was so old with you, I was disobedient, but I was naughty, and this scar was left because of naughty." ”

The ghost baby grinned.

I glanced at him and realized that he had been nibbling on a cookie since the beginning, as if he was reluctant to eat it.

"You can eat half of this pack of cookies." I smiled and said to him, "Just don't delay your meal." ”

As if he had blossomed with joy, he hugged a pack of biscuits on the cutting board in his arms.

The second master also came over, he looked at the ghost baby, but the ghost baby kept staring at the pieces of bacon I had cut, and looked at me from time to time. The second master smiled and said to me, "You have a lot of fate with this child. ”

I smiled, didn't speak, and continued to work on the sparse variety of ingredients on the cutting board.

After about half an hour, Liu Shangang and Liang Houzai came back with their things, Liu Shangang had all kinds of dishes in his hand, as well as a large plastic bag containing cutlery, and Liang Houzai was holding rice and wine jars.

The two of them piled everything next to the cutting board before Liu Shangang said to me, "The locals don't seem to have the habit of eating noodles, and they don't get flour." Liang Houzai ran to pick vegetables.

The water in the pot was already boiling, so I asked the ghost baby to find a jar for holding water, poured all the hot water into it, and asked Liu Shangang to mix a little cold water and wash the ghost baby's face.

After that, I packed up the dishes again and started cooking.

The second master has been watching me quietly from the side.

When the third dish came out of the pot, the second master suddenly said to me: "There is a way, you are becoming more and more like your master." ”

I said, "Second master, if you have time, let's go to Shandong." ”

Second Master: "What's wrong?" ”

"When I called Senior Brother Zhuang a few days ago, I heard Senior Brother Zhuang say that Daochang Chen didn't seem to have recovered from my master's matter," I sorted out the wording in my mind, and then said: "There are too few people around him, and there are some things that he can't think about alone. ”

The second master sighed, shook his head and said, "Lao Chen is such a person, even if I go, it's useless." It would be good if Li Liang could come back, he knew Lao Chen better than anyone else. Yo, speaking of which, Li Liang has been gone for ten years, right? ”

Because there was not enough oil, I just heated the pot again, and while putting the fat in to refine, I responded, "Well, it's been more than ten years." I still don't understand, why did Grandpa Li leave in the first place? ”

The second master first said: "He is trying to hide from love debts." Hey, I can't say a word or two, so go back and ask him yourself. After that, the second master changed the topic again: "I said that there is a way, you are also the head of the upright line now, shouldn't the inheritance matter also be considered?" Take in an apprentice. ”

I smiled helplessly: "I haven't fully graduated from the school myself, how can I teach others." Besides, it is not an easy task to keep the right line and accept disciples. ”

The second master asked me: "Didn't they tell you when they could accept apprentices, Lao Xia?" ”

I shook my head: "Uncle Xia just said that when my apprentice arrives, there will naturally be an apprentice." He also said that it would be much easier for me to accept apprentices than my master, and that I would not be able to do it in this life, and there would be two more disciples. But that's all he said, and he didn't reveal much about the rest. ”

As he was talking, the door of the house was pushed open, and I and the second master looked towards the door at the same time, and saw a slender old man walking in.

As soon as he came in, he saw Du Kang, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "When did Master Du come?" ”

Du Kang responded to him with a smile: "It's been a while, I heard that Joy said, you went to the grave on the mountain." ”

It seems that this old man is Lao Yang.

Lao Yang hung his straw hat on the wall and responded, "Go and burn two pieces of paper for the old lady." What happened to the joyful things? ”

Du Kang stood up, raised his hand towards me and the second master, and said, "This is the second master, and that one is the left...... Sir, this time you show us the way, and no matter what the outcome, they will bring joy to the city. You don't have to worry about going to school with joy, they will take care of it. ”

Hearing Du Kang's words, Lao Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned to us again, showing a somewhat embarrassed smile: "I don't know how to thank you, the ghost baby has been miserable since he was a child, don't look at him like this, his brain is very bright." Oh, you see, I'm not good at talking......"

As he spoke, Lao Yang didn't seem to know how to express it, and the expression on his face became embarrassed.