In the deep mountains and old forests, there are fewer people, more wild beasts, and some corresponding things will also appear. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I rushed to my uncle's house in Donggou Township, where I stayed for one night, and after breakfast the next day, Ah Liang took a large plastic pot of water and some dry food and oil, rode his motorcycle, and drove me to Xieshugou.

The farmers on the rural road are busy preparing for the New Year, the weather is cold, fortunately there is no snow, and the road is easier to walk, but the motorcycle can only ride to Huaishuling, it can not continue to move forward, Ah Liang had to park the car in the courtyard of a family, the vicissitudes of life and the simple face of the owner and his wife represent the image of Chinese farmers.

The enthusiastic host, Lao Dong, provided us with hot water and borrowed a flat pole from Ah Liang, so Ah Liang carried food and water and led me to the inclined tree ditch together.

On the way, he introduced: "This place has not been inhabited for a long time, but there is still a little arable land, you should be careful of wild beasts when you live there alone, it is best to bring a sickle and a flashlight to defend yourself." ”

I hurriedly said, "I have this knife left for me by my grandfather, and I also have a flashlight, and there are wolves in the diagonal tree ditch?" ”

Ah Liang nodded and replied: "I heard that people said that I have encountered it, but I have not seen it, and there may be unclean things there, but you are a college student and a medical student, you believe in science, and you don't believe in that thing, don't care, I will come to bring you food and water every three days." ”

The road to Xieshugou was rough and narrow, but Uncle Ah Liang had been engaged in heavy farm work, and was physically strong and quick-moving, and I was young, but not as good as him.

There was no sun in the sky, and by the time I felt my stomach growl, we had entered a ditch that was more than ten feet deep, with steep mountains on both sides, and the slopes were full of sour jujube thorns and wolfberries. The grass at the bottom of the ditch was covered with gravel, a most useless and hard stone.

When I was tired and sweaty and out of breath, Ah Liang stopped, poured a bowl of cold water and handed it to me to drink.

A bowl of cold water belly is also heartburn like wine.

We rested here for a cigarette, Ah Liang picked up the burden, continued to walk, in a col, he pointed to a persimmon tree on the side of the hill, introduced: "This is the slope tree ditch, and it is precisely because of this persimmon tree that it gets this name." ”

The old persimmon tree is at least 500 years old, and the remaining red persimmons on the branches swayed in the wind, and the old eagles pecked at each of them were wounded all over the body, contrasting with the red dots of wolfberries in the bushes on the hillside. This is also the only bright color in the ravine.

Ah Liang introduced: "I know that there is an abandoned house in the depths of the inclined tree ditch, although it is dilapidated, it has not collapsed yet, and it can shelter from the wind and rain. ”

We hurried to the house, which was built of adobe and stone and became an old house like an old man waiting for visitors, the thatch of the roof was pressed by the stones, and the wooden door was still there, but it was decaying, but there were still old couplets and New Year's pictures on both sides of the door frame.

Pushing open the door of the house, there was a stale atmosphere inside, Ah Liang put down the burden, and dragged a yellow artemisia as a broom outside the house, I saw that it was not early, and he had to rush back, so he snatched the "broom" from his hand and said: "Uncle Ah Liang, I can come by myself, you go back quickly, right?" ”

Ah Liang looked at the house carefully and asked me, "Can you really be alone?" ”

I nodded and said, "I'm not a child anymore, and I'm already prepared, so go back quickly, otherwise it's hard to walk when it's dark!" ”

Ah Liang answered, took out his flat shoulder, left a box of Bishan cigarettes and a plastic lighter, and turned to leave.

I don't smoke, but the lighter is still usable, I lit three cigarettes first, inserted them in the soil in front of the door, and learned from the old Taoist priest: "Seniors, the late life has taken refuge here, there is a lot of disturbance, and I hope to bear with me, I will only stop here for seven days, and I will leave as soon as the seven days are over." ”

Originally, I didn't believe in the existence of gods and ghosts, but now I have to believe it.

After worshipping the ghosts here, they began to tidy up the house, and after a simple cleaning, the house was barely able to live, but there was no bed or stove, so they could only sleep on the ground.

I didn't feel hungry anymore, but I still opened my bag, took out the steamed buns and hemp leaves, and filled my hunger with cold water.

It was soon dark, and the neighing of horses could be heard outside.

Strange, there are horses here?

There was no light in the house, and I didn't use a flashlight, so I got up and looked out the door, and saw a white horse galloping towards it on the mountain road, and a red knight on horseback stood out.

I went out of the house, rode quickly to it, and reined in my mount in front of it, and the red knight rolled out of his horse, pulled down his red hood, and showed a miserable white face.

It was the female ghost who sent Yang Luji, I hurriedly beckoned to her, she also responded with a wink, and then said, "Yuan Gongzi, you came in time." ”

I looked at her mount and realized that it was just a papier-mâché white horse.

Midorihime had already entered the earthen house, and with a wave of her palm, the room lit up, and I followed up with a puzzled face, only to see that there was already an extra oil lamp on the wall.

"It's too shabby, there are no beds, no stoves, it's not suitable for people to live in, you better go to my cave and live, at least it's safe there." Midorihime looked at my daily necessities, but there were so many things, and I couldn't take them with me.

Midorihime seemed to see my concerns, so she said: "I led a donkey to help you with your camels, and you can also be your mount, this barren mountain range, the mountain road is rugged and difficult, with it, it will not be difficult." ”

I asked, "Is it also a donkey of paper paste?" ”

Midorihime laughed and explained: "Of course it's not papier-mâché, it's a real donkey, I borrowed it from a nearby village, it walks slowly, it's just behind, you haven't had dinner yet, have you?" When you're done, it'll be there. ”

Ah Liang prepared a small iron pot for me, but there was no stove, Lu Ji pointed a finger, and the water in the plastic pot squirted out, and it fell into the small iron pot accurately, and she turned her palms at the same time, and a blue ghost fire jumped out of her palm, wrapped the iron pot, and quickly boiled the water inside.

I grabbed a handful of fried noodles from my noodle pocket, put them in the enamel jar, boiled them with cold water, added some sugar, and pointed my slender fingers into the iron pot a little, guiding the boiling water to rush to the enamel jar, and I hurriedly stirred the fried noodles with chopsticks.

Soon the aroma of fried noodles filled the room, "Would you like to taste it?" I asked Midorihime, and she just took a deep breath, then shook her head and said, "I'm a female ghost, and I can't eat fireworks in the world." ”

After I finished drinking a piece of fried noodles in an enamel jar, a donkey barked outside.

"It's coming!" Midori got up, walked out of the room, and led a black donkey, I hurriedly packed up the salute and put it on the donkey's back, and the donkey was still obedient, not barking or making trouble.

Lu Ji introduced: "This donkey is called Xiao Erhei, a little stubborn, if it doesn't want to hum you, you have to feed it some salt fried noodles." ”

I answered, amused by the name of the donkey, and Midori reached out and lifted a plastic pot of nearly fifty catties of water to Xiao Erhei's back, and it cried reluctantly.

Midorihime blew out the oil lamp on the wall, and I led the donkey out of the house, and in the darkness of the night, Midorihime turned over and got on her horse, leading the way, and I wanted to ride with her, but knowing that she was riding a papier-mâché horse, how could she bear my weight, so I had to give up.